L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Truthfully Natasha was only able to pay attention to roughly half of what Lucia was preaching to her, the thigh grinding away at her pussy at an ever increasing pace made sure of that. Still she pieced together enough to get the point behind her tale and only then did Natasha realize Lucia truly believed the drivel coming from her lips, meaning she was either crazy enough to see her friends cheating as divine providence or she had no idea what they had done.

She blinked several times out of confusion, momentarily distracted though an especially forceful stroke snapped her out of it. "Do you really think I was ambushed by the Lord? If so thats a lustful Lord of yours!" Natasha half shouted out of sheer disbelief at the arrogance of this fake nun, shaking her head, her long blue hair swishing back and forth only to be somehow even more of a mess than it already was. She could not let herself lose to Lucia, no...she would not let herself lose to her, not when the highest honor of the Hentai Division was on the line!

When Natasha had been invited to this tournament the title had been a distant possiblity, a fun daydream but nothing she felt like she needed to feel fulfilled. Lucia had changed that. Letting her have the belt insulted every wrestler within the division and even worse Natasha knew Lucia would do all she could to destroy the belt itself. How she intended to do such a thing she had no idea, but Lucia was dedicated enough to find a way to do it.

"David and Joshua were noble souls pretender...quite the opposite of one as foul minded as you!" It wasn't a second wind but a frantic last gasp for victory as Natasha forced her legs apart enough to create an opening just big enough for one of her hands to shoot down through. Natasha sank two fingers inside of Lucia's temple and began to pump away while her other hand continued groping the other's breast, a final gambit to drive Lucia to the orgasm she had worked so hard to bring her to until her ambush! "Just cum!"

The belt was right there. Right there. Sister Lucia had fought hard for, sacrificed for it, bled for it, and now it was within her grasp. The only thing standing between her and domination of the hentai division was this blue-haired Frenchwoman, and if Satan believed that was a real obstacle for her, he was about to be proven sorely incorrect.

So lost in her revelry was Sister Lucia that she almost didn’t hear the harlot’s hisses, but she managed to break away enough to focus on them after a moment, smiling down with a cruel grin. ”Was it cheating when the Lord helped David strike down Goliath? When Joshua walked ‘round the walls of Jericho, and they came tumbling down?” She wrenched the hold tighter out of spite and picked up the pace with her strokes.

”There is no cheating in war, slattern.” She chuckled, a dark, rattling sound under her breath. ”Hopefully you’ll come to understand that, when I-”

Her taunting came to an end as she felt Natasha’s hand at her breast - a last, desperate bid for survival from the desperate woman, a final shot at victory in the throes of defeat. Those hands, light and lean, danced along her skin, teasing her with subtle pleasure, and she had to bite her tongue to keep her focus. She wasn’t the only in danger, here.

This needed to end.

With gritted teeth, Sister Lucia picked up the pace and pumped away her foe, rubbing at her pussy with an animalistic fervor and fury. Both of them were at their limit, she could tell, but she was determined to drag Natasha over, kicking and screaming if need be. ”Just come already, you silly, stubborn, annoying little…”

"Only your little friends...aren't God!" Of course Lucia would dismiss her claim out of hand, hide behind her self proclaimed divine mandate, but Natasha was too focused on the mounting heat boiling within her core to care. With her frustration and fury towards the fake nun Natasha fought against the limbs that bound her until she realized there would be no escape and went on the offensive herself! Lucia would rachet up the pressure upon her battered body in answer but the blunette remained stubborn, gritting her teeth while she cast her gaze up at the bright lights of the arena, doing anything she could to distract herself from the pleasure by assailing her other senses.

Natasha's fingers kneaded Lucia's breast without a care for if she brought pleasure or pain with her touch, either would work as a distraction so that her other hand could sink its fingers inside of the nun's very womanhood! "Thats...enough out of you..." She wanted to shout, to vent the tempest of dark thoughts that now tugged at the corners of her mind and ate away at the confidence that had carried her through match after match in this tournament, but she was just too exhausted to spare the air required.

Am I going to lose?

That singular thought pierced through to the very core of Natasha. "I ca-can't...I woooooon't! You.....uhhhh can not....wiiiiin!" What Natasha had kept at bay throughout the entire tournament would not be denied any longer. Instead of riding the waves of ecstasy she was dragged beneath them, Natasha's body trembling within Lucia's grasp one moment and then spasming the next, her hips bucking up against the hand of the nun as she climaxed for all the crowd to see! Her juices shot into the air like a geyser not just once or twice but three times in quick succession, Natasha barely cognisant of the world around her in that moment as she went limp against Lucia.

Natasha was talking, but frankly, Sister Lucia was not listening. She had endured many slights in this match and so many more in the lead-up to it. Each match had been a trial unto itself, testing her in so many ways. She was in the wilderness, with Satan tempting her at every turn, forced to wallow in the muck, to endure unimaginable indignations in the name of her Lord. Every step of the way, she had been dragged through the mud. Humiliated. Degraded.

And yet…and yet, in her darkest, most dour hour, she had triumphed.

The sound Natasha made as she climaxed was, perhaps, the most pleasant thing Sister Lucia had ever heard. This was no small thing to say, either. She had sung with the choir, had filled the halls with her heavenly tones. She could sing a hundred hymns. But she could think of no sweeter song than the one that came from the Frenchwomen’s foul lips. There was despair in that voice, but ecstasy. Elation and desolation all at once.

It was a treat for the ears, but not as much as Natasha’s juices were a treat for the tongue. As the bell rang and the announcer made it all official, Sister Lucia brought the juices to her lips, suckled at her fingers, and sighed. It tasted like a new day dawning. It tasted like the birth of something beautiful. It tasted like…

”YOUR WINNER AND NEW CHAMPION, SISTER LUCIA!”

”Victory.”

Sister Lucia heard, as it were, a noise of thunder, as the referee came over and handed the Hentai Championship to her. A low, growing rumble, as if the earth itself was quivering. A tremendous, tremulous rattling that shook the rafters and the ramparts and cut to the soul. It was a sound Lucia had heard before, simply not in this fashion, so she didn’t recognize it at first. Not this loud. Not this boisterous.

The audience was booing. And when Lucia stood up, threw the championship belt on the ground, and stomped it under her heel, they booed even louder. Somehow.

While it was music to her ears, as well, Sister Lucia couldn't say it was as pleasing as Natasha’s wailing, if only because it was actually hurting her ears to listen to it. She resisted the urge to cover them as she stood there with glittering pride, but Prudence and Chastity had no such qualms with they entered the ring a moment later.

”I hate to-” Sister Prudence only got out a couple of words before she realized the booing was drowning her out. ”Fuck, they are loud. I hate to spoil the big moment and everything, but I think we should make tracks!” She winced and clasped her hands around her ears even tighter. ”We can celebrate back at the convent!”

”Agreed!” Sister Prudence’s high-pitched voice came like a harpy’s shriek over the rising din. ”I believe this is a good time to shake the dust from our feet!”

Sister Lucia could see the truth in their words as she looked about. She had seen angry crowds before, but this was something wholly else. The people seemed to be already on the verge of an actual riot. Already, food items of varying quality were getting thrown into the ring. As much as she wanted to champion her cause, she had no desire to be overrun by a mob of angry Japanese. ””Yes, that would be most prudent…Prudence!” She blinked and gave the belt a quick kick towards her associates. ”Bring this filth with us! I’ve got a few ideas!”[/color]

Sister Lucia’s chuckle was lost in the clamour, but you could see it well enough in her face, in the way her head bobbled and her cheeks swelled. The trio took the time to look back at Natasha, staring down at her defeated, battered, broken form, then promptly made their way through the ropes and up the ramp, with Sister Prudence dragging the hentai championship behind her as she went, with all the dignity one might afford to an overly stuffed trash bag.

It was, indeed, a wonderful day.