L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

In her current state, Sophia was in no position to defend herself. Her system had barely managed to flush the drugs from her form, and the ailments from the previous night along with all its exhaustions were set heavily into her limbs. Whatever guard she had mustered was decimated when Lola approached from behind, coming to shove her from behind. Already on shaking legs, they could not withstand the sudden rush of momentum, sending Sophia tumbling down towards the ground. She landed upon the lush carpet somewhat awkwardly; clashing shoulders first against the couch she had been commanded to approach.

She winced in pain, trying to scramble upwards on depleted energy, too sluggish and slow to respond to what came next, only to feel the form of Lola clash against her own. She was barely on her knees, with the impact launching her back to collapse against the couch with Lola managing to position upon her as she landed deftly. By now, her long and luxurious gown had been undone at the large strap around her hips, leaving the front opened to exposed revealing underwear barely coating the chest and pelvis of Lola’s voluptuous figure, with her gown sliding from one of her shoulders to leave it bare.

The woman was mounted upon her hips, those long bare and dangerous legs once more encircled in a deadly grip around Sophia’s waist. Sophia gasped out in a quiet and exhausted fashion, the firm lock causing instant discomfort against her tested and strained lower back. Sophia fell back against the thick cushions as Lola came down upon her, coming to press her barely concealed chest over her own, whilst her lips feverishly began to pepper and kiss longingly against the side of Sophia’s neck in a fashion that would make a vampire blush. Sophia groaned out, feeling those legs begin to coil tighter around her, whilst the moans of Lola echoed from both her own lips and from the clip that played in the background, as if a pair of lovers were present alongside them.

Sophia tried to push against Lola… but in her current state, Lola was simply too strong for her. Sophia could only writhe within her grip, unable to slip away, trapped upon her back whilst her tormentor began to squeeze her straining waist and core with an all too familiar vice like grip that Sophia was quickly coming to fear and dread.
“N… no. Wait…” Sophia whispered, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Lola was solely focused upon what she desired, and right now that was Sophia’s alluring form itself. A prize… her own prize…

As Lola descended on Sophia and claimed her body, she couldn't help but muse on what did this so well for her. It wasn’t simply that the German was hot - she could’ve gone to clubs all over Tokyo and brought home any woman she wanted. Maybe even two, if she was lucky. It wasn’t just that she got off on crushing people between her thighs, though that was certainly some part of the equation. No, she could’ve done that to just about anyone, anywhere, anytime, so long as she was smart. LAW’s gyms were rife with gullible rookies who7 could fall into her trap.

No, what she craved most about this, what truly did it for her, was the game. The thrill. Anyone could physically beat someone, that was common in wrestling. But besting them without throwing a single punch? Submission without submission holds? Oh, that was her cup of tea. Or coffee, rather.

She descended on Sophia and draped over her like a cloth, enveloping the smaller woman, wrapping her up tight, pressing into her with encroaching thighs, claiming her body like it was her personal property…because it was. Every inch, every part, every golden strand of hair belonged to Lola, her toy to do with as she pleased, and there wasn’t a single thing the woman could do about it.

”Hm. No waiting.” She huskily replied in between kisses, as she savored Sophia’s soft and supple skin. ”Relax. Enjoy. You can’t stop this, so you might as well.” She muttered sweet nothings into her lover’s ear as thighs continued to swell, pressing further into the woman’s body and compressing her lungs.