Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

[Arjuna]

Stomping on Angelina's belly a few times, Eirina was sure that those stomps would leave some bruises. Still, Angelina still had enough energy in her to be that cheeky, which irked Eirina quite a bit. Still, having decided to make her opponent pay for being such a cheeky brat, Eirina just replied, "Yeah, and I'm gonna eat you up." Bending down, Eirina would pull Angelina up, forcing her back up onto her feet.

Once Angelina was on her feet, Eirina would then drive her knee into her midsection again, targeting the spots that he had struck earlier. At this point, Eirina wasn't going to have any reservation in dealing with her opponent. And after driving her knee into Angelina's belly a few times, the Frau Doktor would grab her top, yanking it up to reveal her bare breasts for all to see.

[Monsy]

Let's hope LAW medical has complementary heating pads she could snatch and take home. Angelina was heaving on their mercy, eyes wide, babbling and blurting out all she could. One thing that never changed was the simple inability to shut up. She was taken by the hair, which stung like punching cacti, drawn up to her feet and gripping their wrist with both hands. “Sick.” Said with a forced laugh, only to be knee'd off her feet, doubling over as her tongue sprung out and she gasped. “GUGGH!” Angelina wheezed, breathing in, only to burble out a grunt with the next, and next. She didn’t have any wind to make much noise, so when down, she started coughing, then squealed when her top was pried up, leather be damned, and her perky chest spilled into open view, with its silk-skin, round and fullness, and a little pink nipple at attention.

She felt a cold wind, but was scorching in the face, “SHIT! WATCH THE LEATHER, YO!” Said with a gravel tone, still recouping from the tummy-tarnishing hits. She threw her fist wildly, simply aiming to give Eirina a small knock, somewhere around the ribs.

[Arjuna]

Driving her knee into Angelina's belly a few times, Eirina then yanked her top up, revealing her bare breasts for all to see. Grinning as she took a look at Angelina's bared breasts, she then saw Angelina trying to hit her with her fist. She grunted when Angelina struck her at her side, though the hit itself wasn't too damaging as she decided to retaliate with a vicious forearm smash to her opponent's face!

If successful, Eirina would then grab Angelina's body, one arm moving between her legs and the other over her shoulder. She would then heave her up before attempting to bring her down onto the mat with a body slam, hoping to inflict more damage on her. The Frau Doktor would need to soften her opponent up first before she could have her way with her.

[Monsy]

The forearm was like knocking a pinball inside her head. She looked dazed, confused, blinking as her upper-half teetered back, and she retreated a step, “GH!!” Angelina was a mere test dummy for what came next. Her thin arm pulled in-between her legs, another over the shoulder, all while trying to make up from down and left to right. Thankfully, the Frau Doktor knew just the right painful medicine. Her body flew up, and crashed. Her body made a sick clap with the mat, and she cried out, putting an arch in her as an arm folded across her back. She whimpered and moaned, kicked the canvas, then tried to turn on her side, giving the frontrow a lovely dose of fan service as her face scrunched up.

[Arjuna]

Bringing Angelina's body down with a body slam, Eirina stood over her body for a moment before she brought her foot onto her stomach, giving her a brutal stomp right at her abs. Then she would repeat it a few times, looking to leave some bruises on her belly. Her actions at the moment were vindictive and rather unforgiving, after everything that she had gone through earlier.

After displaying such brutality, Eirina stopped and bent down to grab Angelina by her head, grabbing her by her hair. She would forcefully pull her up, cupping the other woman's chin and forcing her to look into her eyes. "Got anything else to say?" Eirina asked calmly before she drove her fist into Angelina's belly, targeting the spot that she had stomped earlier.

[Monsy]

That slam erased all need for a chiropractor. Nah. Get her a massage. All the little nerve nibbling and pain numbness. Might as well punch all the air out of her, right then and there -- leave her dry in the desert, open-mouthed for hours and that’s how empty she felt. Speaking of which -- “AUGGH!!” Angelina’s gut was pushed further into her, well, gut. “AUFF!! AAA--!! EE!! AAGGH!!” Searing. Doktor can leave an imprint with that force. Leave it red. More soft tum than abs. There was no worse day to be lackin’ that middleweight armour. God she felt that everywhere. It sang into her ribs and spine. She was feeling swollen like eating something awful. Her lungs fluttered and hurt, eyes having done into bloodshot baseballs, mouth into a twisted, open spit-pit that was flinging with each wretch from the depths of her throat. Arms and legs together, spasmed, jolting with electricity before nesting back down.

Up she went. Knees together. Thighs against their own, shaking. Arms over her gut, hugging what was bruising from red to a purple dot. Her jaw had slack in it, eyes hazy. She whimpered. Collect yourself, ya fuckin’ loser.

“Matter of fact, I--” THUNK. Like having a concussion in your gut. It shook. Angelina was taken off her feet, just a tad in a hop before landing. “DIDDDDD!!!” Her breath belted, emptied, and was croaking her voice by the end. Angelina ended up folding over that fist, hung by her long swaying hair, supported by the fist. She ended up winding tight in the neck. Her heartbeat was thundering. She was dizzy and her stance was on twigs and mud. Let her go and she’d likely collapse onto her knees. “...... Nngh… -- not…”

[Arjuna]

Eirina couldn't help but smirk after driving her fist into Angelina's belly that she had brutalized earlier. Now, all she needed to do was to have her way with her, and make her cum so that she could win this match. In order to do that, Eirina would make sure that Angelina was on her back so that she could start pulling her bottoms off of her. Well, there were still her fishnet leggings, but there was nothing a good clothing damage couldn't fix. So, she would pull Angelina's bottoms off of her, leaving only her fishnet leggings on.

"I hope these aren't too expensive, 'cause I'm gonna rip 'em off..." Eirina said before she ripped the leggings around her crotch part. "On second thought. I hope these are expensive, because fuck you." She would make a huge tear on the fishnet around the crotch area, exposing her sex for her to target on. Once she was done, Eirina would then roll her lower body up, preparing herself to fuck her brain out. "I want you to watch, girl. Hope you see it real close. Don't submit immediately. I wanna hear you scream..."

[Monsy]

Angelina didn’t just lay on the canvas, but spilled in this spread-eagle heap with her bruising tummy face-up with a small layer of sweat. Her eyes slipped to the rim of her eyelids, and she heaved, in and out like a horse-powered chimney. “The fuck…” She groaned between breaths, pulled bare of her bottoms, over the fishnets, stockings and boots. Her sex caught a draft, with her knees lifting up then softly kicking out as she felt somewhere between hungover and shitfaced punch drunk.

That rip brought a flinch, with her legs nearly coming together until Eirina rolled up her back like you would a clean blanket. Her spine had a natural curl. She’s a feather-weight, with her knees accommodating a grip, sending a shiver, and her grunge boots now pointed at the ceiling while she can only stir, moan in fettered protest as her pink sex, exposed, glimmering for the cameras now became the focus for many, matched only by Eirina’s stare which the Marauder met, then went pale.

“… t-the fuck ya got, slut? I ain’t makin a peep.”

[Arjuna]

Having folded Angelina's body up, Eirina narrowed her eyes as she heard Angelina's cheeky words. "If I were you, I wouldn't say that to me..." Eirina told her opponent bluntly. "I don't expect any apology from you since we're already way past that. Right now, I want to fuck you up so bad you're gonna end up getting yourself an IV drip." Her smile turned feral. "Better make this count, brat. Try to make some good squeals while you're at it."

Without warning, Eirina would thrust two of her fingers into Angelina's exposed pussy, finger-fucking her without mercy. She would make sure that Angelina would see the whole thing, watching her own pussy violated in such a way. There was no gentleness in the fingering. It was the very definition of hate-fuck.

[Monsy]

A total matchbook.
Spine curled, her boots now keeled over towards her horns. She found her chin kissing into her collarbone. Those dizzy eyes peered at her naked sex, at Eirina’s feral smile. Her throat turned sour. Caught on something. She opens her mouth. Yet she’s taken back. Just what did she get herself into?

“I-I--”

And went in, sudden and rough. They stuff her full -- to the brim, spreading her walls which hugged Eirina’s digits in a succulent warm-wet hug. Yet what usually feels like a thrilling rush to beckon a pleased sigh, cooling off her tension, easing into the tongue, finger or member -- becomes this violent explosion that makes her squeal in the moment. She bit onto her index, twisted to try and turn over on her shoulder, but is always brought back to the gut-stirring finger-fuck. It hurt. At first. Everywhere from the legs to her core tensed so tight it was almost in constant spasm. But as time turned, Angelina’s sex grew wet, then wetter. Those two digits were given a shine of her dripping arousal.

“F-FUUCK!! H-HEY! W-WAI-WAIT! SL-SLOW!!” She felt hot, head to toe. Her head throws back. The glassiness in her face wrote a new sense of fear. Yet she was burning red in the face. Her heart took to punching against her ribcage. Her legs, hips were twitching and offering token kicks. Inside, those toes curled.

She started gnashing her teeth and shaking her head, growling one moment, whimpering the next, looking all around, gasping and panicking. Honestly, she hardly even noticed herself begin to drool at the corner. Sensations raged so malevolent that she was stammering in her thoughts, “P-PLEASE!”