Baptism by Hentai

It was move and countermove, as both oil-covered beauties worked to outmaneuver each other. Nazaria was thrown back into the ropes by Agatha's clothesline, but quickly grabbed onto her opponent's arm to swing her around and throw her into the ropes, as well. Nazaria would try to keep a hold on Agatha's wrists to keep her close, but that would soon backfire, as Agatha pushed right into her, forcing Nazaria to backpedal until her back hit the corner.

"Nnn..." Nazaria would grunt, as she felt her oiled back slipping and sliding against the leather covering of the turnbuckle, her opponent still pushing against her. Nazaria would let go of Agatha's wrists and instead bring her hands up to the duchess's shoulders, shoving hard as she would try to match strength against strength and bully her way out of the corner.

Agatha grinned as her plan began to work, watching and feeling as Nazaria’s beautiful body was pushed into the corner, and Nazaria’s hands removed themselves from her wrists. However, she found her shoulders being pushed against as she had finally pushed her opponent into the corner, finding herself be pushed back, getting closer and closer to the center of the ring, the oil on their bodies only making them

“Uuu. . .” Agatha made her own grunts, albeit more sensual sounding ones. To counteract the pushing, she placed her own hands in the Succubi’s shoulders, and pushed back, hoping to push her back into the corner. At the same time, if possible, she tried to move her body closer towards Nazaria’s, so that the two’s oily, lovely bodies would connect, in particular their breasts and groins.

Nazaria pushed hard against Agatha’s shoulders, and she was able to start forcing the duchess back. It was difficult to keep a good grip on the noblewoman’s shoulders with all the oil coating both Nazaria’s hands and her foe’s skin, and so she would constantly shift her grip, pushing Agatha again and again, slowly moving them towards the center of the ring. Agatha’s moans had a definite sexual undertone, and that made Nazaria smile.

After a few seconds, the silver-haired beauty started to battle back. She put her hands on Nazaria’s shoulders and started trying to push the blonde back, and, as Nazaria began to let out a few more sexualized moans, as her forward progress was halted. She was forced back one or two steps, but would then plant her feet solidly on the canvas and force herself forward again. Her front met Agatha’s, their breasts compressing against each other, and their crotches bumping together, too, the oil causing the body parts to slide all over each other.

“Mmmrg…” Nazaria would moan, as she would push her chest forward, trying to use it, as well as her hands, in pushing Agatha back.

Agatha pushed back and pushed hard, oil making this task more difficult, but not impossibly so. She found that she hadn’t pushed her back into the corner, but she did accomplish her goal of bumping bodies together. This was where she began to get inventive, a wide smirk running across her face.

She would begin to push with her own chest against Nazaria, attempting to not lose any ground as she planted her own feet down, pushing her own chest forward. She continued this for a few more seconds before revealing her true plan. She moved her arms towards Nazaria’s torso, and began to try and really tighten her feet to the ground, trying not to slip on the oily floor. She then put her arms around the Succubi’s torso, and began to lift her up. Her plan was to Suplex her, hopefully without anything going wrong.

Nazaria saw Agatha’s smirk, and an equally wide, confident smirk appeared on the succubus’s face to match it. This was just the sort of start Nazaria had been hoping for. She wasn’t much for “real” wrestling. She was a hentai practitioner, and wanted to get down to the business of competitive foreplay as soon as was reasonable. This was a good start, grinding their tits together like this, four large orbs compressing against each other, squirming and slipping and sliding in the oil.

Nazaria pushed, and Agatha pushed back. Breasts to breasts, hands holding onto shoulders. Nazaria was about ready to take it even further in that sensual direction when Agatha struck first, going the opposite direction. Nazaria wasn’t a professional wrestler, and could not prepare herself before Agatha began to lift her up.

“Gah!” Nazaria gasped, slapping at Agatha’s shoulders and back with both hands as the duchess prepared to suplex her.

Agatha’s smirk widened as she saw that she had caught Nazaria off guard. She knew the Succubus was expecting something a little more sexual, and while Agatha would’ve loved to oblige her, she was still thinking pragmatically for the moment. Thus she tried to keep a good grip on the lovely Succubus as she continued to lift her, her back now beginning to bend as she began to truly perform her suplex.

“You know what they say Nazaria!.” She shouted as she held her in the apex of her inevitable suplex. “What comes up must come down!” She yelled once more as she finally began to drop her onto the mat, letting the Succubi's body slowly slip from her grasp.

Nazaria had been very turned on when she had seen Agatha. She had been turned on when they began this match, growing more aroused as they applied the oil, helped each other rub it in, then began to tussle, grappling in such a way that one would be hard-pressed not to call it foreplay.

The suplex stopped that growing sense of arousal in its tracks. The surprise and shock of it, coupled with the pain, just didn’t quite do it for Nazaria. She could get off on pain, but it had to be the right kind of pain. This wasn’t it. All she could do was yell in surprise before she slammed down into the canvas.

When Agatha released her, Nazaria would flop away, landing on her hands and knees. Her head was ringing. It hurt a lot. Nazaria had high endurance, however, and she was far from being incapacitated. She would rub at her head with one hand, grumbling as she would then look back over her shoulder at the European noblewoman who had delivered her to the mat. “Not bad, Agatha…”

Agatha’s smirk drooped slightly as she saw that her suplex was a little less effective than she had hoped “Thanks.” Agatha smiled her lewd smile as she got closer to Nazaria.

“I’m sorry if I made things a little less personal darling, I promise I’ll make up for it once I pin you down.” Agatha said, using her ‘polite’ tone from earlier. She tried to grab onto her legs, trying to bring the Succubus to the center of the mat. However, she soon found a rather serious problem, the olive oil was making it hard to get a grip on her legs, and quickly found herself tumbling down on top of Nazaria as she slipped on the mat.

"Gah!" She yelped in mild surprise, using her arms to shield her face from the upcoming fall.

Nazaria slammed down into the canvas, dazed by the suplex, her head ringing. Thankfully, Nazaria really was a strong girl, even if she never indulged in the less sexual side of wrestling. She managed to make it back up onto her hands and knees, wobbled only slightly, and then balanced herself. She looked back at Agatha, who promptly apologized for making the match a little less personal and sexual.

“That’s alright, Agatha dear. You don’t need to feel obligated—I’ll be sure to make it really personal just as soon as I’ve got you in my clutches,” Nazaria would reply.

She would soon find herself set upon by her opponent again, however, as Agatha began grabbing at her legs and starting to drag her back to the center of the ring. Here, though, the olive oil came to Nazaria’s rescue. Both her legs and Agatha’s hands were covered in it, and it made them both as slippery as seals. The duchess’s grip slipped, and she fell down right on top of Nazaria. Nazaria yelped as she was squashed down onto the mat, her boobs compressing against the canvas as Agatha came down on top of her.

Agatha now found herself on top of Nazaria’s back, her breasts squishing up against it. Before too long, Agatha quickly began to try and get off of Nazaria, only to find herself slide off of the lustful Succubus, and tried to grab onto a piece of her outfit to stop her slipping.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves into a slippery situation haven’t we love?” Agatha said as she began to try and get herself up, finding it to be slightly difficult. “Want a hand? I promise I don’t have any dirty tricks up my sleeve.” She then asked as she slowly began to finally get up, offering the Succubus a hand.