A playgirl succubus meets a splash. ( Nazaria vs. Amie ) ( Hentai )

"hanf...anf...anf.."

Amie can only give desperate little needy breaths....

For several, long moments.


"hanf...anf...hnf...."

Amie can only give desperate little needy breaths....

For several, long moments...her back stiff, soft little convulsions following for several moments afterwards. Teary-eyed from how hard she'd just gotten off, Amie gives almost a ...pathetic sidelong glance...those giggles further demeaning the fact of how hard she'd just..lewdly let herself go.

She..she's so good with her fingers..! Wh--what did I get myself into ..zut alors...

Her head dangles forward a bit - hiding the blanked expression in her eyes - all except how darkened her cheeks were from the blood rush of arousal and how fierce the exertion was from the last orgasm.

I...n--need to..hnn... Amie tries to straighten herself out - but that one was *way* too hard. Amie's legs quiver almost in a jelly like fashion, and Nazaria can practically feel Amie's own weight press her back to the ground, let alone another girl on top of her. Her legs were clearly liquidized from the last orgasm - and the notion is embarrassing enough that she doesn't want to make eye contact with Nazaria again..

...though there's almost an insintctive quiver of her petals against Nazaria's fingers - as if Amie's body was acquainted and well-afraid ..or well tuned to the sex monster on top of her.

"ahn..." ..still sensitive, she shudders, before lifting her head to speak. "Y--you should..lehh..lehhme...up. I..caaah....I can..totally mah--make you feel too..er...g...good.." Her voice is still quavery - hoping to at least distract with the promise of pleasure in hopes that she'd forget about the match victory conditions - as an attempt to give herself some breathing space.

From the look in her eyes, Amie was still very, very vulnerable.

Nazaria felt Amie's body begin to completely lose any semblance of control or posture, slumping over on top of her and flopping loosely as if it were a big, girl-shaped pile of jelly rather than an actual human girl. Amie seemed entirely out of it. Nazaria smirked. She loved it when girls whom she had sex with were reduced to this state. It was adorable to watch their practically nonexistent struggles as she pleasured them.

Right now, this match was as good as over. Nazaria had made Amie cum twice now, and only needed to win one more fall in order to claim victory. Amie tried to woo her with promises of great pleasure, and, despite Amie's weak, cute state, Nazaria didn't doubt that she could get plenty of pleasure from the little French swimmer.

But if she let that happen, she could very well lose the match. Two more orgasms and she herself would be done. That was not going to happen.

"Mm...it's tempting, my little cupcake...but I'm afraid I must decline. Perhaps, once I've finished with you, you can pleasure me...in fact, once I've won, you can pleasure me all night long."

"nrrr.." ...There's a little throaty growl as she tries to collect strength. There's another little hip bump - with a fourth more strength than her last one as a little bit of blood rushes back into her legs after the last..creaming.

"anf...anf..ahf...." ..cute little breathy pants are finally stabilizing a little bit after several minutes of labored breathing.
"C'cmon..Je vais faire plaisir ..." ..she reassures, trying to sound cute.....though the slight size difference between the two was making things a little bit more difficult to get up from Nazaria's weight..and the promises of having her fingertips play at full power on her naughty bits..or even worse. Amie's cheeks are still flushed down to her pale neck..and if Nazaria would get the chance to look down, it'd be easy to see her nipples strained against the front of her leotard.

...At this rate, she was sure of it..showing up at Nazaria's bedroom dressed in some slutty lingerie.....giving herself..completely. The thoughts made her freeze for a moment, and Nazaria can watch her french girl's thoughts start to wander. Though her struggles do too, for a moment...at least in a method to recover energy before the next "round" would begin ..though if Nazaria's hold wasn't released, she was certainly in a "bad" position..

Amie kept struggling. Even after Nazaria denied her request to be let go, and continued to work her over without any break following the French swimmer's last intense orgasm, Amie was not quite out of fight, yet. She seemed to be much, much weaker than she had been, but she was not giving up the fight. It was impressive, and she was very lucky that Nazaria was a patient woman. Another wrestler's patience might have started to wear thin.

As something of a compromise, Nazaria would stop moving her hand inside of Amie down below, though she would keep her fingers inside of Amie's sex. Her head was still on Amie's shoulder, and she could feel the girl still wiggling, and saw the way her nipples stood out. She saw how red Amie's face was.

"Forgive me, but I'm afraid my French is a little limited..." Nazaria would whisper, as she would start to stroke Amie's pussy again, her fingers sliding along the inside edges of the girl's labia, her nails gently prodding deeper inside. She would sweep them down, then up, trying to find Amie's clit then to really get her going again.

"Now...what is it you want me to do?"

"..khaah..haaaah.." there's a couple more cute little booty bumps against Nazaria's waist - but a fingertip that sweeps past her clitoris paralyzes her as if she'd just been stung by some sort of bee. A very familiar squeal rings out - so much for suppressing her weak points. Her face flushed, facing the audience - it's barely a match now, moreso a pornographic display - and it doesn't help a bit with the attraction of the french girl towards the seductress that was surrounding her mercilessly at this point.

Fingertips delicately tracing her sex...Nazaria can feel a quiver of bare girl bits against her digits..the french girl's genitals merely an instrument that Nazaria was getting too long to intimately learn. Her hands feebly grasp at Nazaria's thighs, like handlebars, knowing that this was about to turn up fifteen notches. Her poor little clitoris pulses with her heartbeat - and Nazaria knows that look on Amie's face. There's a ..feeble little shake of her head, as if she knows she can't resist , but doesn't want to cream herself extra embarrassingly on her fingers again.

"Y--you could..use your ..h--hips, to..."
..the thought made her blush, but Amie seemed to realize it was her last chance. Either she was going to have a mind blowing orgasm and be getting to know Nazaria "very" intimately, or get back in the game if she could hold out long enough for Nazaria to get off...

your pussy connects here..

..there was the thought culling back to that promotional poster. Though a sharp bite at the pink of her lower lip snares her back into reality.

"P--please..." ..she can't hold eye contact out of how embarrassing it'd be to utter the words. "I..I want..t--to.." ..she's stammering. "C--cum on your..." .....

...Amie can't manage to finish that sentence. She's chewing on several tufts of hair.

Nazaria knew that Amie was finished, and she played the French swimmer like a violin, gently strumming and plucking at her genitals, her fingers dancing around the girl's clit and teasing it to coax more and more juices out of her. Amie obviously was thinking about something, as she looked like a nervous wreck, chewing on her hair and writhing around, even as she was also moaning and gently moving about thanks to Nazaria's stimulation of her nether regions.

Finally, Amie told Nazaria what she wanted. The succubus smiled. Her opponent was almost definitely completely sincere in her request. Although Nazaria did wonder whether maybe it was just a last, desperate effort by Amie to get back into the game.

Well, no matter. Amie was already getting close to her next orgasm. She was exhausted. And Nazaria had only orgasmed once so far. She could afford to take some risks now that she had this match almost completely in the bag. "Mm...well, if you want me to use my hips, then maybe I could..." Nazaria would say ponderingly. Her fingers continued to stroke Amie's sex, trying to make the girl as wet as possible. After almost another minute of that, Nazaria would push on Amie to force the girl to lay down on the canvas. Once she did, Nazaria would open her own legs and begin to move her pussy up against Amie's...

"anf..anf..." ..Her breathing, her panting is laced with moans, like some sort of fruity drink with lewd drugs..clitoris throbbing from the stimulation. The poor little thing was throbbing violently against Nazaria's fingers...and trembling hands start to quiver as they ball into fists. Naughty, naughty noises were echoing repeatedly underneath her leotard as
fingertips work little squeals and rhythmic gasps from her lips. She's trying to regulate her breathing - Nazaria can guess that's the only thing she's using to stop herself from creaming on her fingers again.

And the finger assault continued - marked by another harsh lipbite from Amie as her eyes dart skywards. And the girl on top of her no doubt is aware what a female feels like when she's about to get off - many times over.

She waits for Nazaria to "seat" herself...and ..realizing she's a poster girl for Nazaria's "poster" ..the succubus can feel Amie's bare sex quivering against her netherlips. Realizing if she let Nazaria take total control, she'd be a mess in no time - Amie grips one of Nazaria's legs like a lewd little handle, and reveals her grand plan. rotating her hips clockwise, clitoris-to-clitoris against her. ...though she tries to lift her hips up so more of the stimulation results from her lips sliding against Nazaria's clit, keeping her own sensitive point away. There's a coyish look in her eyes - It's obvious Amie's poker face is bad..but she seems to think that Nazaria is trapped...but Amie can only roll her hips a couple times before she ..suddenly has to stop, for several seconds.

It'd be easy for Nazria to tell what as going on...and why she had to stop every few moments.

Nazaria had no worries as she adjusted the position that she and her opponent were in. Amie was not in such a state that she could assert her will over Nazaria at all. Nazaria had a lead over her opponent, and was physically in better shape following all that prolonged stimulation she had forced Amie to endure. The French girl was huffing and puffing, and moaning lewdly, with juices dripping down her thighs and her hips moving slowly as if they had a mind of their own.

Nazaria placed them pussy-to-pussy and started to grind, first kissing Amie's lower lips with her own, their wet sexes pressing together again and again, and then, speeding up the pace a little bit, clitoris to clitoris. Amie seemed to have the same goal, and so the two would willingly press each other's buttons with their own time and time again, turning each other on quite expertly. Here and there, Nazaria felt Amie trying to keep her clitoris from making contact, and every now and then Amie stopped rotating her hips and pulled back.

Nazaria smirked, panted slightly, and just kept rotating her hips, forcing Amie's clitoris into contact with her own, and keeping up her pace even when Amie tried to stop and pull back. She was arousing herself quite a bit, but she knew that Amie was already closer. She would make the girl cum one more time and end this match!

"Mm...time for you to cum for me again, sweetie..." the succubus would purr.

Amie tries her best to regulate her breathing, but now she was very, very aware that she was a postergirl for Nazaria's ...poster.  Each little swivel of her hips - Nazaria can feel Amie's thighs shake, and at some points, she's biting her lower lip so hard it's a wonder that it isn't bleeding.  And as more and more contact is forced, Nazaria can feel little throbbing pulses rolling against her clitoris. There's a look of panic in her eyes at this point..and she gives a little headshake - a telltale sign of a girl "on the ropes" ..

I..I can't....hhhhng... Her face is flushed violently, and after a few seconds, the struggle stops. Amie clutches Nazaria's calf for dear life, clearly a handlebar in the little erotic ride. There's almost a rhythmic widening of her eyes each time there's a tickle at her hips..and Nazaria can feel the weight of either breast against her leg as Amie leans in, letting out a little girlish squeak. It's sudden, abrupt. and then stops. Amie's face is beet red at this point - it's as if she knows she's starting to cum, but is trying to stave it off. This lasts two seconds...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnn!!"

The next noise is really embarrassing. A full body orgasmic squeal that is carried by toes curling, and her entire body crescenting as Nazaria feels the throb-throb-pulse-throb of her girlybits, and there's a little trembling headshake as she throws her head back and lets out another cutesy cry. There's a little lewd spurt of girlcream that creates a line on Nazaria's abdomen as trembling little pink lips gasp for air. She hadn't just lost, she'd lost in pretty much the most embarrassing way possible. ..

Nazaria's confidence never ebbed. She knew from the very beginning that she was going to win, probably in decisive, humiliating fashion. She appreciated the fact that Amie had put up a pretty good fight. At the beginning of their battle, Nazaria had not expected much out of the French swimmer. Now, it looked that Nazaria might experience her second orgasm not long after Amie experienced her third.

"Mmm...yeah, you're just about done...mmheheheh..." Nazaria would tease, panting a little as she continued to gyrate and thrust her hips. She felt Amie leaning forward and clutching onto her, the girl's hips moving synchronously with Nazaria's, giving in to Nazaria's tempo, Nazaria's rhythm. The succubus moved her hips faster, her clitoris finding and kissing Amie's as she continued to thrust and circle, knowing that soon, very soon, Amie would be finished. Her own orgasm was coming on strong when Amie came for the third and final time that night, her juices splattering over Nazaria's pussy and abdomen. Nazaria chuckled.

She would not stop, though. She kept pumping her sex against her opponent's until she came, too, letting out a stuttering, soft moan as she would pump faster and faster before finally freezing, her hips trembling slightly, as she would squirt a little, too, her pussy juices mixing with Amie's, their wet pussies smashed together.

But Nazaria, after her orgasm, rallied quickly. Within seconds, it was as if she hadn't even cum at all. Amie was still desperately trying to catch her breath.

Nazaria grinned and separated herself from her opponent, a sticky sucking noise punctuating the removal of her sex from its contact with Amie's. The blonde succubus would get up onto her knees, crossing her arms over her chest as she surveyed her opponent. "You did a good job...that was quite satisfying," she would say, complimenting the French girl.