L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Yuna was down on her back, and soon enough, Amandine came falling forward, her body landing against Yuna's own. The brunette found herself sandwiched between the mat and her opponent's firm and muscled frame, and with her body fatigued from the motions she had put it through in her efforts to fight back, her will to resist was failing her. She twisted and turned, panting and groaning, to try and shift Amandine even by a hair's breadth, fighting to claim the space she needed to breathe. Her hips twisted from side to side, but Amandine's rocked against hers, driving their groins even closer against one another as skin dragged against sweat-slick skin. Yuna's breaths became slower and more shallow as Amandine's breasts squished hers flat, compressing her ribs. And all that was before the Frenchwoman took hold of her wrists and locked her legs around hers, anchoring her in position.

The sweat that trickled along Yuna's brow was born as much from anxiety as it was from the heat and fatigue that gripped her body. The words out of Amandine's mouth reached her ears like a husky and sensual whisper, the kind that sent a tingle down her spine. But with that rush came the knowledge that Yuna was outmatched. Amandine had said as much - the Japanese woman was trying her best to fight back, but it just wasn't enough.

Amandine's body ground closer against Yuna's, rubbing every inch of them together. Her abs rippled against Yuna's softer form, while Yuna's hips rose and fell, rocked along by the motions of the blonde's body swaying back and forth. With each time she rose and fell, the pressure was taken off Yuna's diaphragm just enough for her to draw air back into her lungs, only for it to be squashed out of her a moment later, where it escaped as a moan. Yuna's face was growing red not just from the heat and the exhaustion, or even from the embarrassment of admitting defeat this way - but she couldn't deny what she was feeling. Amandine's body felt good against her own, and each brush and rub was causing her to flare up with pleasure. Her pants grew hoarser, and her body tenser. She had nowhere to go; she could only lay here and be steamrolled against Amandine's physique! And against it, her will was giving in!

As it went on, and Yuna's heart beat faster and faster, her hands began to twitch, coiling and uncoiling at her sides in tune with Amandine's motions. The breaths that came whenever she could get them in were growing rapid, and her bikini bottom was growing damp the more her legs quivered. Each thrust of Amandine's hips was more vigorous and more pleasing than the last - and eventually, Yuna realized she could fight it back no longer.

With one more grind, her back arched up as much as it could with Amandine weighing her down, and she let out a scream, her voice stifled under her own breathlessness. Her body erupted in shudders as the sensation wracked her, her head tossing from side to side. And, eventually, Yuna settled down, her head and her limbs falling limp against the mat. Her head rolled to the side, her tongue lolling out as she gasped and panted. This was it, Yuna knew. Any chance of fighting back she had was long since gone.

"I give...I submit..." she said at last, her raspy voice barely audible beneath the gasps she took for air. She had to concede this battle - there was simply nothing left in her.

"That's a good girl." Amandine purred, her body feeling as if it vibrated fast enough to make both their hearts skip. Exhaustion was setting upon her features but it was not strength that would be needed to keep Amandine dominated. There was no more fight in those melted, buttery curves and certainly not in Yuna's playdough-molded muscles trapped against her strong tummy. Only a comfortable warmth she could indulge in, slacking the tension of her abs and letting her curves move in to smooth and lovingly massage on Yuna's now tamed tummy.

Her breasts in the meantime mashed back and forth like breadrollers, enjoying the sheer voluptuous mass now reduced to a very comfortable rubbing post. With her head so close to Yuna, it almost looked as if she was rubbing it in. That wasn't wrong to an extent; to the victor went the spoils. Yet it was clear she wasn't doing it out purely out of some malicious arrogance. She had thoroughly enjoyed every minute they had spent pressed against one another with every second more being its own justification.

Even with the ringing of the bell, she wasn't getting off of her well flattened opponent yet. If anything, it was starting to look even less like a match and more like something far more intimate. Amandine's tongue was busy sliding over the deflated Yuna's features, lapping up sweat and lining her features with long lines of saliva. Soon it was down her neck, chin, forehead, ears and not just licking. Nibbles, nips, and nuzzles were added as she began to claim wherever she could. It's not like Amandine could escape; the slightest struggle was responded to by a tensing of muscles with the expansion of Amandine's abs more than capable of wringing any ounce of remaining defiance from her body.

When Amandine finally slid her sweaty, sore body off of her she didn't say separated from Yuna for long. She would grab her by the wrist, attempting to hoist her into her arms. Oh this night wasn't done just yet. Poor Yuna was too cute to leave laying helpless and deflated; she'd probably need some help getting cleaned off in the shower.

"I suppose you'll need some help being made clean and presentable hm?" She giggled, moving out of the ring as she winked at her freshly flattened opponent.

Yuna was defeated. She'd fought long and hard, but even as padded and as bulky as her body was, it couldn't stand up against the unstoppable juggernaut that was Amandine Mayeaux. Every move Yuna made to try and fight back came at the cost of her own dwindling stamina, and with the blonde laying atop her, her muscles rippling and rolling and pressing more breath out of Yuna with each time she leaned in, she was being steadily ground into the mat. Soon, even lifting a finger seemed onerous, and there was nothing left to fight back with.

But just as the fatigue set in came the pleasant tingly sensations that surged through Yuna's body as they ground ever closer, their hips caressing and their groins touching ever so slightly, yet still firmly enough for Yuna to feel it. She was getting warmer and warmer, and her motions came to resemble those of a willing and receptive partner more than they did an opponent fighting with all she had, as she moved in tune with Amandine, leaning in to meet her touch. And, at last, that built to a point where Yuna could no longer hold it in, letting out the tension that had built up inside her with a loud moan - and, afterward, she fell onto her back, spent of all her strength.

But Amandine wasn't done, either. Even after Yuna had voiced her submission and the bell had rung, she stayed on top of her foe, basking in the moment with each push, twist, and grind she made! Each time their bodies met, Yuna's head jerked up off the canvas, and another gasp left her throat, her voice growing higher and higher each time. Her fingers curled tighter, as did her toes; soon her hips were bucking just as hard. Even exhausted as she was, Yuna could hardly hold back her urges, and she rocked back and forth as Amandine's lips and tongue traced down her side. It wasn't long before she let out another loud moan with another firm push into her opponent's body, her thighs squeezing together out of reflex before she sunk onto her back once again.

When Amandine at last got off, Yuna's head wilted limply to the ground, her hair spread out in curls all around her. Her eyes were glazed over, and her face was red and dripping with sweat. Her chest rose and fell with every gasp of air she took in, and when she looked back up at the Frenchwoman, she could only move her eyes. But a smile crossed her face nonetheless, and she raised one thumb from a loosely coiled fist. Amandine had been more than a match for her, and she had shown her everything she wanted out of an opponent and more. This was an encounter she wouldn't forget any time soon.

"Good...work..." Yuna gasped, letting Amandine hoist her from the ground and dropping into her arms. The blonde would find her even heavier from exhaustion, yet her grip held firm all the same. "A shower sounds...lovely, if you don't mind..." For now, Yuna would let herself be put into the hands of another woman. Amandine had earned it - and Yuna herself was intrigued.