"Highs and Lows" - Naya Kazashi vs Angelina Tarrant - Hentai Submission Match

[BuckleBuster]

Naya could feel the very moment when her opponent's body sputtered back to life, the moment when her body spasmed underneath her as it tried to regain it's senses, only to find itself found in a vice grip like no other. Naya relished in the intimacy of the hold, grinding her abs against that of her opponent's while her crotch did the same against Angelina's counterpart. Her soft purrs starkly contrasted with the agonizing groans of her rival, signs that the enjoyability of this experience was just as one-way as she had intended.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her crotch caressed Angelina's thighs; the same limbs that were providing her with pleasure were providing Angelina with excruciating pain. Her opponent's body became both the object of her torment as well as the provider of her own pleasure, her soft skin doing wonders against the thin fabric of Naya's attire as it stimulated and sensitized the regions underneath. Nowhere was her ability to love more professed than in the upper regions of the hold. Naya's soft lips glided smoothly against Angelina's neck, teasing the sensitive skin and forcing her nerves to work overtime in order to process the unequal pain and pleasure she was feeling all over her body. Her bosom melded lovingly with her foe's, gravity sinking her heavy breasts even deeper into Angelina's. Finally her lips found a place to settle, starting at the base of Angelina's neck before slowly working their way up to her jawline. Each soft kiss like a dollop, leaving a wet trail in it's place as Naya sensually marked her foe.

All of this was done in the wake of immense struggle. For Naya this was a moment of great bliss as she worked her opponent over in a contradictory mix of affection and aggression. For Angelina, the moment must have felt like an eternity of agony, evident by the intense writhing and squirming of her body as she desperately began trying to seize some respite. Naya had to stop every so often to readjust her grip, her slow kisses stalled by the fingers sunk deep into her flesh and the sole of Angelina's shoe as it scrapped against her thigh. She bared through the initial discomfort, that was until the first punch came. A desperate strike more than anything else, but one that was enough to momentarily interrupt her showmanship over the woman. Then came the second blow, this one even more frantic as it sunk deep into Naya's side, even eliciting a yelp from her as she tried to grit her teeth through the pain. Her limbs were too preoccupied in the entanglement of the hold to risk trying to block the blows. She gnashed her teeth together, her gentle expression hardening as she increased the intensity of both the squeeze and grinding of her opponent. Retaliation was expected, especially since the hold hadn't restricted her opponent's limbs completely, but she was just moments away from complete and utter domination over her. The intensifying of the hold seemed to do the trick, snuffing out Angelina's strikes for the time being.

Soon the scrapping of her thigh stopped too as Angelina's foot was instead used to wildly flail around the ring. Naya's head was too focused on it's gentle embrace of Angelina's neck to properly turn and witness the commotion. She took it as further evidence that her submission was having the desired effected of plunging Angelina into a pit of panic, from where she would more easily be able to exert control over the wild girl. Soon the finger's on her flesh also subsided, now used to claw against the mat. Each sway and buck of Angelina body moved them into a slightly different position, the constant swinging of her legs and scrapping of her hands inch by inch clawing them away from where they had initially landed, but Naya paid it no heed. She was close, oh so close to taming her victim for good, turning her into her little plaything for the rest of the match. All she need was a few... more... seco -

"Break!"

"Wha- what?" Naya mumbled as the commanding hand of the referee went to pull at her shoulder. Naya's head violently spun around to witness Angelina's foot hanging loosely on the bottom rope. She couldn't believe it! What Naya had took for desperate thrashing and clawing were really attempts by her opponent to bring them closer to the ropes, an attempt that had ultimately succeeded! Or perhaps it was just one lucky accident. Either way, the crowd erupted in cheers, enthused at having witnessed such an upset to such an dominating display. With a sigh, Naya released the hold completely, but not without one last kiss on her opponent's cheek before she leaned back into a sitting position overtop Angelina. She used the last few seconds to flex her muscles to the crowd, engaging in a bit of showboating before being told once again by the referee to dislodge completely, which she eventually complied in a more respectful manner.

Her lips curled into a disappointed pout as she gazed into Angelina half-closed eyes, realizing just how close she had come to submitting the girl entirely to her control. Oh well, at least her signature Grindr had done the bulk of the work, and now she would have a chance to show off something new! Now on her feet, and with Angelina presumably in no position to fight back, Naya grabbed onto her ankles, dragging her back to the center of the ring. She gently placed her foot on her opponent's side, rolling her over until she was face-down. The silver-haired rookie then stepped over her red-haired opponent, facing in the direction of her splayed out feet before crouching overtop her opponent's back. Finally she grabbed onto the very same leg that she had tenderized just moments ago, hoping to damage the limb even further with a single-leg boston crab! She hooked the leg between her arms, Angelina's shin resting comfortably against her bicep while her hand did the work of slowly reeling Angelina's knees backwards to a painful degree.

"Wakey-wakey hotshot! Looks like ya still got some fight in ya. That's alright, this should help with that!" Naya teased. She suspended one hand momentarily in order to mold it into a fist and raise it into the air, a triumphant display for the entire cheering crowd to see before it eventually resumed its position back on Angelina's leg, allowing her to lean even further back into the hold.

[Monsy]

Their cores are like two glossing honeycombs. Sweet and savoured, and its aftertaste forced Angelina’s smooth stomach to retreat deeper, with Naya to follow. Her pinched leg felt so numbed that the womanhood could grind, and Angelina still wouldn’t feel it. Nor realize. All senses were being fired on all cylinders and simultaneously smothered. The peppered kisses were something new and… Electric. She felt it deep. It crawled down her spine, so ticklish she could giggle, ignited a furnace inside her face, and her heart pounded like it fought for its life. The sparks trickled down further and fluttered inside her gut, then lower to make her hips weightless. Each one its own memorable, dumpling-sized that she couldn’t quite chew down before the next one came. Perhaps The Marauder would’ve been more receptive if the pinching, swelling and choking didn’t take over.

Bless it be, however, for letting her arms reign free to pummel them into dust. She wasn’t here for smooches. As silly as that thought sounded in her head.

Seconds turned to minutes, to hours, days, weeks, years.. It wasn’t her first time experiencing a choke, having your life fizzle from your eyes. It wasn’t the same as that time, however, she could fight back. Squirm and be protected by the rules. She hated knowing that, and even when the break was called, there laid deep seedlings of frustration she didn’t know how to control beyond… letting it out.

For now there was only buzz. The crowd’s applause bounced off her ear-drums and replaced by an almighty ring. Her world chucked itself into a tailspin and a warm tingle acted like weights to keep her postured. Even her head’s angle when Naya let her go, eyes half-rolled back, her mouth gaping slightly, drool at both sides. She took the kiss without much response than a light, 〝Guhhh…〞

The flexing didn’t help her much, she looked almost dead from anyone who took a picture. Neither did her arms move much but to grab her throat and cough, wheeze, then twist onto one shoulder.〝C-Cheeky Fuck.〞

Not that there’s more she can do. She collapsed back-first onto the canvas when towed to the ring’s heart, her hands raising up, still half-drunk with one brow cocked so hard, it might as well merge with her hairline as the other squinted.

〝Hey, hey, hey, you ever heard of recreational maintenance?!〞Angelina turned onto her stomach with relative ease, hissing, then looking back as her leg was hoisted and curled in their grip. Her spine still reeled from that spear’s shockwave and she might as well eased into a ghost-white state of expression. 〝Normal people call it T. You know! Like give me a fucking Ah! Ah!!〞

Like that, her leg became an elastic bungee cord. The limits tested in each torque. The thigh muscle felt like it was being ripped apart. Bit by bit. Right from the bone. It congested inside her back as her lower-spine took a sharp angle. Angelina put her elbows down, arched up off the canvas and belched a scream. She headbutted the canvas, biting down on her lower lip as her eyes clamped shut. Both hands rapidly reached out, formed claws and tried to dig, only to throw themselves forward again, and her free leg folded up and kicked out.〝O-Ok. How can someone so cute be so brutally evil?! You’re like Angel that commits tax frau—AAAAAH!〞Funny how a simple turn changed a scream into a full-blown girlish squeal. Her face dipped into the mats and all fight seemed to stop. To hunker down and whether by going slack. Letting them do what they may until they let go. Then… there’s hell to pay.

[BuckleBuster]

There was no pleasure to be gained from causing other people immense pain. At least that was the philosophy Naya always entered the ring with, one that most people might found ironic considering the vey nature of the sport itself. But Naya believed in it nonetheless. She wasn't doing this to fulfill sadistic desires, or reap some reward from damaging a fellow human being. For her, pain was an intermediate process that combatants consented to while in the ring. It was a necessary sacrifice one must provide and the other must endure if they are to fully succumb their bodies too the heightened senses of pleasure that accompanied the physical battle.

This belief was the very reason why Angelina's words stung harder than they should have, even if the girl had only meant it halfheartedly. Brutal? Evil? These weren't words that she would ever associate with herself or her actions, and yet the red-head's witty and bantering tone did little to diminish their effects. The hand gripping Angelina's knee loosened slightly before letting go all together, releasing some of the pressure on her opponent's leg while still keep her foot trapped and tucked underneath the other arm. Maybe the skater girl was right. Maybe she was being a bit too harsh given the stipulations of the match, and her obvious technical superiority over her opponent. Or maybe she was just being too sensitive to words that didn't really mean anything given their source. Either way, Naya figured the best way to dispel her opponent's accusations and prove her wrong was not through more pain, but through more pleasure.

"Well, you're right about one thing. I am cute!" Naya said as she kept Angelina's leg tucked firmly into the now loosened half boston crab, allowing her free hand to wander over her still entrapped foe. She starting at the base of Angelina's spine, her fingers tip-toeing across her back, traversing the smooth valley of her lower arch before climbing the shapely hills of her curved ass and finally settling on the ridge between her thighs. "How's this for a little 'recreational maintenance, hmm?" Naya said with baited breath as her fingers ran slow circles around her opponent's cloth-covered pussy. She could feel the slit beneath the fabric, a ridge who's barriers could so easily be broken this very moment, begging her to explore what lay deeper within. Soon her thumb joined the mix, massaging her opponent's pussy with methodic rhythm, waiting until the first sign of dampness before taking the plunge.

When a wet spot had finally made it's mark, Naya would know that her fingers had worked their magic. Gently, she would slip them underneath the wet fabric, allowing her index finger to spot out the moistened lips before giving her middle finger the honor of delving even deeper. She pumped slowly at first, only inserting her finger halfway into Angelina's slit to sample her reaction. But soon her pace quicken, and with it her tenacity as she pumped faster and harder with that one solitary finger, her knuckles slapping against the sensitive entrance in an effort to entice the honey within!

"Don't know much about that 'T' stuff, but I can't think of a better way to get the juices flowin' then this, amirite?"

[Monsy]

Letting herself be elastic hurt less than stiffening up like a wooden board, cracking into splinters with each tug her opponent torqued. Submissions are the devil. She already endured two, and a third wasn't something on the bucket list. It was like a pulled-tight rope just gained two metres of slack that spilled, knotted and piled on the floor when they released her knee. Discomfort but relaxed. She no longer felt dangling by her ankle or that her thigh cannibalized itself. "Ha… H-Hahaha…" A cheek rests on the warm canvas, meshed like 6 am. Her leg formed a scorpion's tail, dangling her hips and her second leg dripped onto the canvas. Fingers prodded like icicles tickling up her aggravated spine. She shivered her hips, sucked in a breath, and her chin rested on the mat. A greenhouse effect warmed her face into a scalding oven; the wandering icicles arched over her cheeks like sunrise and landed on a warmth that made her jerk forward. "H-Hah.." The material was thin. Not too much better than paper, at least how it felt, circling like a whirlpool, with its icy touch warmed by her swelling cloaked folds, moulding around her fingers as though they wanted to be chased. The thumb pinned it down, and the tranquil, candy-baiting touch started to unhinge her mind. "H-Hahh… O-Oh…"

Angelina's elbows propped her head up off the ground, and she looked down, gasping, biting her tongue, then whining like descending into a heat. Hair nettled over her face so that no one could see her struggle. "It's… It's… A-Ah…" She bit down on her finger and slumped her shoulders. Trembles pecked her thighs, with the other leg opening to reach out and scape the canvas, trying to inch forward with half-hearted strokes. Their fingers and the spread stretched the fabric until the lips of The Marauder's shame peeked from the edges, with this glisten over the silk-smooth tight skin and weaving pink flower petals. The fabric was more a brief covering, dampened to the touch, crinkling up with each stroke as Angelina softly moaned into her digit and her tongue flicked against it.

The dive was always special. She unleashed a spasm and a sharp gasp, then shuttered the breath out. Her back arched up as she made fists and hammered them once. Both eyes grew wide, and looked back, trying to spot a glimpse as Angelina's hand reached forward, then flopped. "T-This isn't h-how I expected this to g-go.. Hah…" Her breath sagged deeper like finishing a workout set. Slow and heavy. That digit played god with her body. Her walls squeezed against it, sleek and lubricating more until it was like a warm-succulent hug. The deeper they dove, the more they plunged, the looser she felt, and redness took her ear-to-ear. She slowly collapsed chest-flat, cheek-down and was panting like a dog. Her heart could pound outside her chest, offering only the occasional spasm, and a joining leg that trie to squeeze against Naya's hand, but it too shivered like it had been left out in winter, seeking heat.

[BuckleBuster]

In many ways Naya's finger operated like the movements in a symphony. First came the brisk entrance, a lively tune made from strumming her clitoris, captivating her to the even greater pleasures that lay ahead. Then came the pacing, the gradual steading of one's fingers as they established their melodic rhythm, each plunge aptly timed and predictable, each dive digging deeper and with meaning. Then there was the penultimate minuet, the rapid rise of pacing and depth that threw all preconceptions of love out the window, only to replace them with wild and unmitigated pleasure. And to top it all off, the finale, the very act Naya would be working on now.

Her middle finger had accomplished wonders on it's own, drawing gentle squirms and wiggles from her prey. But she would be remiss just to leave it at that. After all, what kind of finale concluded in the same manner that it had begun? Now a new instrument would join the orchestra, her index finger slipping into her slit in a resounding crescendo like no other. Naya tilted her head back, here eyes closed like a conductor realizing that he was no longer needed. Her finger's were skillful enough in their own right, seeing, feeling, and guiding their way through Angelina's inner walls, slickening themselves in the juices they extracted.

"They never do sweetie, they never do" Naya purred her response to Angelina's haze induced remark, her stroking fingers still eliciting a sweet schlick schlick tune that served at the backdrop to her angelic tone.

There was only one more musician to add to the mix, but it did not stem from any of Naya's digits. No, this sound would be the most beautiful of them all, the set piece in a grand arrangement that only her opponent could provide. It was the sound of Angelina's voice that the audience was seeking, and so they waited with bated breath to see if the prized musician of tonight would conclude this masterpiece with a climactic scream or a moaning diminuendo.

[Monsy]

There are some stern realities she’d come to. Her experience paled. From her massaged pearl sailing these lovely jitters that was making her hips flutter and shake, the dip and plunge that filled her up like a sword into its hilt. It was agony in all the right ways. Rhythm was perhaps her most overcoming foe. It felt like baiting her body and slowly dragging it deeper and deeper into carnal desire. The fact she was forced this way while unable to escape, well, that was the second stern truth. It was a harder pill to swallow than the feared inevitable.

She shook her head again, trying to clear it, and the pleasure was seeping into her spine. And when they dove that second finger. It exploded.

“G-HAH… O-Oooohh… A-Ah…!” Her back threw itself up in an arch; those eyes gaped for but a moment and squeezed shut. Soon they opened, just a little, and her lower jaw drooped a bit, with her tongue pressing on the button lip. She started to moan, unrestricted with an angelic honey-soft voice. One might say she practiced. “Mmm…. N-No!” Her head shook as she screwed her eyes shut again, gnashed her teeth and whimpered. Her butt jiggled with the added motion, the steady but faster rhythm tying her stomach in knots. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet squelch, and juices flowered onto their fingers like a honey pot, oozing out, almost dripping down her inner thigh as her clit became slippery to the touch. “A-AAh… H-HAHH… Fuuuuuccckk! N…aya.” Her forehead crashed; her arms tightened by her head, fists clenched and shivered, and the trembles poured down, into her delicate and lithe back, her hips which now vibrated, leaked, and her thigh’s small layer of fat. Toes curled inside their shoes. Angelina couldn’t decide whether to scream her shame or beg. She felt so warm everywhere, her skin started to sweat and she grew weaker in the muscle.

One fist battered the canvas, well, more like raised and fell slack. “T-Too… S-Sooonnn!” And right then, Angelina struck back. That idle leg that kicked, then rested as she neared the edge, now whipped up in one motion. The rubber sole was fixated on planting this maestro right in the head, with all her remaining strength. For what it’s worth - she’ll take any home if it dislodged them.

Shivers became jerks to the side, yet another feeble attempt to squirm.

[BuckleBuster]

The red-head's euphoria-induced voice turned out to be a sweeter tune that Naya had initially imagined. A graceful melody of blissful high and lows, each moan yearning for the rapture that lay just on the horizon. Naya's eyes remained close, head tilted towards the heaven as she savored every indiscernible syllable that was forced from Angelina's lips, that was until her exulted cries turned into words that she hadn't expected to hear. Too soon?

And then she felt it, the sudden stir of her opponent's body against her distracted grip. The shift in weight as all balance was thrown askew in her opponent's favor. Her eyes popped open, head snapped down just in time to see her symphony come crashing apart. She was only able to catch a glimpse of Angelina's foot as it came soaring towards her head, striking her right in the temple. "GAGH!" Naya yelped as both hands retreated to come to the aid of her now aching head. Her fingers made an unceremonious evacuation from her opponent's depths, drawing with them only a fraction of the sweet honey that they had come to extract. Her other hand discarded Angelina's leg to the mat, instead rushing to the aid of her forehead where her opponent's shoe had made contact.

She stumbled, backwards, landing just off to the side of Angelina while still clutching her head with the palms of her hands. Her fingers were still slicken with the girl's fluids, twitching with angst after having be so rudely interrupted from their conquest. She was close, oh so close to making this girl squeal, only for her to ruin it all! A twinge of anger burned inside her before being promptly extinguished by her rational.

"Nice one...but I wasn't done yet" Naya groaned, shifting herself into a seated position against the mat, with one hand still against her head. In many ways pleasure was much harder to fend of than pain, and yet Angelina had managed to resist both. An equal mix of cheers and boos erupted through the crowds, some impressed with the red-heads grit while other were disappointed that they didn't get to witness the explosion they were all looking for. She steadied her breathing, realizing that every second she spent recovering was one that her opponent spent doing the same, but she needed it. Her mind was still in a daze after being stuck so directly in the head. But she was careful not to waste too much time, slowly rolling over onto her knees and crawling her way towards Angelina. "Not bad for a cute, brutally evil, tax-fraud-committing angel, eh? " Naya teased as her leg swung over Angelina, eager to mount the girl once again.

[Monsy]

This woman almost destroyed her train of thought.
She couldn’t think of much else but to take it, fight it and love it all at once. The thrash was always confused, her moans, strained but purred. Her body loved to cry out for more, as though it trusted her holder completely to take all the stress away. However, the Marauder found her mind coming back, right on that horizon of no return. Her foot whipped without aim but hope, and somehow, luck was her bitch at this moment. Both of her legs flopped like sandbags, and her butt jiggled; knees shuffled up, and her thighs shivered, so she collapsed onto her side, and her hands dove in-between to nurse her soaked sex. Her mind was but a cloud that needed to fall. Every muscle was relaxed, tensing, and she couldn’t keep her body still nor stop the encompassing sweaty feeling, the butterflies in her stomach and a pulsating pleasure, so potent it almost hurt to touch, yet begged for that hand. She pulled the fabric over her lower lips and palmed her waist, just over her wet-zone, and tried to slow her shuttering breath, with loose, dreaming eyes staring at her opponent drawing close again.

“Ohh you’re fuckin’ evil, I’ll tell you that. Really fucking evil after that…” Her voice was laboured and already tired, docile and that she watched their shadow swallow her own. Reality punched her like bricks, with her teeth grinding against its counter-part, her lips contorted to fake composure as her cheeks flushed white then red. She would never survive another round of that. But she had only the current strength to turn onto her back as Naya’s influence planted her shoulders. Hands pressed onto the canvas and shoved herself back, just so her opponent straddled her hips and Angelina could reach up, try and hook her arms underneath theirs, sit up sink her teeth into the base of their neck. It wasn’t violent but hungry, with a growl lurking underneath the voice as she bit just over the collar bone.

[BuckleBuster]

There was no denying that Naya was more than annoyed that her dominance over this girl had been thwarted so easily. A powerful orgasm this early into the match would have made the rest of the bout a breeze. A fighter turned into a moaning ragdoll that Naya could play with to her hearts content. When Angelina had kicked her, annoyance had turned into outright anger before cooling off into realization. This woman wasn't going to give up her body so easily, a fact that Naya would have to accept even if it didn't result in the swift and easy victory she was gunning for. Besides, there was fun to be had in a challenging opponent, even if that opponent had a tendency to say things she didn't like to hear.

She was firmly situated overtop Angelina now, her legs hugging her opponent's body in a tight straddle. Her face scrunched up in a irritated pout as Angelina called her the word again. "I hate it when you call me that..." Naya mumbled under her breath, quiet enough for just the two of them to hear. "But if you really think that... let me prove you otherwise" She said with a slight smile. She hadn't even bothered to pin Angelina's wrists to the mat, still considering her far too dazed to properly react. Instead, her hand wandered backwards along Angelina's chest, he finger gliding smoothly along the girls skin on it's way to finish what it had started.

But Naya's assumptions about the girl's awareness seemed to be completely remiss. Her arm was stopped dead in it's track, her other lingering hand also caught up in Angelina's grip as she suddenly snatched both her limbs from her control. Her opponent's back popped off the canvas, elevating her high enough to linger at the base of her neck. Naya's eye widened as she realized that she was trapped, caught by surprise, and completely unware of what the red-head was planning to do. She braced herself for the sting of Angelina's forehead crashing into her in a headbutt, as that seemed the most likely course of action, but what she felt next was unlike anything she had felt in her fighting career.

"AGGGH!" Naya screamed, horrified as two rows of teeth latched onto the bottom of her neck. There was no animalistic force to them thankfully, but the sheer element of surprise that accompanied the attack was more than enough to send Naya spiraling into a pit of fear. "WHA - WHAT!" Naya yelped, as the pressure on her neck intensified. Her hands that were previously paralyzed in shock finally sprung into action, fighting against the woman's grip in an attempt to free herself from this wild beast. She had had more hickeys than she could count, but this... this was something different. Her eyes darted towards the ref, an equal mix of panic and anger emblazoned in her eyes. "Say something!" she bellowed, unsure of how an attack like this could possibly slide.

[Monsy]

Being a seat never felt so warm. Legs at her side like a lover’s arms, seated on her belly to draw breath in quicker but long draws. Uneasy exhales as she peered up, and the knots in her throat kept tying. The rebuttal made her chuckle, cough, then her eyes turned down to draw down her perky chest, the edges of her ribs and down her stomach. They had a water-like touch for someone so cruel with their hands. This cocktail of persuasion and demanding on her body, harmonized in simple gestures the twenty-year-old couldn’t take for long. So she attacked and dove her teeth against the skin. A growl trickled, and a warm-wet muscle lathered the zone, and she pulled back, pinching a minuscule inch of flesh just a centimetre back before it slipped free. “Hey…” She cooed, “Don’t be a little bitch now that I’m fighting back…”

Angelina’s arms folded over their shoulders, the palms opened and placed face-up beneath their chin, pushing up to reel their head back. A long lick stroked from their collar to their chin, plotting little wet kisses as she serpentined to her end goal. Her leg folded in, trying to pin against either Naya’s thigh or backside, something to use for leverage as she pushed on her hip, mashed their chests into mushrooming figure-eights and send Naya toppling to the ground. They’d land in full-guard, where Angelina tried to undo her arms from their shoulders, plant both hands on their biceps to pin, and finally have the bigger shadow. Those eyes looked so lust-addled and wide. Her smile was subtle, with one corner quirked up, now licking her lips. “I’m not your fuckin’ lover, girl, I’am your fuckin’ enemy who’s going to ravage you into a spasming puddle of fuckin' shame…”

Her hands eased up their arms, onto the shoulders and down. The press was firm, almost violent as she cupped their breasts inside her small hands and squeezed, her thumbs inched around the centre to find the nub, then squash it with her weight bearing down on them just a tad. “So don’t you go whining to the ref about anything. Eeeeexceeeept, I surrender! Kehehe…” Her tongue clicked as she offered that wink, now continuing the process of moving around her opponent’s mounds to see just what made this girl’s composure struggle for balance.