L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Just before Sophie could land her next devious strike the heroine leapt up, using the ropes as leverage, and the Imp immediately knew she had messed up badly. She tried to pull herself away but Starlight's powerful legs had already caught her and pulled her back in.

"Y-you tricked me! Damn you hero!"They wrapped around her neck, squeezing her head tight and hindering her breathing. Although the move was risky it was certainly paying off, slowly draining the fight from the Imp.

At first, Sophie panicked, frantically prying at Starlight's legs in a desperate attempt to free herself. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees as she was deprived of air. Then her hands came to rest on the heroine's thighs and she realized just where she was. How many people could have only dreamed of being in this position? Wrapped in the muscular yet soft thighs of such a gorgeous and noble woman.

Sophie felt a heat begin to rise in her chest. Maybe it was just the lack of oxygen from the headscissors, but she was becoming delirious. Her hands gently kneaded the heroine's thighs as she stayed gleefully within the hold. She had been looking up, directly into Starlight's hypnotic eyes, but now she saw what was in front of her. The heroine's shorts, sparkling as if beckoning the Imp to come nearer.

With her inhibitions inhibited, Sophie acted purely on instinct. Or was it desire? She buried her head deeper into the hold, pressing her face against the heroine and rubbing her nose into her crotch. Her hot breath brushed against Starlight's golden, glowing tights with each gasp for air, her tongue occasionally rolling out of her mouth and lapping at her captor's most delicate region.

Everything about this moment was intoxicating, and the Imp only wanted more. Her hands traveled up the heroine's toned legs and slid behind her, each one grabbing a fistful of her perfectly sculpted behind, squeezing and pulling Starlight in closer to give the pint-sized pervert more to bury her face in.

Was this a counterattack or an indulgence? Did it really even matter?

Starlight let out a small, triumphant squeak as her legs clamped tight around Sophie’s head, her improvised trap snapping shut just the way she’d envisioned it. Her body tensed, muscles in her toned thighs flaring as she drew the both of them in toward the ring. With a firm pull on the ropes, she shifted her weight and dropped onto the apron’s edge, seating herself there perching on a ledge. The ropes wobbled from the strain, but Starlight held them fast, her body language all control and confidence.

Her thighs flexed in rhythmic pulses, each one deliberate and firm, the result of countless hours of drills, gymnastics, and footwork routines that had carved her legs into coiled steel. It was easy to forget just how strong she could be, she rarely used headscissors, after all. Right now, the Young Lioness looked every bit the heroine in command.

"You will find no mercy here!" she declared, her voice carrying that determined ring of theatrical bravado. It was a line she easily could see her mentor using in the heat of battle, and it felt right slipping from her lips now with both conviction and flair. Her gaze met Sophie’s upturned one, and Starlight mistook the glimmer in those eyes as some pitiful plea for sympathy. The thought only made her smirk.

She flexed again, thighs pressing in with a nearly snug, confident squeeze, mashing Sophie’s flushed face between them. The Imp’s hands came up to paw at her sides, but Starlight braced herself, tightening her grip on the ropes to anchor them both in place. It was curious, though, the way Sophie struggled. It wasn’t the same tantrum of frustration from earlier in the match. Her movements weren’t wild; they were... playful. Almost testing. Each squirm only made Starlight’s hold cinch tighter, the heroine’s body working on instinct as she kept the pressure constant. “You fought we-annh… unnh…”

The line broke off in a soft gasp. A shiver ran through Starlight’s frame, her chin dipping as a breath caught in her throat. That wasn’t right, something had changed. She blinked down and realized, too late, that the Imp’s struggles weren’t purely defensive. There was movement… deliberate movement.

“W–wait, are you-?” she squeaked, but the words crumbled into another startled noise as Sophie’s hands slipped lower, the mischievous girl’s fingers brushing and gripping where they absolutely shouldn’t. Starlight’s breath hitched, her rosy cheeks deepening to a shade that nearly matched her hair.

“Hey! N-no, bad! That’s-ah-n-no…oh… fair!” she yelped, trying to reach down to catch one the offending hands. She managed to seize one of Sophie’s wrists, yanking it away and holding it up for all to see like a teacher scolding a misbehaving student. The crowd laughed; Sophie wriggled; and the other han, the one still free,continued its scandalous exploration with impish persistence. Groping at her curvaceous backside.

Starlight’s focus wavered as she felt the heat of breath where it shouldn't be, the probing efforts of something or somethings trying to push past her shorts. The grip of her thighs weakened, trembled. She was supposed to be the hero here, the model of resolve, but every teasing brush and grind of the Imp’s efforts between her legs sent a jolt of warmth spiraling up her spine. Her breath grew uneven, her body tensing against itself.

She squeezed harder, trying to reclaim control, her head swimming as she forced a breath through gritted teeth. But the harder she tried to will strength back into her legs, the more her focus faltered, every pulse of effort betrayed by a soft, unsteady exhale. And with each breath, each involuntary shudder, it became clearer: Starlight was losing her composure… and the Imp was reveling in it. Rather than tightening, everything began to slack. Her legs less opporessive, her fingers only slightly curled around the ropes, even the hand that grasped Sophie's wrist seemed to barely be hanging on.

The Imp continued her mindless assault between Starlight's legs, slowly breaking down her composure with every teasing brush. Sophie had figured it was the case from how the heroine reacted to the grapevine earlier, but now it was certain. This girl was a rookie in more ways than one.

Restraining her hand did little to stop the villainess and seemed more like a desperate attempt to maintain some amount of dignity than anything else. Starlight had become tangled in a trap of her own making, and the only way out now was to hope Sophie's consciousness would fade before her own resolve. Unfortunately it seemed like a losing battle for the young heroine and the Imp soon felt the pressure around her head begin to wane as Starlight's legs relaxed, seemingly welcoming her to continue despite her vocal protests.

As the hold loosened, life rushed back into the pinkette who now prodded her opponent with renewed vigor. The delirious, lustful haze that clouded her mind had cleared, her movements now becoming much more intentional. She glanced up at Starlight with a gleeful, toothy smile. "Awww, what happened to all that confidence you had a second ago?" The Imp concluded the taunt by planting a kiss square in the middle of the heroine's crotch, marking her with a small stain of saliva and lipstick.

With her restrained hand, she simply flicked her wrist and freed herself, the heroine's grip nothing more than a symbolic attempt to show she was still fighting. She pushed herself back onto her feet and with her now free hands spread Starlight's legs apart and lifted them over her shoulders, partially folding her up in a humiliating position. The Imp then moved her hands back into position with a firm smack on the heroine's backside and looked her directly in the eyes. The look on her face as each ragged breath passed through those perfect parted lips. The way her body shivered, throwing itself back into the villainess as if begging for more. She was turning this girl into a work of art.

"Hehe~ Seems I've found your weakness~" With a firm grip on her opponent's backside, the Imp took a deep breath and stepped back, sliding the heroine off the ring apron and suspending her in the air atop Sophie's shoulders. Sophie wobbled a little, giving Starlight's butt a nice squeeze before dropping her outside the ring with a sitout powerbomb, a powerful maneuver which was rare to see from the small villainess.

As if that wasn't enough, the Imp would add insult to injury, wrapping her arms around Starlight's waist and pinning her arms down with her legs before diving back in to continue her feast. Her silver tongue would tease the woman through her clothes, truly putting the young lioness's resolve to the test.

The insidious nature of Sophie’s efforts were that they were aided by Starlight's own attire in some ways but hindering in others. The layers had provided her protection from the carnal assault being as serious as the imps efforts made them seem to be, but those same protections weakening that probing tongue and rubbing face against her only served to tease her want for something more substantial, lulling her into a state where she thought she was more fine than she actually was. With very little time, her opponent had turned the table and started maneuvering her legs into a more prime position as she sat contented on the apron, leaning her weight up against the ropes.

She murmured something softly about confidence that didn't quite translate into real words as her weight was inched off the apron and burdened to the imp entirely. The sudden lack of backrest seemed to spark some measure of realization in her as she perked up, eyes brightening with realization. The only thing she had time to do was let out a small squeaking yell as Soohie gave her backside a squeeze before she was brought down to the floor with a dull, meaty smacking sound.

The powerbomb knocked the wind from her sails, making her choke out a wheeze as the air left her body. The impact had been hard, the thin mats ringside doing little to protect her. Her head pulled slightly to the side, lips parted as she lay still, aching in the sat out position, folded up. She didn't stir right away, limp arms resting along the ground as her legs held in Sophie’s grip. If there ever was a time to take advantage of her being too dazed to stop her, now was that time.

After slamming the heroine down on the hard flooring outside of the ring, Sophie continued her teasing of her opponent's crotch. Though something was missing this time. The Imp looked up and noticed Starlight's blank expression and lifeless limbs. As much as she enjoyed groping the heroine, the moment lost something without her reactions.

The villainess briefly regretted the powerbomb, wishing Starlight were fully awake to enjoy this with her. But she quickly realized that this presented a new, even more enticing opportunity. The thought of it was nearly making her head spin. She slid her hands up to the heroine's hips, at the edge of her shorts. Her thumbs slipped underneath the waistband, tugging it gently, testing whether they could come off as if this could be some sort of dream.

The test was conclusive and her shorts slid down ever so slightly, revealing the distinct look of a glittering, golden thong. Sophie's head nearly exploded and the shorts didn't stay on much longer after that. The villainess didn't remove them completely, leaving them sitting around Starlight's thighs, which was perhaps even more embarrassing, abandoning them as soon as the thong was fully revealed.

Sophie simply stared in awe for a moment, her hands trembling, her mouth watering. Her fingers moved in delicately, grabbing the thin piece of fabric where it covered the heroine's womanhood and lifting it up to take a peek underneath.

The heroine still hadn't stirred however, and the Imp just couldn't wait to see her reaction. "Hello? Hmmm... Maybe this will wake you up~!" Sophie tugged on the thong, stretching it until she felt it might rip. And then she let go.

The fabric returned to Starlight with an audible snap, wedging itself inside of her now partly visible slit. The Imp giggled and began tracing her fingers along where it had snapped in place, her digits easily gliding over the slick surface. It seemed the heroine had enjoyed this more than she had let on...

Sophie’s palms rolled over Starlight’s hips, probing thumbs pressing against her skin to glide beneath her shorts. The shiny fabric stretched easily to accommodate, and as the Imp experimented, she would find it didn’t take much to pry them open to steal a peek inside. Once spread, all it took was a bit of wiggling to work them down her juicy thighs.

Beneath, the Imp would find a slender undergarment waiting, a tight fit and glittering in the light that filtered in, a golden thong. The fight of it had the pink-haired girl practically clamoring for a better look and her shorts were soon worked down around her thighs, the arena air cool on her exposed body.

Starlight let out the faintest groan, coming to but not really aware of what was happening. There was the flutter of her eyelids, but the harsh brightness of the overhead lights forced her to squint, turning her head away. Meanwhile, Sophie had carefully pinched the fabric of her thong and drawn it back to take a peek at her clean-shaven body beneath, having perhaps the best seat in the house for such a viewing. Then she drew it back… further… further…

SNAP!

“Aiiiee!” Starlight bucked in Sophie’s grasp, the sharp sting between her legs immediately rousing her from her stupor. He legs kicked, though they were caught with limited range, her shorts around her thighs preventing her from separating them much. She wiggle herself free from her awkward position, but had been lodged decently tight into her folded state. She shot her arms up only to find them partially pinned by Sophie’s legs. With a frustrated grunt, she squirmed and struggled.

“W-what are you-!” Her breath hitched as she felt Sophie’s fingers slip over her crotch, the pressure of them on her thing, and the edges gliding along her skin. Red-faced, she bit her lip, trying to hold back whatever moment had just hit her. It seemed she understood the precarious position she was in, though, and wanted nothing of it, as she thrashed wildly, trying to break her arms free.

The Imp's fingers continued on their gentle glide over Starlight's crotch, teasing her as she finally stirred from her short nap. "Finally awake, Starlight?~" She felt the heroine begin to struggle, her arms flexing as they pushed against Sophie's legs, which strained to keep them in place.

"Give up, hero! You have no hope of escaping my trap!~" She spoke confidently while trying to squash Starlight's attempts at resistance, barely managing not to stumble over her words as her focus was split between keeping her pinned and trying to enjoy her prize.

That was when the Imp thought of a way she might be able to do both. She hooked her finger under the golden thong and pulled it to the side before her finger wormed its way in to replace it. With just the tip of her finger poking inside of the heroine, Sophie leaned over to look the heroine in the eye. She wanted to get a good look at her reaction. Then without a word, the Imp's finger forced itself in further, violating the heroine for all to see.

Sophie lifted her legs off Starlight's arms, confident that the "attack" would stun her and put a halt to her struggles. Her legs instead wrapped around the heroine's midsection and squeezed tight, locking in a bodyscissor as the villainess's finger continued to push as deep as it could. Once it reached the limit it curled, pressing into Starlight's soft, slick walls and sliding against them as it made its way back out to repeat the process.

The Imp was drunk on lust at this point and couldn't help unloading all of her lewd thoughs on the young lioness. "I wonder, do you have much experience with this? Surely you knew this kind of stuff could happen in the ring but you don't seem very prepared for it~" She looked down at the heroine with a crazed smile, squeezing her legs tighter around her bruises stomach. "Unless... maybe you were hoping something like this might happen~"

Starlight’s body jerked beneath Sophie hold, her initial thrashes an attempt to break free from the villainess’s grip. The closer her fingertips inched to the lip of her undergarment the more desperate they became. When she felt the evening arena air against her bare flesh when it was pulled away, she shuddered, about to speak up when she felt herself parted by Sophie’s fingertips. A teasing caress that grew enough heat to her cheeks to make her burn red.

“N-no…” Starlight managed to choke out, her voice a mixture of protest and need. The heroine’s breath hitched as Sophie’s finger pushed deeper, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. Her hands balled up into fists, banging the ringside mats, knuckles white as she tried to hold on to some semblance of control. But Sophie’s touch was relentless, pushing in deeper.

As Sophie’s finger curled inside her, pressing against sensitive spots, Starlight’s body arched involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to suppress it. Her legs, once kicking and struggling, now trembled, the muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that mirrored Sophie’s movements.

“W-wait… d-don’t…” Starlight’s plea was a whisper, a desperate plea for mercy that was laced with a soft need for more. Her eyes fluttered closed, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Each slide of Sophie’s finger sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her breathless and wanting. The heat of the moment, the feel of Sophie’s hot breath rolling over her was debilitating as she was fingered.

Her arms lay limp on the ground as they were released, seemingly unaware she had been freed. When Sophie’s legs coiled around her waist she didn't move to stop them, didn't seem to care even as she gasped as thighs squeezed her. She let out a soft whimper between her swallow breaths. As her sides pulsed with the tightening hold though, she stirred, trying to shift, to turn, to squirm, the only thing seemingly to hold her back from fighting harder was each pump and curl of Sophie’s fingers. Still, her efforts were starting to ramp in desperation as pain started to sober her up.

Sophie was reveling in the moment, a crazed expression on her face as her finger continued its villainous work. The heroine's body, once struggling, now moved in tandem with the Imp's prodding, seeming to ask for more despite Starlight's vocal protests. The villainess was conquering her opponent's body and, hearing how feeble those protests were as well as the moan that forced its way past her lips, it was likely that her mind would soon follow.

However Sophie was not some mastermind expertly picking apart her opponent the way some in the audience may have thought. She was a greedy, lustful little gremlin who was simply enjoying herself. In a way, she was trapped just as much as Starlight was, unable to pull herself away from the delicacy in front of her for even a moment.

The Imp dropped her head, laying her cheek against the heroine's trembling thighs. "You're so pretty, Starlight~" Sophie's villain persona began to slip somewhat as lust overcame her, her tongue sliding out between her lips and trailing along Starlight's smooth skin. "You could always come see me backstage and we could do this as much as you want~"

As the heroine's struggles became more pronounced, the Imp paid them no mind, too caught up in her own desires to notice or care. Her legs tightened around Starlight's midsection, wanting to hold her closer and feel her warmth. A second finger unfurled itself and joined the first, sliding it's way inside the rookie without issue. "It would be just us, so you wouldn't need to hold back. You could tell me every little thing you want me to do to you~"

Both fingers pushed in deep and split apart, spreading Starlight's folds open and letting the cool breeze of the arena rush inside her. The Imp was unintentionally keeping up the pressure, the minds of both competitors hazy. If Starlight managed to compose herself though, she may be able to turn things around against Sophie's unorthodox "attacks".

Starlight’s body trembled beneath Sophie, her mind a chaos of conflicting desires and emotions. The villainess’s touch was a relentless assault on her senses, each caress and tease sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her breathless and wanting more. She tried to push back, to break free from Sophie’s grip, but her struggles were weak, her body betraying her with each moan that escaped her lips. She had never been as frustrated yet contented in her lack of ability to fight back as each curl and pump of the Imp’s fingers made her wish to stay like this even more.

Sophie’s words, laced with lust and sincerity, echoed in Starlight’s mind, a tempting promise of more. The heroine’s cheeks flushed at the thought, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins. She knew she shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t yearn for Sophie’s touch, but her body ached for it, craving the pleasure that only the pinkette could seemingly provide. It made the offer enticing, taking every ounce of her being not to immediately agree in oust driven compliance.

Starlight’s breath hitched as Sophie’s fingers commanded her attention. She tried to focus, to push back against the pleasure, but each touch, each tease, sent her spiraling further into a haze of desire. Her body moved in tandem with Sophie’s touch, seeking more, craving the pleasure that threatened to consume her. She could feel the heat building in her core, the pressure coiling tight as Sophie’s assault continued, building to something bigger, something explosive… something exciting.

The heroine’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion, her thoughts a jumble of pleasure and guilt. She knew she should be fighting back, should be pushing Sophie away, but the pleasure was too intoxicating, too all-consuming. And as Sophie’s fingers curled inside her, pressing against sensitive spots, Starlight found herself arching into the touch, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

How could she fight this? Starlight let out a soft whimper, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her release. But Sophie’s touch is so insistent and unrelenting. She hadn't trained for this, hadn’t been prepared. She clamped her eyes shut and grit her teeth, mustering up everything she could to resist. Pump after pump she twitched and squirmed until she finally in one brief moment managed to focus her efforts to clap her legs closed around Sophie’s head, attempting to crush the smaller woman's skull like a watermelon between her thighs.