Behemoths Clash! Rindra vs Lonel Thompson

[KibaBodaway]

No rope breaks

Win via belly to belly submission or K.O.

Rindra stepped out onto the walkway sauntering out confidently wearing a smug grin ear to ear, her music blaring as lights danced around and filled the walkway, with her arms outstretched in both directions Rindra took in whatever mix of cheers or boo's she received in stride. The tall woman was excited for today, although she preferred simply crushing other dragons of any weight class and taking ownership of them she couldn't deny her eagerness to get in the ring and body one of LAW's regular wrestlers in a official match, heavyweight or not Rindra was fully confident she could toss this girl around the ring like a ragdoll if she desired.

Before reaching the apron Rindra stopped turned to one of the camera's and flashed a toothy grin whilst groping herself for a few seconds, breasts mashing together and giving that poor cameraman a perfect view of Rindra's deep, suffocating cleavage, finally she turned back to the ring grabbed hold of the ropes and hoisted herself up, throwing her leg over and stepping into the ring, she did a lap of the ring, adding a lil more sway in her step for the audience, before finally sliding into her corner and relaxing against the turnbuckle, watching for her opponent to step into the ring.

[LunarOcean]

Ionel's theme, some blaring rock number accompanied by obnoxiously bright and loud fireworks, heralded the appearance of a woman who seemed to be the inverse of the curvacious reptilian woman. From afar Ionel looked smaller, lacking the sheer weight or even voluptuousness of of her opponent. Yet even a cursive glance revealed something more of the form first silhouetted against the titantron's glare and now illuminated by flashing, ephemeral lights. Raw muscle, forged like iron and likely as hard, all but shone in the afterglow of the fireworks and the gaze of searchlights. Rindra's curves and massive breasts looked loose and fleshy; Ionel lacked the curves and in their place was the rigid armour of a body well worked in the gym and the ring. Even her tits for all their size were perky and teardrop shaped, seemingly as perked up as the rest of the grinning giant's body.

A grin that for all intents and purposes, seemed to signify hunger as much as it did cocksure arrogance. As she casually pulled the ropes up with a single hand, moving in with broad, deliberate stride her gaze rarely left Rindra. For Ionel, Rindra was the first true giant she had seen. She was a woman she knew could crush her beneath her realm of curves as she could mold her into cumming paste against her indomitable body-wall. It was not mere lustfulness behind her expression but anticipation of a great battle; one that might break both their bodies and the ring that would be the site of this mutual torture.

She did not even seem to pay attention to the ref, openly licking her lips as she swaggered over the to the centre of the ring and put a hand near her mouth with an obvious, open yawn drawing a chorus of gasps from the crowd. She didn't stop there. While Ionel was somewhat arrogant, she wasn't maliciously so and she had the feeling Rindra knew smack talk was part of the job.

"Lemme guess, they feed you a few underweight waifs every few days, you break'em, bring'em home, and wait for the next batch huh?" Ionel spoke, her tone casual or even nonchalant. Arms on her hips and a light sway as she approached Rindra, she casually rubbed her tits against hers. Even if she was confident she'd have Rindra cumming submissively against those same tits, she had a respect for giantesses like herself. It's not like she hadn't tamed many smaller women and kept them as prizes. "I gets the feeling you ain't had a real meal in quite some time~"

It was an ice breaker. She wondered if Rindra was like hers; using to taking what she defeated and enjoying it at her leisure.

[KibaBodaway]

"Rindra barely even flinched as those massive tits collided against her own, earning a good amount of squish and jiggle from both parties, she simply shot Ionel a wide grin, happily returning the brazen display pressing herself back against Ionel until their abs were pressed against one another. to two being locked together so tightly resulted in their huge bosums eating up their outfits, their impressive chests squished slid and spilled out against one another back and forth until all that was on display was deep cleavage. Taking things a step further Rindra ran her hands over Ionels hips and gave the girls lovely rump a firm smack! letting it bounce and wobble much to the crowds approval before returning her hands back to her own hips to match Ionels pose.

"Oh? and what makes you think you'll be anything more than a entrée for me, I was hoping for someone worth my time. Not some lanky loud mouth dressed in her weekend stripper uniform."

Rindra didn't back off and locked eyes with Ionel, flashing her a toothy smile, Rindra began pushing Ionel with her body alone in a offer of a test of strength, forcing Ionel a good distance back towards to centre of the ring, abs grinding on each other as the dragoness' hips swayed and their clashing bust's wobbled and slid over every inch of the others, this giantess dragon refusing to back down or give this woman an inch. The both of them already clashing before the bell had even rung, even Rindra paid the ref no mind in this, she was eager to flatten Ionel and turn her into nothing more then her new plaything.

[LunarOcean]

"Lanky? You come jiggling around with that much junk in the trunk and you call me lanky?" Ionel's eyebrow twitched. She could not say she wasn't being hypocritical but to her credit, she had not made a direct comment about Rindra's body type. Ionel knew she would be a tough egg to crack; her breasts were certainly larger but denser? She casually mushed hers in them, testing to see how deep her own (far from being "small" by any reasonable margin) could sink... and how well Rindra would keep her composure.

Ionel's tits had a very particular teardrop like shape and like her body, they were less soft and plushy, more firm and dense. Rindra's almost swallowed her, blanketing them in savory pleasure but her will as as resolute as her flexing biceps, raised to shoulder levels as she casually power posed to Rindra, biceps pumping as she made it clear there was nothing to underestimate there either.

A smack against her tight tush, butt jiggling a little before tightening as her posterior muscles tightened as well. She hadn't gone through all those exercises she learned on instagram for nothing!

It was not long before they were back in the centre but muscles were already meeting muscles. Rindra's belly would encounter a hyper-frictious, impressively bumpy row of abdominal muscles, scraping against her opponent's musculature in broad and sweeping motions. Ionel's body seemed to sway, almost unsteadily, yet there was a gradual deliberation here. With her hands gripping Rindra's, she steadied herself with flexing thighs, using the leverage to shift her body left and right. From above, it could be viewed as her belly-button "drawing" a semi-circle in terms of the way she moved.

The bottom of this circle of course would be where her belly rubbed against the hardest and sunk in the deepest. It was the point of maximum friction, maximum arousal, maximum pressure, but also maximum information. Information as she was feeling Rindra's abs wtih her own - feeling where she would flex, the kind of muscles she had, how hard she had to press through her curves before she tasted her muscle, and where she might be sensitive. She had a little trick to play; mid semi-circle scrub, she'd nudge her belly forward at its lowest point, aiming to smooth around at the lowest set of Rindra's abs; a little nudging and teasing arousal, but one with each grind would hopefully cause a great, tingly warmth and arousal to arise.

Yet Ionel was doing more. She would also attempt to pull both their arms outwards before pushing her wrists forwards; not to completely overpower Rindra (something she was sure she could do) but to show off herself. Her biceps would attempt to be pushed against Rindra's, their flexing bulk rubbing almost affectionately over hers while Ionel made a teasing puckering of her lips, almost as if offering to kiss the curvier woman. Yet it was but an arrogant show of power; her biceps were hard and unbending, clearly daring Rindra to show if she had that same power.

Ionel's strategy overall was a push. Not an immediate charge but one that built up with momentum. With each grind and nudge of her abs, she'd attempt to push forward a bit harder, arms pumping forth under the guise of trying to brush biceps together, tits pushing deeper into the mush of Rindra's, her perking tits mashing outwards a bit less and less the stiffer and harder they got. She would try to push until Rindra was maybe five and a half feet from the ropes; then she would rear back and flex her abs hard, harder than she had initially, to prepare them for a rough belly to belly smack!