Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise would need an entire platoon of masseuses to work on her neck when this match ended.

Though no stranger to having her body tossed around, she had not taken so many impacts to her shoulders, her neck, and her upper back in... years. No one would ever mistake her for old at her ripe age of twenty-three, but she did not remember the impacts hurting so much in her teens, likely because she had never had an injury at that point that made all those nauseating stabs of pain so worrisome. Whereas Muriel's slams earlier had come so close to robbing her of consciousness that she had fortunately skipped the immediate agony, she felt everything as she slumped in the corner, and it took an effort to even unfold herself so both meaty legs slammed back down against the canvas and shook with misery.

She could hear Muriel saying something, but she didn't have it in her to so much as lift her head to hear better past the crowd. She remained there, alternatively wincing and gasping with pain, as the woman neared her. If only she could... will her neck to feel better, then she could do something to... to stop what surely came next. She had not lost enough of her senses to pain to forget that Muriel had already earned her fall and needed one more prize to win the match.

Arlise allowed herself to whine as the teacher ignored her need to recover and pulled her up, though the redhead stumbled on a typically sturdy leg. She did not fall - only because the thigh that mashed into her heated, dampened crotch, forcing her to straighten and purse her lips to endure. Once both of their warm bodies and all their healthy curves became more familiar and lips touched her neck, the feeling between her thighs threatened to course through her entire body. This was... it, wasn't it? What she always tried to avoid. What she failed to avoid.

But as she shifted her neck almost as if to offer more of it to Muriel's wandering lips, the pain in it summoned her good sense. She couldn't let this happen again.

Instinctively, she lashed out, and her arms looped beneath Muriel's and hooked them. The Belgian beauty used what strength remained in her tired, beaten figure to pull up with all her might, forcing the teacher into a standing butterfly that, by the nature of Arlise's ample chest, forced the woman's features into her cleavage.

"I want... my own... reward!", she demanded through her groaning and straining and holding on for dear life as she attempted to swing Muriel around and away from the turnbuckle.

Maybe... maybe she could lift her. She had one more in her.

[BlackAkuma]

While it was true that Muriel had never won an official hentai match before, that wasn’t to say she was unfamiliar with the concept. In its waning days, Rumble Roses had flirted with all sorts of ideas to bring back the ratings, and sexfighting had been on the table. None of those matches had ever made the air, but she had engaged in a steamy altercation with Anesthesia, one that would never see the light of day.

Since then, she had dabbled here and there as she experimented and learned more of her sexuality. Suffice to say, she was no neophyte regarding the female body, knowing how to fulfill her own needs and service others. Her skills were more than adequate.

Judging from the response Arlise gave her, she would agree. Wholeheartedly.

It was a good thing that Muriel’s legs were bare in this outfit, as it allowed her to feel the telltale dampness between Arlise’s thighs, heralding an oncoming orgasm. Victory was close at hand, and she eagerly pursued it, her mouth eagerly feasting on the Belgian’s neck. She was close, so close, to the woman’s lips, higher and higher, and she enjoyed a devilish chuckle as Arlise opened the way for her. Just a little more…

All at once, things changed. Arlise was no longer a wilting fawn but a striking cobra, lashing out and pulling Muriel into her vice. Her cries were muffled in her opponent’s chest, and while that situation was quite pleasing, she suspected what came next would be anything but.

She was correct.

In the next moment, Muriel found herself being flung through space, ass-over-teakettle, a maddening path that only ended when her upper back slammed into the canvas. She hit with a sickening impact, one that let her sprawled out on the canvas, arms akimbo, staring up at the lights and groaning.

[Winter]

She did have one more in her.

Hearing - and feeling - Muriel's complaints against the sweaty, warm flesh of her chest strengthened the Belgian beauty's resolve. She wrenched the butterfly that much more tightly to ensure that the teacher could not slip free from her grip, leaving the woman to linger there, but she reminded herself that she must finish with squinted eyes and a few muttered reassurances in French. One foot planted, the other pushing the mat, and she summoned strength from her arms and her ailing shoulders and back as she threw herself backward with a battle cry.

Muriel sailed overhead, the standing butterfly holding her captive until the last second so the execution of Falling Starlight sent her flying straight onto her upper back with no use of her arms to catch or defend herself. Arlise landed with a thud and a loud, raspy complaint of her own, but she knew that could not equate to half of the pain Muriel experienced on the landing. She peered overhead to see the final results of that landing - a beautiful blonde on her back, not soon to rise.

And Arlise had to reach her. That proved almost as difficult of a thought as executing the throw in the first place.

Her upper body burned and her chest heaved with exertion, but Arlise, ensuring she remained deserving of the name Titania, turned and began to push up on her fists. The crowd's cries proved uplifting, enough to add some speed to her movements, but she lifted only as far as all fours before she pushed herself over to Muriel's prone form. Having seen the experienced teacher pull out every trick in the book, the redhead took no chances. She hooked a leg, dropped her weight on the woman's chest, and let out a gasp as she listened to the count begin.

"One!"

[BlackAkuma]

‘The Master Of Ten Thousand Suplexes’.

That was what Aisha had often called her back in the day, a moniker she picked up after she set the Rumble Rose record for most suplexes executed in a single match: 35, as it so happened. While Muriel like the idea, the truth was less spectacular. At last count, she knew and could execute 56 distinct suplexes, not including variations of those techniques. An impressive list for any wrestler, though, and she considered herself something of an aficionado on the topic.

Which was why it was so distressing that she couldn't figure out what exactly she’d just been hit with.

A variation on the butterfly? Perhaps. But she had never seen it done in such way that it resulted in a breast smother, however temporary. Most distressing of all, Arlise had executed it with such practiced force, that it had all the hallmarks of a finishing move. Sure enough, Muriel’s body felt tense all over, dangerously stiff. Which likely meant…

Arlise collapsed on top of her in an instant, knocking the breath out of Muriel. By the time she sucked in fresh air, one count was already finished.

”2…!”

Muriel gritted her teeth and dug deep, looking for any energy. While she could already feel something stirring, it was not nearly enough to save her at the moment, and there was nothing she could do as the referee’s hand came down a third time.

”3…!”

The crowd went wild, and rightfully so - things were tied up now, bringing them both into the home stretch. Only an orgasm stood between them and victory, and it was anyone’s guess as to who would claim that prize.

[Winter]

Arlise almost thought she had failed.

She felt the teacher's body tense beneath her, and the sensation raised all of her alarms. But she already dedicated everything to folding the teacher's leg and holding down her shoulders, and she saw no way she could apply any more strength or force. She grit her teeth, too, and threw her head further back until her red hair poured out over the canvas. When she heard the second count, she felt relief - relief that made the moments between the two and the three painfully and desperately long. Muriel would kick out. She would throw out a shoulder and free it. Something would go wrong, and she waited for it...

When she heard the three, turned into an encore by the crowd, she released Muriel and crumpled back to the canvas, hunched on her ass. That had taken... a great deal, and while Arlise raised her fist in celebration and acknowledgment of the crowd's appreciation of her efforts, she understood - winning meant acting immediately. If she let the match linger, she might not have it in her to put Ms. Spencer down like that again.

Then again, she had just driven a former Rose into the canvas. That, she felt good enough about to summon a brief smile.

Despite her haste, she afforded Muriel the same courtesy the woman had afforded her - the Belgian beauty pushed herself back first to her knees then to her feet and opened space for Ms. Spencer to rise. The redhead used that time well herself, grabbing the ropes and pulling against them to stretch out her shoulders and neck, but she did not do so without a delayed reply to the teacher's earlier words. "I do learn quickly, no?", she asked, as she turned and resumed her fighting stance - a stance much less pretty and poised than it had been at the start of the match.

Unfortunate, since the match might as well have started over, each of them having delivered a haymaker to each other like prizefighters - but one round remained, and Arlise tried not to think of it as the biggest challenge yet.

[BlackAkuma]

Though Muriel knew it was only one fall and far from the end of the world, she couldn't help but slap the mat after she was released from the pin, getting out her frustrations all at once. Call it a reflex, an atavism from her old college wrestling days, but she always loathed being pinned.

She gathered her calm soon enough, though, as perspective set in and centered her. It was only one fall, and it wasn’t as if Arlise had earned it through chicanery. She fought finely and fairly, and that had to be applaud. So Muriel did so.

”So I see.” She stood up, joining the audience in a small clap as she began to pace about the ring. ”But not all lessons can be so easily taught. You’ve done well so far in this quiz, but you might find the second part to be more than you can handle.”

She let those cryptic words sit as she slid back into her grappling stance and moved, slowly closing the distance and beckoning Arlise to do the same. It looked like they might meet again for a traditional tie-up, an acceptable way even to start a hentai match, but no - Muriel had something trickier in mind. A bit of subterfuge was in order.

She waited until she was close enough, then lashed out, going low with a kick aimed at Arlise’s knees. While strikes were far from her forte, she could do simple ones like this well enough, and they would work wonders for the strategy she had in mind.

[Winter]

Muriel even declared that it was Arlise's biggest challenge yet.

The Belgian beauty tried not to dwell on it as she stretched out her neck and upper back one last time and started to match the teacher's stance and pace as they prowled. With adrenaline and survival instinct taking over, her fire had taken to smoldering rather than blazing... though seeing Muriel shining with perspiration, speaking those words, and still wearing that too-flattering outfit threatened to increase the heat yet again. But she had come so far to negate that first fall - she couldn't let her mind step in the way of her success. Every thought, she dedicated to strategy.

But she worked too hard. As she and Muriel neared each other, she clapped her hands together and readied to throw herself forward into a lock-up, thinking that, given the other woman's tendencies, resetting in position to grapple made sense. She guessed and second-guessed all the while throwing herself closer, and naturally, none of her thoughts mattered a bit when she saw Muriel's stance shift and felt the foot fly into her knee.

The redhead grunted and threatened to fall, but she staggered back and forced herself to stay upright. But almost entirely off-balance, she shouldn't have attempted to retaliate - which meant she did, thinking Muriel would fall upon her if she didn't give her a reason to stay away. She planted with the opposite leg and threw out an elbow, trying to catch Muriel in the chest to force her to keep her distance.

[BlackAkuma]

As fun as it had been to grapple with Arlise, this was the part of the match that Muriel was most looking forward to. While she had only just met this woman, the attraction between them was clear, and she suspected it was more than just her being a rather popular wrestler and Arlise having the right hair color. This woman was not just beautiful, but entertaining, engaging, enthralling. She sincerely wished this wasn’t their last meeting and suspected the Belgian felt much the same.

A hentai match was one thing, but a hentai match with someone you had a true connection with was a rarer beast. Muriel was eager to lock horns with her fine foe.

Of course, she needed to get Arlise down first, and she knew that would be no easy task. But she did have a strategy in mind, one she had already begun to employ - namely, targeting the woman’s legs, dealing damage to her greatest weapon.

The first kick worked well enough, and Muriel moved in to deal further damage, only to wind up taking an elbow to the chest for her efforts. The shot came from a weak angle, but was stiffer than Muriel anticipated and took her off guard, forcing her to fall back a couple of steps. Instead of resisting, however, she kept stepping back until she hit the ropes and used their bounce to come back at Arlise with more steam than she otherwise would’ve had.

She struck again, this time taking a short hop and shooting out both of her feet, trying to strike at Arlise’s legs again with a with a low dropkick.