The Fateful Reunion [For Luncha Libre]

[Teenwrestler]

The two seemed more like a wrestling couple flirting and taunting with each other, using strong words but smiling, chuckling and laughing as they did. In the end, Santa seemed eager to wrestle Daisuke now as she walked past him and lead the way. Even whilst on the way they would continue to tease the other. "Oh? I'm glad to know that you do worry about me Santa Tigresa" he would say. "Lets see how your hard work and sweat would get you against a wresting royalty such as myself because I'm not planning to submit to you again" he proudly said before opening the door for her when they arrived.

"I just want this to be a fresh start for the two of us, if we are going to work together to improve and bet better that's all." he would say. Daisuke would observe Santa as she paced around the sauna room, her body was glistening in sweat and she looked even more beautiful than before. The prince would nod and move over to the temperate dial and scale it down to "1" which was the lowest steam setting. "Both of us are at liberty to turn it up or down during the match, to gain an advantage or otherwise" he would say before walking towards her, pressing up against her like they always have.

Their warm, sweaty bodies pressed together as they glared into each other's eyes. Santa would run her tongue over her lips, a hungry tigress eager to pounce on her man. "We'll see Santa" he would whisper back, leaning more into her. "I agree" he would say before the two parted. Daisuke would raise his arms and circle his opponent, lunging in and locking up with his partner in a collar and elbow grapple.

"Nrghh" he grunted in effort, pressing into Santa. "Y-you're strong" he commented as he struggled against her.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa felt as if she were shaking off the cobwebs, as she got back into it with the wrestling prince. For whatever reason, this felt right. It had been too long since she’d been a full-time wrestler and her less-than-glorious return had filled her head with dread and doubts. But now here she was, heading into a sparring session with her most hated rival, and she was smiling. As if she were slipping into an old, comfortable glove.

“If I recall,” the Tigresa smirked, “you didn’t plan on submitting to me the last few times, either! But then, what good does it do to plan for the inevitable?” La Santa smirked, even gave Daisuke a playful wink as she circled the man. Her heart was pounding, she took a couple of deep breaths as her bust strained against her ring gear and lunged after him.

“I’ll be turning up the heat on my own!” The Tigresa roared, as she pressed into the lock up. Already she could feel Daisuke’s firm, muscular body against her, and she pressed into him and melted. Her hot flesh would get flush against his, her bust mushrooming against his hard body. The two of them pressed into the hold, the heat enveloping them, La Santa feeling sweat begin to form across her body.

“Nnngh,” La Santa grunted herself, shoulders giving a bit of a quiver with the effort. She could feel her aching back muscles starting to spasm. The Tigresa didn’t know if Daisuke could feel her falter a moment, but it seemed likely with how hard the two pressed into one another. She told herself that he seemed to struggle as well, admitting her strength, but it could have been wishful thinking. Now, the Tigresa needed to act!

“Rrrrgh,” The Tigresa let out a low growl, as she tried to press upward. She shifted her hips, grinding her inner thighs against Daisuke as she pressed up him, trying to overtake him. If the Tigresa could get leverage, she wanted to press down on the man, shove him toward the ground, hopefully fold him in on himself with the Tigresa’s curvy body on top of him!

[Teenwrestler]

It was a strange feeling indeed, the two wrestling rivals who hated each other now after years of all the hate seeming to enjoy each others company. Smiling and hiding blushes whilst they taunted each other in a friendly manner. Daisuke turned his attention to Tigresa as she spoke, reminding him that he didn't expect to submit to her the first few times they wrestled. "Heh, I guess that's true Santa" he said agreeing with her as he adjusted his briefs, already coated in sweat and returning her playful wink.

The two circled each other before Santa would lunge in the lock up, wanting to turn the heat up herself with the use of her body instead of the steam. Santa pressed against her male partner, pressed up without an inch of space being left between the two. "Nrghh bring it, I can handle your heat" Daisuke would groan as the two began their conquest. Santa was aggressive in her approach, pressing herself into Daisuke and really leaning into him. The prince felt her hot skin against his own, her sweat rubbing off on his own.

Daisuke pushed and pushed but was met with an equal force in La Santa's strength. The two growled and groaned, doing everything they could. Daisuke gained ground then Santa pushed him back, it was a tough battle. The prince panted, indeed the heat was taking its toll on the prince who was not used to such conditions.

Suddenly, Tigresa pressed upwards and shifted her hips, grinding her inner thigh against the prince and pressed up at him, overtaking him and overwhelming him. "Uuughh N-no way" he moaned and suddenly, he was brought down to the ground. His back hit the mats and Santa ended up on top, pinning his arms above his head. Santa beat him clean as a whistle.

For a while, Daisuke struggled still. Bucking his hips up and wriggling about but in the end he laid still, accepting his loss to Tigresa. Grinning up at her "So, you have been training?" he smiled.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hah,” Santa Tigresa gasped, as the two of them pressed into one another, “are you sure you can handle it?” The luchadora could feel her sweat-shined skin bracing and grinding against the muscular Daisuke, suddenly remembering how firm and strong he was. The two had been heated rivals for a reason, and the Tigresa was now facing a flood of memories of every time their bodies had been intertwined. Daisuke’s body was strong, powerful, maybe a little more youthful than hers … and those facts had always pushed her, boiled her blood and stoked her passions, bringing out the best and worst in the luchadora.

The Tigresa could feel that burn in her muscles as the two jockeyed for position and dominance. Every time she thought she found a crack in his stance, started to get ground, he pushed and got it right back. Santa Tigresa could feel Daisuke’s breath on her shoulder, his hot breath lapping at her. She shuddered, driving her chest into his as she did so, but then she found her opening. He wasn’t ready for this heat, but she was- and it was time to capitalize! The Tigresa flexed her ass, shoved hard, and drove her entire body down onto the prince to take him down, pinning him in a flash!

Ending on top of him, La Santa straddled the prince. She wrapped her thick thighs around his hips, settling her full weight hard against him. She could feel him writhing but sank her body into him. She ended with her head tucked into his shoulder, facing the floor, her hot flesh sinking hard against him as she pinned him down. He bucked against her, and she squeezed with her hips, bucked her pelvis against him, and tried to grind him right back down.

“Haha,” La Santa laughed, breathing heavily into Daisuke’s neck from on top of him. She kept her hands on his wrists, pinning him down. She tucked against him, her breasts pressed hard against his body, spilling out at the sides as there was almost no space between their bodies. “Come on now, Daisuke,” she teased, “not all of us can get by on good looks, we have to train!”

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was certain he could handle whatever Santa Tigresa could throw at him, after all it was he who won in Mexico. He didn't know what Tigresa had been upto after that but from this grapple, he figured that she was training just as hard. The two light heartedly taunted each other, chuckling and giggling to mask the effort it took to push the other back. Neither Santa nor Daisuke really got best the other in the even grapple until Santa decided to push her limits, using her lower body strength well to really shove herself into Daisuke and finally take him down.

The fall was enough to keep him disgruntled just enough for La Santa to straddle him, her warm, sweaty body would press down on his own frame. Her thighs wrapped around his hip and she settled into him. Daisuke bridged up, shook around but Santa sank her full body weight on top of him to keep him firmly pinned. His hands were pinned to the sauna mats as well, she truly had him down and trapped and Daisuke acknowledged that when he stopped struggling altogether.

Santa would laugh, causing Daisuke to chuckle as well. He felt her breasts press down on his chest, she was so warm, so sweaty....yet somehow he didn't mind or care. Her head was tucked into his shoulder, with her face facing his neck. Daisuke felt her breath against her neck as she spoke to him. Despite her carefree attitude, she still had him pinned down well.

"Is that so?" he grinned. Daisuke would bridge up once more, jerk around but Santa still would not budge and in the end they ended up back where they were. Santa on top and Daisuke on his back, pinned with her body. He was sweating profusely now, panting just as much. "Hah...damn sweat hah....." he said breathlessly. Daisuke would then turn to face Santa's face, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Maybe I can get my way on my good looks? How about you let me go, we restart the grapple and I'll give you a kiss" he said, leaning in to kiss her lips.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa felt a chill go up her spine as she pinned Daisuke down to the mat. Her thick thighs quivered on top of his body, her curvy backside wiggling a little bit as she settled on top of him. The Tigresa looked down at the man, long raven hair spilling over her masked face as she took her position on top of him. Everything the two rivals had been through, all the pain and humiliation they’d subjected each other two, and here they were spilling over one another like school kids.

La Santa took a deep breath, her bust swelling against Daisuke’s broad pecs as she settled down on top of him. She wanted him to stay down, and not just to win the wager for their spar, tonight. La Santa could feel him breathing beneath her, his chest rising and falling, pressing into her soft body. She waited for him to say something nasty, something about getting her dirty body off of him, some petulant whimper about being on the bottom. Nothing like that came. La Santa simply breathed against him, her mouth open, waiting to see what would happen next …

“Q-que?” Santa Tigresa gasped, totally not expecting what would eventually come next. Her lips were open, pouting a little, in a perfect red ‘o’ shape. Her eyebrows jumped up enough to nearly escape her mask. Daisuke talking about his own good looks was expected enough, but she saw him leaning in, and couldn’t believe his boldness.

“Oh no, you!” La Santa gasped, on instinct. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” She pulled back, but not too far. In another situation, she could have been furious. She was definitely in a position to make a man pay for being so bold with her. But while her body flushed and her cheeks reddened, it wasn’t in anger. Instead, a smile tugged up at Santa Tigresa’s lips, and her teeth lightly chewed her bottom lip.

“If you want something like that,” she said, eyes half closing as she locked looks with Daisuke, “you’re going to have to earn it!” La Santa kept herself on top of the man. She tucked her hips against him, feeling him out with her thighs, letting her heat radiate off of him even as she kept him trapped. Leaning her head back teasingly, her ample bust pressed against him, cleavage poking through her tight gear teasingly …

[Teenwrestler]

Normally, Daisuke would be infuriated at the fact that a rival was mounting him, having him pinned down helplessly against the mat. However, feuding over the years with La Santa had softened him up a bit, at least towards her. She was a formidable opponent and now he had no problems in admitting that. The two would playfully wrestle each other and Santa had the upper advantage, pinning his sweaty body down with her own hot and curvaceous body. Her long dark hair would flow freely down her head onto Daisuke's face, as the two smiled at each other.

Santa's sweat dripped onto the prince while he struggled, he bridged up and wriggled about but Santa rode his efforts and stayed still. Santa was waiting for something, she was waiting for Daisuke to snap and finally resort to his old name-callings. Until, it never came and instead he would lean his face up to kiss the lip of Santa to stun her. It was not their first kiss, the two had pressed lips once before. Accidentally in matches and even on purpose but the kiss was more spiteful and meant to taunt. This was more passionate, a token of Daisuke's appreciating of a great rival.

Santa parted lips but not too far, she kept herself close to him. "You're the type of woman who isn't afraid to sweat it out, work hard and even....put her man down if it comes to a competitive wrestling match" he said. Daisuke then smirked, Santa was not opposed to that idea if Daisuke would earn it, so he was up for the challenge. A panting and sweat soaked Daisuke would chuckle, "earn it? fine. I'll hold you to that Santa" he would say before feeling her body press down on him more, not letting an inch of space between them, really making Daisuke feel the heat.

"Hah....damn this heat and sweat" he groaned, now trying once more to bridge up. Suddenly, Daisuke would use the slick sweat to his advantage and break free from the grip of Santa's arm, so his arms were no longer pinned to the mats. Daisuke would wrap his arms around Santa's head and squeeze tight, while forcing her face against his chiseled sweaty face, smothering her a bit while his biceps continued to squeeze against her head.

"Grrrr why don't you just give up and let me chose our next match? Plus, I'm sure you are hungry and cant wait for dinner" he teased.

[Luncha_Libre]

La Santa couldn’t help but fix her face in a little smirk, looking down at Daisuke beneath her. Of course, that cocky demeanor would totally crack as Daisuke leaned up and planted his lips on hers! Shocked, La Santa didn’t know what to do. Feeling his face against her, she didn’t pull away, instead letting this happen, completely caught up in shock!

Her head was still swimming, even as she and Daisuke resumed taunting one another. The wrestling prince was laid out, sweaty and panting, La Santa’s generous curves hovering just barely above him. The luchadora could feel some tremble in her knees, the urge overcoming her to lean in, sink into his firm figure, but she tried to shake it off.

That distraction would end up costing her, however, as Daisuke bucked up from beneath her, unseating the buxom fighter and allowing him to hook her head! “ACK!” La Santa squealed as she was pulled down, her face locked against him and the scent of his sweaty body filling her senses!

“Not fair!” La Santa laughed, while her arms flailed a little in surprise. Her ass was sticking straight up in the air, wiggling as she struggled to regain some form of balance. “And no fair mentioning food!” The Tigresa squirmed against Daisuke, her features mashing against his firm figure for a moment, as she tried to plan an escape. Even if this were only a playful spar (seemingly more playful than she’d anticipated), La Santa wasn’t just going to give up! After bracing her feet on the floor on either side of Daisuke’s body, the luchadora would thrust from her thighs, swinging her curvy behind into the air, attempting to flip herself over and pop her head out of the prince’s grip!

[Teenwrestler]

Never had Daisuke and Santa wrestled in such a carefree way, there were no bets on malice, no hatred to really push the other to win. Just a friendly wrestling match. Ever since they had met, they never really smiled at each other and here they were, laughing, sharing jokes and acting friendly and flirty against each other. Pinned under the sweat soaked frame of La Santa, Daisuke would lean into her and give her a kiss which left her distracted and a bit flush, causing Daisuke to wrap his arms around Santa's head to pull her head down towards his sweaty pecs while squeezing her head at the same time.

Even then, the grip of Daisuke wasn't as tight as it would have been had they been wrestler a year ago. It was a firm grip, enough to keep her secure but not enough to really hurt her. "Haha all's fair in love and wrestling right?" he would chuckle back whilst Santa's arm would flail about aimlessly. "Mmm why, you really that hungry? What sort of food do you like?" he questioned while tightening his arm a little bit more.

The hot steam was still flowing though the vent, really making things difficult. The heat and humidity was taking its toll and it was evident from the panting and sweating of the two wrestlers. Santa would show off some impressive technique, planting her feet on either side and raising her lower body up before vaulting forward, flipping herself over to free herself.

"Hah...hah...not bad" he would smirk, rolling over quickly to turn onto his belly before pushing up onto his knees. Daisuke would place his hand on his thigh and take a moment to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off from his face. "Come on you sweaty tomboy, we are going again" he said laughing with a smile on his face, crawling towards her whilst on his knees with his arms out as he looked to clinch up with her again.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnnghhaaah!” Santa Tigresa groaned as she flipped over Daisuke and twisted out of his grip. This separated the two grappler’s sweating, panting bodies, letting Daisuke get up to his knees. La Santa took some deep recovering breaths, grinning widely. She had tried to ignore his talk of food and “all’s fair” while executing her bridge, but the words tugged at her lips, pulling them up into a wicked little grin as she centered herself.

“Tomboy?” Santa Tigresa gasped, her ample bust heaving as she took deep breaths. The fabric of her ring gear strained, threatening to give at any moment as her generous curves surged against it. She looked at him from beneath her mask, with an eyebrow raised. La Santa kicked a leg up, twisting it in the air and pinwheeling, swinging her wide hips to get herself back onto one knee, her long hair dangling down as she did so.

“You’re going to pay for that one, little prince,” La Santa teased, flexing her arms as she pushed herself up. The Tigresa was on her knees then, in front of Daisuke. La Santa looked to meet his grip, raising her arms and locking up with him. “Hah!” La Santa shouted, pushing into Daisuke suddenly, looking to overtake him with the element of surprise. In the head, her sweat-shined body would slap against his, her hips widening as she pressed against him, looking to take the younger man down to the floor!