Among Her Own - Radmilla meets Tomko

"Were? My, you're not the creative sort are you~?" Radmilla had been on bottom but she had tensed up before she fell. That had definitely hurt but her pride kept her from showing any of it. On that note, her calmed voice spoke not just of strength but experience; this woman had been on bottom before but didn't take it to mean she wasn't in control. "I do hope I won't have to spell out what to do Rebecca. Are all you American women so slow to learn~?"

Radmilla closed her eyes and yawned, stretching her arms outwards in a v-shape. However she still had gripped the woman's arms, stretching her body tight and taught, forcing her belly to nick its abs against her's. Radmilla might look to be made of brute strength but unlike most heavyweights, she was quite skilled with her legs. They snaked over Rebecca's left, rubbing around around her thigh which soon began to feel cramped. Radmilla gave her a pleased look before her mighty legs flexed, comfortably rubbing the inside of their thighs together in a warm, squeezing leg-hug.

"Many a woman in Europe would be taking control right now, letting the other know and feel every inch of the masterwork that is her body~" She instructed, sounding as calm as a tour guide. Her belly arched upwards, lightly lifting Rebecca but it was the way their hard bodies crushed together that was of interest to her. "Is that same pride in you Americans~?"

"Ngh..." Rebecca grunted as the ebony giantess started to feel the real squeeze as Radmilla started to coil around her, lifting the amazon's back off the mat with very little movement. This little cultural tour of eastern Europe was a strange one to be sure and the American one was really feeling the pressure that the red-head could apply. This was unlike anything Rebecca had experienced in her years in AFW, but if the European wanted to feel her body and get a real appreciation for it, then she was happy to oblige.

Pulling her arms free of the still-raging knuckle lock the two had been in since this tussle on the mats had started, the amazon wrapped her arms around Radmilla's waist and pulled her in to a tight bearhug despite being on the bottom. "Like this?" She asked, a smile breaking through her flustered expression as it was her turn to start crushing the European, not a millimeter of space between the two titans of the ring. "Because feel free to tell me if I'm doing it wrong, we Americans are slow to learn."

Even for a veteran heavyweight such as herself, a small part of Radmilla's mind tensed with fear. It was the natural response to being put in such a dangerous situation but for Radmilla there was more than just the desire to protect herself here. Now their little exchange was truly starting to heat up.

"Wonderfully so madame~" She spoke. The muscle on her sides bent in as Rebecca's arms began to squeeze but like Rebecca, she had the kind of dense build that would be like squeezing a tree. She smiled at her and kept her hands on the mat, positioning herself to be comfortably parallel to her. Her breasts, large and dominant, rubbed themselves over Rebecca's, visibly forcing one breast upwards and the other being flattened at an awkward angle against the other, looking like it was trying to escape from the crushing force.

There were light pangs of pain, but they were familiar to Radmilla; a minor price to pay for the highest pleasure.

"Your people have strength..." She said, her voice sinking low as her face came closer. Rebecca would be able to see the muscles on her arm slowly condense and feel her thighs rubbing against her's. Her monster abs which had rubbed against Rebecca previously now grinded hard, using the hug to assist them in crushing into Rebecca's. Radmilla rolled back her shoulders and arched her back inwards. Her stomach was forced down and every single one of her hard abdominal ridgelines and abs would begin flattening the ebony woman's, forcing her abs to either flex or submit.

Even more daringly, she was lightly rocking her body up and down. She could only do it a few inches, but every inch her stone-hard body travelled up Rebecca, the entirety of where white skin met brown ignited with sensual fire. Skin and muscle would tighten harder, nipples slowly start to perk, and hard bodies would expand subtly with flexing strength, forcing one another to fight for the slightest inch.

"You've always needed to work on your sense of style~" she teased, nuzzling nose first against Rebecca and then cheek to cheek. She wasn't treating this as a match at all. For her... this was more of a very intimate way to get to know one another.

"Ah..~" Rebecca moaned as Radmilla nuzzled against her as the two giants were squished together tighter than a rush hour subway, the dark skinned amazon had a... complex relationship with the more sensual stuff in the ring. If she could be dominant and throw the other woman around like a rag doll, then she was generally more confident with it. Outside her comfort zone however, between equals of strength or size, she was a lot less confident as the pressure started to get to her. The European giantess effectively rocking her back and forth on the mat, wiping the canvas with their sweat.

"Mmmmmmmm..." She whispered, nuzzling into the side of her neck. A few short kisses were placed, the lightly chilled sensation of saliva and air-conditioning eye-opening in its effect. She could smell the sweat starting to overtake the air refresher this close to her training partner. "Don't be ashamed - you should be proud to have found an equal..."

Radmilla's voice had softened from a haughty announcing to a sweet whisper, almost too delicate for her imperious form. While both their bodies were flexing like they were competing, there was something undeniably warm and intimate about the way she moved. It wasn't to try to arouse her into being unfocused or to crush her into submission.

With the short few inches her belly travelled over Rebecca's, there was a strange precision and artistry to it. Her belly button would kiss into her's, wiggle about, before tight rows of abs would match up like building blocks, balancing her's on Rebecca's with respectable force yet clear accuracy, as if she was reading her body like a book with her own. Where her breasts slowly mashed Rebecca's down, the area around their ribs nicked and bumped over one another.

She was getting a very good feel for her body, occasionally leaning forward more and pressing down with her belly, arching her shoulders up as if posing like a sculpture. Rebecca's muscles would have to tense and harden; it was clear she wanted to enjoy squishing them... yet Radmilla wanted to enjoy rather than to destroy.

Slowly her hand went to Rebecca's, stroking them between their knuckles and fingers. She would attempt to slip her fingers under and gently pull them off. Her rubbing and pressing would stop as she began to slowly tone it down.

"You've never made another woman honour and worship your body have you?" She asked.

Rebecca grunted with the effort it took to not be completely squished under the European amazon, "It's... it's been a while... and not like this..." She said, wincing. Her ideas of how to honour and worship someone's body was a lot different from Adrian's ideas back at the apartment, usually they involved baby oil and a significant size difference. Not necessarily between equals. Although the ebony giantess wasn't feeling particually equal with the way Radmilla was... ravishing her on the mats. 

Trying to focus, the amazon planted her feet on the mat and tried to bridge up, with how close Radmilla was, it should be enough for Rebecca to roll the red head over and for her to land back on top instead, it probably wasn't going to stop the amazon, but it would be a start.

Radmilla breathed out a fresh, strawberry breath that definitely was put on beforehand. The resistance in her body softened and the seemingly impenetrable wall of cold white muscle bearing down on her gave way, letting Rebecca have a taste of the malleability it had been hiding. As she was lifted by the bridging belly her once hard muscle molded and shaped itself against the renewed pressure from beneath. She fell to her back with a light thud but did not go for her arms. Rather, her fingers trailed up her sides then down her spine, tender caresses of a nature that was far from competitive.

"You're awfully shy for such a powerful figure. Or are there greater women who have bested you here~?" She teased, undulating her body teasingly. Radmilla didn't mind being crushed by a woman at least at her level but now she wanted to know more than the shape of every bicep, thigh, and ab that was in close contact to her. "Or is your love of power kept to more private quarters? There's no shame in however you answer; it is I who is the foreigner here after all."

Given how she wasn't splayed out like she'd been slammed, but casually lying, Radmilla looked confident and dignified even on the bottom. She gave a light bump with her crotch to test Rebecca's reaction but otherwise kept her motions in the realm of her hands. She had to admit; it was cute seeing such a confident powerful woman, one who would've had many... submissives for herself back in Europe acting so meek here. Radmilla almost wanted to pet her as if she was a cat.

"You do not strike me as the type to assert yourself before the eyes of a hungry crowd, too... meek yes. The press of another body against you, struggling and squirming, eager to break free as much as it is for your control, that's not for the ring, is it~?" She asked, her cold eyes alight with interest.