Dash Sealgair vs Katsumi Oshiro: The Punk Princess vs The Rainbow Warrior!

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash lay on the mat, the side of her face throbbing in pain, and yet, she was surprisingly content. She'd given her all, but was outmatched by a stronger, more experienced opponent. Nothing to be ashamed of.

But Kat had a surprise in store for her it seemed, as the dark haired beauty not only pinned Dashs full body down in dominant fashion, but began to grind their hips together, arching in a way that trusted against the younger girl.

Dashs body lightly jolted, a surge of pleasure and warmth coursing through her, making her gasp and squeak adorably, as she got wetter between her legs, being brought on the edge of orgasm as she was being pinned!

[CyanDimitrik]

No, tonight started as a normal night to break a newcomer. To reassert herself and make management dread putting her in the ring with another fresh-faced up-and-comer. But it turned into a desire to make sure Dash shined, that she didn't risk ruining anyone's career. And somewhere near the end, Katsumi's mentality had shifted again to wanting to not only assert her dominance over the teen, but to give her a lingering memory. To indulge in the dominance more than strictly necessary. More than textbook.

Dash likes her.

So Katsumi is giving her something extra. Something she, herself, wants to. The feel of Dash's body surrendering in full to her, the knowledge that she not only conquered her young body, but her desires.

The rocking of her hips subtly intensifies, the sleek tone of her abdominals grinding against Dash's own abs in short, tight passes. But the base of the hips are what sees the most weight, the most friction. She'd like to claim she's administering this based on paying attention to Dash's breathing and the feel of her heart pounding against her breast. But the reality is, she isn't. She's working off of instinct. The more tense her own body feels, the more she suspects Dash is feeling. But every sound, every gasp, every flex of the body beneath her brings sends every right signal to work harder, faster.

The referee slaps the mat beside Dash's head. "TWO!"

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash gasped again, her bare thighs trembling, as Kat continued to press and thrust her hips against Dash's own, getting small squeaks out of the rainbow haired rookie.

She panted faster, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath as the feeling between her legs grew with each grind of those abs on her own, of Katsumis chest rising and falling on her own.


Another thrust, and Dash's body stiffened, back arching, the teen biting her lip as she let out a muffled moan, just loud enough for only Kat to hear as she came, her lithe body shuddering as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. It lasted a few seconds, her trunks getting damp from her cream before she collapsed back to the mat, pleasure flooding her body and mind.

She laid limp on the mat after under Katsumi, defeated, conquered, claimed, as the referees came down for the third and final time.

"THREE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

To the audience, that arching of the back, the biting her lip, the intense shudder - it all suggested a final effort to break the pin. And the subsequent collapse being her body's yield to its fate, Dash surrendering herself to Katsumi. Even the referee paused the count - technically unprofessinally, but it was certainly dramatic - to see if the shoulders could raise off the mat.

But they did not.

Katsumi, of course, knew different. She heard the moan. She felt every bit of heated tension in herself, so the feel of Dash's body cinching itself into her was unmistakable. Dash had hit the peak she was pushing for. She experienced exactly what Katsumi wanted her to, while being pinned beneath her. The feel of her chest rising and falling with each panting breath against her, the feel of the teen's toned abs flush against her own, and now that she's settled back in, Katsumi presses her hips hard between Dash's legs. No other reason than to assert the claim over her. She did this. Dash's body is hers in this ring.

The referee's hand hits the mat for the third time.

"THREE!"

The bell sounds off.

DING! DING! DING!

"You winner by pinfall!," begins the announcer. "KATSUMIIII! OOOSHIIIROOOO!"

But Katsumi isn't in a hurry to get off of Dash. Her head lowers, letting her sweat-dampened hair provide a nice, discreet curtain for her as she nips her lips onto the edge of the teen's ear. Then a murmur, breath hot against her skin: "'Atta girl..."

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

The bell rang, the announcement was made, Dash had lost...

She barely noticed. All of the teens focus was on the feelings of pleasure and heat still flowing through her lithe body, on the talented beauty that had given her such pleasure, currently nibbling her ear as she cooed softly.

She wanted to say something. Something to indicate her acceptance of defeat, of her attraction towards Katsumi, of her desire for more of the woman, in either a rematch or privately, wanting to face her again, experience this pleasure again.

She was too exhausted to speak though, as her trunks dampened from her sweet cream, so she did something else, something she hoped conveyed her message. Once Katsumi released her ear, the teen would turn her head, giving The Punk Princess a kiss on the cheek, a private gesture, hidden by Katsumis long hair.

[CyanDimitrik]

It isn't exactly often that Katsumi is shown any signs of affection. And even what bits or moments may nominally have been considered it, it was always colored or tainted in some way - patronizing displays of force, or something. Nothing that ever seemed sincerely affection-driven. But the kiss on the cheek is assuredly not that. Which makes it alien in nature. Or at least, unusual.

It's enough to cause a momentary pause in the punkette.

Outwardly to the audience, the referee pawing at Katsumi's sweaty back to get her to get off of the girl looks like Katsumi is simply enjoying reveling in her opponent's helplessness; holding her pinned down against her will. And a part of that is inescapably true. But internally, Katsumi is processing the brush of Dash's lips against her skin. It earned a number of extra seconds, a lingering moment of the girl panting softly against her ear.

Finally, she relents. Katsumi lifts her face from Dash's and tosses her hair wetly to her left shoulder, looking down at her. Next, she draws her chest up from Dash's, the soft curvature of her breasts relaxing again from the pressure. Her midsection peels away from Dash's, abdominals leaving abdominals, the warm skin contact quickly replaced with the cool arena air.

The hips remain locked a second or two more, melded firmly against Dash's. But at last, even that parts as the Punk Princess raises to her feet. And when she's standing above her at last - she gives the audience a reason to urge Dash to win her next bout. She places the sole of her boot over Dash's belly. Not pressing in hard, but firm enough to visibly press against her abs.

The referee raises her arm.

Katsumi casts another quick glance down at her opponent.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

For Dash, signs of affection came easily, so she didnt notice the way Katsumi paused, only panted as she felt Kats warm breath in her ear, making her twitch.

Slowly, very slowly, Kat moved her body off of Dashs, the teen shivering slightly as the womans firm warmth left her body. First her face, then her chest, finally, after an extra second, the firm warmth left her groin, exposing her crotch and the growing wet spot on her trunks, a reveal that surprised the crowd, leading to catcalls and wolf whistles added in to their cheering for the Punk Princess.

If Dash was embarrassed, she didnt show it, outside if a faint pink blush on her cheeks. She'd already had a hentai match and cum in front of people after all, so that wasn't really a shameful or new thing for her, while the way she had been made to cum, had been physically claimed by her opponent... that was new... and she liked it.

She had just lain her head back on the mat when she felt something press on her stomach tenderly, looking up to see Kat posing over her, one foot lightly pressed on her stomach as her arm was raised in victory.

The two locked eyes briefly, and Dash gave her a brief smile before laying her head back down, trying to catch her breath and recover as Kat rightfully basked in the moment of her deserved victory, and Dash backed in the afterglow of the best orgasm she ever head, after what was easily her toughest match to date.