Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru was a shield, her body was perfectly imposing and positioned to trap the pinkette who had planned a low blow to the mistress. Fortunately, Kaguya had the composure and reflexes necessary to protect her from this kind of manipulation, even if she had to sacrifice her servant and her trust.

Even though Kuromaru groaned in pain as he fell to the ground, Kaguya didn't waste such a great opportunity to get back into the match by perfectly and savagely marking Shimmerlace's face with her nails. The cut was perfect and her hand full of sweat and pixie dust wiped against the bleeding face of the quill who was beginning to lose control of her body.

"Hmmm.. I still don't know what this powder is but I'll drown you in pain with it."

She also steps back to gain distance and find her next offensive action. She took advantage of the lead she had compared to that of Shimmerlace to tap Kuromaru's buttocks with her foot before pointing out her uselessness.

“Get out of the ring now you’ll only get in my way.”

It was cold and raw. Kuromaru was already in tears and yet her mistress showed no compassion for her, despite her little feats in this match which was not hers.

As the servant rolled out of the ring, Kaguya ran to the corner of the ring to climb up and stand on it. She looked intently at her opponent and smiled slightly at the camera before lunging towards her opponent.

It was her second aerial move and it showed how comfortable Kaguya was in real wrestling, even if she excelled most in smother matches. Her knees were extended forward, preparing to smack the coughing pinkette's face.

[Malkavia]

Kaguya's knee cracked across Shimmerlace's face, shooting a line of snot and blood in an arc that mirrored the Feychild's fall to her back. She closed her eyes and saw deep shapes in the black and the red, then opened, blinking, to bright misty lights.

"ACHfffnng—" Another sneeze tried to snap outwards but caught in her clogged snout. Pressure popped in her ears and behind her eyeballs. Kick-and-sap-induced congestion. Two streaks of fluid poured out of her nostrils, red at her snout, pink as it splattered down her chin. She wanted to wipe her eyes. More than want, it was a downright tactical necessity to clear the view—but by now the pink sap and pink pollen had left their residue on every finger pad and elbow crook, so she had little choice but to let her hot tears flow and mix with the blood.

(And to top it all, in the back of her head, she could feel Kuromaru retreating, after the chord tying her to the ringpost had snapped. It should have felt lovely—an asset humiliated and disposed of. But whatever piece of the Feychild's mind was fixated on that servant wasn't finished. She wanted more meat.)

In short, her face was on fire from cuts and fey-touched lemon juice, her side was split open and throbbing, her head had just taken a fucking conk, and to top it off, the juicier half of her prey was limping out of reach. Fuck it all if she was going to wallow in it. Shimmer sucked in her breath and pumped to a seat, reeling towards Kaguya as she clenched her fists, blared her eyes, and got ready to catch whatever the dominatrix no doubt had barreling her way.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya was not a professional in aerial movements but her light weight and small size gave her a huge advantage, which was why she did not choose this fighting style rather than the one she currently has. .

Shimmerlace had barely had time to see Kaguya's silhouette taking shape under the spotlight when she received a violent knee to the face. Both wrestlers fell to the ground but unlike her opponent, Kaguya did not take any major damage from this action. Meanwhile, Kuromaru was close to the ropes and watching her mistress fight, she still had not left the ring as she had just been ordered.

The silver-haired ojou had fallen to her knees and her hands to catch her fall, her parts were slightly sore because of it. She slowly got up and could notice the pitiful state of her opponent.

“Tsk..”

It must be believed that the match was much more violent than she had imagined, and more exhausting too because Kaguya was starting to feel fatigue setting in. Her movements were going to start to be less powerful, less effective and slower... We had to finish the match and that was good given the state of the pinkette who was completely open for one last hold.

Kaguya pushed Shimmerlace to lay her on her stomach and grabbed her arm before lying on her back, pulling her arm into an armbar, more precisely a Fujiwara armbar.

[Malkavia]

Kaguya grabbed Shimmerlace by her shoulders and shoved her onto her belly. As her front slid along the mat, friction peeled the bust panel of her costume from the tit. Kaguya sat perpendicular to the Feychild, pressed her back against Shimmer's, grabbed her wrist, and locked in her armbar.

Spoiler

Breath poured out of Shimmerlace's mouth. The pain was acute in two places. The first was in her shoulder, where the torque hyperextended the joint and made the muscle pinch, then ache, then burn as the bone flexed in its socket. The second was on her breast. The full weight of the Shinjuin dom pressed straight down into the wound where Kaguya had bitten earlier. Swelling and bruising had made the skin tender, and crushing it against the canvas made Shimmerlace want to howl.

And yet. There had been several points in this match where Shimmerlace had felt intimate with Mighty Caesar. When she had loomed overhead with that leash and demanded ― apologize! She'd felt a tickle in her gut. A squirming. She was being pushed, and she loved the feeling of pushing back. She felt something similar now, as she gasped and hitched and slammed her fist on the mat. Kaguya's back stretched over the Feychild's body, and as she tried to break her, Shimmerlace could feel her small movements. Her breathing. The way she tightened, loosened, then leaned back into the hold. She began to develop a sense for the size and limits of her opponent's body...and realized our curvaceous lordling was getting tired.

"Cunts! Nngf ― and...cuuuuuntesses!" Sweat rolled down Shimmer's neck, as she managed to shout in spite of the ache in her shoulder. At first her shout might have been mistaken for cussing, but the truth quickly became clear: she was addressing the Beast. "I bear...a complaint! A grrrrreivance!" Shimmer's breath came deep and fast. Her eyes met Kaguya's, and her body listened for a response ― feeling for an opening to roll or grab or bite. Her back trembled as she heaved another breath. "This ffffuckin' bird is FALLIN' ASLEEP!" Her hand pressed against the mat, and her boot scraped the canvas. She didn't have a clear path out ― but Kaguya didn't have the leash. And that was a hell of a confidence boost. "in MY. MATCH!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya may not be very strong at hitting, if we exclude slaps and spanks, but her strength to hold holds or objects was quite impressive, it was even funny to see that her fingers were more powerful as her arms, like a child.

But that meant only one thing, that Shimmerlace wasn't going to escape from the armbar, especially if Kaguya wanted to end this match with this move. It was perfect, the pinkette seemed to be in even more pain due to the injuries she received throughout the match. Victory was near

However, Kaguya had forgotten one thing she had just remembered, she couldn't end this match like this. The pink powder she had gotten in her face a few minutes ago made her forget the rules because she now remembered that she couldn't win this match that way. A special weapon was needed for this special match, a weapon that she had in her hand before she lost the will to fight... The dog leash.

She leaned her head forward, turning it this way and that before looking around where she had dropped the damn leash but found nothing. Worse still, her opponent still managed to continue fighting despite the pain! It was infuriating, why this idiot didn't want to abandon this match which was won in advance for the ojou.

Kaguya ended up being pushed back, making her armbar less and less useful over time, she was forced to let go of her opponent's arm and stand up to make a new hold AND find that dog leash.

"Tch... Fuck this !"

Kuromaru for her part was still hesitant, her mistress had told her to get out of the ring but she wanted to be useful to her mistress who was forced to release the armbar. Perhaps by mastering the pinkette or finding the leash, she will regain the love and trust of her owner. Little did she know, her hesitation kept her from moving as Kaguya groaned slightly in frustration as she began to stand up to prepare for her next offensive.

[Malkavia]

FALLIN' ASLEEP—

It had been a bit of a risk, that cheek. No matter how gritty your grit nor how sky-knocking the stakes, bodies have limits, and Kaguya was the type of domineer who'd find them and step on them with sharp end of a high-heeled boot. A part of Shimmer could taste the stinging embarrassment she would have felt if, after hollering out all that lip, Kaguya had brought her to mewling tears a hot second later.

Thank pirate Jesus on high for the dog leash. It was a magician's specialty, making things disappear, and Kaguya apparently hadn't even seen the poof. Her focus slipped from Shimmerlace, and the Feychild could watch the frustration growing on her face as she scanned the mat, her grip on the armbar shifting from a focused lever of pure sweat-making agony to one of distracted control. She was able to squirm and loosen the leverage. Then—

"Awh, fuckin—mm, goose shit..." The worst part of any submission hold was always the release. Shimmer curled her arm to her gut and breathed as she cradled her elbow and rolled her shoulder. The pain of blood rushing to the site came like pins slipped deep into the muscle. Botched acupuncture that mirrored the spots creeping into Shimmerlace's vision.

Aight cunt. Come on. You don't got long here.

After Kaguya released the armbar, Shimmerlace was on her knees, head to mat, with Kaguya halfway to her feet, back to the Feychild. With her back to the Feychild...

That was all the prompt the fairy's instinct needed. The key would be speed. Pop up to your knees, then spring vertically, like a fey-touched jack in the box. An image flashed through her mind: Jason's corpse, leaping out of Lake Placid to wrap an arm around dear Alice's throat. Shimmerlace similarly looked to thread her arms in a lock, with Kaguya's throat wrapped in a rear choke that would drag them both back down to the mat!

[Bearhug Goddess]

This match... Was getting harder and harder and this Shimmerlace wasn't as weak as Kaguya thought. Her armbar may have weakened when she looked around to see where the leash was that would help her finish this match, but the pinkette would surely have managed to get rid of the ojou after a while. .. Or else Kaguya would be forced to release her.

This movement which was to end this match ended up being a waste of time and energy, Kaguya had just lost all the lead she had gained and yet her state of fatigue was at its peak. Obviously Shimmerlace was going to take the opportunity to attack the ojou in the back while she was sitting on his knees.

“Nnngh?!”

The pinkette tried to strangle Kaguya with her arms, it was a rather simple attack but extremely fast and effective, so effective that Kaguya was forced to grunt to redouble her effort despite fatigue, forced to defend herself so as not to find herself suffocated. in a few seconds. It was complicated, too complicated for her. Kaguya felt defeat coming and she raised her head, looking at the lights above the ring, the same lights that had caused her to lose control of the match a few minutes before.

Was she starting to accept defeat? It was a normal reaction, Kaguya's great confidence was trampled by someone less than nothing, a wrestler she had never heard of. It was shameful, she was going to lose like this when she was so close to victory.. It was the end.

“LADY KAGUYA!”

Kaguya felt her neck being released before her maid's voice reached her ears. Kuromaru, her maid, was still in the ring and worse yet, she threw herself on Shimmerlace to place herself between the two wrestlers, trying to pin the pinkette to the ground by getting on top of her and taking care to hold her wrists.

Kaguya gradually regained consciousness and understood the situation a little better. She was a little mixed about this situation, she had ordered her maid to get out of the ring but thanks to Kuromaru she could continue to fight. A little mischievous smile appeared on Kaguya's face as she stood up and fixed her hair.

"Well done Kuromaru... Hold her..."

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace crossed her arms, hands on her biceps, one arm under Kaguya's chin, the other behind her neck. Seelie Scissors.

Spoiler

Tighter, tighter, tighter! Come on now, as tight a bow as we can tie. What a pair of mugs they made though, with nicks and cuts across both their faces, their hair wilder than Einstein impersonating a hag—and the pink! Fuuuck. The pink. There was more pink powder on their two faces than charcoal on a post-dynamite Elmer Fudd.

As the two collapsed, Feychild on ojou, Shimmerlace let her face fall forward into the back of Kaguya's head, burying her face in the silver hair. The smell was lovely—strawberry. Sweet enough to make a hungry girl drool. Better still, she could feel the light pluh-thud of Kaguya's pulse, an insistent struggle under her wrist. Their breathing began to synchronize. Kaguya's was a rasp. Shimmer's was relaxed and deep.

She was just on the brink of whispering a loving something into Kaguya's ear when Kuromaru lept into the ring. Shimmerlace had just enough time to turn her eyes up, loosen her grip, and scowl when a fist crashed into her face.

"FUCK—"

She reeled backward, rolling on her butt, and the giantess of a woman tackled her. This time our Kuromaru was smart enough to grab her wrists. As the full weight of the big-titted little shit pressed down on Shimmer's ribs, it crushed the long cut Thistle's ears had left in her side. Shimmer's eyes flashed.

"Ooooooh you absolute pissant—" The fairy's face contorted. Her neck went tight as she chuckled, then ground her molars and pushed. Useless—Kuro was huge and had her pinned like a bug to a board. The Feychild's breath hissed between her teeth. "Cunt. Cunt. CUNT." Kaguya had been melting, fuckin melting, and this — she'd let the cunt go. She'd had this pretty maid all tied up...but went after Kaguya instead.

Kuro's breath was cool against the sweat on Shimmer's face. The maid stared...not at Shimmerlace. At Kaguya. who was just beginning to recover. "...Look at me, cunt." The Feychild's face grew red. Her eyes narrowed. "I'll break you. I'll fuckin snap you so you can't walk." By now Kaguya was on her feet, and Kuromaru still wasn't looking. Shimmerlace bucked. "Fuckin—LOOK AT ME!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya stood up and could see Kuromaru next to her blocking her opponent and Shimmerlace getting angry with Kuromaru. She had to admit, Kuromaru had just saved her from defeat and had to congratulate her, even if she had just been disobeyed.

The ojou knew that Shimmerlace had no chance of surviving under the weight of her maid, she could take her time to stand up and recover a little before her next action. Meanwhile, Kuromaru continued to look at her mistress while ignoring what the pinkette said to her, the giant servant felt like she was in a dream after receiving congratulations from Kaguya, that didn't happen often!

“I was congratulated…”

After a few seconds, Kaguya started walking around the ring looking outside, she seemed to be looking for something but her clicking tongue showed everyone that she didn't find what she was looking for.

"No... Not here too... Fuck...!"

She turned towards Kuromaru and her opponent and took advantage of her advantageous position to take a dominant look towards Shimmerlace. Kaguya tenderly caressed the cheek of her angry opponent, looking at her with a dominant look and a little sad to see all this anger coming from her opponent.

"My god, you have no charm... You really look like a wild dog but don't worry, I would be a superb mistress... Besides...."

Kaguya paused in her words and removed her hand from her opponent's cheek giving her a powerful slap on the cheek. The expression on her face still remained as dominant but it was a little more withdrawn, this time she was going to be harsher and more crude with her opponent and planned to play the bad policewoman.

“Where is the fucking leash ?!”

[Malkavia]

The longer Shimmerlace sat under Kuromaru, the redder her face became. She tried threatening; she tried shouting. Both the maid and her mistress proceeded as if she wasn't there. Eventually, her face curled into a scowl, as she grabbed a hold of her temper and forced it down, into a smoldering ember deep in her gut. She went quiet (if for no other reason to preserve her aching throat), but her fists stayed clenched. White knuckle.

There were ways out of this situation. If she had been a better grappler, she could have wrestled. Even dusting that unlikely lever to the side, however, our fairy was in possession of other tools, other gizmos and sleights of hand that might have bodied this corpulent maid—but was this really golden moment? Shimmer's swollen face, her burning throat were all testament to the costs of firing prematurely. And the Seelie Arsenal had only so many trump cards; better to save the bigger guns. As her eyes narrowed, she began to watch and listen.

I was congratulated.

...Fuckin' shitpaste. A low snarl growled in Shimmer's snout, but what Kuro wouldn't realize is that the growl was concealing a chuckle. This cunt made it hard to hate her. Not impossible, by any stretch, but. It was a kind of hate that required self-control to keep concentrated, a kind of active self-reminder that miss gollie gee senpai noticed me here had pissed on Shimmer's moment.

And then—here came Kaguya, to draw a finger along the Feychild's jaw. Let's be real. A shiver ran down the fairy's back. The view from down below while Kaguya treated her gently struck a kind of chord. It was a note that made Shimmer's skin cold at the same time it made that raging ember in her gut burn a brighter shade of hateful yellow. It was a complex medley of feelings, but it got real simple real quick when Kaguya slapped her. She cussed. The slashed lacerations from Kaguya's nails were still raw on her face.

"NNG..." Shimmerlace heaved under Kuromaru. With her arms trapped, she couldn't even clutch her face. She jut out her chin and glared at Kaguya, her lips curling upwards as the ojou's attention centered like a spotlight on the Seelie Maitre. "Maybe if you asked with a bit of that charm yer just crowin' about..." Thrust. The Feychild humped her hips into Kuro to indicate exactly where that charm should go. "...I might find it within me to answer. Fuck-face."