L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ahhh, how Malika relished those sweet seconds before her opponent's rupture. The way Ishtar's muscles went completely limp against her own, unable, or perhaps unwilling to defend the divine body against the the sheer magnitude of Malika's love. The steady accumulation of wetness pooling between their intertwined thighs, lubricating each grind and hump with steady waves of juices. But the goddess's love sounds were perhaps the most heavenly: Chirps sweeter than the morning birds, squeals more melodic than an entire symphony.

"Mmmmph-aaaaahhh...so close... you're soo close Ishtar! I can feel it... I can feel YOU!" Malika's stoic pitch had evolved into a sweeter tune, matching frequencies with her opponent as if to experience this euphoric moment with undying harmony. Their pussies met passionately between their panties, mingling and meshing between the thin fabric like lips kissing though a veil. The loud squelches leaked between their tightknit bodies as Malika rubbed her thighs vigorously over the dancer's limbs, with massive arms matching pace above their heads. Even the Empress's toes curled around Ishtar's ankles, rubbing the top of her foot with titillating strokes.

Malika was re-defining full-body contact in ways the arena had perhaps never seen before, and the goddess was the first to experience it in all it's glory. Overcome by the imperial weight of her love, the cracks in Ishtar's endurance began to widen, and through them, a torrent of love soon seeped out! Ishtar gushed forth a stream of juices from deep within her womanhood, lathering their waist and thighs in the wet, sticky tonic. It leaked between the cervices of their melded bodies, before dripping down onto the mat in waterfalls of pure love. A new scent had consumed their senses, a pleasant brew of aphrodisiac infused nectar coating the love icons with it's powerful aroma

"Grgh-gaaaah...mmmAAAAAHHHH" Malika cried as she finally relinquished her bodily fluids all over her opponent's body. Malika huffed and spasmed as cum leaked profusely from her womanhood, her body bucking wildly overtop her opponent's as a gyser of juices gushed and spurted onto the mat below. Malika's juices mixed with Ishtar's, blending together into a creamy nectar that bound the two woman in lustful matrimony, creating a halo of cream colored cum that outlined the two fierce lovers, fusing them together with it's sticky embrace.

"Oooaaahaha! Yes-YEEES! I have never felt such a powerful exertion of love! Oh Ishtar, you have made me most pleased." Malika hummed. Caught in a new realm of lust, the Empress found it almost impossible not to continue crushing her opponent until she was squeezed completely dry. But the mind of an Empress of Eroticism required monumental discipline, which Malika now began to display by finally relieving Ishtar from the overbearing pressure of her weight. Besides, there were other ways the goddess's body could continue to serve her...

Ishtar's nearly flattened, but very much awake form sent the audience into a deafening roar. With one last glaring display of dominance, Malika began a slow crawl up the length of her opponent's body, applying a commanding, but not crushing amount of pressure as she traversed the goddess's divine form. All the while she would smear the contents of their combined orgasm up the length of her opponent's body, using her hips to grease Ishtar's belly, chest, and tits with the sticky treat. Malika wouldn't stop until her crotch had reached Ishtar's face, whereupon she bent upwards and mounted the poor girls upper torso, straddling her head between her muscled thighs. Reaching down with one hand, Malika then lowered her own panties so that her bare womanhood would stick to the girl's elegant features.

"Offering?..." Malika repeated the word with a whisper, clicking her tongue with tacit disapproval. "My love was not meant as a gift to you, it was meant to conquer you!" Malika cried with a hint of disbelief. Ishtar had already proven she was capable of absorbing monumental amounts of pleasure, but to mistaken Malika's assault as an offering was just too much for the Empress's vanity to bear. With a mighty roar towards the crowd, the Empress raised both fist triumphantly in the air as she tightened her hips around her opponent's face, snuggling her bare pussy even closer to Ishtar's lips. "Now feast, my dear goddess, and accept your place beneath me..." With her loins still burning with desire from their intense rubdown, only an act of true servitude would be enough to quell Malika's anger.

As Ishtar rode out the high from her orgasm, she felt a flood of juices splashing down upon her from above. The goddess let out a long moan as Malika's juices sprayed all over her, mixing with the glistening oil that coated her in a slippery sheen. Malika's powerful bucking and squeezing flattened Ishtar even more, forcing the goddess deeper into the mats until her bones began to creak under the pressure. Ishtar still enjoyed every moment of it though, the aphrodisiacs coursing through her body keeping her going, turning her pain into pleasure.

Ishtar let out a soft coo as Malika climbed her way up her body, dragging her wetness all along the goddess's flattened form in a trail across her belly. Ishtar sucked in a few breaths, regaining some of her senses after being literally crushed. She opened her eyes to be greeted by Malika's muscles thighs right next to her head, the empress's dripping wet flower presented before her eyes.

"All you think of is conquest," Ishtar murmured, shaking her head, "You still have much to learn about love!" She wasn't about to deny Malika though, not when her pussy was so tantalizingly close, the powerful musk emanating from her sex overwhelming the goddess's senses.

"Allow me to give you my blessing of love!" Ishtar declared, before burying her face into Malika's crotch. Her tongue lashed up and down, eagerly licking at the empress's hot wet pussy. Her hands gripped Malika's thighs tightly, tongue digging deep and probing between Malika's lips, the tip penetrating into her sex and drilling down to taste every inch of her sweet pussy!

Receiving a lesson on love wasn't exactly how Malika had planned her opponent to react to her undeniably dominate display. Luckily, Ishtar's lesson would be delivered in truly exilerating form. Before Malika could retort once more, the goddess had plunged face-fist into her twitching flower, encompassing her caramel complex between the Empress's leaking lips.

"Hmmm-ohhhh" Malika hummed as Ishtar's tongued drilled deep inside of her you. "And you...uhhhh... still have much to learn - mmmmhmm- about lust!" Malika gasped as she pushed her hips further still into Ishtar's face. "Lust triumphs love -gaaagh- in every way.... emotion is weakness, sex is power!" Malika gasped as her opponent's tongue worked it's magic within her womanhood.

Malika opened her mouth once more to elaborate on her zealous views of lovemaking, but Ishtar's expert use of her tongue soon rendered the Empress mute. All she could muster were a flurry of moans and sighs, gasps and groans as she struggled to find room to breath among the never-ending waves of pleasure. One of Malika's hand involuntarily went to her own breast, slipping between her bra as she gently massaged her own boobs. the other curled itself callously between Ishtar's smooth brown hair, dragging the girl even deeper into her sopping sex.

One would never guess that Malika had just endured a gut-wrenching orgasm based on the amount of juices she was already began to leak. The crafty tonic Ishtar had made them both consume was proving to be most effective, among other things, at ensuring a never-ending supply of juices formed within their wombs. It would be a monumental feat to fight until one of them had been rung dry.

"Y-y-yeeees! Worship me I-I-Ishtar!" Malika voice trembled as another ensuing orgasm began to brew within her womanhood. There was now holding back the tides as more of her juices began to seep out into the open, lathering Ishtar's face in an ever-increasing coat of shiny nectar. "Mmmm-aaaaa...AAAAAAAAAAH!" Malika gulped as she spewed forward a surge of honey almost as much as her previously load! A tsunami of royal juices basked over her opponent's features, suffocating her beneath the viscous weight of her imperial love!

"Gaah-gah..uuumph" Malika's lound grunts slowly dwindled as she recovered her breath from the massive orgasm. With a loud thud, the Empress finally rolled off of Ishtar, relieving the small goddess of the burden of Malika's weight. Her hold on Ishtar's body would be something Malika was much less likely to forgoe however. Instead, she wrapped her arm around her opponent's waist, leaning on her side as she cradled Ishtar' tight against her chest.

"Your blessing was most rewarding goddess" Malika whispered, her eyes locked deep into Ishtar's. "But you must learn to accept your place beneath me. Continue to see yourself as my equal, or worse - my better, and I'll be the one one teaching you a lesson instead" Malika cooed in an oddly soothing voice. Her hug was gentle, but Malika tightened it enough to emphasize her point. Leaning closer, The Empress hummed as she licked the sides of Ishtar's face, absorbing the layer of her own juices that she had just lathered all over the goddess's face. Soon she would move in to mash her lips with her opponent, attempting to silence any claims the deity may have once and for all with a passionate kiss!

Ishtar eagerly ate out Malika's sex, using all her prowess to pleasure the Empress. After all, she had just received a most crushing orgasm from her powerful lover, it felt right to respond by giving Malika the same. Ishtar's tongue swirled, her loving much gentler than her opponent's, but even though she lacked force she more than made up for it with love and attention. She didn't leave any spot of Malika's sex neglected, lapping away at her opponent's flower, drinking deep her nectar. Soon she was rewarded with another offering, as Malika arched up and screamed out her love once again, cumming hard all over the goddess's face!

"Oh!" Ishtar gasped as Malika.let out a primal yell, releasing all the pleasure Ishtar built up inside of her, spraying her juices in such a torrent that the goddess nearly drowned. Ishtar coughed and sputtered for a moment, but didn't let any of the juices go to waste. She drank deep once more, swallowing as much of Malika's nectar as she could.

When Malika finally got up off of her, Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief. Her heavyweight opponent was a bit too much for her, physically speaking. Finally able to breathe properly, Ishtar sucked in a few deep breaths, feeling the burning in her lungs subsiding and her vision clearing. She managed to survive the crush, it seemed. But Malika wasn't done with her yet. The goddess let out a gasp as her flattened body got scooped up off the canvas into a hug once again, her body pressed up against her opponent's muscled form.

"All you know is lust Malika," Ishtar said, "You cannot call yourself an Empress of Love if you do not open your heart." She pressed her hand against Malika's chest. "Open yourself to me and accept my love!" the goddess demanded, leaning in and meeting Malika's kiss with tender passion, kissing back the heavyweight with all her feelings, letting the gentle love she felt pour out of her and into her opponent!