Chesna vs. Hel

Hel grit her teeth as pleasure built up inside her like a shaken soda bottle... did... she just win? What was this crazy girl doing? Whatever it was... she had lost her focus on the fight and was now completely debilitated by Chesna's expert touch. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened... the ref girl caught a glimpse of her confusion and gave Hel a reassuring thumbs up. ."Ah... ahhh..." Hel's response to Chesna's question said nothing but revealed everything. The pain, the exhaustion, Chesna's expert touch and cold beauty... it was all a hell of a build up to this. Her instincts told her to fight it though... but it was a losing battle. Her head fell to Chesna's neck as her body was wracked by Chesna's stimulation. Overcome by the moment, she would nibble softly on Chesna's ear before groaning, "What... are you doing to me..." She hissed as her breath grew ever more intense. Her womanhood began to pulse, contracting around Chesna's fingers as she felt the action star grow closer and closer to cumming.

Chesna stared blankly out in the distance as Hel nestled into her neck. "I'm making you cum. You should enjoy it." She said despondently.

"Ahh... aaaahhhh." With a final shove, an orgasm finally wracked Hel, Chesna's expert fingers guiding Hel through the height of passion and finally becoming soaked in Hel's nectar as Hel shook wildly in the throes of passion. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and she fell to the mat, gasping for breath, slowly letting the final pangs of pleasure subside... All things considered, Hel had had worse partners.

Exhausted, she would finally speak, "What's the deal with you?"

Chesna stood up mechanically when she felt Hel burst. She casually began to lick her hand, cleaning it of all the precious juioces. She looked back down at Hel. "Deal?" She questioned. "I don't know what you mean." She turned her head. The words were spoken in a half truthful tone and partly as someone who would be concealing something else.

Hel sighed, shaking her head. This girl was something else... Eying her form once more, Hel would find herself overtaken by the moment. She would force herself to her feet and face Chesna, grabbing her and trying to kiss Chesna deeply.

Chesna was about to turn and walk away when she felt herself seized and kissed. Her eyes visibly widened for the first time all match and she brought her hand up to Hel's shoulder and set it there. The kiss was less mechanical and seemed to at least contain some small amount of passion. After a moment she pulled away and turned. "Why would you do that?" She asked curiously in a monotone voice. She looked down. "I must be sobering up." She muttered to herself.

Hel grinned, "Well, truth be told," she whispered the last part, "You're kinda hot..." She placed one last quick kiss on Chesna's lips. "For someone who is stoned off their rocker, anyway. I... don't suppose there's any chance you can show me how you do that voodoo that you do so well with your fingers now?"

Chesna looked up at Hel and looked the actress up and down. "If you want a private examination, that can be arranged. Meet me in my locker room in fifteen minutes." She said and turned to walk out of the arena.

Hel grinned hungrily, "Ooh, if this is what you do in public, I can't wait to see what you do in private." She winked, "You're gonna give me a doctor fetish if you aren't careful." She had kind of hoped to pick up some pressure point tips from the doctor, but she was also open to a brief bout of wild hedonism. With a smile on her lips, she followed Chesna out of the arena.

Hel wins by orgasm