Rabbit Pancakes (w/Hawthorne)

"This little lapin ambling towards me~" Radmilla giggled at Lia's reaction. In all honesty, a part of her wanted to lift her up, slam her against a nearby pillar, and squash her into mash, but with Aniek watching and her reputation still forming, she felt like she was holding back a tidal wave of desire. Her hands tightened when Lia's met them and she straightened up like a human wall, receiving the excited press of Lia.

Her breasts, as it turned out, weren't that soft. They mashed and spread like a paste, slowly working their way over Radmilla's as they attempted to squash her. However, it was Lia's musculature that had the Czech truly aroused. That smooth runway of a core that flexed, blossoming with power, pressed into her's. It was like she was a puzzle piece and Lia was her complimentary piece! Yet all that showed on her face was an understated confidence.

Letting Lia settle in against her, rubbing abs and breasts, she took a step forward on her knees and Lia's breasts visibly mushroomed out. Her belly stiffened as it pressed into the bunny girl's, forcing her muscles to harden in response or be crushed by the redhead goddess. Yet she was holding back overall; she wanted to let Lia think she was resisting the sultry goddess, before squishing her flat and comfy!

Lia gave Radmilla a playfully indignant look, "I'll little lapin you!" But her look faded into her game face quite quickly as she moved in. "Has anyone told you your accent is kinda hot?"

Radmilla was not joking, though. There was hardly a part of this Czech that was soft. Lia's chest mashed into Radmilla's, spreading over the resistance of the European's firm body. It was when their abs met that Lia knew this woman meant business. Every inch of Radmilla's considerable height was packed with an even more considerable show of muscle. Radmilla's unyielding core practically radiated power. As they tested each other, build against build, Lia's smile widened as the thrill of challenging Radmilla's impressive physique sent a tingle up and down her spine.

Radmilla pressed the attack, and Lia pursed her lips, her core tightening in response, a murmur of effort in her throat as she fought back against the comely amazon, trying to drive her back. "I think you've done this before, haven't you?" Lia suspected, deep down, that Radmilla was toying with her. The thought did not bother her that much. Somewhere along the line, about when she had challenged two amazons at what they were best at, Lia realized she was not really playing this to win. Winning would have been awesome, of course, and she was going to make Radmilla fight tooth and nail for every inch, but Lia already guessed the odds were not in her favor going in.

"And your little ears are just so cute. If I was ten years younger, I'd be cuddling you like a kitten." Radmilla's voice rose a little, hinting that maybe once upon a time she wasn't an oversized Bond girl with an accent thicker than a mountain.

As Lia smushed up against her, Radmilla pressed out her body, not so much striking a defensive posture as straight-up posing. Her hands lay on her hips and she flaunted her immense breasts proudly, flexing her abdominal muscles into a steely welcoming committee. Lia's body mashed admirably into her's; her breasts were quite firm and while they mashed harder into her's, spreading a womanly warmth, she could feel the resistance and toughness they hid beeneath their generous surface. Her abs weren't anything to shirk at either! Less bumpy and more understated than the Czech's, Lia's seeped and soldiered across her own, practically a tummy-to-tummy kiss.

If the ear weren't cute enough, Lia's girlish reaction to the expected resistance nearly made her melt inside. She giggled a little, bumping abs like little taps as the creases of the bunny tummy turned into solid ridges, pressuring her own. It was impressive, her resolve and her body but she was right about one thing.

"I have... yes..." Slowly, Radmilla moved forward, unimpeded by the younger girl's efforts. "I have faced many pretenders to my throne~"

In a single movement equal parts graceful and powerful, Radmilla surged, strong enough to push Lia off her knees and further into Radmilla. Falling forwards, there was an audible sound of compressing air and slapping skin as Radmilla's full frontal weight fell onto the bunny. The breasts were the initial points of impacts, with gravity, weight, density and size turning Radmilla's into boulders that bore down into Lia's, flattening and enveloping them. And it was a very hard enveloping; the Slav's breasts were not the squishy type so it too a lot of force to make them spread!

Yet she was holding back a little, merely dock-pinning Lia. Her legs had spread out over her thighs and she rested her arms against the inside of her elbows. A smirk played across her features; she was holding more in store but for now, she was practically posing upon Lia. She didn't press in with her tummy oddly enough.

"If I were ten years younger, I'd BE a kitten." Lia winked playfully even as she struggled to drive Radmilla back.

The Czech amazon may as well have been a mountain of sheer muscle. Lia entertained the thought, even as her own potent (And totally totally awesome) midriff struggled against Radmilla's taut wall of muscle, that were this a proper match, if she were standing, in the right position, she surely, SURELY could take this woman by surprise and lift her right off her feet.

But down here, she did not have that leverage. The only way out was overcoming Radmilla's strength... a strength she slowly began to demonstrate, driving her back and then in a swift, practiced move, sweeping Lia up and driving her to the mat. "Kff!" Radmilla's ample chest was tough on equal ground. With gravity and speed on their side, they flattened Lia's chest, driving the air from the bunny girl. "Gah!" Lia yelped. She recovered from her shock and quickly realized that there was no secondary impact there. Radmilla had kept her full weight suspended just above Lia, a veritable sexy Sword of Damocles just waiting to fall. Lia returned Radmilla's smirk, (Although the impact of that throw was still plainly visible on Lia's face.) as she tried to fight back and overturn Radmilla. Likely fruitlessly from this position and with her limbs properly checked by the... well... Czech, but Lia was no quitter. "Oh, is that all?" Lia's coy affectation was as convincing as her smirk, "Did some pillow fall on me? I didn't really feel anything there..."

"-And they all suffered the same fate." Continued Radmilla ominously. As she might have guessed the stomach fell.

There was an audible *thwap!* as core met core but this time from a position of absolute dominance. Yet oddly enough, it felt warm and malleable against Lia's tensed abdomen. Stretching out her limbs straight, the bigger woman settled in over Lia in a full body press, making sure every inch of her body was under the rule of the goddess. If her breasts were dominating before, now they were conquering with their weight and density. Lia was tough but no doubt she'd be feeling the pressure as Radmilla forced down her upper body, pasting Lia's breasts as they spread out beneath them. Her own were starting to disperse, mushrooming outwards like a ball being put under great pressure. She shook a little, her nipples scraping against Lia's.

With her belly seemingly flattening against the smaller girl's, Lia might have felt like she was in control. All of that changed in a few seconds when Radmilla flexed. The sudden rush of volume and power felt like a punch to the belly as two mighty bodies competed for space and control! Radmilla's were like hot and molten rock, warm from their prior dockings but now it was a one woman avalanche that was forcing its way onto her tummy. She did not quite have the "hill bumps" associated with body builders, resembling something akin to a mountain with its top shaved off, flattened but still possessing curved line-like ridges that nicked and caught against Lia's roughly. It was like a half complete set of puzzles pieces attempting to lock into one another and it was only going to make both of them tighter.

Additional tightness, that when combined with the crushing force, was only going to further force Lia to flex and try to hold back the crushing force reducing her body to a pancake. Even down below Radmilla had closed her legs, trapping Lia between them and those sensual monster thighs. If she tried to kick, she'd be rewarded with a warning squeeze that only hinted at the bone-bending power contained within. This left her free to merely press her mound onto the younger woman's. She did not rub about, merely squishing into it with an imperious force, content to let her know her more matured anatomy was superior.

All the while, she looked at her with the contented expression of one who knew she had already won the battle.

Lia could not contain the grunt when Radmilla brought all of her strength to bear on the bunny girl. Radmilla was built tough, a body honed through years of practice. Lia was no slouch herself, but against the Czech's she could get no reprieve. Lia huffed out softly as her breasts were crushed by Radmilla's, her nipples dancing across Lia's own in a display of dominance.

Lia fought back with her own abs, trying to grind her way to some control. But all that changed when Radmilla's abs tightened with frightful force and speed. Radmilla was rewarded with another pained huff from Lia's lips. If it felt like a punch, Lia reacted as though she had been punched. She fought back, tightening her own belly up to try to avoid being completely overwhelmed by the Czech's fearsome build.

Lia moved to try to gain some leverage, but a few squeezes of Radmilla's powerful thighs delivered the message just fine. Her womanhood drove into Lia's once her legs steadied, eliciting yet another murmur from Lia's lips.

For all of these assaults, the bunny girl's face clearly showed the signs of stress, but she fought to keep her smirk on. "Psh... my covers are rougher than this."

Now this was a good pressing! Most of the one sided squashings Radmilla had involved herself in involved rather soft young girls, just starting to develop more womanly muscle but all equally helpless before her hard body. But Lia? She was resisting her, even if only just. A wall of muscle and breast welcomed her, not insurmountable as the slowly compacting outer layers showed, but resistant. She let out a pleasured sigh as a row of well maintain abdominals bumped into her's like docking ports, making her tighten in return and press all the harder. She could feel the desperate breaths in her tummy and feel it buckling under her belly's power. Leaning forward just so slightly, her back arched in with flaring muscles, shaking as she renewed her squashing.

Her breasts being satisfied with their advance, lightened up and setled, weight and size alone combining with a decreased degree of force. However, they were mushroomed over her chest, nearly enveloping Lia's. Up close they resembled two mushroom heads trying to kiss and smush into one another, with one all but wrapping over and enveloping the other. All the while her pointed nipples poked coldly into Lia's, making it clear a chest based attrition match was going to end in her favour.

Radmilla smiled at her words before placing her cheek on Lia, pushing her head to the side and laying in it comfortably. Her whole body suddenly flexed as if tightened by inviisble strings and Lia would feel as if the equivalent of a hurricane force wind had dropped onto Radmilla's back. There was a sound like *thruwp!* but it was only audible because the source of all the tightening muscle was right on top of her! Grabbing her elbows and tightening her legs, Radmilla truly began a powerful pancaking press, the matt around her bending as Lia was sunk in. Abs now turned to steel as Radmilla fully flattened the bunny while Lia's chest would explode with ecstasy, Radmilla's giant breasts steadily advancing downwards unto a pair that would likely be mush soon. Even her legs would not be spared as the scissor-crushing trapped them between jaw-like pillars of power.