Natasha Loclear vs Sister Lucia

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Tossing the pretend nun had taken a good deal of effort on Natasha's part though unfortunately it only bought her a few extra seconds to get back the breath that had been knocked out of her with the slam. A soft thud and a cheer from the crowd warned the blunette of Lucia's coming before the nun's shadow fell over her, Natasha halfway to sitting up when her foe quite literally fell into her lap, though not in the manner Natasha would have preferred. Lucia forced her down flat upon her back once again despite her protests, Natasha wiggling side to side to try slithering out but Lucia locked her down before she got very far.

Lucia would find however that Natasha's legs were not so easily overpowered. While the nun forced their entwined legs to stretch outward Natasha's thighs and calfs would flex their power, keeping any progress Lucia made to a crawl while she focused on proper breathing. Only the sudden pressure upon her breasts made her gasp, holding her breath for a few moments afterward as she adjusted to the not as unpleasant as suspected sensation. Her face showed that she was enjoying it, even if she tried to hide it by gritting her teeth, but even so she began to smile soon after.

"Perhaps I've been brought lower than you...but you couldn't resist my boobs either, just like those other so called degenerates I beat to be here~" Her own hands would then come up to Lucia's chest, but instead of groping in return Natasha's aim was to pull apart that top.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia was an honest woman, and as such, she had to be honest with herself and admit that she did not altogether hate the feel of this woman’s body beneath her. A vile harlot Natasha may have been, but the tools she used to pull souls to their damnation were nothing if not effective. Even she, a truly pious woman, found the siren’s call alluring, and she was sorely tempted to follow it to her demise…

But no. No, she would resist that forbidden fruit, casting such ruinous thoughts clear out of her head as she proceeded to dominate her foe. She was in control here, and she would prove as much when she defeated this trollop and claimed the vaunted, vile title for herself.

While Natasha was proving quite difficult to pin down, Sister Lucia still enjoyed the advantage, as she massaged the woman’s bulbous breasts with her fingers, kneading them like delicate dough. She sneered at her opponent insidious comment, but before she could retort, her foe reached up and dared to strike at her own chest, pulling away her garments and exposing her flesh to the fresh air.

It was Sister Lucia’s turn to gasp, taken aback by the indignity. She would not merely reply with words, however - no, she had something harsher in mind. With sizzlinger, she brought her head down and rammed her forehead into her opponent’s face, driving the cross of her headdress into Natasha's features with her signature headbutt: Bad Habits.

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Natasha had come to know a fair number of people during her rise to LAW who subscribed to the notion that one could read their opponent's true thoughts from their fists alone. She hadn't bought into it herself until she joined up with LAW, although in her case Natasha felt she could tell the inner thoughts of her opponents through how they pleasured her.

For all the talk of piety and the vile nature of the Hentai Division that Lucia had spouted off during the tournament there was no denying that she was enjoying having her fingers wrapped around Natasha's bountiful bust. One simply couldn't massage her breasts like Lucia was without feeling the thrill that Nat herself chased inside LAW's ring, without that oh so lovely feeling of lust. "Enjoying yourself?" Lucia might have been on top but Natasha wasn't ready to acknowledge her control quite yet when she knew she was winning the very important mental game.

A game she would seek to pull further ahead in as she took full advantage of her free arms to pluck at the edges of the nun's curiously revealing outfit, exposing the blonde's own mounds to the world first, much to the love of the crowd who were making their excitement well known with their cheers and whistles.

Natasha had a big grin and words on the tip of her tongue, but both vanished immediately upon being on the receiving end of a vicious headbutt! THWACK! The sound reverberated inside of Natasha's skull while she grunted in obvious pain, her hands shooting up to her face instinctively as her body realized she had been struck with more than just a skull. "The c-cross..." Natasha muttered after her head smacked against the mat, one of her hands reaching up right after to try snatching the habit off of Lucia's head but it was all she could do in that moment besides see stars.

[BlackAkuma]

Of course, Lucia was enjoying herself.

Yes, this might have been profane work on the most lascivious nature, but she was doing as the Lord willed, and Lucia always took pride in that. If the plan required her to fondle this woman’s breasts, she would do so with a joyful heart, happy to follow His will. It was only that, and nothing more. She would not be drawn in by the way those bouncing breasts felt against her fingers, the way they molded against her tongue, the subtle and supple nature of her skin…

No!

Instead, she focused on wresting control of this moment from the whore’s clutches, which she accomplished with a well-placed headbutt. It wasn’t that pleasant for Sister Lucia, either, but her habit afforded her some protection and made it worse on Natasha’s end, which the bluenette seemed to realize as she reeled. Sister Lucia grasped at the woman’s wrist as she reached upwards and shook her head to clear the fog.

She took a moment to put her breasts back in their place, much to the audience’s chagrin, then unlaced her legs and stood up, dragging Natasha up along with her. She got the bigger woman up to her knee, then lashed out, swinging her leg around for a brutal soccer kick aimed at her proud chest, with another one following in quick succession - sharp, exacting strikes, meant to pummel and punish with prejudice.

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Natasha's fingers brushed against the fabric of the habit but her wrist was snatched before she could get a proper grip on it, the blunette's eyes narrowing as she pushed against Lucia's grip. She had come into this knowing the sort of tricks the fake nun would stoop to but somehow the metallic cross in the middle of the woman's forehead had slipped past her notice, a mistake Natasha wouldn't be making a second time. So intent on getting Lucia's habit was Natasha that she almost missed Lucia adjusting her top to cover up, almost.

"Hiding the goods? How modest of you." The moment she was up on her knees Natasha reached up with her other arm to take another shot at removing the habit, only for Lucia to slam a leg across the blunette's chest! "AHHhhh..." Natasha bit down on her bottom lip as quickly as she could as pain shot through her, stifling the yelp of pain a split second too late. Her breasts molded themselves against the leg in that moment before she bent backwards from the force of the kick, her body suffering whiplash as she bounced back right into the second kick. This time she grunted but didn't shout out, although the crowd did as Natasha's tits quite nearly popped right out of her costume!

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia’s legs lashed out with imperious speed, crashing into Natasha’s body as she struck, righteous fury running through her veins. While she was not usually one to succumb to her baser instincts, she would be lying if she said that this woman wasn’t working raw nerves. Not only was she standing between her and a prize that was due to her by divine right, but she was also making an annoying habit of taunting her throughout, as if this fight was hers to win. As if the outcome was ever in doubt.

Sister Lucia would not stand for such impertinence, not from this blue-haired bimbo. After the second kick rocked her back, she reached down and seized the woman’s hair, gripping it tight as she glared down at her. ”Little whore,” She spat in her foes face, not bothering to hide her contempt. ”I grow weary of your taunting tongue. I think it’s high time we found a better use for it, don’t you think?”

She left little time to ponder what she meant, as she dipped down took her foe’s mouth with a searing kiss, pressing tight with her lips and plunging deep with her tongue. A dominating embrace, designed to force pleasure into the woman, hoping to take the reins in a sensual way.

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Natasha barely registered the fact that Lucia had just spat on her face, amidst the stinging pain in her chest and the last remnants of the ringing in her ears from the headbutt her first thought was that it was actually raining inside the building. It wasn't until Lucia continued to ramble on in that irritating way only she had mastered so completely that her mind made the connection. "You little...mhmm!" Before she could finish her answer the blonde captured Nat's lips with her own, the blunette's eyes widening in that instant as such a blatantly sensual act went firmly against the nun's big talk so far, but she wasn't going to back down from such a contest regardless.

Lucia would get her few seconds of control before Natasha's hands shot up to hook a few fingers underneath the top edge of Lucia's top, gripping firmly and downward to make sure Lucia would know pulling away likely meant her top being forfeit. Her own tongue would wrestle with its invading rival, Natasha groaning lustfully into the heated kiss as she tried to fight her back to a stalemate in this battle of lips and tongues.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia had to concede that the feel of Natasha beneath her was not entirely unpleasant. While she was a woman of God, wholly holy, she was also a mortal, and as such, subject to the weaknesses that came with such a burden. As she pressed against the blue-haired bimbo, a shiver worked its way through her body, as if it was taken off guard by her carnal magic.

Tricks. Spell. Foul play. Nothing more than a glamour to sway Sister Lucia’s mind and delay this witch’s defeat. She would not succumb to such base pratfalls.

She felt Natasha’s fingers exploring her body, gripping her clothes, making another attempt to expose her to an undeserving world. She growled at the prospect, but this time, it was not enough to ake her relent, not when she could boast such a superior position. Instead, she pressed on, kissing faster, harder, hungrier, her tongue plunging deep into Natasha’s maw.

And her own hands were not idle, either. She brought them down, trailing over Natasha’s magnificent body, until they came between her legs and began to stroke. A soft touch. Supple. Wanton and wanting, trying to stimulate her, to stoke her fires until they burned her into ashes.

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Once again Lucia surprised Natasha. She had thought to force a choice on the blonde by grabbing onto her top but it seemed it wasn't much of one for her as the woman doubled down on kissing her. It was an answer that while not expected was welcomed happily, Natasha thrusting her tongue fully into the mouth of her foe where it danced about, both massaging the rival muscle and getting a good taste of the nun.

All the while she could feel a pair of hands traveling down along her body and at first she believed Lucia to planning to hold Natasha's own chest hostage as well, tit for tat as it were. However those silky fingers slid on past her ample breasts and over her exposed abs until at last they found their goal, brushing over the blunette's covered crotch with a tender touch.

It sent a little shiver up her spine but Natasha wouldn't be distracted quite so easily. The Frenchwoman grinning wide as she made good on her earlier threat and suddenly yanked downward, turning away from the nun who had been kind enough to lean down for her, looking to flip the blonde over Natasha's shoulder and bring her back down onto the mat, top hopefully torn entirely in the process if she was lucky.

[BlackAkuma]

Contrary to what lesser women would believe, Sister Lucia was no fool - she knew the game that was being played here. Natasha thought herself clever, trying to use her own purity as a weapon against her, thinking she could assault her dignity and whore her way to victory.

Foolish notions. While Sister Lucia did not relish having her goods flopping about, she would not be so easily cowed - not when the grand prize was so close, not when her moment of triumph was at hand. She was close now, at the woman’s core, all she needed was a little more time, and…

Sister Lucia squawked as she was sent flipping away - a simple move, but one that freed her garments in the process. She growled as she tumbled and quickly rose to her feet, wasting little time as she locked in on her foe once more. After taking a moment to correct her entire, she rushed back in, wanting to give Natasha as little time as she could to recover.

The moment she was close enough, she sprung forward with her leg raised, attempting to hit her opponent with a hard knee to the face.