Natasha Loclear vs Sister Lucia

[lyannapelon]

Once more the crowd came alive as Natasha both escaped the clutches of the fake nun and exposed her breasts with a single maneuver, giving her just enough time to take a deep breath and calm herself before Lucia got back onto her feet. Yet again Lucia would fix her attire before doing anything else, just as Natasha had figured she would, but that brief moment of exposure was enough for the cameras to get a good enough shot to then throw up onto the screens around the arena.

She didn't say anything this time, though Natasha would point back at the main display over the entrance ramp once Lucia's gaze was back on her, flashing her a teasing grin which would undoubtedly speak volumes to the blonde. While still on her knees Natasha was far from helpless, waiting for the nun to retaliate and when she did the Frenchwoman would spring her own trap.

Act too soon or too late and her counter attack would end in failure, but Natasha was here in the finals for more than her good looks and she would show it in that moment as she wrapped her arms around the incoming leg to drag the knee down towards her chest. At the same time she would sharply twist her body to the left and try to bring Lucia slamming down onto her front where Natasha could then grip one of Lucia's ankles between her feet while grabbing the other with her hands, setting the woman up for a forced leg split!

[BlackAkuma]

More than anything, Sister Lucia was coming to despise that look on Natasha’s face. So calm. So confident. So unearned. She would take no small amount of satisfaction from bringing down this whore, dared to stand between her and her righteous prize, and she would’ve taken no small amount of joy from smashing her face in with the viscous knee.

Luck seemed to be on her foe’s side this time, however, as the woman caught her leg at the last moment and brought her down to the canvas, where her serpentine form went to work. Sister Lucia struggled, fought, but there was no escaping her clutches. She gripped on tight, with her ankles and spread her out, forcing her into a brutal split, pushing her flexibility to the limits.

Sister Lucia shrieked and squirmed in the hold, desperate to get free, twisting left and right and left again. She made a hard pull for the edge of the ring, trying to drag them out under the ropes and onto the floor.

[lyannapelon]

Performing a full split was something one had to gradually work their way up to and even then it was not a pain free endeavor, which was what made the forced split submission particularly effective. This opportunity had come at the cost of a weaponized headbutt from Lucia and her metal cross so Natasha had to make the most of this, fighting to keep her foe locked down tight even as Lucia squirmed against her bonds, leaving the pair at a stalemate albeit one in Nat's favor.

"Consider this...payment for the cross!" She half shouted while resisting another hard twisting movement from the nun that left her head aching as she smacked it against the ring, and yet she did not relent. In all the struggling however Natasha hadn't noticed Lucia was dragging them inch by inch towards the edge of the ring. It wasn't until she glanced sideways and saw the ropes nearly within the reach of Lucia that Natasha realized her predicament, forcing her to escalate her hold before it was broken by the ropes.

Natasha would press her chest against the exposed crotch of the fake nun, taking full advantage of the forced split to grind her breasts over her foe's covered sex, adding a splash of lust to the pain of the submission. She was betting on Lucia losing focus as she couldn't stop her from dragging them.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia would be lying if she said that there was not a part of her - an intense, burning part - that longed to be away from this woman, to be free of her wiles, to not be infected by her witchy ways. This was the harlot’s territory, after all, and what could a pure soul such as hers ever do against such foul inclinations?

But she held her faith, even as that sinful touch drove her wild, even as Natasha clung tightly and continued to vex with her vile touch. She just a little further, and…

…and…

Sister Lucia’s eyes widened as she felt a strange, foreign sensation between her legs, one that was accompanied by the crowd’s raucous cheers. Something soft and pleasing was rubbing against her nethers, and when she looked down she saw the source - Natasha’s plump breast, driving against her most intimate spot. The sensation was undeniable and undeniably dangerous. Sister Lucia could already feel the electricity running through, her the undeniable thrill surging into her loins.

Escape. She had to escape. Desperate, she reached out, gripped the ropes and pulled them both under them and out of the ring with all the strength she could muster, sending them both tumbling to the floor below.

[lyannapelon]

"You should feel privileged, there isn't a soul in this arena who wouldn't want this treatment from me~" Natasha chimed in when she saw the fake nun glance down to see what exactly Natasha was up to, rolling her shoulders to give Lucia's sex a little smack with her heavy breast. Sound could be just as powerful as touch, the soft thwaps of soft tit flesh smacking against the woman's crotch surely adding to the lust the nun had to be feeling. Everything the Frenchwoman did had a purpose in the ring and she was determined to trap Lucia in a world of lust!

And then they tumbled over the edge of the ring and down onto the floor below, Natasha having to choose in that moment whether to make a grab for the ropes or to hang onto Lucia for dear life. She held on, keeping those legs spread wide even as they fell which made for an awkward landing for them both as Natasha landed on top of the nun before bouncing right off of her as she couldn't maintain her grip in the impact.

It would take Natasha a good moment, groaning as her entire body felt shaken apart from the tumble out of the ring, to roll back towards Lucia. Reaching out for whatever part of the fake nun was closest to her, Natasha wanting to catch her in a kiss and good breast grinding.

[BlackAkuma]

While Sister Lucia didn’t doubt the veracity of Natasha’s boast, it wasn’t the ‘flex’ she thought it was, at least not in the nun’s eyes. Yes, surely, there was no shortage of people in this arena who would love to be in her place, but then there was no shortage of flies drawn to carrion, no shortage of rats around a dumpster. That they would flock to such an opportunity spoke volumes to their depravity.

She had little time to inform Natasha of her opinion, however, as her gambit proved fruitful. The two of them tumbled out of the ring and crashed to the floor below, giving Sister Lucia the space and breathing room she desperately needed. While it was far from a pleasant sensation, she was free, and she wasn’t about to give that up easily.

Natasha seemed to realize her advantage was slipping, and sought to reclaim it again, moving towards her with hungry eyes and grasping hands, going for her legs. Sensing ruin, Sister Lucia jerked forward and swung her elbow at the woman’s face, hoping the blow would stun her for a moment and put her lustful notions to rest.

[lyannapelon]

This was not the match Natasha had hoped to have in the finals of the H1 Climax tournament and try as she might to push it back towards a contest of sexuality as well as physicality Lucia had managed to stop her every time. Her eyes went wide as this time the nun stopped her advance with a swift elbow aimed at her face, a strike Natasha could only help to avoid as her hands were too far forward to block it. "Ugh!" Her head ducked off to the side but too late to avoid it entirely, Lucia's elbow grazing her cheek with enough contact that Natasha's head snapped backwards.

Natasha would bring one arm up and back to guard against any other blows to her lovely face while the other made a grab for the fake nun's top once again, trying to hook her fingers beneath it in a secure grip. "What a boring show you put on." Spoken out of both frustration and disappointment, Natasha's words were as insulting as she cared to be. If Lucia wasn't going to make this more interesting then she just had to force it, Natasha bringing her free hand up to grapple with the nun and attempt to drag her up onto her feet along with Natasha herself, tugging on that top all the while in a bid to tear it clean off!

[BlackAkuma]

Natasha wasn’t the only one growing frustrated with Sister Lucia. The crowd was reaching their limit as well, and it wasn’t just because of her antics tonight. She had been at thorn in their side since the tournament started, cursing them at every turn and threatening to destroy their precious hentai wrestling. Now, the only thing standing between her and her goal was the blue-haired vixen, and they had no qualms with letting their displeasure be known.

Let them boo. Their boos meant nothing to Sister Lucia. After all, she knew what made them cheer.

She hissed as she made her way up, hearing Natasha’s words of derision, as if her opinion was worth a single thing. ”Trollop, I could not conceivably care less what you-”

Her words were cut off as Natasha suddenly reached forward and seized her by the chest, hauling her upwards with a tight grip. The sensation would’ve been mortifying enough, but then she felt her outfit coming undone, the rush of air against her chest, and-

Sister Lucia let out a shrill shriek as her breasts were exposed to the world, hanging out for all these heathens to see. Panicking, she tried to cover up and slip through the ropes again, desperate to find some cover, some way to keep her modesty.

[lyannapelon]

There was certainly some part of Natasha that wasn't okay with what she had just done, the panicked shriek that came from Lucia only adding to the guilt she now felt for exposing her for all to see. On the other hand this was their job, to put on a show that was the perfect combination of physicality and sexuality, and no matter how far above all of this the nun thought she was this was what hentai wrestling was. Going topless was one of the tamest acts within the division and while it felt wrong to force it on the fake nun she couldn't let her win either. Not when the woman's stated goals was to ruin hentai wrestling for everyone.

"Trollop huh?" Natasha might have felt a bit bad but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to win, especially if that meant a hentai wrestler actually won the hentai title. As Lucia slid into the ring Natasha made a grab for the woman's hips, hooking her fingers underneath the various straps that made up the lower half of her outfit. She aimed to block Lucia from getting more than halfway inside the ring and so long as she managed it Natasha would reel her in like a fish and bury her face between the blonde's thighs, licking at her covered crotch while her hands would work to tug aside what little fabric protected Lucia's sex from Natasha's tongue!

[BlackAkuma]

”No no no no no no no nono no no no-"

Sister Lucia was, to put it mildly, a tad distressed. While she had been prepared for all sorts of debauchery in this, the most sordid of matches, she intended to heap that humiliation onto Natasha, for her to be the bearer of such wanton inequities.

She needed to get away, needed to create some space, and she was on the cusp of doing that when she felt Natasha’s claws digging into her legs, pulling her back in by the hips. That would’ve been distressing enough, but then the woman dared to bring her face to Sister Lucia’s crotch, and from there, she began to work her heinous mouth magic.

A long, lewd moan escaped from Sister Lucia’s lips as the pleasure ran wild through her, and she found herself losing control once more. This time, however, she was too busy holding her breasts at bay to do much in the way of offense…