The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

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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.”

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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."

[BlackAkuma]

Natasha’s touch lingered like a ghost.

Even after they parted, Sister Prudence could feel her phantom fingers all over her, touching and caressing, their pussies sliding against skin, the hot breath against her chest. That was always the way with her best lovers. It was as if her body craved their touch so much that it sought to recreate the experience, to hold onto it as long as possible.

At the woman’s words, Sister Prudence laughed - a light, lilting sound, that let more of her rustic Austrian accent slip than she would have normally allowed. [color=##0093C6]”We are competing, are we not?”[/color] She wagged a finger Natasha’s way as she rose into her stance. ”If all I craved was sex, we could’ve rented a hotel room.” They still could, come to think of it. Perhaps later. ”The chase is what makes the experience more exciting. Agreed?”

As if to prove her point, she moved in again, this time coming low as if she wanted to take Natasha head on. Instead, she made a quick step around the blunette’s flanks, using the mud to give her step some added speed, as she tried to maneuver around the woman and grab her waist from behind, attempting to lock her down.

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Natasha chuckled at the mention of renting a hotel room as she noticed a flash in the eyes of the nun, perhaps she would get herself an invitation for more after they had settled things inside the mud. It was a promising idea but she wasn't sure yet if she would be likely to accept or not. After a moment Chastity moved the conversation along so Natasha pushed the thought of a hotel room from her mind, it was best to focus on the task at hand anyways, losing because she was distracted just wouldn't satisfy either of them she suspected.

"Can't fault your thinking." She replied with a sigh while brushing back her hair, an act that would be made pointless as soon as they came back together but Natasha used it as a quick calming exercise, a ritual to relax her racing heart.

Her hands were still busy with her hair as the nun darted back in, forcing a split second reaction from Natasha who released her hair and brought her arms swinging down to intercept the sister. Swish. Her arms met no resistance as Chastity sidestepped with a speed that told Natasha she had fallen into a trap and before she could turn to catch the blonde a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. "You're quick in the mud, experienced I see." Her accusation came with a smirk as she glanced back at Chastity, Natasha grabbing onto the blonde's forearms to try wrenching them apart while her hips shifted about, grinding her ass back against the other's crotch.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Prudence had already made it up in her mind to throw the invitation to Natasha for a more private followup, regardless of how this ‘match’ went. She would need to minister to this woman on her own time, in her own way, and she could tell that would require deep, intense, passionate, heated meditation. Preferably in a darkened room, with light jazz music playing in the background.

…though, now that she thought about it, it occurred to her that neither of them actually had a way of drying off after this. Hm.

They would cross that bridge once they came to it.

For now, she kept her keen eyes locked on Natasha, as she moved in and worked her away around behind her. While Sister Prudence was never going to win any races, she had enough speed to take her opponent’s off guard from time to time, and the mud was her ally in this endeavor. She couldn't resist a giggle at the observation. ”So astute. What gave me away?”

Natasha was not to rest on her laurels, however, and provided quite the enticing struggle. A long, luscious moan escaped Sister Chastity’s lips as the woman thrust backward, pressing her delectable backside against her lap, and began working at the grip that held her. Here, the mud was certainly not her friend, and she would undoubtedly get free in short order.

But Sister Chastity had her backup plans. Instead of waiting for her hold to be broken, she abruptly broke it herself and brought her hands higher for more tempting targets - Natasha’s breasts. She latched onto both with grasping, groping hands, seizing them with wanton lust.

At the same time, she hopped up, brought her thick legs around, and tried to catch the woman around the hips with a bodyscissor, hoping to lock her ankles in front of Natasha and give her another taste of what her dangerous legs were capable, this time at angle more advantageous to her.