Throes of Passion: Madeline Christiansen vs Cleo Hulbury

[Bare]

Cleo grunted and groaned softly as she was squeezed in Madeline's hold, refusing to back down or submit in this moment. That was why she inhaled deeply, mustering up what strength she could while getting her feet under her and standing up, lifitng Madeline along with her as she then hauled the woman up before dropping back down, intending to go for a makeshift power bomb!

Thankfully this move had worked out mostly how Cleo had wanted it too, taking her brunette opponent down to the mat and finally forcing her to let go! Gasping in relief as she was freed Cleo would get up and wipe her mouth while glaring at Madeline who still had that damn smile on her face and it continued to drive Cleo crazy as her glare intensified.

"Strong... is an understatement." Cleo said in a low, quiet tone full of barely contained venom as she put her fists up and began walking around Madeline in a slow circle with renewed purpose. Moving like a coiled predator, just waiting for the perfect opportunity unleash everything she could on Madeline.

[Lightman]

The slam rattled through Madeline’s frame, the shock of the canvas biting up her spine and forcing the breath from her lungs. For a heartbeat, she stayed down, back arched and chest rising sharply as she drew in what air she could. The triangle was broken, her grip lost, but the smile stayed. Even as pain pulsed in her ribs and neck, the English Rose welcomed it. That was the kind of sting that kept her sharp, the sort that reminded her how alive this game was. Slowly, she rolled to her side, brushing a hand over her hip as if to test the damage, then pressed up onto a knee, eyes never straying from Cleo.

The glare she received was molten, dripping with venom and impatience, a contrast to the calm curve tugging at Madeline’s lips. She tilted her head, wetting her rosy lips with the tip of her tongue as though savouring the bitterness in Cleo’s expression. “Strong is generous.” she replied smoothly, her voice low and coaxing despite the bruise throbbing along her shoulder, “but you’ll find I rarely break.” Her words were deliberate, as if to needle the frustration already boiling in her opponent’s chest, and the warmth of amusement behind them only sharpened their sting.

Pulling herself fully upright, Madeline gave her arms a loose shake, her stance neutral but balanced, legs bent just enough to absorb another sudden rush. She let Cleo circle, mirroring her in part but not chasing. Instead, she cut subtle angles, steps tight and economical, always turning just enough to deny Cleo a clean line. Her breathing steadied, her smile remained, though her body betrayed hints of the slam’s toll in the careful weight she shifted between her feet. “Come then,” she purred, lifting one hand and curling her fingers in an inviting beckon, “show me if the bite matches all that beautiful fury.”

[Bare]

Cleo watched with deadly calm and an almost eerie stillness to her frame as Madeline got up, clearly rocked from that makeshift slam that thankfully finally did some damage to the brunette. Good, but not nearly good enough to make up for what Madeline had done to her so far in the bout. No Cleo needed to make her opponent hurt more than anything, and that's exactly what she aimed to do.

"It'll make it all the more enjoyable when I finally shatter you." Cleo hissed in response to Madeline, starting to circle the woman now, taking note of how the English Rose kept up just enough of a pace to deny her a clean shot. 'Damn her.' Cleo thought to herself knowing this could get messy but if that's what it took to get her hands on the woman then so be it.

Rushing in quickly at her foe Cleo would waste no time as she swung one leg up then pulled it back in, deliberately trying to bait a defense from Madeline. As she did so however Cleo would already be turning on her heel, putting the leg she just had in the air down on the mat and swinging her other leg up for a roundhouse, and should it be either avoided or caught she'd pull it back immediately her hands moving up to try and grab hold of Madeline's shoulder and bicep, grabbing her and pulling as she turned sharply, aiming to try and throw Madeline over her with a judo throw!

[Lightman]

Madeline rose with that same smile Cleo despised, though her body betrayed the aftershock of the earlier slam in the faint hitch of her breath. Her neck ached from the choke turned crash, and her ribs hummed with the dull reminder of Cleo’s earlier strike, but she wore the damage as if it were jewellery. “Shatter me?” she purred back, her voice smooth despite the ragged edge in her chest. “And here I would have thought you’d prefer me in one piece.” She circled in rhythm with her opponent, her bare feet gliding across the canvas, matching Cleo’s prowl step for step, denying her that perfect angle to strike.

When Cleo burst forward with the sudden whip of her leg, Madeline’s guard lifted in instinct, her arms tightening to intercept the strike. But the bait was already sprung, and the real danger arrived with the turn of Cleo’s hips. Madeline’s eyes widened a fraction, catching the moment too late, her balance tugged into the trap as Cleo hooked high and deep with her leg. The English Rose felt the floor lurch beneath her as her centre was stolen, her body lifted clean from its axis and tipped over the curve of her opponent’s frame. For a fleeting heartbeat, she hung in the air, weightless, before the mat rushed up to seize her shoulders and back with a sharp, echoing thud.

Her body hit the mat with a jarring thud that rattled through her spine and made her teeth clench. Air tore from her lungs, the impact rattling through her spine, but Madeline still had the audacity to laugh. The sound was breathless yet mocking, each exhale curling with defiance even as her body reminded her of gravity’s cruelty.

[Bare]

Bam.

With a massive throw Cleo had managed to slam Madeline down into the mat with a massive Uchi Mata throw that seemed to have left Madeleine absolutely breathless and in pain as a response. Perfect. That's exactly what Cleo wanted and she was determined to keep Madeline that way, in fact she had just the move in mind to leave the brunette in a perfectly helpless, submissive state.

"Oh no, I want you in as many, lust mad, ravenous pieces as possible. Worshiping at my feet." Cleo said as she approached the downed woman from her side, pulling her leg back before swinging forward, aiming to drive a kick into Madeline's ribs to force her over onto her stomach. Once done Cleo would proceed to step over her foe's body and bend over, grabbing Madeline's ankles as she did so.

As she did so Cleo would take a few steps backwards, slowly but surely bending Madeline's body for what most assumed was a regular Boston crab. However Cleo walked backwards until she was able to drop down onto a seated position just in front of Madeline's face. As she did so Cleo would proceed to snake her legs around Madeline's head, wrapping her opponent into a reverse figure four head scissors.

Now that all the preparations were in place Cleo would pull back hard on Madeline's legs, where previously she only pulled as much as needed to get in position. As she did so Cleo would also tighten her legs even tighter around her opponent's head, all while using her leg that was extended out to reach out and begin tapping her foot playfully against Madeline's pussy, slowly but surely adding more and more force with each tap as she did so!

Spoiler

[Lightman]

The world cracked against her spine when she hit the mat, and for a moment Madeline lay still, chest heaving in shallow bursts, the Uchi Mata leaving her ribs humming like struck glass. A thin gasp escaped her lips as her body adjusted to the shock, the familiar taste of canvas filling her mouth as she rolled instinctively. Her limbs ached, but her pride flared hotter, refusing to give Cleo the satisfaction of silence.

Cleo’s voice reached her next, dripping with venom and desire, the words wrapping around Madeline like barbed wire. Her lips twitched into the faintest smirk even as her body shuddered under the sting of a kick that snapped into her ribs, jolting her onto her stomach. “You have a poet’s heart for cruelty.” Madeline murmured, her tone rasped from the blow yet taunting all the same. The fire in her ribs burned, but the English Rose knew too well that weakness displayed was weakness doubled.

Dragged limb by limb, she felt her body bent into place, her ankles seized and wrenched backwards as Cleo took her time walking her into position. The posture spoke of dominance, of control, and Madeline hissed through her teeth as the strain coiled through her spine. The Boston crab was textbook, but the malice behind it was uniquely Cleo’s, each step backwards pressing her further into submission, her body rebelling with a groan of muscle and bone.

The shift came when Cleo’s legs coiled around her head, thighs tightening like a vice as the trap was sprung fully. Madeline felt herself fold into the reverse figure four as Cleo tugged her legs back harder, pressing the air thin against her throat. Pain and pressure combined into a heady blur, yet she managed a soft laugh between strained breaths. “Inventive… I’ll give you that.” she rasped, her words muffled against the tension around her neck, though the playful cadence never faltered.

What came next was unexpected, Cleo’s foot tapping rhythmically against her sex, at first a whisper of contact, then growing bolder with each touch. Madeline’s back arched further as the conflicting sensations bled together, the ache of restraint sharpened by the pulse of pleasure. Her voice spilled into a low, shaky chuckle, hushed yet defiant. “So…do you want me to enjoy this…or not?” Her smirk lingered through the strain, even as her body fought against the dual assault of choke and clutch.

[Bare]

Finally Cleo was in full control of her opponent and she was enjoying every cruelty inducing second of it, not only stretching her opponent to her limits while choking her out, but also mockingly tapping her foot on the woman's groin since it was in a perfectly opportune place to do so.

Still Madeline was quite the stubborn beast because even as she began to gradually increase the force of her foot taps on Madeline's pussy the woman was still doing her best to mock and taunt her even with her face near engulfed in Cleo's warmth.

"My you have quite the masochist heart to find this enjoyable." Cleo answered in response, twisting Madeline's own words around as she stopped her tapping on the woman's groin, only to slowly, but surely raise her leg up higher and higher.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't want you to enjoy it." Cleo said as she then swung her leg down, aiming to drive her heel directly onto her opponent's groin in a vicious kick! Digging her heel in for a moment Cleo would then finally release her hold on Madeline, undoing her legs and rolling backwards on to her feet.

However the model wasn't done with her opponent, oh no not by a long shot. Reaching down she would try and grab a firm hand full of Madeline's hair, trying to forcefully pull her up and then backwards into a seated position.

Once done she would lean down, holding Madeline's chin in her hand for a moment as she leaned in. "I'm sure you'll find this enjoyable too, my little masochist champ." Cleo said in a mocking tone before moving in to kiss Madeline before pulling back and turning to drop down on her hands before pulling her legs up and dropping her feet down on either side of Madeline's head.

If successful she would lock them behind the back of her opponent's head and neck while holding her lower body straight... and then proceeding to pull Madleine's heda in to smash face first into her firm rear end! Followed by another pull back and then pull in. Then another, and another, repeatedly aiming to slam Madeline's face into Cleo but with her signature move the full facial!

Spoiler

[Lightman]

Cleo’s cruelty was a symphony pressed against Madeline’s body, her limbs bent, throat compressed, and each mocking tap of her foot against Madeline’s sex tightening the knot of strain. The English Rose writhed under her foe’s control, but her smirk lingered even through the strain of her breath, muffled beneath the heat of Cleo’s thighs. The teasing taps did not silence her tongue, though her voice came ragged. “And you have no point in this rather distracting footsie play here if I'm not meant to be enjoying this.”

Her words earned their twist in reply, and with it the rhythm stopped, the absence of tapping as pronounced as the touch itself. Madeline’s lungs burned as she felt Cleo’s leg lift above her, a shadow of threat poised to drop. She braced, jaw clenched, and when the heel came crashing down into her groin, she could not stifle the harsh cry that tore from her lips. Her body jolted, the sharp intrusion folding her further, but still she hissed through gritted teeth, “Sadist through and through… but you know how to make a point.”

Relief came only in release, the pressure unwinding as Cleo rolled away. Madeline coughed into the canvas, the ringing in her body still vivid as her hair was gripped and she was yanked up with cruel intent. Forced into a seated position, her head reeled from the sudden shift, and then Cleo’s fingers gripped her chin, lifting it with a mockery of tenderness. The kiss pressed to her lips was sweetened venom, and when it broke, Madeline whispered hoarsely, “Your cruelty is almost romantic; I'm starting to think you actually like me.”

Then came the setup, Cleo’s body tightening its snare. Legs dropped on either side of her head, firm thighs coiling behind her neck, the intent all too clear. Madeline had seen the spectacle before, the famed Full Facial, and knew what awaited if Cleo’s strength dictated the rhythm. The first pull drew her forward, her nose crushed into the curve of her opponent’s rear, and a muffled laugh escaped despite the humiliation. “How… inventive…”

The second pull began, but here Madeline’s instincts flared through her pain. With a sharp twist, she forced her arms between the coils of Cleo’s thighs, bracing against the squeeze and shoving outward with sudden strength. The pressure broke, Cleo’s lower body dropping forward, her hips now teetering over Madeline’s face. Seizing the moment, Madeline swung her legs up with fluid precision, hooking them beneath Cleo’s armpits and snapping her ankles together behind Cleo’s neck. Her heels pressed down, forcing Cleo forward in a contorted arch.

The reversal would leave Cleo face-first against the mat, butt and hips high in the air, her legs captured beneath Madeline’s arms like a cruel parody of a bow. Madeline tightened her hold, exhaling a shaky breath as she forced her foe into the humiliating display. “How very picturesque.” she crooned between laboured breaths, “Your pride dangling as high as your backside. And I must say, it suits you~.” Her smirk had returned, even as her own body ached from the punishment just endured.

Madeline’s hands slid lower, tugging at the waistband of Cleo’s bottoms with deliberate slowness until her foe’s sex was bared to the cool air. “I can't say my Japanese is particularly fluent, but I do recall one particular word used for times like this. Itadakimasu~.” The English Rose leaned in without hesitation, lips brushing softly before her tongue pressed deep, tasting her enemy’s heat. The shift from victim to tormentor was absolute, her moans muffled but triumphant.

[Bare]

Cleo had Madeline reeling and she was determined to keep it that way. With her submission hold having contorted and hopefully leaving the brunette breathless and hopefully easy to further victimize. However if there was but one thing that kept Cleo uncertain was Madeline's damn arrogant taunts. As of none of this affected her even when it was clear by her voice that it most certainly was.

"My cruelty is planned, calculated and designed to not just make points, but leave an impression, not to mention intimate. Believe me, you're nothing special in terms of how I treat you compared to any of the other worms I've fought." Cleo said with very intentional cruelty, even if she may not have been exactly one hundred percent honest in saying that Madeline was less than nothing to her. Still she wouldn't go so far as to say she liked her. Not like how Madeline was implying anyways.

Whatever the case it was further motivating Cleo to want to further damage Madeline, both physically and mentally. As such she made the move to transition from her submission hold into the set up for her signature move, the full facial! A brutal attack that would ideally leave the woman reeling with humiliation, and ideally hopefully a little bit of head trauma that would leave her in a state that would be easy to further take advantage of.

Now the first hit went swimmingly, bashing Madeline's face into her plump, firm rear end that no doubt had her seeing stars. Unfortunately however it was after this hit that everything went to shit. Before she could do much as pull back for the second impact Madeline would manage to twist and get her hands up in between Cleo's legs managing to break her balance and send Cleo falling face first into the mat!

'Shit! move move!' Cleo thought to herself desperately, about to claw on the mat to try and escape but was already too late! Legs trapped and pinned at her opponent's sides while Madeline's own legs would come up and snake around Cleo's arms and head, trapping her in a tight hold of Madeline's own! Granted it wasn't particularly painful, but with her ass in the air was more than a bit embarrassing not to mention...arguably the worst positions to be in given proximity to Madeline..

"Grrr shut up! I'll make you pay for this you hear me?!" Cleo bellowed out, clawing at the mat, an effort that only doubled as she felt Madeline moving her attire out of the way before her mouth then descended down on her pussy, starting to eat her out! "Unghhhhhh ahhhhhh fuckkkk youuuuu!" Cleo moaned out loudly, writhing and twisting within her opponent's hold, desperately trying to loosen the hold or at least make it more difficult for her foe's lips to be on her pussy, but for now she was trapped!

[Lightman]

Seizing the instant, Madeline wound her limbs into place, arms clamping down around Cleo’s legs while her thighs wrapped across the blonde’s shoulders. The result left Cleo folded forward, rump high, her frame displayed in a way that made Madeline’s smile sharpen. Fingers tugged aside the thin barrier of fabric, baring her opponent’s heat to the air. “So desperate to prove yourself, and yet here you are…” she breathed, voice low and mocking, “…gift-wrapped for me~.”

Her mouth pressed firmly against the revealed flesh, tongue slipping deep with deliberate, unhurried strokes that made Cleo’s body twitch and jolt despite her curses. Every wriggle only granted Madeline more purchase, her thighs tightening and locking her foe’s arms in place like steel bars. “Hush, you. Struggle all you wish.” she murmured, her lips glistening against the slickness she coaxed forth. “But your body betrays you far more sweetly than your words ever could.”

Madeline shifted her angle, driving her tongue deeper, grinding her chin against the swollen bud above in a rhythm that mimicked a grappler’s chain of pressure. Her hands dug into Cleo’s thighs, forcing them wider, holding her open and helpless. Each cry, each tremor running through Cleo’s body only fed the English Rose’s cruel delight. “There it is… the real you.” she whispered, before biting lightly at tender skin and lapping again with even more vigour.

The sounds of wetness filled the space between them, punctuated by Cleo’s guttural moans that mixed fury with involuntary pleasure. Madeline purred against her, rolling her tongue in circles that had precision borne of practice. “I shall make you pay, yes.” she taunted between strokes, “Pay in every gasp and cry until you admit how much you crave it.” Her tone was honeyed venom, sharp yet smooth, cutting down her opponent’s bravado while stoking the fire beneath her skin.

Even as Cleo clawed at the canvas and writhed in the trap, Madeline remained rooted, her frame draped like a vice over her foe. She squeezed tighter, pulling her deeper into the arch that made escape near impossible, forcing her hips higher, her bare sex pressed fully against hungry lips. “Fight me. Resist me. Deny me.” Madeline urged, pausing only to drag her tongue slowly from bottom to top, savouring every inch, “It makes the taste all the more sweet.”

With her rival trapped, the English Rose had turned the match into her canvas, her tongue and grip the brushstrokes of domination. She gave no respite, no opening, only the relentless pressure of both grappling control and raw pleasure. “Art, Cleo...” she purred, pulling away for the briefest breath before diving back in, “...is what separates the cruel from the divine. And I…” she finished with a wicked hum as she buried her mouth once more, “…am nothing if not divine.”