Team Edgeworks [D] vs Allison Tumbleweed

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Clair took a brief break from preparing Allison's seal of defeat, having finished applying the protective wax to her lips, leaning against her corner and watched Allison's pitiful attempt to get out from under her masochistic girlfriend. It was entertaining to see the strong girl push Mikoto up only for that strength to leave her from just a little pussy teasing. The cowgirl was so proud of herself and watching her bravado get stripped away from a few lewd actions. It was always entertaining to plunge a woman who thought so much of herself break, whether it be from the pain inflicted on them or drowning in the pleasure she gifted them.

"Aw, poor farm whore," she called out as Mikoto successfully trapped the southerner's arms with one hand, rubbing their bodies together and teased Allison's sex with her freehand. "I've seen pathetic jobbers put up more of a fight than you are right now. What, are you having withdrawal from my fingers already? Or has it been that long since you last got to roll around in the mud with a bull or rooster~?" A little giggle followed her words, followed by an unkind look from the ref. It seemed even she was getting fed up with the sadistic Canadian's foul taunts. "Action's over there, reffee. I'm sure you won't want to miss Mikoto get a taste of farm slut~" The ref would only glare for several moments, but she would eventually return her attention to the legal wrestlers, knowing there wasn't a thing she could do to the Canadian.

Mikoto continued her actions as her girlfriend talked, shifting her gaze as she did so. Was she doing good? Was her Killer-chan happy with the sight of her taming Allison? Her own moan slipped past her lips, from the mental picture of the praise and pain she wanted as a reward and from the feeling of rubbing herself against the cowgirl's soft and toned body. When the match was over, she was looking forward to seeing just how much pain this girl could give her once she finally gave in to Clair.

Soon the ref turned towards the mean blond, fed up with her foulness, and leaving the two of them out of sight. Noticing that, Mikoto decided to take advantage of what she thought would be a brief window. Moving quickly, the masochist pressed her lips against Allison's own. As she did so her teasing digits turned violent, harshly pressing her nails into the stimulated, sensitive sex for all she was worth before finishing the action with a rake. Her kiss was merely to silence the cowgirl's pained screams.

When the ref turned back to the action, she would see the ravenette pulling her lips back from Allison's own. Even if the southerner showed signs of the attack and raised the official's suspicions, without having seen anything the ref couldn't do a thing. Mikoto could also see a little smirk on Clair's face before she went back to what she was doing, taking out her lipstick to finish its application.

The ravenette made her way down Allison's body, taking her time and releasing her arms as she felt confident the cowgirl lacked the strength to fend her off now. She had heard what her girlfriend said, and decided to follow the veiled instruction. The ravenette took hold of Allison's hips and pushed her tongue inside her opponent. She ate the cowgirl out slowly and loudly, giving a lovely show for the audience to see and hear. She moaned against the cowgirl's drooling lips, sucked loudly, audibly shlurping for everyone. All the while Mikoto would pay attention to each twitch and buck she'd cause. If she felt Allison approaching climax, she would let up and allow the cowgirl time to calm down. With how close Clair was to being ready once more, Mikoto wanted to keep Allison on edge. She had a nice idea for what to do once Clair was done.

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Allison wanted to be pissed off at Clair’s continuous insults. She wanted her anger to help fuel her into pummeling this two brats into dust with her bare hands. She wanted her rage to burn out the sensitivity running throughout her body and allow her to easily shove the black haired masochist off of her body and throw her out of the ring so she could put her full focus on the green wearing sadist.

Unfortunately, none of those things happened as Allison helplessly moaned into Mikoto’s kiss while her hips twitched with every mind numbing rub of her palm against her sopping sex. Her struggles were useless as any strength she recovered was drained away, with every pleasurable touch. If it wasn’t the rubbing of her submissive pussy or the breathlessness of the kiss. It was Mikoto’s body rubbing against her own.

That is. Until the referee turned her gaze away to finally tell Clair off for her constant taunting. Clearly getting fed up with the blondes words as much as everyone else. And with her eyes no longer on what was happening in the ring, she wouldn’t see Allison’s eyes flare up and her body twisting and tensing in agony as the feeling of Mikoto’s nails scratched across her sex and sent white hot pain traveling up her spine!

”MMMMMM!!!” The cowgirl tried to scream! But the kiss of Mikoto was a perfect silencer and the referee was too much into her argument with Clair to notice. Eventually, Mikoto would thankfully stop and allow Allison a small reprieve. Though it wouldn’t last as while the kiss was released, the raven haired masochist would travel down the cowgirls body before finally coming to a stop between her legs.

And then Allison found her voice once more as the tongue of Mikoto began to run roughshod all over her soaking sex! And yet, while Mikoto made lots of noises and obscene sounds. It felt as if she wasn’t putting all her effort into it, as if she intended to keep the cowgirl on edge rather than send her over. Allison only noticed this when it felt like that just as she was about to cum, the tiny masochist stopped. Leaving her panting and moaning on the canvas.

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"Shlurp~ Mnn~ Gnslls~" Mikoto made any and every noise she could as she ate Allison out. She gave the southerner the kind of attention she could love to have, so many eyes on her while she was being sexually dominated. Something the masochist would love, but the taller blond would hate. The pleasure of Mikoto's tongue wriggling inside the cowgirl's soaking sex, combined with the shame of being tamed so easily, worked up to the brink only to be pulled right back before she could reach it, had to be stirring up a storm inside Allison.

"Oh, Mikoto~" The cruel Canadian sung out, causing the legal wrestler to finally stop. There was no need for anymore words, the ravenette knew Clair had finished reapplying her favorite lipstick and was ready to come back in. That was good, since Mikoto's jaw was starting to get a little sore. And the masochist already had her own cruel idea for how to deliver Allison to her.

The masochist slowly got up to her knees, grabbing the cowgirl by her hair and pulling her up along the rest of the way to her feet. If Allison didn't put up a fuss, she'd be kept bent as her head was pulled between the smaller girl's legs. She'd be kept there for a few seconds, treated like a plaything once more while Mikoto reached around and began groping her chest. Mikoto didn't seem to be taking the cowgirl seriously anymore. Which was fair in her mind, as the southerner now seemed about as much a threat as a chick would be to a coyote.

When she was satisfied, Mikoto would move her hands to the cowgirl's waist and pull her up onto her shoulders. It seemed like she would be going for a powerbomb, but she didn't immediately follow through. Instead her tongue would go back to work, giving the audience an unobstructed view of the cowgirls face contort in pleasure. There would be hooting and hollering from the crowd at the sight, as Mikoto showed her strength as she started walking towards her own corner. If all went well, the masochist would end up throwing the cowgirl back first into the corner for a buckle bomb.

And like a snake waiting for its prey, Clair's arms immediately lunged to keep Allison upright, hooking under the ropes and around her arms. "Aw, for me~ You shouldn't have, dearie~" Clair said while Mikoto knelt down and immediately went back between Allison's legs. "I think she's actually going to make you cun this time. How excited that must be for you, farm slut~" She whispered into her ear, giving it a teasing little lick.

Though her fun was cut short as the ref came over, telling her to let Allison go. The sadist did so, begrudgingly, and rolled her eyes. She'd stay her hand for a bit while her masochist pushed Allison right up to the edge, listening to the ref prattle on and on about how any more interference would lead to their disqualication. At this point in the match, it didn't really matter any more. Did the ref think anyone thought Allison would be a winner? Even if the ruling said she was?

The smaller blond barely gave her words any attention, instead focused on how high the cowgirl's voice would go. For when she believed it to be right before Allison exploded all over Mikoto's face, Clair would make known how little she cared by grabbing her victim by her hair, slam the back of her head into the top turn buckle before planting her now emerald clad lips onto Allison's own.

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Allison knew that Mikoto was keeping her on the edge for a reason. The masochist had every opportunity to shove the cowgirl over the edge at any point she wanted. Yet just as the cowgirl seemed like she was going to burst, the masochist would slow herself down and would simply kiss at Allison’s thighs and wait for her to cool off. Only to begin once more before the cowgirl could even attempt to recover.

At some point, Allison was beginning to think that Mikoto was doing this so that she could get the cowgirl to break and beg for release. But when she heard the sing song voice of the masochists sadistic master, Allison realized that there was much more at play here. For immediately after her voice was heard, Mikoto had stopped and Allison was finally given the chance for reprieve.

Unfortunately, her body had grown not only sensitive from the pleasure overload that was Mikoto’s tongue. But it had grown incredibly weak as well. So when Mikoto pulled the sluggish cowgirl up alongside her and proceeded to guide her head between the masochists legs. Allison could do little but let it happen. Even letting out more pleasure filled sighs as Mikoto fondled her breasts.

Yet the pleasant fondling wouldn’t last long as Allison would feel Mikoto wrap her arms around the cowgirls waist and in a surprising display of strength would proceed to roll Allison up onto her shoulders for a powerbomb. Yet instead of immediately being slammed down, Allison would once more feel the sinful pleasure of Mikoto tongue diving into her sensitive sex and bringing her back up the mountain.

”A-ahhn! F-fuuuu!!” She mewled! Her hips bucking against Mikoto’s face and shoulders as she felt her tongue running circles around her soaking sex. Once more the cowgirl would try to think past the pleasure and try to figure out what the evil team had in store. Did she plan to make her cum, just as she was being bombed down to the canvas?

Well… she would be half right. For Mikoto did in fact slam her down, just not against the canvas. Instead it was against the turnbuckle in a brutal buckle bomb! A choked gasp sputtered out of Allison’s mouth. Yet before she could have bounced off and to the floor, she would feel a familiar pair of arms pull her back and trap her against the corner! And while the referee tried her best to step in, it was clear that the edgeworks weren’t listening.

For Clair it was simply out of clear disrespect, yet for Mikoto it was she was too busy reattaching her lips to the cowgirls sex! Only this time, there was no starting or stopping. She was pushing Allison straight to the edge and they were going right over it! And with how close Allison was at this point, it hardly took any time for her to reach the breaking point! Her mouth opening to let out another orgasmic scream!!

Only for her head to be yanked back, and for a familiar pair of lips to seal her mouth shut. A familiar scent filling her nostrils.

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The Canadian smiled into her venomous kiss, feeling the cowgirl try to let loose her scream of pleasure onto be silenced by her emerald lips. Her essence exploding onto Mikoto's lips and tongue, dripping down her face and staining the mat beneath them. Her ecstatic shivers after all the edging her masochistic girlfriend forced her through, plus the aphrodisiacs slowly making their way into the cowgirl once again. Maybe they could recreate this all later as soon as the three of them were back in her apartment, where the real fun toys were.

Well, it would definitely be better without the referee essentially barking at her. Almost screaming to let Allison go or else the match would be forfeit, and how it would be their final warning. 'So annoying,' Clair thought with a visible roll of her eyes. However, she would comply and let the southerner go, the masochistic ravenette rising back to her feet and standing off to the side. "Well, you heard her Alli-slut~ Timber~~" The Canadian said in a quiet, sing-song tone, before pushing the cowgirl forward. With such an explosive climax, and the effects of her love drugs overwhelming her senses once again, Allison was very likely to just fall face first onto the mats.

A slap followed the crash, Mikoto's head having swung to the side and a red mark on her cheek. The ref opened her mouth, probably about to reprimand the smaller blond again, only to stop as Clair slipped into the ring. "What? I can't give my lovely girlfriend a reward as I tag in now?" The sadist hissed in annoyance. The ref glared in response, but otherwise seemed to hold her tongue. "That's what I thought." Clair looked over her shoulder to Mikoto, giving her a little wink. "Clean your face of that whore before I come back. If you do, I might just give you a better reward~"

Her attention then turned to Allison, smiling in satisfaction at the sight of her. "That good, hm~?" Clair asked mockingly, playfully kicking her drugged foe's head a few times. "What's wrong~? Pig got your tongue~?" Another kick followed her words, Clair putting her all into and aimed to flip the southerner onto her back. The Canadian looked at her, and Mikoto to a much more minor extent, handiwork with glee before moving to kneel down between her victim's legs.

Ever so slowly Clair leaned down, hands pushing the cowgirl's legs apart as she neared the dripping lips that lay between them. She drew it out as much as she could, letting the anticipation grow more and more in the taller blond. Her green eyes, full of mocking glee, were locked with Allison's lustful blues the whole time.

With only a breath between Allison's nethers and Clair's mouth, the Canadian stopped herself. "Mm~ Not yet~" With a laugh, the smaller blond then slowly crawled up her victim's body, grazing her lips over her now hyper sensitive body, stopping here and there to bite and suck and leaving a little hickey to further humiliate their cowgirl. She avoided Allison's breasts, however, to keep her wanting.

Finally Clair would lay atop Allison, once more moving her lips beside her ear to whisper her sweet, venomous words. "But that's what you want - no, need, right now, don't you~ Get off so the drugs can wash out, or even just wanting a good tongue fucking~ Hm~? Is that what you're wanting, Texas whore~?" Of course she wouldn't expect any response. She just wanted Allison to keep squirming like the useless cattle she was.

"Tell you what." The Canadian grabbed Allison's wrist, lifting her hand up just barely off the canvas. "Remember this~?" Up and down Clair made the appendage move, slapping against the canvas similarly to tapping out. "High as you are, you must remember how to do that~ Cause if you want to get off, I suggest doing that~"

Letting go, the sadist instead wrapped her arms around the cowgirl's torso and squeezed for all she was worth. A grounded bearhug, essentially, was what Clair seemed to go for. In the end, this was still a submission match. Allison could reach euphoria over and over, but unless someone actually gave in - and the ref caught it, of course - this farce couldn't officially end. While the Canadian could have gone for a myriad of other holds, she was confident her drugged opponent had to be at the end of her rope.

However, to be safe, Clair began kissing and sucking all along her neck and collarbone. A hold of pain and pleasure, just as she liked it. It would be an incentive, giving the cowgirl a promise of what could be, and giving her more of a reason to tap. And how she waited to hear that sound, along with every sound Allison would make in response.