Power vs Technique - Hathor vs Bella

[Kookio]

Bella could barely take it, each thrust into her sending waves of pleasure that the girl was completely unfamiliar with l, her body swaying from the force of him thrusting into her which caused her to hang onto him to keep the girl from involuntarily moving too much.

Thankfully since Ivan had the newbie suck on his shaft earlier, moving it in and out wouldn't be that difficult because of how lubed up it was. Though he could feel how tight she was as her pussy greedily held his cock inside of her, making it difficult to fully take it out.

"Haah... mmh... Ahn..! I-I can't..! I-Its driving my crazy..!"

[MR. Q]

The slick friction and her innermost depths gripping him so fiercely drove Ivan wild with primal lust. Her impassioned cries and desperate pleas only spurred him on, urging him to fuck her harder and faster. The way she hung onto him for dear life as he plundered her, the wanton expression on her face – it was intoxicating.

"Shit, you feel incredible," Ivan panted, his balls slapping lewdly against her ass with each brutal thrust. "So tight and wet. Like you were made for my cock."

Releasing her wrists, Ivan grasped her thighs, hoisting them up to rest on his shoulders. This new angle allowed him to delve even deeper, his thick girth tearing through her untouched reserves with each merciless stroke. Her cervix repeatedly bumped against his pelvis as he pistoned in and out, pushing her towards a shattering climax.

"You ready for your first creampie?"

[Kookio]

As Ivan gripped onto her thighs and increased his thrusting speed, Bella would also increase in moaning frequency, her eyes closing as she was getting lost in pleasure and ecstasy, clearly close to her climax while shaking her head at his comments and questions. But it was mainly off of instinct as her body betrayed everything she said and every gesture she made until the very end where she would once again let out a scream of pleasure, her body freezing up upon his thick cock while she threw her head back.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!"

Her body would stay frozen for a few moments aside from spasming here and there while her lust squirted from her womanhood onto Ivan and on the ring floor until her body would go limp similarly to before.

[MR. Q]

Observing the helpless contortion of Bella's body as another orgasm crashed through her, Ivan grunted with satisfaction, his movements faltering slightly as the warmth of her climax coated his thrusting cock. The sheer velocity of his strokes slowed to a more deliberate, measured pace, each powerful thrust designed to wring out every last tremor of pleasure from the spent novice.

"Fucking hell... Look at that. Another explosion right on command," Ivan panted, marveling at her total submission. He released Bella's quaking thighs, settling instead for gripping her hips firmly, guiding himself with precision as he continued to drive into her limp form.

Pursing his lips in concentration, Ivan focused on his own impending climax. The snug heat of Bella's cunt enveloping him seemed tailor-made to trigger his orgasm. With one final, crushing thrust, Ivan buried himself as deep as physically possible within Bella's ravaged channel.

"Hahhh! Take it all, you greedy little slut!"

Watching the scene unfold with a knowing smirk, Hathor crossed her arms under her ample bust, her grey eyes gleaming with approval. The novice's complete surrender to Ivan's dominant advances was a sight to behold - a testament to the raw power of male sexuality when unleashed upon an unsuspecting, inexperienced target.

As Ivan's climax approached, Hathor stepped closer, her presence a silent encouragement for the man to claim his prize. She could practically taste the anticipation building within him, the primal urge to mark this woman as his own.

When Ivan finally surrendered to his orgasm, Hathor felt a thrill of excitement course through her. She'd orchestrated this entire encounter, manipulating events to bring these two together in a frenzy of passion and desire. And now, as Ivan filled Bella with his seed, Hathor savored the knowledge that she held the reins, puppeteering their twisted game of pleasure and control.

And it feels good.

[Kookio]

Bella was panting, resting the back of her hand over her face as her womanhood greedily ate up whatever cum it could. But despite her body's efforts, some of Ivan's liquid lust dripping from her womb onto the floor. At the moment, she barely even noticed that Hathor walked up next to the two of them since her mind was a little busy recovering.

Though a few seconds later, she would pull herself off of Ivan and would start pulling herself up, shaking her head. She seemed somewhat recovered but she was still panting a little from the effects of being fucked so thoroughly.

"O...Okay... Y-You got one point. I-I can keep going!"

She would tell the two of them while shaking the fuzz away from her head and mentally preparing herself.

[MR. Q]

Rising to her feet, Hathor arched an eyebrow at Bella's determination, impressed by the novice's resilience. Despite the thorough ravaging Ivan had inflicted upon her, Bella still managed to muster a defiant spirit.

"Aww, look at that," Hathor purred, stepping closer to examine Bella's flushed, well-used form. "The little cockslut thinks she can take more." She reached out, tracing a fingertip along the glistening trail of cum oozing from Bella's twitching pussy.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" Hathor's gaze flickered to Ivan, her eyes darkening with lustful intent. "Perhaps it's time we showed her what a real sex fight looks like."

Hathor: 1
Bella: 0

The bell rings once more to start the second round.

[Kookio]

Bella was still recovering when Hathor started talking, hand on knees and hunched over, her head looking up a bit more when Hathor's index finger traced along her oozing womanhood while she herself winced a little and smacked her hand away from the sensitive spot. She wouldn't allow Hathor to get some kind of early advantage.

"I'm not going to let you... Get an early lead on me!"

She said that, yet she had a bad feeling that she was most likely going to lose. Her opponent was far more experienced at sexfighting than she was and Belle had already been fucked twice which drained her stamina. Still, she had a fire in her belly to try and do her best against an opponent who was far better than she was.

When the bell rang, the pinkette would burst forwards into a sprint, immediately attempting to go for a strong clothesline to start the match off. Though exhaustion made her a little bit slower than her usual top speed.

[MR. Q]

Sensing Bella's desperation, Hathor smiled coldly, her plan unfolding perfectly. As the novice charged forward with a reckless clothesline attempt, Hathor waited patiently, her frame coiled like a spring.

At the precise moment Bella swung her arm, Hathor sprang into action, darting forward to duck underneath her swing. With a swift, fluid motion, she wrapped her arms around Bella's torso, pulling the woman into a tight embrace as she passed by.

By then, Hathor had already caught her captive, pinning Bella's back against her chest as she held the novice in a vice-like grip.

"You should've known better than to underestimate me, sweetie," Hathor panted into Bella's ear, her hot breath sending shivers down the novice's spine. "Now, let's see just how much Ivan deposited inside of you..." She said as she reaches down to Bella's abused womanhood and spreading them wide with two fingers.

[Kookio]

And predictably, it didn't take long for Bella's attempt at being defiant towards Hathkr to get thrown back in her face as her opponent expertly weaved around her clothesline attempt and brought the heavyweight down onto her stomach with a grunt of pain. Just as she would attempt to get back up, Hathor would leap onto her back.

"N-No! D-don't touch the- nngh!"

Bella yelped as her opponent spread the Pinkette's lips out in front of both the audience and for Ivan to watch as the white liquid lust that was still contained within her womanhood drained out of her body.

[MR. Q]

As the crowd gasped at the obscene display of Bella's exposed, cum-laden pussy, Hathor couldn't help but revel in her dominance. Her fingers pressed harder against the novice's folds, milking them for every drop of Ivan's essence.

"Aww, what a mess you are," Hathor taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like someone's already leaking like a sieve." She continued to grind Bella's clit, coaxing another trickle of creamy fluid to dribble out from between her lips.

With her free hand, Hathor would grab Bella's top and strip it off. Leaving the girl on her panties only.

Hathor knew exactly what buttons to push, exploiting Bella's vulnerabilities with perverted glee.