Smothering a Shooting Star; Gil "Arma-Gil-O" Vs. Grace Moore

[Arista]

Gil really seemed to do this to herself, she was too dominate for her own good, she had driven Grace into a lust-like craze! She made her so butt-hungry that she couldn't see straight! Gil, unfortunately for herself, wasn't exactly a champion at handling seduction, she could dish it out, but hardly could take it...!

Gil barely could move as Grace neared, she was like a scared cat, cornered in an allyway...! Grace came as close as she could, her words weren't the only thing that was getting to Gil though, her sweet, sweet voice, just into her ear sent goosebumps down her spine, she melted then and there, slumping a bit and resting herself on the support of Grace's legs that had slipped between her legs.

She was pulled in close to Grace, a kiss, one that took Gil's breath right away from her, her hands wrapped behind Grace and rested on her waist. The kiss was broken and Gil's mouth hung agape. "...I-I..." Her face was then rested on a comfy set of clouds, at-least it felt like that, Grace could probably feel Gil's piping hot face burn against her chest. "...A wish...?" Gil murmured back, thinking on it for a minute... "...I wish..." Gil melted even further down, muffling something into Grace's chest before seemingly regaining control of her legs, at-least enough so to raise back up...! She smiled, her face maybe an inch from Grace's, then her hands slapped down hard, taking one of Grace's butt cheeks in either hands and squeezing. "...Two can play at this game..." Her grin seemed more menacing than before...!

[Misfit_Alien]

"Mmm, that's right, make that wish~..." Grace cooed softly before letting out a mix between a sharp moan and a yelp after feeling those hands slapping down against her plump peach, feeling Gil taking a nice squeeze out of it. The resulting shock stimulated her, arousing her greatly, and causing the Shooting Star to blush heavily as she shuddered. "Ohh~? Feeling a little confident, my sweet little 'arm-a-gil-o'...?" She replied, blushing. "While two can play at this can, only one can win~" She said, whispering right into the woman's ear, letting her voice carry a nice, sensual exhale down Gil's neck to warm her up. Grace then SLAMS a knee into Gil's stomach, pressing it into her tummy nice and hard to drive out a little more air in her body before wrapping Gil's arms over the ropes. She would climb up the top and tower over her, grinning in a lustful manner as she eyed her soft little toy beneath her. She slams her crotch into Gil's face, humping it once and pressing it against her for a bit in order to give her a face full of those thighs and everything between them, allowing the horned wrestler to get a feel for everything that lay beneath that thin, latex fabric. Afterward, she'd shake her hips around and hit Gil with another hump.

Spoiler

After giving Gil a little tease of what was to come, she would hop down and admire her work, ensuring that Gil was a gibbering, drooling, blushing mess before proceeding. Another gentle kiss on the lips in order to satiate her own thirst and desires, and Grace would begin to feel up Gil's body, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, up to her waist, around her chest, and up under her arms. She massaged and squeezed her like a cuddly little stuffed animal while making out with her like this was a softcore porn flick. Her sensual charms and skill were by no means amateur...she knew what she was doing. This wasn't just about smothering Gil and winning, nor was it about pursuing her dream of secretly becoming the Loser's Champ of LAW...no, this was about appreciating this lovely woman that was in front of her. After releasing Gil from a wet, passionate kiss, a trail of saliva connects their lips together as they part, much to Grace's delight. She sends a few kisses to Gil's neck and proceeds to grab her by the horns and drag her over to one side of the ropes, planting her down on her backside and then grabbing the ropes, positioning herself over Gik's body with a hot, reddened face. "This Shooting Star...is coming in for a landing~" She said, moving forward to give Gil a Bottom-Rope Facesitting Grind.

Spoiler

[Arista]

Gil's stab back at Grace felt good for a moment, but quickly it fizzled and the confidence she had just managed to recapture slowly fell away like sand between her fingers. She was now seeing Grace take complete control over this match, she felt her command her through force and couldn't fight back in any way that mattered, her words only did so much, and she wasn't strong enough to make enough of an impact... Gil was in series trouble...!

Grace once again spoke directly into Gil's ear, this time goosebumps weren't all as Gil visibly shook from the chills that ran down her spine. Gil opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a wheeze and then a groan! A mean knee to the gut caused her to nearly lose her footing entirely, only kept up by the woman that put her in that state to begin with! She was hooked by her arms over the ropes before Grace climbed atop them like a mighty warrior that had just slain a beast. She gave one thrust of her hips into Gil face, then began to sensually rube herself against her, Gil's nose and mouth acted as nothing more than a toy for Grace to play with. The Goat themed wresters kicked her legs in a sad and pathetic form of retaliation, only freed by Grace's own mercy, or rather, want to move on to the next thing.

Gil's mouth hung open and her eyes half-shut, her face burnt red as she searched for the words to say, but all that came out were little noises and moans. But even those noises would be stopped as she was once again pulled into another deep and passionate kiss, Grace's hand ran up and down her body, squeezing her and holding her tight as Gil simply took it.

Once Grace saw that to be over with, a string of drool connected them together, one that Gil leaned forward into as if searching for more kisses, almost like she was now addicted to this. She would be taken by the horns, he feet practically dragged across the canvas as she was sat down onto her plump backside, her head rested against the rope, her hands fell limp at her sides, she was in both heaven and hell at once, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her, but at the same time, the most humiliated she had ever been, or at the very least, tied for it...!

Gil looked up at her tormenter, as the shooting star came down, landing right onto her face, rubbing herself all over her face again! Gil still kicked and whined, she wanted out, she wanted to win, but right now, that was looking more and more like an impossible task, as Grace was making it clear just how much she controlled and owned Gil, and could bend her to her will.

She placed her hands against Grace's plump booty, looking as though she was supporting her up as she squatted, her fingers kneaded into her flesh like dough, her whined muffled, her eyes rolled up, she couldn't escape, no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she just couldn't find a way...

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace had Gil in the palm of her hand, the roles of the match had been reversed completely and now the lust-driven Shooting Star was handily dominating her horned opponent. After sensually rubbing the frontside of her curves and thighs up against Gil's face, Grace decided to treat the smaller woman to a nice showing of what her backside had to offer, burying the face of the preciously sweet, smother-style wrestler in between her cheeks and thighs as she ground her face into the bottom rope. With Gil lost in the arousal, Grace was free to do as she pleased with the seat cushion that was her opponent. While Gil was stuck in the smothery stupor that was Grace's plump, thick ass, the Shooting Star continued to talk a bit of smack in order to taunt and tease her lovely foe.

"MMmm~... your face feels so nice against my butt, I can see why you enjoy doing it yourself, I could get used to this whole 'smother-style' of wrestling~...it's soft but deadly~" She said, moaning aloud a couple of times. She brings Gil all the way to the brink of consciousness, smothering her until she nearly passed out. Grace was going to drive Gil to a near loss before finally getting up and off of the woman. She admired her handiwork for a second and proceeded to drag Gil back up onto her feet, holding her there for a second, cuddling her like a child would cuddle a plush animal toy before bed. "There there my sweet little Gil~..." She kisses her on the cheek, then on the forehead. She softly strokes her hair and caresses her waist, pulling her close as she coos and whispers into the woman's ear.

"You know what I love most about you Gil? It's not just your curvy features, your cute smile, or your plump peach~..." She said, giggling at that last part. "It's how tough you are. At first, I kinda wanted you to break me, beat me, and smother me like there was no tomorrow...but a part of me wants to do the same to you~" She said, pulling her around and placing her down on the canvas in a kneeling position, she bites her lip and blushes hard as she looks at the downed woman, completely in her grasp. She wraps her legs around Gil for a Standing Headscissors and grips her arms tight, and drops her weight onto the back of the woman's head, dropping down ass first and slamming Gil's face into the canvas, planting her down with a hard thud.

Spoiler

While atop Gil, Grace squeezes her thighs around her head, teasing her by repeatedly pressing her face against her legs. She does this while groping her own breast as she rests her pelvis on top of Gil's head, looking down at her with a smile. "Come on, wake up for me my sweet 'arm-a-gil-o'..." She said, getting off of Gil and laying beside her on her stomach, just...laying there, watching her peacefully on the canvas. "Match isn't over til one of us goes out because of a smother~"

[Arista]

Gil had faced plenty of challenge in her days here at L.A.W, even if her days here were shorter than most, she still had faced off against plenty of formidable foes, she had been taken down to her lowest on multiple occasions, both physically, and emotionally, usually both at once! She wasn't able to come back from all of those, but she was able to rise from the ashes on more than a few occasions, and it was by defying the odds in those moments that made Gil a better wrestlers! But during those dark moments of being physically drained, and humiliated past the point she thought was possible, it was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel...

Gil had been through the wringer in this one, her energy appeared to be completely drained out of her, she was clinging to the hope that she could bounce back in this one at some point, but that was more and more starting to look like a pipe-dream...!

After the humiliation of being smothered silly against the ropes, all while Grace seemed to be getting off on it, she was dragged back to her feet, brought it close to the woman with a warm cuddle, her body was weak, her arms hung limp at her sides as Grace spoke into her ear once again, that all too familiar purr in her voice sending shivers down Gil's spine again.

Gil was made to kneel, like a humble servant before her queen, before Grace wrapped her thick thighs around her neck and gave a squeeze, Gil's hands clutched at her legs, before her face came crashing down back into the canvas! Her head rattled and her vision went dark for a moment, though she still remained awake.

Gil's face pressed against Grace's legs, her cheek smooshed against it as drool dribbled from her bottom lip. Her eye's were nearly shut as she groaned. "...P-please..." Gil reached her hand out for the rope and started to try and crawl forward, a pathetic attempt at an escape...

[Misfit_Alien]

After slamming her opponent down onto the canvas face first, flipping her over, and laying beside her, Grace could see the desperation on Gil's weakened, exhausted face. The cuddle 'smother princess' was seemingly incapable of making cohesive sentences as she lay between the Shooting Star's legs, all tapped out and dazed. Gil was wholly unprepared for the immensely dominant comeback that Grace had made, her lust and desire fueling her for a powerful second wind that turned the tables on the goat-themed wrestler within minutes. Grace looked down at Gil as the horned cutie reached out toward the ropes, letting her crawl away for a moment before standing back up, seemingly going to dominate her with yet another attack.

Instead, Gil would be gently held and brought over to a corner where she was stood up and trapped. The Shooting Star swayed her hips from side-to-side, admiring her handiwork for a moment before looking at Gil, raising her head so that they locked eyes by placing a hand beneath her chin and tilting her head up. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear, softly compelling the smaller woman to compose herself. "Come on now Gil, you can't go and beg for mercy like that...you're better than that, aren't you? All these people came out to cheer you on, to see you shine...are you really going to give up that easily? I thought you were going to bury my face between those soft cheeks of yours, have you given up on that?" She asked. "I told you already, the reason I like you the most is that I love how tough you are...are you gonna prove me wrong by giving up? Or are you going to give your all like a REAL wrestler?" She asked.

[Arista]

From the way things had begun I'm not sure how many people could see this kind of a comeback happening, but the shocker was widely welcomed by the fans, since it meant them getting more of what they loved! Gil grew tired as the onslaught continued to pile on against her one smother after another, locked into a deep yet humiliating kiss, then having her face slammed into the rough canvas, she wasn't sure how much more she could take...

Gil struggled to find the word, crawling out and reaching for the ropes, easily halted by Grace, who took her by the chin and put her face right into hers, again, with that seductive tone in her voice, spoke right into Gil's ear. It sent a shive down her spine along with a bolt of lightning, she could lay her and take it all day, but that wasn't like her, she had to defy the odds and turn things back in her favor, just like she had before...!

Gil huffed into Grace's face, she wasn't going down unless she was going down swinging, on her hands and knees, she craned her neck back then launched her head forward, looking to connect the base of her forehead against Grace's, cracking their skulls against each other, all to stun Grace and flip things back around...!

[Misfit_Alien]

While subtle, a smile appeared on the face of the masked wrestler, she was ecstatic to see a little bit of fight returning in Gil. It seemed like Grace's words of encouragement had successfully awoken that fighting spirit deep within the heart and soul of the goat-themed wrestler. Despite the sensual tension in the air, Grace could see through it all, and past the dazed and defeated eyes of Gil was a fire that was slowly burning brighter and brighter. Not only would the horned smother-specialist defiantly stand against the odds, but she'd also do so with gusto and intensity as she reeled back and NAILED the Shooting Star in the forehead, head butting her with such force that it made Grace wobbly and lightheaded like she was on the verge of losing consciousness. She was selling the impact quite well, but in truth, her stumbling was a legitimate result of her trying to remain on her feet.

Grace was really ROCKED after that impact, she was seeing two, no three...no FIVE of the goat-themed wrestler. She shook her head, panting a bit as she held her forehead with one hand. She leaned forward and charged at Gil, aiming to squash her against the corner with a Running Body Splash, but with her dazed condition, she acted sloppy, purposely giving Gil plenty of time to dodge the attack and counter accordingly, the entire crowd was cheering her on now as the tables began to turn!!!

[Arista]

Gil was nothing if not resilient! She had a fighting spirit, and she wasn't afraid to show it, despite her more cutesy image and personality. Gil reeled her head back before cracking her own skull against Grace's, knocking her back with a stumble as Gil's hand rose to her own forehead, dazed a bit as well, but mostly stable...!

"...That's enough, I think I've had enough of your ass in my face for the night..." Gil rolled her shoulders and popped her neck, resetting herself before Grace charged her, Gil was able to duck low and squeeze between her legs, not rolling forward though, instead electing to stay squatted low beneath Grace, in the arch of her legs before launchign herself straight up like a board, slamming the base of her head back against Grace, this time between her legs...! "...Gah...!" Gil grunted out, lifting Grace a bit with her contact she made, as if Grace running full force into the corner wasn't bad enough...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace had charged forward to make it seem like she was attempting to put a stop to Gil's ever-growing momentum. However, this was all a part of her plan to boost the goat-themed grappler's epic comeback story, and it seemed as if Gil was taking the bait perfectly. Grace blitzed the horned woman, aiming to nail her in the chest with her shoulder if she hadn't dodged. Fortunately for Grace, her opponent didn't JUST dodge out of the way. With some quick thinking, Gil managed to turn things around by completely dropping down and ducking through Grace's legs, rising back up soon after the masked wrestler passed over her, and headbutting her between the legs, bucking her out of the way as a real goat would. Grace was utterly shocked as she felt a sharp pain in her thighs before being launched up slightly and, as a result, being left to flop into the turnbuckle face first, dazing her as she crumpled down to her knees.