The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

[lyannapelon]

While it was true enthusiasm could leave one blind to the risks involved with any act Natasha was well aware of the dangerous trap she was walking straight into, she simply didn't care about springing it. It wasn't that she thought the fake nun incapable of locking her into a painful squeeze. Personal experience told Natasha just how dangerous the woman was after all. But if she was too afraid of the inevitable sting to go after Chastity's honey then what was the point of meeting her in the mud?

While the trap couldn't be unsprung there were ways for Natasha to draw things out before she had to focus on escape rather than her own pleasure. First she had to deal with the blonde's meaty thighs ratcheting up the pressure around her midsection, steeling her core while keeping her breathing shallow but steady, not letting Chastity catch her after a deep exhale where she could really make her feel the squeeze. Then came those arms ensnaring her head, Natasha clutching at the blonde's oh so enticing breasts while keeping her elbows locked and her arms fully outstretched to fight back against the pull of the blonde.

All the while she continued to adjust her top position for as much contact between their burning womanhoods as she could manage, her hips rolling to grind ever deeper into the dirty blonde's sex. Her own labia swelled and parted as she cranked up the intensity of their tribbing, only adding to the mud as beads of her arousal spilled into the dirt. Natasha wanted, no needed to wring an orgasm out of this nun and judging from the big grin on her face Natasha wouldn't slow down until she got it!

[BlackAkuma]

This. This was why Sister Chastity loved hentai wrestling. Violence was one thing, sex was another, but the interplay between the two, dancing on the knife’s edge, just enhanced each of them in ways that couldn't be easily matched.

Sister Chastity had caught Natasha in her snare, and with a regular match, that might’ve been enough to end things straight away - she had the power to break bones and crush innards, and she could absolutely put even a stalwart woman like this down if need be. But she was dealing with an experienced hentai wretler. Where others might’ve panicked and forgotten themselves, Natasha never lost sight of her goals.

More rubbing. More pressure. More tribbing. The longer this went on, the more it became a test of will, a chance to see which of them could postpone their body’s needs the longest. If she could hold out, just a while longer, then maybe…

No, no, not worth it.

With an exasperated sigh, Sister Chastity abruptly unlocked her thighs, planted her foot on Natasha’s chest, and thrust out to send the woman away, creating a gap between them. She rolled to her feet and went into retreat, even as the heat between her legs pulsed. ”A point for you.”

[lyannapelon]

Natasha had walked into this muddy pit with the belief that Chastity and herself were after the same thing at the end of the day, pleasure and release. Even if she was carrying a chip on her shoulder into this fight Natasha wanted to orgasm and bring Chastity to the same, to vent her recent frustrations out with the blonde, and she had been under the assumption Chastity was fully on board. So when she abruptly forced them apart with a hard shove against Natasha's chest the blunette was in a bit of a shock.

"Points? We're keeping track of points now?" Natasha had slid a few feet away from the nun thanks to the mud and how hard that shove had been, the blunette groping at her own breast where she had been kicked as she rose to her feet.

"And is it really my point if you didn't cum? Why run from what we both know you wanted?" Natasha asked with genuine curiosity, the Frenchwoman slowly circling around Chastity while her hand dropped from her breast to between her thighs, gingerly rubbing her heated pussy before collecting a bit of her nectar and bringing it up to her lips for a taste. "My body wants more Chastity."