L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The Japanese woman truly was captivated by Danielle's beauty. No manner of wording could properly explain how she felt with each changing moment. As their bodies melded together, rubbing and gliding against the smooth, supple skin of the other's, the kendoka felt such grandiose elation that it almost brought out a chorus of moans from her...but she remained silent, composed, letting out only a few gentle noises for Danielle's ears alone. She would not break the flow or atmosphere of the moment with her volume, and she would lie back quietly as Danielle took the lead. Once finished, the black-haired young woman would state her wishes toward her lover, pulling her closer to feel more of her warmth. As Jade spoke her desires into reality, her went flush with a soft red as her fiery red-headed empress leaned over her. Danielle's words struck a deep chord with Jade. Every syllable was baked in truth but uttered with this dominant, almost patronizing tone. Jade LOVED it...knowing her place...The way that Dani said those words. Yes, truly, this was her "rightful place"...to be beneath the woman she served and loved without question...and she accepted it fervently. Danielle rolled across Jade's body, her bare hips and pelvis stroking against the full skin of Jade's frame as every groove, bump, and contour of the kendoka's trained, toughened, and well-maintained figure made contact with her own lithe and elegant body. Eventually, she sat positioned over Jade's face, the young woman staring up at her, eagerly awaiting, not turning away for a moment in the face of such glorious beauty. She welcomed Dani with open arms, serving as her "throne" willingly as the Frenchwoman lowered herself, coming to rest across Jade's face. The kendoka's facial features were buried in the face, becoming enveloped by the lusciously fragrant scent of Dani's pelvis...her hips, her thighs, her ass, and her sex...all of it coming down on Jade's face with such a gentle press as it slowly pressed down further with all of the Frenchwoman's weight. Jade set her hands down on Danielle's thighs, softly stroking and massaging them before planting a slow, passionate kiss against Danielle's rear, kissing away whatever she could to show further devotion...

As Jade's hands reached up to cup and stroke at her thighs, running them over every inch of that smooth, alabaster skin she took such pride in, Danielle threw back her head, thrusting her chest skyward as she arched her back in a posture of victory and of exhilaration. With every push and nuzzle of Jade's face against her groin, her hips rocked from side to side, and they pumped up and down with the rhythmic rise and fall of her body as she reeled in the throes of pleasure. The pants and moans that escaped her throat grew louder and louder, and the blush rose in her face - and Danielle wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

The fact that she had lost that POW match against Jade, and that she was here as her captive rather than her captor, was all but forgotten. Now, Danielle felt exhilarated. She felt like she had won. Perhaps not the match - but she had won something even greater, and something far more important. At last, she finally had someone who respected her for who she was, and who obeyed her not out of slavish deference to her wealth and fame, but out of the depths of her heart, because she wanted to. Who submitted to Danielle because she thought she deserved that attention and that glory, not because she was afraid to disappoint her. Dani had never had anything quite like it, so much so that she had left herself asking why Jade even bothered with her of all people. But she soon learned not to question it - to sit back and accept it. For all the money in the world, Danielle hadn't been able to buy something like this, but it had come right into her lap - and now she didn't want to look back.

In time, Danielle would be satisfied with taking her place upon her throne. Slowly, she slipped off of Jade, her body gliding carefully and sensually along her own before she came to rest at her side, where she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, throwing one leg around the kendoka's to hold her body tightly against her own so that they could feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the beating of each other's hearts. It was there that Danielle pulled Jade into a kiss as her fingers walked along her side, tickling her with the lightest of touches. It was the least Danielle could do to thank Jade for everything.

As the hours of the night dragged on, they would only relish their company more and more, exploring their newfound relationship in so many different ways. Even as they drifted off to sleep, it would be at each other's sides, arm in arm. Danielle didn't bother to question it any more - this was what she'd always wanted.