L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Dizzy was starting to catch on to the game. Here, it wasn't soon enough to stop her from making her move, but Alix knew that she couldn't rely on this staple tactic of hers anymore. But that's okay. She still has plenty of tricks left.

The Italian didn't even try to struggle. Gave it a push, but when her pretty face was buried even deeper in her cleavage, she gave up the brute force approach and started exploring other options. Like licking at her chest, continuing to get her fill of her bust. And reaching around to give her booty a good, hard smack that brought a pleasant amount of sting with it. "Oh!" Dug her hand in and got herself a nice handful. But that was just with the one hand.

Alix hadn't started relaxing just yet. Dizzy had been surprising her all evening, and the rookie still had more up her sleeve. There wasn't a lot of space between their bodies, but as Alix would realize, it was enough for her to be able to squeeze her thin arm through and get a couple fingers sliding along her nether lips, no doubt feeling her wetness through the cloth that stood in the way of her entrance when they pressed against it.

Didn't even take her long to do that, either. Another position she's found herself in in the past, Alix was certain. "Mmm, my, my!" And she let it happen, a decision that had only slight less to do with enjoying those waves of warmth that the experienced touch had coursing through her in comparison to seeing the potential for a counter: As she sat upright, she brought her creative opponent with her, head still squeezed tightly into her cleavage.

There was a brief pause as Alix considered her own options here: Should she keep Dizzy smothered for a few seconds longer? As the larger, stronger woman, she easily could. And although she was nice and randy, she was still very much in the fight sexually. Her well-trained sex could endure some more teasing. Straight-up fingering.

But watch Dizzy mess around and find her g-spot.

That thought, along with the plan of a continued restriction of her airflow already being in her head anyway had pushed her towards the decision to waste no further time. Looking to take advantage of the opening she'd created for herself, she slipped to the side, in the direction of the arm that was in between her legs, and began circling around to Dizzy's back with the goal of putting her in the same hold she had moments ago, just about.

Her arm would remain in between her strong legs, but at the side, as a prisoner along with her waist and her wily little fingers kept safely away from the prize they sought. And this time, rather than an arm wrapping around her neck, Alix would instead raise a hand to it and apply pressure more directly to the sides, as is proper for erotic asphyxiation. A firm, but not too firm grip that would allow her to speak when spoken to after she'd pulled her head close. The other arm wrapped around Dizzy's to keep it restrained that way. She wanted to make sure that this particular moment wasn't interrupted.

"You like being choked, girl?" Right in her ear. The word "little" would almost come out, but after that awkward moment they had when Dizzy revealed her age, she refrained from using it. Her tone changed, from light and playful to something with edge. From her usual cheery self to that hungry tigress that Dizzy had no doubt seen in the videos that were centered around her Domme side.

And if she has, well...She ought to know what follows once her prey is firmly within her clutches.

With her comment about her feet in mind, she'd follow up her question with another. "Or at least..." After giving her earlobe a salacious lick, that is, letting her breath wash over it. "...Being choked by me?"

She awaited the brunette's answer, pointedly not doing anything else aside from pressing her dexterous foot a bit more into her crotch. Not just yet.

God.. If this was what losing felt like, Dizzy could lose every match in her LAW career and still feel like a winner.

It couldn't be understated just how much she loved - loved, loved, loved - the feel of a bigger woman on top of her. There was probably some Freudian implication about having a mother nearly twice her size, an Oedipus or Elektra Complex or whatever you called it, with a lesbian daughter and her mother. Dizzy didn’t like to think about that too much. All she knew was that, as far back as she could recall, the idea of someone like this all over her, draped like a blanket over her skin, sweating and breathing and heaving and squeezing, was enough to make her toes curl and nerves tingle. Nothing compared. Nothing came close.

If only she didn’t need to breathe. Damn it. At times like this, she wished she could breathe through her ears.

Tempting as it was to lay back and take it, Dizzy had never been a one-sided lover. She liked to give as good as she got, and what she gave, in this case, were curious, probing fingers roaming all over Alix’s body in search of the juiciest bits. There was so much of this woman to enjoy, so much overwhelming, tasty flesh - she couldn't pass up the opportunity to have her fill. The hand on her ass is particularly adventurous, massaging those glutes with a strong touch. Her nails dug into the flesh and scratched a path along the side before she came back up with a soothing rub, almost as if she were apologizing for the pain.

Good fun. But the finger at Alix’s pussy? That was doing the real work. This was a sexfight, so it was precisely where she needed to be. As dangerous as the smother was, she had to focus on what was important in a hentai match: getting that orgasm, getting the win. She could already tell that would be the biggest challenge for her career as a sex fighter, just learning to hold back and not indulge. People often snubbed women in their league, and called them glorified prostitutes, but the level of self-control you needed was unreal. Zen-like, even.

Dizzy was eager, but that could have been a better substitute for experience, which Alix had in spades. Just when it felt like her fingers were making some headway, the woman switched tacts on her - now she was getting flipped around, manipulated, taken for a ride on the bed. Her opponent moved with the kind of controlled ease that only came from years of refinement, a deftness you couldn't teach. It was the kind of honed movement her mother had shown her from wrestlers who’d been doing the technical style for decades, and it left the tiny Italian wrapped, trapped, with nowhere to go.

Not the worst thing to be lying on, though. God, Alix’s body was amazing.

”Ah, fuck-” She gasped, a breathless sigh, as that wild tongue assaulted her ear. ”There’s not a whole lot you could do that I wouldn’t like, pretty sure.” Her hips thrust upwards, trying to grind against Alix’s foot without asking her brain for permission. ”You got me. What comes next?”

Even the way Alix laughed had changed, from a sweet giggle to a something darker. The sound of a huntress who knew she had her meal firmly within her clutches. If this were a scene, this would be the part where Dizzy would be facing some punishment for her failure to keep her urges in check. Hell, maybe she still would after this was over. She seems like she might be into that kind of thing. But for now, she would simply move her foot and shut down the Italian's unauthorized indulgence.

She wondered if Dizzy had picked up on what just happened here, even if it was only in the back of her mind right now. Realized just how easily the tide of a match can turn, from the opponent getting in the lion's share of the offense physically to being where she is now:

Writhing in her embrace. Radiating heat like a sauna, and aching, with her lithe body acting against her brain's authority in an attempt to quell the flames.

"You got me."

Practically a submission right there. Obtained with...well, with a helping of good technique and a size advantage, yes, but ultimately, reaching out and touching the mind. Coaxing her weaknesses out into the open and striking at them with surgical precision. Putting her desires right in their face.

Literally.

Time to make it official. Show her how it's done.

"'I submit.' Just two little words." The arm that was restraining Dizzy's moved so her hand could touch down on her smooth stomach. It would wander from there, drinking in her form. The perspiration of her heated flesh. Its southward travels would lead it to a quick gander underneath her shorts. "Say them for me." The words were almost whispered into her ear. A siren's call to join her in the deep waters.

Her fingers slid right underneath to explore a little further....

Then lift up, stretching her bottoms as her hand floated just above her needy sex...

If Dizzy were to try to establish contact, Alix would play a game of keep away with her, using her legs to shut down the movement of her hips if she happened to get a little too close. Biting her lip to stifle a teasing laugh all the while.

It came, it saw, and out the building her hand would go, to see what the north had to offer. The hand that clutched Dizzy's neck would move to her chin, turning her head so Alix could look her deep in the eyes. Pierce right on through to her very soul with the unshaken confidence and adamant promise that only one who's done it all could convey.

Men, women, trans, futanari, and so forth...All the way from her high school days, in the ring and out, from shy and inexperienced nerds to porn stars over a hundred shoots deep in their careers to champion competitors, she's had them all screaming her name. "You do that for me..." She would say as her hand snaked underneath her bra... "And..." Kneaded a waiting breast.

"I will show you pleasure beyond anything in your wildest, dirtiest dreams."

Right away, from the moment she came into LAW, she knew what her biggest ‘problem’ was going to be - she loved, loved, loved getting beat up. At least, she did when the right woman was doing it.

She’d always loved to be the one getting done to in sex, the submissive one - or the one who appeared to be that way. Some people just liked to lie back and take it, acting like being on the bottom meant being passive, but she took it as an opportunity to drive her ladies wild. Her size let her play the innocent schoolgirl better than most, let them think they were pulling the string when, really, she was the one pressing their buttons, getting everything she wanted out of the experience. And there was just nothing better than having some big girl’s body over her own, heaving and kissing and smothering…

She’d only been in LAW a little while now, and she’d already gotten that experience a couple of times, with the promise of many more. Her cup runneth over.

Dizzy’s Spotify had moved on with autoplay, slipping over to…ah,

, it had been a good while since she’d heard that one. It went well enough with the movement - fast-paced, light and flirty, fun but dark, a perfect match for the woman on top of her, driving her wild. Dizzy tried to move a little underneath the black beauty, but she shut down those notions forthwith, using her luscious legs to keep her under control. She wasn’t going anywhere Alix didn’t want her to, was doing nothing she didn’t allow.

Pleasure beyond anything in her wildest, dirtiest dreams? Dizzy doubted that was possible. Not a knock on Alix, but she had no idea how kinky her imagination could get, and there was only so much any one woman could do to match up against the hottest orgies that haunted her late hours. But she was making a good go of it, bringing that hand to her breasts, slipping between her legs, giving her much and offering so much more. It was crazy how pleasure could drive you wilder than pain if you used it correctly. Alix controlled Dizzy like she’d read an instruction manual.

Did she want submission? She would get it. Dizzy fought for a moment, made a struggle out of it, threw her head back and let out a low moan before she brought it back to the covers and moaned. But there was no stopping what was coming, in the end.

”Mi sottometto.” Dizzy closed her eyes and let it slip, a whisper that barely came over the music. ”I submit.”

"You're Never Gonna Get It"? Alix couldn't help but get in a few chuckles. It was almost as though her playlist had become an active spectator.

More credit to Dizzy: She put up a fight. Alix offered no more words to try to convince her not to, wanting to see how long it would last. Maybe she'd find another way to surprise her?

The brunette would squirm and squirm. It was fun to watch and listen to the frustration building as this sexy little game of Keep Away extended on. When it brought her head back onto the bed, she could feel it. Dizzy was approaching her wits end.

Just a little bit more...

"Mi sottometto." The words came out quietly. So quietly, Alix had half a mind to pretend that she hadn't heard them. And then she repeated herself in English, a little louder this time. It seemed as though she'd acquired the power of telepathy for just that moment.

And so her sadistic impulse would remain just that. "Bonne fille." With an index finger and thumb on Dizzy's chin, she guided the younger woman's head to face her, eyes full of desire staring deep into hers before she leaned in to give her a hot, passionate kiss. There was more that she needed to say, but they could return to business later. Right now? She had a promise to keep...


What a night. It was one of those that had the mind repeating it.

Dirty. Scandalous. But a potential encore would be one she'd have a hard time saying no to.

Dizzy was definitely one to look out for.

While she slept, Alix hopped into the shower. And after drying off and donning another silk robe, got started on breakfast.

Dizzy couldn't feel her right arm. She’d gone to sleep on top of it, somehow, and cut off circulation to it, so now there was only this stinging, numbing feeling as the proper amount of blood rushed through the proper vessels and sensation returned.

Her neck hurt a little, too. Not a new thing. Sometimes she got a little wild, threw her head too hard, knocked a few bones out of whack. She’d borrow her mother’s muscle cream, try and rub it out, that’d make for a fun time.

Oh, and she had a bump on her forehead. Couldn't even remember where that was from.

In short, she felt like crap…or she should’ve. Somehow, despite all of that and a rising headache, Dizzy still felt like a million euros.

She came to on the bed, squirming about as the sunlight peeked through the windows, the flickers of light cascading over her naked body. She wasn’t sure where her clothes had gotten off to, but she could worry about those later. For now, she was more interested in the noticeable absence of her partner.

Dizzy took a few sniffs and her silent questions were answered quickly - it seemed Alix had gone off to make breakfast, hopefully for two. There was a hint of fresh steam in the air, so she’d likely taken a shower first, and Dizzy would follow suit soon enough..but not before she had a quick pick-me-up.

She slid out of the bed and made her way across the hotel room, her tiny feet gliding across the shag carpet as she came up behind Alix. Her working arm reached out and a soft hand made its way up Alix’s thigh, as she leaned in to press her lips against the black beauty’s neck. ”Morning, belle. How are we feeling?”

"♪Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-diddleh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-diddleh-duh! Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-diddleh-duh-dudu...♪" Singing was a habit of Alix's while she cooked. A pleasant way to help pass the time. In consideration of her company, she refrained from playing the song and kept her singing down. "♪Sitting in my class, just drifting awaaay...!♪" She'd still get a little groove going. Not really a dance; she had too many accidents as a kid for that.

The sizzling of their meal masked Dizzy's exit of the bedroom. ♪Staring into the windows of the worrrld! Yeah!♪" And even without it, she would've had to be actively listening to pick up her ultralight footsteps. "♪I can't hear the teacher, his books don't call me at aaalll! I don't see the bad boys trying to catch some play, 'cause I-♪"

She remained unaware of the brunette's presence until she felt her soft hand on her thigh, causing her to jump a little. "Ooh!" And then the lips on her neck.

Ooh, nice! She tilted her neck to allow her better access. "Good morning to you too, sweetie! I'm super!" After letting out a giggle, she'd continue and ask, "Mmm, how are you?"

”-I love your smile.”

Dizzy hummed the rest of the song into Alix’s shoulders as she continued the kiss, pressing up against her and swaying along with the music. She hated to surprise the woman, but the temptation was too much to pass up. One of the benefits of being small was getting to sneak all over the place, she had to make the most of such opportunities when they came.

She nibbled a bit on the offered neck, before she worked up the willpower to back away, though not without a quick pat on the backside. ”Well, let’s see. I met a sex goddess in the gym, came to her hotel, and made love to her for several hours, and now she’s - hopefully - cooking breakfast for the two of us.” She stood on her tiptoes to get a good look at whatever was happening with the sizzling. Smelled good, whatever it was. ”So I’d say I’m doing okay. You know. All right. All things considered. Mid.”

She skipped back, not wanting to get too close to the food while wearing her nothing-at-alls. Force of habit, her mother had warned her about such things. ”Thanks for that, by the way. I know I kind of said thank you in about a hundred ways last night, but yeah…thanks. That was something else.”

Dizzy's recital of the lyrics to her favorite song had Alix smiling from ear to ear. She even hummed in it's tune -- there were no lucky guesses here. She knew this song!

Why, oh why couldn't she be at least two years older?

The goth stopped stirring and prepared herself internally as the Italian got another taste of her, which kept her from flinching as strongly when she happened across that ticklish spot she had on her neck, drawing one laugh from her that was followed by another at the quick smack of her derriere. Sensing that she was done, Alix picked up where she left off at in her preparations, still listening closely as Dizzy recapped everything that happened up until now, packing it nicely into a nutshell.

She blushed at being called a sex goddess. Don't get her wrong, Alix knew she was good. Very good. But such high praise was difficult for her to accept, as nice as it was to hear. Her mind promptly returned to last night when it was brought up. Specifically, the portion where they roleplayed their own version of a scene from the Captivity and Rapture series.

Alix's character in the series, Kimberly, was in the club shaking her ass on the dance floor when this dark, sexy stranger of sorts comes up to her. Alicia. It's clear what she wants; the hunger was right there in her eyes. It was there the first time they eyefucked each other a couple days prior. Kimberly already knew of her, heard of her participation in the BDSM lifestyle. It intrigued her.

Alicia was a lioness on the hunt, and Kimberly was her prey. They gazed into each other's eyes the entire time they danced, which wasn't long. Kimberly was practically hypnotized, the sheer force of her sexuality piercing through and making her like putty in Alicia's hands. They kissed, and it was a done deal.

When they got back to Alicia's place, they couldn't hold it back anymore. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and it was game on. Lips started smacking, tongues wrestled, hands wandered, and clothes flew. They got their start on the nearby couch and fucked their way to the bedroom. Kimberly received the hottest possible introduction to the Domme in Alicia: The dirty talk, the spanking, the choking, the hard pounding when the strap came out...Ooh! She too thanked her in about a hundred ways.

It was a special scene to Alix and Sinthia Diamond. The reason why? Aside from a few details that were changed for entertainment purposes, it was how they met.

They skipped a few parts, kept it in the bedroom, and Alix hadn't gone as hard with the strap-on, but last night, Alix was Sinthia and Dizzy was her twenty-one year old self.

The memories put a warm smile on Alix's face as she finished up with the stirring. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed yourse-" She turned to face Dizzy, being struck silent for half a second at the sight she was met with. She could smell the sex on her, so she knew that she'd come straight out of the bedroom. But she wasn't expecting to see her completely nude.

"Oh, hello."

Not that she minded one bit.

This mushy stuff wasn’t typically Dizzy’s thing. Not even close. In fact, most times in a scenario like this, she would’ve already slipped out of the door, vaporizing like the morning mist before her lover woke up. She was the type that liked to keep her one-night stands in the one-night, not wanting to overcomplicate things. When you stayed in the morning, it tended to give her lovers the impression that she was open to the prospect of making things serious, which she rarely was. She’d grown up on the road, traveling city to city, always one step behind her mother. She wasn’t crazy about the idea of any relationship, much less about one with someone in a country that she might visit once a year, if she was lucky.

But this was different. Alix was different. That night had been a spiritual experience, something she was struggling to put into accurate words. She couldn't even remember all of it, like a dream she had just woken up from, memories fading in the darkness. Instead, what lingered most were feelings - elation, freedom, joy. Every orgasm had left her shivering, every kiss made her crave for more, every touch was like electricity on her skin, spreading out and leaving her numb.

It was rapture, and as corny as she knew she sounded, she couldn't resist the urge. She had to acknowledge this wonder woman she’d been lucky to share a bed with.

She breathed deep, satisfied, as Alix turned about and got a good look at her, probably the first time she’d seen her in good light. Dizzy just shrugged, not the least bit shy with her form, what little there was. She was flat-chest, skinny little imp and she knew it, but she made up for it in the bedroom with raw energy, and she was willing to bet that Alix would agree on that point.

”Hello, yourself.” She stepped back and winked as she put her arms to the side. ”Sorry, I know, hygiene and everything. I’ll freshen up and we can eat and I’ll get out of your hair.” She reached over and wrapped one curled around her finger. ”Your lovely, lovely hair.”