Tap Out, Knock Out, Fap Out - Tsuki-hime vs Linh Vuong

Azami's predicament getting worse by each passing seconds, as Linh not only tendering her scissored leg, but also teasing around the nether region without really touching her crotch. Her rubbed thigh almost felt like jelly already, and the feeling would soon begin to spread throughout her body. Azami could only moan and groan depending on which treatment the blonde gave her, her head slightly rolled back.

Up there, her breast was also subject to Linh's sensual torment, squashed by the pair of firm orbs around it, sometimes getting slightly twisted too. This was something relatively new even for her, and the sensation was almost mind numbing. Then came the kiss. It didn't last too long, but still enough to distract her will to resist even further. This girl definitely knew what she was doing, and she was damn good at that!

"Oohh...! Noo...!" she protested, although her voice didn't sound so sincerely.

The princess knew that if this kept up, it'd only a matter of minutes until her resistance crumbled. She need to do something. Anything that could give her a chance to escape even if it's only a flicker. The spot between her legs already getting dampened from all the teasing she received...

With a weak groan, Azami tried to slip an arm free from Linh's grasp. Not much she could with it, but it's better than having nothing at your disposal. Her plan was to smack her opponent in the face as hard as she could, hoping that it would allow her to release her other arm so she could squeeze one of the blonde's breasts to persuade the girl loosening her hold. She would keep one of her hands available for defensive measure, because her effort would be pointless if Linh managed to grab her arms again.

Were her pains pleasured or pained? Linh couldn't put a finger on it so she decided to further investigate. Up and down she rubbed her capturing boobs, working over Azami's breast until it was nice and firm, just like her's. The squeezing grew tighter on both leg and tit, with Linh's thigh-on-thigh rubbing growing more frictious. While she wouldn't classify herself as a sadist, it was really hard not to feel some sense of validation and control by how Azami cried out. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned forth to grace her lips with a hard kiss before licking at her neck and collar bone.

Her reverie was broken when a hand flew right into her face, eliciting a pained cry. Linh's head and grip were thrown off and it was clear what had happened; she must have gotten distracted enough by her own hold to present an opening. Mentally cursing at herself, she let out a longer, high pitched gasp as Azami proceded to grope her! Already erect from all the rubbing, her breast were more sensitive now. They felt like ripe fruit molding to an external hand, bathed in oily sweat. Now it was her turn to sing.

However, she still had the grip on Azami's leg.

Attempting to shove away her hand, she would throw herself back, attempting to focus solely on a leg lock now. It was the same leg she'd tormented earlier and if she put a bit more pain (and pleasure), perhaps she could take her over the line!

Her slap seemed to make the opening she needed, and Azami managed to free her other arm as well to squeeze Linh's breast. She didn't seem to do enough damage, however, as the blonde retaliated by focusing on her leg, drawing another cry from the princess. This couldn't end well for her could it? Azami refused to be subdued for now, though. While she's never really the type who cared about her results too much, she didn't want to make it so easy for the rookie.

"Augghhh...!" groaning in pain, Azami would attempt to wiggle her leg that wasn't caught in the scissor, while using her hands to deal with Linh's own for a distraction. "Not giving... yet..."

Should she able to do that, the princess would try to swing her heel onto the blonde's shoulder or arm, hoping to cause more pain to her opponent, hoping that it'd be enough to make her let go. Otherwise, she might have to try kicking the girl in the face...

It had to end soon, that was for sure!

Azami's cry of pain made her push herself harder. Squeezing the leg even tighter, her thighs having easily overwhelmed Azamis's, she combined it with a mighty pull to hurt not only her leg but also greatly stress were it connected with her thighs! Wrapping her arms around the leg, she squished it between her breasts, clamping on like a human door-lock! Azami sent a few kicks her way, desperate blows powered moreso by frantic fear than calculated force and she grunted as she pulled back an arm, the other trying to punch the leg away!

However, her thighs remained in control. That might not be enough however!

Grunting, she pulled Azami's leg up further, rubbing their inner thighs together harder... and landing her own flexing thigh right outside her crotch.

This time however, she wasn't teasing but clearly rubbing it up and down on it, all at the same time twisting her leg by the foot outwards! Submission or cum, she was going for it!

Her desperate attempt to free herself by kicking Linh didn't seem to be successful at all. The girl ended up clinging to her thigh, really squeezing it to the point it's starting to get numb. Azami's kicks were softened as well as the result, her strength zapped by those crushing pressure on her caught leg, and she was almost certain that she's only prolonging the inevitable at this stage... Then she felt something between her legs that made her froze for a second.

"Ah!" the rubbing on her crotch elicited a loud moan from her lips, and that's all it took to make her resistance crumbled in instant. "Ooohh! Aahh!"

Her kicking leg flopped to the mat, while her back arching. Her struggle stopped almost completely as the mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming her in a rapid pace. Azami's hands slapped hard on the mat, not tapping, but burying her nails to the canvas as she couldn't hold herself back. An orgasm was coming rapidly at this rate, possibly before she decided to tap in from the pain!

Azami's leg had struggled feebly in the iron grip of Linh's mighty legs but now it was nearly still, giving only token twitches and squirms. That same sense of surrender seemed to have spread to the rest of her body. Once harsh kicks became pitiful at best, like a lover's soft protests before her partner took control. When she coo'd at the sudden stimuli, Linh knew that another door had been opened. So close they already were; now, it was time to take those final steps.

Linh considered saying something lustful and suggestive but it was drowned out over the roaring crowd. Instead, she threw back her hair, momentarily posing and giving them a suggestive wink. The response was positively deafening, turning almost into a sonic tidal wave as she pulled the leg up further. However, it wasn't because she wanted to make the leg lock even worse than it already was.

One leg still coiled around that poor and numbed leg, the other separated. And with a single pull, their pussies finally met with a moisty, squishy kiss.

Linh this time had to moan. It wasn't an uncontrolled one - she carefully moderated the pitch and the length, almost like a long intonation. After all, a big part of this type of wrestling was the mind game. Here, she sounded and WAS in control.

She gave her leg another pull, squishing them further together, but this time, rubbed up and down. Her labial lips quivered a little, the very central line that split them rubbing right onto Azami's, before she tensed up and stroked left and right.

"You've been such a fine opponent tonight~" She purred, 'pecking' her pussy onto her's before going for another slow press. "Now it's my turn to reward you~"

However, her single leg squeezed on Azami's still captured right leg, giving her a little bit of pain to remind her that she was Linh's tonight.

The roaring of the crowds seemed to fall as echoes on Azami's ears as she could only heard her own moaning at the moment. The numbing pressure on her thigh seemed to be loosened a bit, although that could just be her limb finally giving up. She sure hoped that she could still walk after this! She felt the other girl's womanhood pecked her own soon after, and all her concern seemed to be replaced by nothing but lust. Unlike Linh's moaning, Azami's was loud and uncontrolled.

By the time the blonde began to rub her sex against the princess', Azami humped back weakly according to Linh's rhythm, her arousal shot up so high she couldn't care less about how submissive she might look to the crowds. To be fair, the blonde wasn't the first person who managed to break her like this anyways. The pain from the light squeeze on her leg only seemed to feed her submissive side even more, and it didn't take too long until her body starting to stiffen for a bit.

"Aaahhhhh!" the stimulation was finally too much for Azami, her juices leaking through her fundoshi under her robe as she began to hump on Linh's sex again, her head rolled back while her eyes closed, tears gathering on the corners.

The defeated princess slumped back to the mat afterwards, breathing in and out heavily as she limped out. Her arms spread on her sides, her eyes half opened. The bell rang to signal the end of the match and Azami's defeat, but Azami seemed like she's still lost in the blissful state she had when she came.

"Ooohhh..."

In spite of feeling her body lock up like a stick, the match didn't end in a "bang" like she'd expected. The warmth was there, inferna in their nethers, and she felt that vital fluid almost burning against her sweaty, impatient pussy. The way Azami's moans turned into such a warm backdrop and her own pants felt like they echoed in her head - all of this was so familiar.

So it was only when she realized that Azami's movements had more or less stopped, that it was finally over. Slowly, she raised her upper body, nipples clearly poking up against her bra, to see a small puddle between their crotches.

She smiled and began to straighten out her bck. The referee lady came to offer a hand but she waved her away. She'd gotten off this match fairly easy - just a few light stinging bruises but all in all, it had been rather in her favour. The crowd's cheers she honestly couldn't make out anymore as it'd turned into an indistinguishable cacophony midway through their tribbing. She waved and raised her hand before moving to Azami.

Gently, she put her hands underher shoulders, lifting her to her feet. The girl seemed dazed and in a trance, the scent of raw sex still strong.

Taking one last glance at the crowd, she unexpectedly pulled the girl into a hug. It was erotic, that was inevitable, but Linh's embrace was warm and welcoming.

"I'm grateful I could have this match with youuuuu..." She cooed, nuzzling her cheek on her again like a cat. "I'll carry you out to the lockers~"

She wasn't going to ravish or further arouse her. If anything, this was just basic decency.

After all, it was just a sport.

Linh wins via sexual submission.