Ianthe Taylor (D) vs Yahagi Fujimoto - Pure Bliss!

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe commanded an iron grip on the match as her body was positioned in a way that compounded the woman below her. Yahagi was under the weight of an anvil that would continue to dig further into her body until she inevitably gave way to the unrelenting pressure. Both sets of abs were on fire from the endless rubbing on top of the generated body heat both from the mouthwatering action as well as the now-settling heat temperature. Yet, even in such a conundrum, the bulwark Japanese woman tried anything she could to escape the press and possibly turn the tables. She begun maneuvering her legs, hoping to plant her foot down to gain leverage and push Ianthe over.

However, as Yahagi could only plant one foot down, with the other leg still forced down into a flat position, she could only apply force from one direction. In response, Ianthe simply banked on her own sheer mass to hold her test subject in position, only applying extra pressure to the side which Yahagi planted a foot in. She had hoped coupled with her own strength, that the Japanese woman was less than 100% after her initial climax and was still in need of recovery. If she managed to keep the opponent in her cage, she would only continue to carve into the delectable meat on her plate.

She'd grow into the grinding position further, resuming up and down motion rubs in order to quell upward leverage. The rubbing would affect their ever so aroused breasts that squeezed and mushroomed out, solid nipples poking each other to provide sensitive contact. The Brit's hunger-driven abs craved the meat of their Japanese counterparts, chafing away at hardened surface till they turned to tender plush. In a most exhilirating yet equally dangerous double-edged sword, both women's nether regions smacked and collided into one another, rubbing and pleasuring. Ianthe herself, was enjoying the sensation of her pussy feeling the touch of Yahagi's. The droplets of pre-cum lathered her snatch in total delight. Eagerly, she humped and clapped harder against the Japanese woman's lower lips, hoping to elicit harmonious noises, but also felt herself edging closer to euphoria.

In all this, the blonde stared down Yahagi with a lustful gaze, heart-shaped pupils in love with the pleasure and the need for more. She panted, yet maintained a domineering smirk, wanting the brunette to doubt herself and melt her from the inside out. While Ianthe focused on pleasuring and breaking Yahagi, the approach was certain to go both ways.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

It was clear now that the Japanese girl was in a dire situation. Yahagi was clearly being put into an awkward position with the Brits sexual offense, and the juices coming from her only confirmed this more. What's worse, her body was being pinned to the ground, and with her opponents body being heavier than her own, it was pretty much impossible to escape.

She kept on trying, pushing her leg up on occasion to try and off balance her opponent, as her pussy kept on kissing the opposing womanhood, with her mind focused purely on escaping the pin, blocking out the pleasure between her legs. She had to escape, or else she would orgasm quickly, as the aphrodisiac continued to consume her. Her body was sweating profusely now, and in an attempt to escape, she tried to use that to slip between her opponent and the floor, and escape the hold. If successful, she would quickly stand up and catch her breath.

[SeptaX1]

The implacable imperatrix has tasted all sorts of women in her time having sex as well as wrestling, or both. Girls of all flavors and cultures, varying compositions and attitudes. Some girls were on the smaller side to squish, others took alot of power and tenacity to fully wear them down into a cumming mess. In some cases, the opponents felt dissapointingly easy and appeared more willingly submissive than Ianthe had hoped. She wanted to tussle with a woman who had bite, a more satisfying beast that she could truly feel a pride in conquering and subjugating. This match felt special. Yahagi was a fine specimen, a cultured woman with a body to boot. She wore an attitude of bold fearlessness, staring the bigger woman in eye, challenging and questioning authority. But she was not all talk, for she had the perfect form to match. While on the smaller side akin to a light-heavyweight, she wore a masterwork set of steeled abdominal armor, matched with flawlessly smooth legs, and off course a teeming pair of funbag mounds. She ticked all the boxes in a good woman she loved to fuck.

Ianthe was enamored with the sensations of now, laying on top of this succulent beast. She had her tied up, boxed into a cage, frantically bashing against the frame trying to escape. It would become an inevitable that the encaged beast gives up, accepting reality and the fate it faces. Yet, perhaps not regrettably, the raven-haired babe didn't stop. Her pleasure was certainly rising from Ianthe's view, the way her subject mewled and moaned, yet there remained a hint of focus and fight in the Japanese woman's eyes that told everything. Eventually, the Brit's grip couldn't prevent the danger, it was as if the grounds begun to crumble and the cage shook to allow Yahagi room to escape. Using the overwhelming amount of sweat and decadent liquids that lathered both women's forms, the Japanese woman daringly slipped through the openings. There was no proper friction and resistance as Yahagi's skin slyly slid along the pores of Ianthe's. With a surprised expression, the imperatrix lost her hold and the feeling of heightened climax subsiding. She felt herself closing in on euphoria, but felt denied as her body had no toy to play with. In this sense, Ianthe grew annoyed.

She wanted more. She needed more. It felt so close, but her pleasure was neglected and lost, and was denied her privilege of the opponent's succinct flavors. And so, she was determined to take it back, never taking her eyes of Yahagi as the woman begun to stand up swiftly. The blonde quickly followed, getting up on one leg them the other. She did not plan to allow the smaller woman any leeway, walking in loud steps towards her.

"You dare deny me of my pleasure?" Ianthe lightly hissed. She would wind up her entire body, preparing for impact as she would get closer to the Japanese woman before going with another resounding full-body smack. Her neglected form yearned for more, the way her nipples held a stalwart perk, and labial lips covered in pre-cum. Sweat dripped down from brow to chin as Ianthe breathed in heftily. If her initial smack was successful, it would bring Yahagi close to the edge of the jutted bench of the sauna, back to the wall. From there the British woman would bring down more smacks, attacking her abs with her own hardened and aroused set. Clapping her tits into Yahagi's own pair, longing for a wonderful sound to eek out of the subject.

"Why don't you be a good little girl? Give into your desires. I know you want me to crush you, this body to plow you as I enjoy your treasures. Go on and leak for me, you sinful little thing~"

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The samurai was only getting more certain that Ianthe will be the most difficult opponent she had to break down. With the combination of their sweat from the sauna, as well as the precut that now oozed from both of their delectable vaginas, keeping a good hold would be nigh on impossible, especially when the samurai had the distinct weight disadvantage. She had to think about a backup plan.

The intense grinding had certainly aroused Yahagi, but she could also tell that it was arousing her opponent too, which meant that it was only a matter of time when the first organ erupted. As she stood opposite of the giant Brit, she pondered, before thinking of a plan.

Yahagi rushed forwards suddenly, slamming her pussy and tits into the Brits with force, hoping to push her back into the corner. If this worked, she would not relent. Even if she had to cum too. Ianthe must feel the sexual burn. She grinded mercilessly, showing Ianthe that she was merely holding back. And to a certain extent, she still was.

"Oh, you will get your pleasure. You will get it back with interest right now" The samurai teased as their naked sweaty bodies locked once more. Yahagi had no intention of just letting Ianthe win. If she wanted to win, she had to earn it.

[SeptaX1]

Who could blame Ianthe for having such a wonderful time railing a hot little rebel like Yahagi? Even with their disparaging sizes, the Japanese woman was equally lust-drunk and still cutely stood up to the imperatrix's hot and hard form. Once she got her hands on the delicious treat again, there was going to be much more fun. How excited she was to continue bruising the pelvis of this sinful little thing. Such passionate thoughts permeated, yet perhaps such in itself disrupted her with its poison. Both women's insatiable lust brought a burden on their sharpness. It was something which was taking its sweet time on Ianthe, who still had not came to release. But furthermore, while Yahagi, indeed smaller, was also a speed demon. The blonde was by no means sluggish, yet the middleweight still carried formidable stamina and less mass to pull.

As the bare nude nun rose up to her feet and walked towards the presumably bewildered woman, there was an immediate dart that came full pelt towards her. The sheer weight of Ianthe and hastily planted feet prevented Yahagi from fully thumping her backwards. A large snapping clap boomed in the heated chamber of hot gay sex. It was a grunt paired with a minor exasperated sigh that drew from the imperatrix. But, that was not the crux of the matter. It was the aftermath in the tremor, where a seemingly reinvigorated Yahagi rebounded with a rubbing defiance. Ianthe found her increasingly oversexed body challenged by the redefined potency of the Samurai. The goddess could talk all she wanted about her opponent's desires, but would hardly be able to deny her own sentiments.

She felt the rush of dopamine that enabled the euphoria in enjoying Yahagi's tightened body returning the favor. The shorter stature meant the opponent could easily pierce the undersides of her ambrosial flesh with the tingle of the stiffened nipple. Pleasure could only be elevated further by the play involving the vectors of the sweet nectar. The hump of the crotch with one on the brink of its burst, and Ianthe could feel her loins quivering. The Japanese girl had a grift to her and turned enjoyment into a weapon that relentlessly jammed against the goddess's nethers. Clap, clap, clap. The imperatrix's authority was being undermined again by someone akin to a false deity, an arrogant upstart. Ianthe knew how to deal with those that tested her. To grind back, at the cost of intensified arousal.

Though, whether she could effectively quell Yahagi's resistance, as her stamina wavered raised ambiguity. The blonde leered her head down to the woman as their bodies clashed. The heart-shaped pupils only glared and glowed with the deeper intimacy. Slight changes in the expression queued the furrowed eyebrows signifying levels of quivering along with convulsions of the body. She labored a breath as her deeply imaginative heart raced.

"You think you're so smug hmm? You will be out twitching on the floor soon enough love~" Ianthe reassuredly bit with a clear lustful drawl.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Yahagi was never a quitter, a quality she was taught when she was a mere toddler, never give up, no matter how far fown the rabbit hole you are, as there may yet be a way. Yes, her opponent was bigger than her and could smoosh her against the wall and grind until the friction burned their bodies, but Yahagi would never surrender, unless she was physically incapable of fighting back. She knew one thing though, if she was getting back into this match, one thing was for sure, she would gave to get Ianthe to orgasm next.

To that end, Yahagi got yet more aggressive, forcing her body in such a way that her hard clit stabbed and gribded tge underside of the blondes, with her abs and breasts still defiantly battling their counterparts. Most would suggest that Yahagi was going to be defeated by Ianthe's sheer might, but she wouldnt let that happen!

[SeptaX1]

The bad blonde felt her nethers drizzling liquid down the side of her thigh. The heart racing and in ember like the sauna temperature both fighters had to contend with. For once again, Ianthe moaned and bit her lip. A salty taste tingled her tongue with the shiny bead of perspiration running down the whole of her body. So profound and resolute, the authoratative frame bouldering down on the smaller woman. Yet, the long pent pleasure and desire for flesh put the goddess an alluring yet taxing state of cloud nine, edging close to a release.

Certainly, the clock ticked and Ianthe should have wanted her release. Yet, there was an emboldened sense of pride that was not yet satisfied. It was the primal want for total submission. Yahagi had yet to give in. The dominative spirit that built her image loomed over and restrained the simple desires of release. It was too easy. Ianthe needed to make the Japanese ravenette bend to her will. She needed to be tenderized into a softness apt to filet mignon. Only then, might she allow the puppet strings to fall and release herself.

Ianthe exerted an even greater level of mental and physical prowess only befitting of someone her size. She redoubled the efforts to tighten up her figure, aiming to budgeon any of Yahagi's wishes to concave her core or the rest of the blonde's armory. She would simply force her entire weight to brute force against the opposing foe's frame. The smaller woman would likely have a difficult time pushing back against such an enroaching force. In Ianthe's raw calculations, such would force Yahagi to the heated wall. With that, she would attempt to smother out the poor girl's face with her regal bosom. While not looking to send her to sleep, it would be an opportunity to recover in an easier hold.