The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 6: Hajna Horvath

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had few strengths as a wrestler, something that was becoming more and more apparent with her matches and the string definite - yet often satisfying - losses that came along with them. But if there was one thing to say about her, it was that she knew how to bide her time and use her short stature to her advantage. People didn’t see her as a threat, so they often let their guard down, and she could use that to get the jump on them.

Granted, it hadn't actually given her a solid win, but it was something.

It was something to keep in mind for later. For now, it looked like she was about to get herself a little treat, as Hajna’s fine, pale backside was getting closer and closer to her face. The tiny Italian squirmed in anticipation, bit her lip, and breathed deep, ready to have those curves all over her face. She could smell it, she could taste, she could-

”Eh?”

Dizzy blinked, confused, as Hajna stopped in mid-sit. It took her a moment to process the woman’s words, but she was right - blame it on the oxygen deprivation or just Dizzy being Dizzy, but she’d messed up the stipulations. Probably should’ve read them better.

”Okay, got me there.” She nuzzled Hajna’s thighs, loving the warmth. ”Passcode, submission, either way. If you want to get it out of me, you’re gonna have to work a little harder. I’ve got all sorts of things I want to do with this tongue before I use it to give up.”

As if to give a demonstration, she let said tongue run a long, lurid line down Hajna’s thigh, leaving a hot trail of saliva in her wake.

[Jaystar]

Sure, it was a detail, one that Hajna knew wasn't going to be all that meaningful at all... Probably. But in these matches with quirkier stipulations, there was always a chance that one had in fact gotten them wrong themselves... Or even, that the competitors themselves had been given differing instructions, perhaps even on purpose. Thus, it was of course beneficial to find out what was the case here, and so, Hajna granted her Italian prey the opportunity to still explain herself...

As it turned out, it was obviously the Young Lioness who had gotten herself confused. Or maybe more promisingly, she had already gotten confused by the sensation of Hajna's body enveloping and controlling her... For the Huntress of Puszta, it was a good sign if even this amound of close body contact with the redhead was sufficient to get the tiny Italian overwhelmed.

She would savor the opportunity to still overwhelm her much, much more comprehensively tonight.

As for an actual response to Dizzy's words, Hajna merely scorned and let out a brief chuckle. She really didn't feel a need to give any other verbal response, instead, her mind returned to the desire to shut down the Italian's airflow.

Not that Dizzy wouldn't had made a decent effort with persuading the redhead to continue allowing her free airflow. Hajna did admittedly get half-impressed by the work that her tongue was doing, demonstrating what benefits the freer movement of her head could provide. The problem for Dizzy though was that while Hajna was keen to learn more about them, she was keener to get to do so only later... And for now, she was more interested in making her feel her physical dominance.

Despite of Dizzy's tempting lick, the redhead's black lingerie and curves soon descended even lower, eventually getting pressed tightly against her face. And most likely, the Italian would quickly realize, that the huntress held every intention now to simply smother the Young Lioness out.

[BlackAkuma]

Japanese, German, Spanish, Russian, Greek - Dizzy had been smothered by asses all over Europe, enough that she could probably throw a dart at a map randomly and there was a good chance she’d hit a country where she’d had the honor, maybe even a city. She considered herself a connoisseur of facesitting, having sampled some of the best, the most succulent, the most bountiful that the world had to offer.

But she had to admit that the one hovering above her face right now looked particularly delectable. So plump and soft, with that pale skin, and heat she could feel radiating off of it. She wanted it, all of it, over her face, and she wanted it now, damn it.

And ‘now’ was what she got. She pushed her face upwards as Hajna’s hips descended, squeezing her tiny head in between the cheeks and really getting in there. She’d been told that her small head was perfect for facesitting, easy for big ladies like this to get all over her, and she eager proved that as her features found a warm home.

She let out a long, purring moan that echoed through the Huntress’ body as all the air was taking away from her and she found herself trapped in a hot, smothering hell. Everywhere she turned, unyielding flesh lay deceptively dangerous in its softness. The world seemed to melt away. There was only Hajna.

And Dizzy fucking loved it.

Her eager tongue went wild now, trying to slip its way beneath Hajna’s garments and taste something infinitely most appetizing, hungrily searching for her most sensitive spot. She arched her back and pushed up, making it even easier for Hajna to bury her under that mountain of fulsome flesh.

That she was rapidly running out of oxygen didn’t bother her all that much, even as her ministrations and squirming grew weaker and her moans began to fade. The world was growing dark, but she wasn’t the least bit bothered. This was her favorite way to fall asleep, after all.