Round Two

Even with Diana no longer putting up a serious resistance, it was no easy thing getting her up and over. This was a solid woman she was dealing with here, and it was like moving a sweaty, heaving mass of bricks.

But it was well-worth the effort. When Carmen flipped Diana over, she was straddling the Amazon’s hip, looking over her shimmering chest and her splayed hairs. She was a bit dazed from the headbutt, but not so much that she couldn’t recognize what an amazing woman this was between her legs, and how rare the pleasure being presented to her was.

Carmen sat up straight and bent her lip, as she reached behind her back to undo the top, tossing it away over beside Diana’s a moment later. She kept active, too, as she ground her hips against the Amazon’s, working up some real friction despite their slick skin

It was almost too much, and she reveled in the moment, throwing her head back with a long growl as she slid along Diana’s sex with a particularly long, rough grind.

Hands gently holding her 'foe' as she straddled her, part of Diana was curious what Carmen would do now given her new position, part still woozy from being head butt by the champion level fighter.

Even with sense returning her, Diana did not bring her eyes low to revere the girl's now naked chest. Breaking eye contact, in her mind, would be admitting she were the lesser woman in the interaction. No chance with Diana Accera, no matter how musty or heated the exchange.

She'd arch her back somewhat however, releasing a fierce growl as Carmen turned her figure against her, grinding Diana for all she was worth. Somewhat shaking her legs in heated response, Diana would of crossed her legs had there not been a Rodriguez between them.

Her hands fiercely shooting up, she'd grab the arms of the woman on top of her. With a fierce attempt at a pull, she'd try to pull Carmen back on top of her fully. If Carmen failed to resist, the two women again would be body to body, so the Italian could stare deep into her eyes, reaching upwards to press her nose hard into her own.

As she and Diana continued to whatever it was they were doing - fighting, fucking, some carnal in between - Carmen couldn’t help but ponder the possibilities of someone walking in. The doors to the gym were glass, and while it was rare for someone to be walking the streets at this time of night, it did happen. All a passerby had to was walk by, casually peek in, and see the sort of sight that was far more common near the Friction arena, not the Tension one.

She like that idea. Not because she wanted it to happen, but the whole thought gave it a scandalous twist, like having sex in some corner of the public park. Not something Carmen would ever do, but it never hurt to have fantasies.

She was getting wrapped up in the moment. Too wrapped up in the moment. So wrapped that she didn’t see Diana’s burst of life until she was being pulled down and pushed again - their breasts, their lips, their hips, their everyhthing meet and touching without an inch between them. Carmen tried to pull away, but that was the thing about Diana: when she wanted you close, she kept you close, and it was hard to really do much on the matter.

So she didn’t. She enjoyed the closeness and even reveled in it, running her tongue along Diana’s lip before she gave it a sharp bite. At the same time, she brought her hand down and slid it between their hips, sliding her curious fingers along the outside of Diana’s bottom and feeling her sex through the material.

The thought did briefly occur in Diana's mind that should someone be watching, the two slender women would essentially be putting a free show. All the more witnesses' to see her attempt at dominating the 24/7 champion in her mind though.

Clenching her arms tight, Diana would attempt to pull with force that Carmen simply would not be able to resist, at least not whilst she focused on grinding the Italian for all she was worth. Her left would keep attached to Carmen's right, ever so aware of that fact that simply because of the 'tenderness' of the moment, it didn't mean Carmen would be above against striking the Italian to take full control. And given her top position, Diana would not of been able to endure it well.

Her left hand would snake around the woman's upper back, caressing Carmen as she did, aiming for her hand to reach the head of the woman and perhaps again harshly pull her hair back. Then Carmen decided to get 'handsy.'

Her crotch grabbed, Diana let out a quick, sexual moan, completely uncharacteristic of the persona she had so far developed, before shutting herself up, aware of the embarrassment. She'd pierce Carmen's eyes with her own, now somewhat afraid that the Italian would be forced to climax at some point after all.

Carmen couldn’t help but let out a dark, sadistic little chuckle as she found Diana’s ‘weakspot’. It wasn’t entirely uncharacteristic of her - after all, Carmen kept a very energetic private life, got into all sorts of deviancy when people weren’t looking. This was just the first time it had ever spilled out in the middle of the ring, in the middle of a fight. 

”Gotcha, again.” Carmen blew a kiss Diana’s way as her fingers swirled around the entrance. Diana was hot. Amazingly hot down there. Ripe for the taking.

Carmen swirled her fingers around the entrance, teasing Diana as much as the woman would let herself be teased. It only lasted as few seconds, before the tension got the better of her and she roughly plunged in with three fingers, plunging the folds for one vigorous moment, trying to see what resposne she might get from the fearsome, moaning Amazon beneath her.

Diana's intention to grab Carmen's hair and take control of the scenario had all but gone, as her arms fell wide to her sides, breathing escalated. She still kept up her impossible to break demeanour, even if Carmen had her all but tamed.

"Fucking...stop..." She'd roar in a mild mutter, eyes closing, body taking long drawn out breaths that gradually increased. To Diana, this 'hold' was no different then any wrestling manoeuvre, the pain simply now more mental than physical And if Diana 'gave up' in the way Carmen was working towards her, it would be somewhat louder and a little more growl orientated than one would usually submit.

She'd try to cross her legs, of course failing entirely with the woman ontop of her. Instead, she'd force out a threat through her increasing pants. "If..you fucking do..that...you'll regret it..."

This was an interesting little situation.

Carmen could have continued on - she was in a good enough spot that there’d be little Diana could do to stop her. However, she had enough experience with this sort of thing to appreciate the value of consent. The one, unbreakeable rule was that no always meant no. No exceptions. Ever.

She pulled her hands out, nice and slow, but she didn’t move her fingers too far. Just a couple of inches from Diana’s sex. ”I can stop.” She lowered her head and whispered straight into the Italian’s ear, accompanying her words with the occasional teasing lick. ”But you’re close. So close. I could push you right over, if you let me.”

Carmen nuzzled and sighed, letting her breath rolled over the sweat and saliva on Diana’s ear. ”No one has to know...just you and me.”

Diana merely sighed, her visible emotions a mix of fury and lust, body somewhat weak from the moment. She could of most likely forced Carmen off, since some of her amazon like strength had returned to her since Carmen was no longer trying to violently beat her. But still, where as her body was recovering, her will was somewhat lacking.

Hands still wide, she'd almost turn her head, shy, her face pulling an emotion Carmen probably hadn't seen the Italian pull out before. Hell, probably next to no one had. Diana blushed.

She'd turn her head, forcing the two fighters lips to once again meet, as she gave her a long, lustful, lover like kiss, her tongue briefly wrestling in the girls mouth before she withdrew, biting Carmen's lip as she exited.

She'd then turn her head again, cheek pressing against the mat, her blush as visible as ever. Diana offered no resistance whatsoever to whatever next the champion would do to her.

There were many, many ways Diana could have escaped this situation if she wanted to. She could have pushed Carmen off, mounted her, pinned her arms down and took control. She could have wrapped her arms around the pro boxer’s neck and squeezed her like the Italian anaconda she was. With Carmen’s arm still hurting, there would have been little she could do to stop the onslaught. They were both spent, but Diana had spent a little less, had more left in the tank.

But she didn’t do that. Nothing. There was a kiss, there was a bite, and then she relaxed. Carmen took that for as close as ‘yes, please’, as she was going to get.

Onward, then.

She brought those same three fingers into Diana’s sex and began to explore the folds with, starting up a simple rhythm. In and out, in and out, faster and faster and harder and harder. The whole time, she rocked her body against Diana’s sliding her own sex up that muscular leg of hers, pressing hard on it like it was hers and only hers to use. Just for a little while.

”Yes…” She rubbed their breasts against, pounding against the Italian’s more prodigious pair. The friction was starting to build, the sound of wet flesh slapping filled the air, and every moan Carmen made was louder and hoarser than the last.

Diana's breathing began to escalate, as she found her body rocking up and down with every of Carmen's grinding motions. She'd close her eyes, her embarrassment far too much to deal with. It wasn't that she didn't want the moment to be happening; it was simply the fact she'd never admit she was in fact enjoying it, even in the slightest.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." she'd mutter, each word becoming louder, as the Italian came closer and closer to climax, her champion level foe in complete control, Diana's own breasts used as a cushion of sorts for Carmen to rest on her whilst she worked her sex.

It didn't take much longer, before Diana's eyes again shot open, her head shooting up ever so slightly off the mat. Legs somewhat kicking out lightly as her sex became vastly damper, a long sexual moan came out of her somewhat closed mouth; the Italian biting her lip so hard that any harder would of drew blood, as she refused to fill the gym completely with a shattering, screeching moan from climax.