"Highs and Lows" - Naya Kazashi vs Angelina Tarrant - Hentai Submission Match

[BuckleBuster]

Naya paid little heed to the rambunctious crowd or peering referee as she soaked in every moment with her now seemingly conquered opponent. The impatient hollers to get back to the fight were lost in the haze of intimacy the two fighters now shared, as Naya graciously allowed her opponent all the time she needed to absorb the effects of her own juices shoved lovingly in her mouth. The young surfer giggled as Angelina slurped up the liquids greedily, taking in Naya’s gift without hesitation. Seeing her wild, spontaneous opponent subdued and cooing beneath her ignited a fire within Naya, one that reinforced her abilities and compelled her to share a greater degree of affection with her foe.

“I figured you’d say that” Naya murmured as she lifted her head up, using her hands to lovingly comb through Angelina’s hair and bask in her tantalizing aura. Every part of her seemed to gleam with desire, none of which was less than the flurry of action Naya sensed was going on between Angelina’s lips. Her lips puckered then puffed, her cheek stretching out as if poked excitedly by the tongue from within, all of which Naya took as signs of the girl’s excitement. “Best not to keep each other waiting then” the young rookie said with a smile, before finally motioning her hands back into position.

She grabbed onto each of Angelina wrists with her hands, pinning them onto the mat far above her head. Her legs snaked down her opponent's body before interlocking themselves between Angelina’s legs, hooking around her ankles and spreading the limbs apart. Naya’s head loomed just above her opponent’s face, still staring down at her with her signature gentle smile. She tugged once more at Angelina limbs, making it clear that she could stretch the girl to painful limits at any moment she wished, but chose to keep the pressure at a commanding level as opposed to agonizing one for now

“So what’s it gonna be babe? Are you gonna stay put while I fuck you all over again, or is there a little fight that I gotta stretch outta ya first?” Naya teased, bending down closer to Angelina as she delivered her ultimatum.

[Monsy]

Seems like neither were much of a people pleaser.
Angelina had nothing to worry about except the woman who mounted her. They had such loving mercy by letting her body climb down from its climax. Not much would stop them from continuing. Her legs to her hips felt super fuzzy and tingly when they moved. It was like they were being weighed down by the air.

The comb was something she didn’t expect. Warm and free like some form of caramel touch. She closed her eyes at first, expecting some form of claw or aggression. When nothing came, an eye peeked and she scoffed, “What yah treatin’ me like a baby for?” She asked, softly, though with a layer of judgement as she squinted. It made her want to scratch their sides, just to restore the tension and feel some form of anger from them. Then again, she almost relished how fun this was without any rage.

So she did nothing. Not like she possessed much energy for anything. Her hands sandbagged when her wrists were grabbed, pinned until her elbow was narrow and her arms became lithe pencils. Not much muscle there… Her legs opened just as easy. They trembled at the slightest touch, almost like they tried to resist at first, but soon relaxed into its captivity. The kiss of their skin was exhausting in all the right ways. And the crowd could cheer as the mess between her thighs and on her thighs was now wide-open for all to see. The glisten of juices as the lights cast upon the ring.

She kept calm, looking up to them as they loomed. There wasn’t any hope of escaping this, so she didn’t even try. This was her new prison, and it was a definite fantasy she’d long for twice.

Her head tilted, “Mm… I think,” She hummed, “In like, say, by the time this hour is done, I am going to get free, and I am going to kick the hell out of you. Then, I am going to use the hands you’re holding.” Her fingers wagged, “And this mouth .” Her tongue stuck out, “And work you over so much, the crowd won’t even remember my orgasm. Then I’ll take your hairbow as a trophy. And you’ll go home, sad but satisfied, and have a hard time lookin’ in the mirror from all that shame. Come tomorrow, one week at most, you’ll be calling my phone, asking if I can do you again. That’s how it’s gonna be, babe.” As the cherry on top, she winked.

[BuckleBuster]

Naya's expression hardened slightly into an amused sneer as her witty opponent spoke. It was true that she was showing a greater degree of affection towards Angelina than she usually did with other opponents. but tussling with a girl as spunky and hard-headed as she was had brought out greater degrees of curiosity in Naya than normal. Yes she was here to wrestle and ultimately fuck this red-head, but why not explore her in the process?

Her eyebrows perked up as Angelina continued with the rest of her intentions, listing of all the ways that she would overcome her not so favorable position. The outburst had caused Naya to giggle, before eventually breaking out into an all-out laugh. "Ohh Angelina. Still defiant as ever I see. I'll take that as the latter option then. Oh well, back to business!"

Muscles that were once enamored by pleasure slowly returned to pure adrenaline as Naya prepared herself to grapple with the girl once more. She still had a commanding grip over the girl's limbs, and decided now was the time to use it fully. She started first with her legs, using her interlocked feet to open Angelina's legs as far and wide as they would go. Her opponent's inner thighs glistened in the arena spotlights, her drenched panties now fully on display for all to veer at.

Next came Angelina's arms, which Naya then tugged as far up above the girl's head as they would go. She could feel as the girl's muscles tense beneath her, the tensile strength of her ligaments and joints put to the test as they were stretched to their very limits. The last piece of the puzzle lay in Naya's chest which swung idly above Angelina's face. With a gleaming wink towards her suffering opponent, Naya slowly began to descend towards her before smothering the girl's vulnerable face with her breasts, finally enveloping her body with her own in it's entirety. With Naya's weight bearing overtop her, there was nowhere left for the redhead to go!

[Monsy]

They weren’t daunted? That was… Almost scary.
Being laughed at was just the icing on that. Her intentions were spilled, the conviction true like she believed every syllable. Still, that was amazing. She almost blushed, and her body felt warmed and aroused by this confidence when they doused her in giggles. They made such a great prize. A jewel who’s value just reached its zenith in the open marauder market. “Yep.”

Beyond that, she nodded and shrugged, right as they tugged on her limbs like a midieval torture rack. Her thighs opened up, the shame now presented for thousands. There wasn’t much struggle to bid, not much in the tank, even if she wanted. She bore it, just like her arms when they were pulled stiff, the shoulder sockets pinched, her knees, hamstrings and inner thighs replicated that pain. It was like a bad cold with just muscle aches and weakness. A gnawing sensation crept throughout and made her close an eye and growl, biting her tongue as the seconds started feeling like minutes.

She peered up again and saw her chest. Both eyes gaped into full circles. Her breath sucked in, a gasp let out, and she bit the corner of her lip to utter. “Oh, fuck me…” Said underneath her breath, just as it came down and swallowed her head. Her world turned black and hot. The material of her leotard smothered over her face’s creases and drenched her in cloaked skin. Her mouth laid open and gasped against it, turning her head left and right; and her arms struggled; her legs tried to close, both rattling as she combatted something she knew she couldn’t win. But why not try? Why not, if hopeless, do so for the sake of doing? Her body could be pushed to its brink. Rather, her stamina could bleed dry not long later, and her face turn scorching red as she struggled to breathe, and ached from the subtle embrassment, while relishing in the adrenaline this moment endeared. “Hnnggggh….gaaaa….”

[BuckleBuster]

Of all the girls who had suffered beneath her in this very move, Naya silently admitted that Angelina was by far the most enjoyable. Warmth radiated from her skin onto Naya's, hastened by the ever mounting intimacy brought on by the overwhelming pressure of the surfer's body atop hers. A small part of Naya wished that Angelina's previous attempts to rip off her leotard had worked, if only so that their present intimacy could be amplified in the nude.

She made sure to make up for the lack of complete contact by focusing on her breast smother for all it was worth. She grinding her entire body across her opponent's, raking her chest across Angelina's face to make sure every square inch of the marauder's facial features were forced to suffer beneath the magnificence of her breasts. The only thing that would have made this moment better was if her opponent didn't try to resist, but of course, this being a match, it was only natural Angelina attempt to regain her freedom.

"Don't even think about it sweetie. You're stuck in here for as long as I want ya" Naya teased, countering Angelina's attempts to close her legs by redoubling the pressure on the grapevine, once again stretching all four limbs in the opposite direction. She increased the pacing of her chest grinding, swiping both horizontal and vertical directions along Angelina's face until she had felt that her opponent had endured all that her covered breasts had to offer her.

As pleasurable as stretching out this poor girl had been, Naya knew that it wouldn't net her a fall, and so she slowly began releasing the pressure and allowing Angelina's limbs to relax slightly, while still remaining firmly beneath her grip. "There now, that wasn't so bad bad, was it?" Naya whispered in Angelina's ears before peering overtop of her. "But this might be" she said with a sly smile, hinting that she wasn't quite finished punishing the girl quite yet.

In one swift motion, Naya abandoned all notions of affection in favor of affliction, figuring that her opponent still harbored too much resistance to be thoroughly tamed one again. She released her grip on all four of Angelina's limbs before rolling off of her in one fluid tumble before coming to a rest on her knees and by her opponent's side. In harsh twist, she jammed one knee into her opponents abdomen while simultaneously pushing against her frame, hoping that the combined blow and shove would be enough to force the girl facedown on the mat.

If she was successful, she would quickly position herself by Angelina's legs before grabbing onto one of her legs by the ankle and waving to the crowd with her other hand. If she still faced no resistance from her down opponent, Naya would then drape Angelina's leg over her neck and secure it in place by positioning her other hand over her opponent's thigh. With the setup to her The Arc of the Wave complete, all Naya needed to do was crank down the pressure to complete her signature over-the-shoulder single leg Boston crab!

[Monsy]

All things considered, this was a blast.
Held down by a devilish girl with a sweet, sweet mask. She couldn’t be coddled any closer. Well, beyond their attires. Not that it mattered, for she found herself breast-deep in trouble. This malleable smothering wall, material that wiped up her face-sweat and swished it around. Angelina didn’t panic but fought with her limbs. For what it's worth, it made time run faster as she poured out all her breath for gasps, in exchange for pain bubbling in her chest, and her lungs itching like a rash. When pulled apart again, there was ill strength in her body to resist. Thighs and arms turned numb. Her struggling fists opened to splay, and her legs stopped shivering and allowed Naya to do her into the splits if she had to. The pain and shame were only temporary. She can take it.

There were moments of euphoria in what seemed like fleeting time. That rush inside, where she heard only her heartbeat. Felt only the heartbeat. Something like drifting downriver, face-up, floating, basking in the sun, only this was skin. It wasn’t drowning or frightening so much as peaceful. She began to wonder what she’d dream about in unconscious land. Then they peeled up, and Angelina sucked in a violent breath, her chest arched off the ground. She was cherry. Her eyes wide and flickering, and she coughed, but smiled all the same; her head swayed side to side, as though carried by an angel’s coo. “Ooooooh, you are so fuckin’ evil, you know that? Haahhh…. Hahhhh. Heeeeh-ho…. Shoulda…”

Her limbs slowly reeled towards her body when they released like a resetting spring. Her elbows dragged down, and her knees touched, closing the view to her drenched panties. The wetness melded between her thighs, and the realization made her feel warmer. She continued to gaze off into space, grumbling, “--- done that with yah… clothes… GUH!”

That knee stabbed her stomach. The minuscule layer of fat caused a ripple and Angelina turned onto her stomach, flopping like a wet corpse with her limbs landing in chaos. Thudding, real, visceral pain was what woke her up. Her barrings that she was inside a contest. The violence and unforgiving nature of it all. Opportunities like these are to be exploited. Angelina knew herself as prey. But no longer. "Heeeeey. Heads up." Said groggily.

Her motion was fluid and swift. Her shoulder popped off the mat and rolled over to turn herself backside in Naya’s grip, a knee rising in conjunction as she raised her side, and the sneaker aimed, blindly but true. Both her hands cloaked her eyes as the headrush dug its teeth into her brain, then she thrust with her raised shoe, crossing over her captured leg and trying to piston-punch the sole right into their jawline. Should it be successful, Angelina would be released with momentum, and continue to flop like a helpless fish that sprawled onto land, turning again onto her stomach.

[BuckleBuster]

The flurry of action must have been a blur in the eyes of the audience, but to Naya it was simply routine. To go from fighting, to fucking then back to fighting again, it was the perfect concoction of adrenaline and love hormones that made the young rookie feel alive, that made her devote her life to this form of combat. To see it transpire so smoothly, with groans and moans from her opponent signaling her success, filled Naya with a sense of pleasure far greater than any climax could achieve. And to think she had such a beautiful opponent to share it all with.

The girl's penchant for facetious remarks wasn't all that annoying either, if not a bit distracting, which Naya assumed was the point of it all. Still, her nose scrunched up as Angelina muttered those hated words once again, although this time doing it through a more strained tone. "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't like it when you call me that" Naya cooed, her tone much more playful than when Angelina had first called her evil.

She reinforced her grip around Angelina's leg, bracing herself to apply even greater pressure to punish the red-head for incessant verbal jabs. "ARGH!" Naya shrieked as a concentrated strike threw her seamless attack completely off balance. Her jaw twisted to an unnatural degree before being corrected with a painful thud on the mat, her grip now entirely lost due to the unsuspecting blow. Too caught up in her momentary bliss, Naya had completely failed to recognize that she had still left a limb in Angelina control, one that the woman had now used to effectively dislodge her attack.

A small whimper escaped her lips as she tried to crawl back to her opponent, determined not to let this temporary setback disrupt her momentum. A more serious expression adorned her face, her lust-filled hazed interrupted by the pain. "You never learn do you?" Naya panted through a strained small smile, each word causing her jaw to ache in even more agony.

She would reach out with her arm, grabbing onto the very same leg that had kicked her until she had a firm grip on the red-head's ankle. She slid herself into position on the canvas, wrapping her leg around the splayed out limb while moving Angelina's foot until it was tucked underneath her arm. She began to apply slow and steady pressure, stiffening the limb against her body in a straight heel hook."You can kick and quip all you want, but I'll just keep...coming...back!"

[Monsy]

Once again, the times wretch turbulence in her path and see to her failure. But this time. This time. She had the strength to combat it all. The daring to fight this woman tooth and nail, plus libido. Ankle locks were such a devilish hold. The pain was replicable to something she had felt only a few times before, and she hated everything about it. The kick was one of instinct. Pure release of the self. Struck upon their head and delivered a mat-kissing payload. Angelina’s limbs crashed like limp sandbags. Her lips curled inward and she winced, “H-Hah… Keep attackin’ my ankle, girl, n’ I’ll only have one foot to jam up ya fuckin’ ass.”

Angelina wasn’t about to be caught on the ground. That lesson has been learned, that adventure had been had, and her orgasm was spent. Now she was on borrowed time with her warming body. Even her own sweat started to feel good on her forehead and skin. She huffed, pressed down on the canvas and shuffled up to her hands and knees, sucking in deep to take some precious, deserved seconds. There was hesitance in putting weight on the ankle just after that hold. Maybe she can hobble and dance like a fuckin’ ballerina. Yeah right, guess it’s ground and pound time.

When she turned over to seat the canvas, they were already too close like an evil jumpscare. Did they really get around that fast?! The Marauder was turned white by this! “Oh-shit, h-hello there, w-whatcha doin?”

She looked down and spotted their gip. “Can we talk about this?” Angelina leaned forward to combat their grip, but her foot disappeared into their arm's coils, the little tug made her slide onto her back and the pain was immediate. She grabbed handfuls of her hair. She arched just a tad as the pain sunk in like a slow-stabbing knife. Her head shook, listening, then growling, “You’re just so fuckin’ tough, aren’t ya?! You’ll be cumming back, alright, back-to-back! Now lets see how you come back-” Angelina sat up and tried to use their insincere squeeze to grab onto one of Naya’s legs and try to unwind it like a python, using two hands on the ankle. She wanted to open a narrow corridor for Angelina’s foot to wedge in-between, and have this perfect laneway for the knee to fold up, then thrust. Like a hot wheels toy that launched cars, the sole of her boot now racing to bludgeon Naya’s clothed cunt with a full-force stomping action! “From this!”

[BuckleBuster]

It had taken alot of energy on Naya's part to fight through the intense pain of the kick and return back into the fray of the fight. She needed to after all. With so much still planned for Angelina, the thought of letting it all sweep past her after one simple, albeit painful face-kick was just too grueling to endure. And so here she was, entangled with her beloved opponent once again, determined to let nothing stop her from squeezing and stretching the woman until she was satisfied.

Angelina herself seemed surprised at the quick recovery, prompting a playful smirk from Naya as she observed her opponent's reaction. "What's there to talk about, hm? How I'm stronger than you" Naya teased, tugging on Angelina's ankle as she spoke, but still making sure not to use full force. "Or how I'm prettier than you?" another playful tug, in the opposite direction this time. "So much to talk about, but so little time" Naya purred, bracing Angelina's foot to finally go full throttle.

However Naya's attempts were interrupted as she felt Angelina clawing at her leg, flailing with the limb in an effort to loosen the hold. A frustrated huff blew through her nostrils as Naya realized that she had spent too much time playing with her prey as opposed to hurting her. She bucked her leg against Angelina's hands, hoping to thwart away the attempt to free the red-head. Success seemed on the horizon, that was until a brief opening had been exposed by Angelina constant prying. For a few seconds, her legs had been wedged open wide enough for Angelina's foot to slip between the cracks and pound into her near untouched pussy.

"OOOUGH!" Naya gasped as here eye sprung open in shock. The air was sucked out of her lungs as her hands released their tight grip around Angelina's leg in order to comfort her battered nether region. She curled up onto the mat, wheezing through the pain of the low blow as she shot a hurt glance in Angelina's direction. "And... I'm... the evil one, eh?" Naya wheezed while still clutching her pulsating pussy.

[Monsy]

This woman was a biological anomaly. Getting up from that? What, her health bar just re-fill? Kicks to the head often ended her fights, so to have someone comeback was like they made gold dust shoot from her fingertips. Best of all was just how they persuaded when they caught her ankle. It was almost inviting despite the horror and flustering written on her face and the sputtering inside her head. What took her back was the pain. It’s always the pain, real, visceral, but only a taster. Shame she had to break it that way, with Angelina’s leg falling down and both legs now recoiling towards the body as she backrolled onto her hands and knees. Her lips puckered. The sight was filling her body with this fire. An itch she just couldn’t scratch unless she got closer. She glossed her palms over the canvas, slid her knees, and her shadow started to swallow them from her feet. A blush was swiped across her face, scalding-hot and she was a little breathy.

“Mmmmhmm.” Said in this purring voice, “Ya are the evil one. And the hottah one. Annnnnd the strongah one.” Each sentence was accompanied by a slow nod. Soon she was hovering over them, her head over their chest. She parted her legs and sunk onto her elbows so her body rested like their bikini-having weighted blanket, looking with this sweet smile, you’d get a sugar rush by staring too long. Her blink was slow like a cat’s affection, her chin on their breasts. “We can talk all about cha, right here, tomorrow, or maybe as I fuck the hell outta’ ya. Dealah’s choice.” Angelina slung her arms up, forearms by their head’s flanks, the elbows propped on their collar as leverage to pull herself up. She wanted to curl some of their hair around her finger, soak in their expression and all the snazzy details. “I am nothing but time.”

Then she dipped her head down, removing all concept of distance as her wet lips sought to couple with theirs. Her tongue slithered out and tried to prod at their brims, poking and waiting to be invited inside. The apple of Angelina’s Eden, she the snake. All Naya had to do was take the smallest taste, and all would be finished.