Tomb Match: The Pharaoh vs Anubis

Sahar smiled as she not only managed to get on top of Anubis but also pin down the Goddess wrist to the ground.  She couldn't help but to start breathing in and out quickly as she was getting very excited to be in such a position with her idol.  The Pharaoh would listen carefully as her Goddess spoke to her, stating how she was also having fun and that if it was a dream both of them were sharing it.  During this time, she would take some time to admire Anubis body.  Sure she had seen her body many times on TV and online but seeing it in real and flesh was different and honestly far better, it truly was a treat, one which she would never forget.

That being said, the Pharaoh had a match to win, she could stare at Anubis body all she wanted after she had defeated her.  In fact if she won, the Goddess would be her slave for a week.  Thus, Sahar would now attempt to headbutt her divine opponent, trying to weaken the Goddess of the afterlife.  “As much as I enjoy being this close, we still have a match and I intend to win.” stated Sahar as she would then attempt a second headbutt in hopes of dazing her opponent.  If everything went well, she would then get up and pull on the Goddess hair before making her way towards the Sarcophagus with Anubis in tow.

Anubis could feel Sahar's eyes moving over her tan body, taking in the Goddess's sumptuous curves, barely covered by the metallic bikini and skimpy additional garments that she wore. The Pharaoh, in their initial encounter, had obviously enjoyed what she saw of both of the Goddesses then, and, being their number one fan, she had obviously seen the hentai matches they had taken part in, in addition to the tamer sorts of matches which had predominated during their fight for the tag team title. While they had not talked much about hentai matches, those sorts of moves would be perfectly legal in this fight.

Sahar did not make a move of that nature, however. She would, instead, bring her forehead down hard on Anubis's, smacking skulls with the Goddess and making Anubis dizzy. Her vision seemed a little fuzzy and the lights seemed suddenly a little brighter after that hit, but her vision soon became much more clear. The headbutt had shaken Anubis, but it had not hurt her too badly. As she saw Sahar's face beginning to descend again, Anubis would swing her head upwards as well, trying to go for a mutually destructive collision that would leave her dizzy and disoriented, but should leave Sahar, she hoped, in a similar state.

As Sahar lifted her up, Anubis would make her move. She hoped that the Pharaoh was dizzy enough to be susceptible. The jackal-eared Goddess would stick her leg out and pull it back, trying to trip Sahar and bring them both down to the floor again. As she made the move, she would wrap an arm around Sahar's shoulders, trying to pull her into a side headlock as they, hopefully, both went down again.

Sahar had managed to get a headbutt on Anubis and now the Pharaoh would attempt a second headbutt on the Goddess.  Yet as she began to perform her second headbutt she would be hit by Anubis headbutt as well causing her to be dazed.  Still she managed to get up and pull her divine opponent as well, she was hoping that the headbutt would have Anubis daze enough not to fight back so that she could put her in the Sarcophagus.

She started to move forward, getting closer to the objective, still a bit dazed from the headbutt before suddenly falling forward due to the fact that Anubis had trip her.  “Gahh” stated the Pharaoh as she fell on the ground and hit her head on the floor, dazing her further.  She would hold her head for a few moments trying to recover.  All she could hope for now is that the Goddess had also been hurt.

The tumble to the floor had hurt Anubis, as well. At least the Goddess had known it was coming and was able to brace herself—since she had tripped Sahar, the Pharaoh had no indication that she was about to take another fall until she felt Anubis's leg take hers out from under her. After the headbutting, there was really no way to land gracefully on the faux-stone floor. As Anubis crashed into it, then went careening off in one direction, flopping in a rather undignified manner, she once again appreciated the fact that the tomb had not been constructed out of actual rock.

Anubis would finally land on her butt, managing to stick out her arms and prop herself up. The two of them had fallen not too far away from the sarcophagus, but the Goddess had the feeling that there was quite a bit of fight left before this match came to its conclusion. She knew that Sahar had been in a clearly superior position for this most recent stretch, and she wanted to change that. With a groan, the jackal-eared Goddess turned over onto her hands and knees, shaking her head to try to stop the throbbing that Sahar's headbutting had caused.

Anubis would begin crawling over towards Sahar. Her intention was to catch Sahar before she could get up, throwing her body over the Pharaoh's and pinning her down. With any luck, Anubis would have an opening to work her number one fan over. Failing that, she at least hoped to confront Sahar on an equal footing, rather than once again being put at a disadvantage by her quick-thinking, fast-moving foe.

As the Pharaoh held her head from the fall she would look at the ground, she was glad the material wasn't real stone, otherwise she probably wouldn't be awake at this point and neither would Anubis.  Luckily this was not the case and Sahar only had a headache from the fall due to the material not being real stone.  As the Pharaoh opened her eyes she saw the sarcophagus not far away, meaning the match was now truly getting under way as the objective was now in sight for both of them.

Sahar would attempt to get up, but Anubis would get on top of her before she was able to do so.  The Pharaoh would now find her divine opponent on top of her, pinning her down to the ground.  As a wrestler, Sahar would try to push Goddess off her but as a fan, she secretly hoped the Goddess would remain on top of her.  The Pharaoh couldn't really gain control of the match as long as Anubis was on top of her, thus she need to topple her opponent but right now Sahar wasn't in the best condition as her head was still hurting from the fall.

Anubis was actually able to land herself on top of Sahar, forcing the Pharaoh down against the floor and pinning her there with her body. Quickly, as she felt her foe beginning to struggle, Anubis would move to keep her admirer in place, grabbing at Sahar's wrists with her hands and trying to maneuver her legs into a position where they might be able to keep Sahar's legs restricted. It wasn't perfect, but hopefully it would do to keep the Egyptian royal down.

Of course, Anubis couldn't just hold Sahar down and expect to be able to win this match. She needed to weaken her opponent, and she had a good idea of how to do that. She wanted to test Sahar's reaction to a certain sort of attack.

"Hehh...you're doing fairly well, you know," Anubis would say, as she would try to move her body forward a bit. "But you still don't stand a chance against a Goddess!"

Having said that, the jackal-eared wrestler would scoot forward just a little more, then try to lower her barely-covered breasts onto Sahar's face! The Pharaoh's face should slide neatly in between the metallic parts of Anubis's attire, letting the Pharaoh be completely consumed by the Goddess's cleavage in a breast smother!

Within a moment, Sahar found herself being pinned down by the Goddess, her wrist were grabbed by Anubis, limiting her movements.  She could also feel her divine opponent also positioning her legs to stop the Pharaoh from using her own legs.  Still keeping Sahar pinned down wasn't going to help Anubis out, the Goddess surely must have something else planned, but the question was what?

The conversation between the Goddess and the Pharaoh once again started as Anubis stated that Sahar was doing pretty good but still didn't have any hope of winning.  Sahar was about to make a response before getting the biggest surprise in her life so far.  Anubis place her breasts right into her face and for a second the Pharaoh allowed the fangirl part of her to take over and just enjoy the moment though this would leave her totally open and exposed.  The Goddess breast was something out of this world and truly divine.  Yet this was a match and after a second Sahar would start to fight back attempting to move her head away so that she wouldn't be smothered while trying to free her arms.

Anubis could tell that, for a second, Sahar gave into her excitement, her pleasure. For a second, the girl forgot herself, forgot her mission and her intent to win this match and move on to bigger and better things, and let the fan in her revel in the sensation of having those two tan breasts pressing in against her cheeks from both sides. Anubis grinned as those excited feelings seemed to move straight from Sahar's mind through Anubis's breasts, giving the Goddess a lovely tingly sensation all over her chest.

"Oh, I know how much you must be enjoying that!" Anubis would insist, as she felt Sahar beginning to wiggle. She would reluctantly let one of Sahar's wrists go in order to grab onto the Pharaoh's hair and pull her head straight again, to properly bury it in between her breasts. "Don't even try to fight it!"

Anubis would wiggle her chest, gently rubbing her breasts over Sahar's face. She would laugh a little bit, reveling in the control that she had over Sahar in this moment. And she did enjoy the fact that their fight now had a more sensual, sexual edge to it, that she could hopefully exploit more as the match wore on.

The Pharaoh had made a mistake and allowed her inner fan to take control for just a second.  Though it was only a second it had allowed Anubis to get a better position and give her a boost of confidence.  Then again it was truly hard to resist, Anubis chest was perfect, just as one would expect from a Goddess, having it rub all over her face felt so good, she had dreamed and fantasized about this moment, just like many other fans did, so how could she not take a moment to give in?

She could now hear the Goddess stating how she must have enjoyed that and even let go of one of the Pharaoh arms.  Sahar would now start trying to push Anubis away, attempting to get some breathing room while her hair was pulled, forcing her deeper into the bliss that was Anubis chest.  The wiggling made it all the better, but the Pharaoh was now starting to run out of oxygen.  She would keep trying to push away but to no success as she tried to say something, but the sound was muffled out.  

Maybe the Goddess was right, perhaps she shouldn't fight it.  The purple would now pretend to start getting weak, applying less pressure as if she was about to pass out before stopping altogether and going limp as if she had passed out.  In truth though she was just pretending to be knock out so that she could surprise the Goddess when the time was right and it also gave the added bonus of being able to feel the nice breasts of Anubis without a struggle.

Sahar's free hand immediately came up to Anubis's chest to try to push it away, and Sahar would find some success, managing to lift up Anubis's body a little bit, enough, perhaps, to take in a few quick breaths of air. Anubis was not exactly trying to suffocate Sahar into unconsciousness, necessarily. She was just hoping to distract Sahar, and confuse her, and perhaps weaken her enough that she could not stop Anubis from slipping her into the sarcophagus. Sahar's struggles, after a minute of pushing, seemed to be ceasing, and she laid still underneath Anubis.

The Goddess would not move right away. She could feel the hot wash of Sahar's breath in between her breasts, little puffs of warm air sliding smoothly through her cleavage. She enjoyed it, and she was willing to bet that the Pharaoh was enjoying this as well. "Ah, now that's much better!" the jackal-eared fighter would proclaim, keeping herself on top of Sahar, now running both of her hands a little more gently through Sahar's vaguely purplish hair.

Anubis could not wait forever, of course. Whether Sahar was half-asleep or mostly faking, this was a very great chance for the Goddess. Lifting up her breasts, she would then roll off of her opponent and over onto her knees. She would then reach out to grab onto Sahar's hair, trying to pull her up onto her feet so that she could be dragged the short distance over to the sarcophagus!