Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

[PrinceArjuna332]

Eirina chuckled upon seeing the defiant looks on Angelina's face. "Heh... well, you can certainly try." Eirina replied as she would reach out to Angelina's red-haired head, planning to keep her close in order to execute her next move. She would then pull Angelina closer, clamping her head under her armpit, locking her into a front facelock.

"I hope you don't mind me turning your world outside down~" Eirina said before she attempted to hoist Angelina's body up, holding her upside down in preparation for a vertical suplex. She was planning to hold her up there for a few seconds before falling backwards, executing the vertical suplex and sending her body down to the mat.

[Monsy]

One foot… in front… of the other! Pulling herself together was fuckin’ tough as rocks, with her legs like baby of wobbly sand after what she just went through. Any other occasion and it might’ve just been worth collapsing. But being put on the face-lock, her arm prepared then heaved into the air, she felt dizzy and slacked. However, when Eirina went to lift her up, Angelina snuck her leg behind Eirina's on the inside, stuffing the attempt.

“I… Can do that myself, thanks.” Said through an almost muffled voice. She took her hand, willed it into a fist then swung to hit Eirina in her side, trying to beat into her ribs with her knuckles. A slow, but heavy-handed strike that took a few seconds to throw another.

[PrinceArjuna332]

When Eirina was about to lift Angelina up, she felt that something snagged on her leg, which stopped her attempt to lift her up. When she realized that it was Angelina's leg that stopped her from carrying out the move, Eirina would try to figure out a way to salvage the situation, but before she could do that, she took a fist right at her side.

"NRGHHH!!!"

Eirina grimaced in pain as she was struck by Angelina. Winded, she glared at Angelina who then threw another punch at her. Letting out a growl, Eirina would throw a hook right at the side of her opponent's face, hoping to stop her from ruining her plan before she shoved her away. Grunting, Eirina would then clutch on her hurt side as she would step back to assess the situation.

[Monsy]

Just two good knocks. Go for three. Four, why don'tcha? This girl can take it, no doubt. But it's all about getting that bit of space she hadn't tasted in forever. Fuck -- her whole memory pre-finger blast was a chore. Things moved so hazy and yet fast. The dripping cum between her legs felt so gross, so lewd and so half-sedated from the waist down. Her legs buzzed whenever she had more weight on them.

Two strikes. Then her receipt. "KYAH!" Angelina ate one clean and that spun her right around for a full three-sixty. Head turned, arms flip-flopping with the motion until she ate a shove that sent her reeling on her heels. She hit the ropes and sagged into them, arms hooked over the top and dangled there. "h-haghh... h-haghhh..." Panting like a dog, she worked up a small smile. This was better than before. Way better. And now? She had her moment to assess too. Might as well be butt fuckin' naked. Bottoms gone, top gone. Horny as all fuck. Fishnets and boots were still on, but they felt like a furnace. Still, she can work with this...

Just need to hold on, undress them with her eyes and pretend everything was fine. "Is... that all you got, slutshima?"

[PrinceArjuna332]

Punching at Angelina's face before shoving her away, Eirina groaned as she held onto her side that was struck by Angelina earlier. As she recovered and regained her bearing, she heard Angelina's words and scoffed. "Hey, are you in any position to say that to me?" Eirina taunted the redhead as she would ready herself for another attack. She knew that Angelina was heavily affected by her orgasms earlier, and she would like to take advantage of this.

"Come on, I'm not quite done with you yet." Eirina said as she would then charge towards Angelina, looking to close the distance between the two of them so that she could grab her by her head. From there, she would like to stun the redhead by driving her knee into her belly, hoping to have her lose her breath, knocking the wind out of her. From there, she would attempt to lock her into a front facelock, looping her arm around her head in preparation for her next attack.

[Monsy]

Her legs had an input delay that made rallying them a bitch and two-thirds. Getting them together, feeling gross, sweaty and pasty like a pudding cup. She heard the retort, then shrugged with her arms, shook her head and said plainly, “Nope.”

What came next, though, had her looking white and leaning to one side. LEGS. YOU LITTLE BITCH. “Wait-wait, I’m not read--” Angelina gagged, heaved the hell over Eirina’s knee. Her belly absorbed it like mush and drove deep. Both knees caved, and Angelina was two seconds away from splatting on her face. She couldn’t breathe, then took the front face lock clean around her head and neck.

But instead of staying standing, she sagged to her knees. Both arms were around her gut, and she bore a knotted-up face, eyes shut, lips twisted, whining from the aftermath and fully caught in Eirina’s grasp as a pirate-flavoured sandbag.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Eirina could feel that Angelina went limp after taking the blow to her belly, and she caught her in the front facelock. Eirina smiled and said, "Hehe, sorry, not sorry. I'm gonna play with your body again~" After saying that, she would fall backwards, looking to bring Angelina head first onto the mat with a DDT. It was to stun her so that she wouldn't be able to stop the Frau Doktor for her next plan.

After bringing her down with the DDT, Eirina would then roll Angelina over onto her back, making sure that she was laid out on the mat. Sitting right above Angelina's head, Eirina would reach down to both her legs, pulling them back and folding the redhead's body. This position would also leave Angelina staring at her own womanhood right above her face as her body was folded.

"Okay, have some more~" Eirina purred as she would start stroking her naked slit, hoping that it would elicit some nice reaction out of the redhead.

[Monsy]

Angelina’s skull and upper forehead spiked that shit like she came from a cannon. Swashbucklers, bunny rabbits and spinning skateboard wheels took her vision, laying chin-down, ass-up, knees widely spread and slowly slipping to lay flat. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck….” Her voice stretched, getting weaker the longer she strained the word.

Absolutely nothing stopped her from being rolled over and then folded neatly like some laundry going into a suitcase. Her hamstrings burned, but she was used to this. Well. Until her knees were touching near her shoulders, shins flat. She looked like a little ball, with her dripping snatch sparkling in overhead spotlights, arms spread eagle, and back curled. It created a lovely little corridor where only Eirina could see Angelina’s humiliated red face, tucked between the Frau Dokter’s own thighs, helpless and looking at her own swelling pink folds, clenching teeth and then putting cream on Eirina's finger-lengths. The sensation was hitting like a sugar craving, melting her bravado. Two orgasms went by, and she was starting to need Eirina's hand. Every bit of it. But she also wanted to win so-so bad. She just didn't expect to be here again so soon.

“A-Aahh… c-careful…! It’s…g-gone s-sensitive!”

Angelina’s hips bucked and moved around, almost in a circle, like she either wanted more friction or was looking to escape. It was the latter. Her face was beet red, shaking, eyes wide, unable to look away, teeth tight, whimpering high-pitched in her own mouth and shuffling about. One such whimper would slip, and that would be to plead… “S-Stoooooooopppp..”

[PrinceArjuna332]

Seeing Angelina all flustered like this sure made Eirina's heart aflutter. Having her opponent's body folded up, forcing her to stare at her own womanhood, Eirina couldn't wait to have her way with her again. "Hehe... well, I could've been much nicer to you if you're not this bratty, you know?" She would continue stroking her slit before she brought both hands there, looking to spread it right before Angelina's eyes, forcing her to stare at her own spread, pink pussy.

"I really want to beat the brattiness out of you by fucking you senseless, but that doesn't always work, right? Oh well." With Angelina's pussy spread rather lewdly, Eirina would then lean forward and start licking. "Aahhhm~" She would begin eating Angelina out in earnest, licking and slurping her feminine juices as if they were divine nectars themselves. She could see how stubborn Angelina was, and she wanted to see how far she could take before she finally succumbed to pleasure. "Sshhrpp~ mmmmmhhm~"

[Monsy]

Her boobs were being squished just under her chin from the fold. Black fishnets, thick black boots and thick leggings were her only cover below. Pink was her favourite panty colour, and she wore that colour whether naked or not. It was sweltering. Their space was filled with her own musk and strawberry perfume, along with sweat and post-sex that she was tasting on her tongue and easing her eyes into a roll.

“Y—You… f-fuckin..”

Her strained voice stretched into a long groan.

“H-Haghh.. ack—!”

Angelina bucked wildly to having her snatch parted before cameras and fans. It made her squeak girlishly. She was clean-shaven, waxed, tight and made small contractions on Eirina’s hand, begging for attention as Angelina was stun-locked by Eirina’s every move. Twenty years old — where the first times kept pouring in.

Chastised, threatened and helpless, Eirina dove for the pirate’s treasure. It was a whole rhythm from the onset. Consistent. Warm and wet strokes, slurps and vibrations, being devoured like ice cream. It filled her up, made this fold painless and put a fluttering knot inside her bruised belly that she needed to get away from. Eirina’s touch was the key to making Angelina moan, breathy, over and over at first, gaining volume, looking dazed and dark red from ear to ear. Her head dug into the mat, and she started squeaking, crying out, flinching and making small spasms. The crowd cheered Eirina on.

Angelina wrapped her arms around Eirina’s thighs, then clawed in. “Y-Ya fuckin fuck-slut fuuuck!! I w—will f-fuck-fuckin R—RUIN—eEK!” She couldn’t keep a thought, even if she looked halfway murderous — her arousal was drowning like she was two seconds from lulling her tongue.

It was a fight. Her snatch was desperate. Slick, tongue-stroked and soaked. She was desperate. Battling every sensation. Not giving anything away. Not an inch for this cunt, so long as she can think.