Personal Jesus

It was often believed, in the more lusty circles Carmen traveled, that the best submissives were dominants. Anyone looking for some evidence towards that only needed to look at the current scene.

Most of the time, Carmen enjoyed being on top, being in control. Managing things to her desire, whether in the ring or in the bed. She’d always been bigger and stronger than most other women. It came naturally. But not with Diana. This was a woman strong enough to keep her pin against a wall. To hold her place. To force her further and further to a heated end, regardless of how much she struggled.

She tried to fight, squirmed in the hold, but that only made her rub against Diana’s fulsome body even more. Her breasts pounded against her own, overwhelmed them, and the steamy breath poured over throat. The more that thigh rubbed against her sex, the hotter she got, and the clothes weren’t stopping the effect as much as one might think.

Closing her eyes, she began to breath in short, ragged bursts, getting quicker and quicker. Her tongue shot out and ran along Diana’s lips, sliding along the middle, as if begging to be let back in after all the damage she’d caused.

Getting hot, so hot…

Diana knew for a fact that if Carmen wanted out of the predicament, there would be no argument. Diana was strong, no doubt, but she would bet a hefty sum that even the strongest wrestler in AFW couldn't hold a woman whose every strike was a knockout blow for long. Through Diana's interpretation of her rivals actions, it seemed Carmen wanted her to continue, a fact that further heated the Italian and increased her thrusting greatly.

A part of Diana wanted to carry Carmen off into her bedroom, stripping the both of them naked and progressing into a lovemaking session that with both women's extreme endurance, would last the night. A small part.

The majority of Diana wanted to keep Carmen exactly where she was, for as long as need be, as the Italians mouth was invaded, deciding to release her lips and let Carmen slide inside. Entry was not without toll per say, as Diana let a mild bite land on Carmen's tongue, as revenge for essentially ripping her lips off moments ago.

Her eyes would stay locked with Carmen's, simply staring, no words being shared at all between the strong women. Her eyes on the other hand screamed, almost yelling out to the 24/7 champion, Diana's own arousal completely overlooked as she was but completely focused on the task at hand; Carmen Rodriguez, eyes muttering. 'Sit right there whilst I fuck you.'

Carmen had a short yelp - maybe a whimper - as Diana bit her tongue. Not unexpected. Nothing with this woman was ever easy. Everything had to be rough, carnal, destructive painful. Even the simple act of kissing was a fight in itself.

Carmen loved it. It made the whole process so much more energetic. Wild. Bestial. Like she wasn’t making love to an Italian in some Japanese apartment, but fucking a cavewoman at the dawn of time.

Diana’s eyes demanded obedience and her body obeyed, too wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment to consider defiance. Her mouth started to open, but not to speak. Not with any intelligible, at least. What came out was a low, throaty moan, as she was pushed further and further to the climax. It wasn’t a gentle, smooth process, she was getting dragged there, ripped along by Diana’s forceful will. But she was going there. No way to avoid it.

The walls began to give way, and they broke all at once, as Carmen let out a shrill scream. Her body bucked in Diana’s grasp, moving as much as the Amazon would allow, and she threw her head back without a care for it hitting the wall. She was coming. Long, drawn out spurts that ran down her leg, soaking her thin pants. The smell of her arousal was already filling the air, and her cry began to soften, fading out into a satisfied moan. Her body sagged in Diana's embrace, letting the muscular woman do with her as she pleased.

Just what she needed. Just right. "You win." Carmen finally whsipered, speaking right in Diana's ear. "I'm yours. Take me."

Diana continued the thrusting with incredible vigor, not giving Carmen a moment when her own firm thighs weren't exciting the champions sex. Here eyes refused to leave Carmen's own, not even blinking, watching as if Carmen was prey and Diana was rearing to pounce.

The scream at filled the room likely filled the one underneath, giving the neighbours once more a wake up call, if the two women's vicious but brief scuffle hadn't already done so. Diana took the opportune moment of Carmen's head lulling back in a scream to bite her own lip and once more scan down the Puerto Rican beauties body, before again latching back onto Carmen's as she gazed back at her, the Italian attempting to hide her own great arousal. The words that were finally released from Carmen's lips whiled the Italian up greatly, who now shuddered trying to hide her own heat. Even the idea of Carmen admitting herself under Diana's control would of sent the Italian into a lustful frenzy on any given day.

Sliding both hands under Carmen's rear and thighs, Diana would finally allow the woman some space from the wall, as she carried her somewhat infant like towards her sofa. Kicking the previously toppled over table away nonchalantly, she'd sit somewhat sideways on, Carmen partially on her knee, partially on the sofa itself, as Diana's hands made themselves as ever familiar with those toned hips. Notably, she still refused to break her own silence, and didn't once suggest to Carmen to remove her somewhat soaked clothes. Diana wouldn't outright admit it, but the thought of sexually dominating Carmen to the point of outright ruining her underwear and pants, made the Italian shiver with excitement.

This was turning Diana on, Carmen knew it. Oh, the raging Italian was trying to hide it. She wouldn’t want to show weakness. Wouldn’t want to let her know how much this was driving her wild, not even give her facial expression. Keep up that icy demeanor. But there were things she couldn’t control, here. Her body was honest, and that shiver wasn’t lying.

Carmen didn’t put up a fight as she was carried, effortlessly tugged along in Diana’s grasp. She couldn’t. Her body didn’t have the energy even if her mind was willing, which it wasn’t. She made sure the trip was eventful, too, as she peppered Diana’s neck with kisses and licks, savoring the taste of sweat on her steamy skin.

Once they were down and on the sofa, though, there were more options, and Carmen explored them. Those kisses went downward, traveling along Diana’s chest. A peck here. A lick there. A nibble there, especially around the aereola.

She’d cooled down. But she could heat back up easily enough.

Turning Diana on would be putting it likely. Like comparing the aftermath of a earthquake to 'a bit of bother.' If Diana had managed to completely sexually dominate Carmen for the rest of their encounter, the memory would likely live vividly with her for years. Carrying the near limp 24/7 champion as her body lulled against her, Diana's briefly discovered dream was about to seemingly become a reality.

Whilst Diana by no means had a move-by-move routine set up to try and make such a dream come true, she certainly had her ideas, hand already coming up to latch on Carmen's cheek as she intended to pursue her plan. That was, before Carmen decided to nearly cover the Italians toned body in marks. And not bruises either.

Her hand would briefly turn limp on Carmens cheek; what was to be a firm, forceful grip of Carmen quickly turned into something of a cheek rub, as Diana felt the woman begin to explore her body. In their usual encounters, Diana would of given Carmen as good as she got, likely turning their heated moment back into their atypical scuffles. But with the vision of forcing Carmen Rodriguez to orgasm against the wall still in her mind? You can bet Diana was heated, and near limp from it, to say the least.

"What..are you.." She'd finally break her silence.

Carmen continued on, tasting Diana, running her teeth along the skin, almost devouring her. Ordinarily, she would’ve been content to merely feel the Italian’s body with her hands, exploring with her fingers. But using her lips was a more intimate way of doing it, blending her taste along with the experience. As a cook, her tastebuds were more honed than most, and she could appreciate the wide array of flavors such a body offered, the aroma it radiated…

She was so lost in the moment that she almost didn’t notice that the pace had slowed down a bit. She would’ve been content to keep on, if Diana’s voice had cut through the silence like a cold wind on a hot summer’s day.

”It’s called ‘sex’.” She broke away for a moment, then went back to burying her head between Diana’s brests, getting lost in the enveloping curves. She slid her hand down the iron abs and slipped it underneath her undergarments, teasing more to come.

”You don’t wany any?”

Diana was a mix of emotions to put it mildly. Part of her wanted to hoist Carmen back up, and thrust into her until Diana herself could no longer stand. Part of her wanted her champion rival to be the one to take control; the latter of which was becoming more and more reality, as Diana's head lulled back, almost purring.

She'd close her eyes in a moan as Carmen essentially performed a gentle, licking motorboat of sorts on the Italian, before giving her an abrupt and quick answer, followed by a query.

Biting her lip, causing a low shriek to come from Diana's lips as she was painfully reminded of the mark on her lips courtesy of Carmen but moments ago, she'd again lull, hand shooting to Carmen's hip merely to hold the woman.

"You...fucking bitch..." She'd growl, now nearly fully limp and accepting of what Carmen was seemingly trying to do!

Diana’s response wasn’t a surprise by any stretch, but it put a smile on Carmen’s face. Couldn’t help it. It was so, so…her. The woman wasn’t exactly unpredictable, but that didn’t make her any less fun.

”Yes, I am.” She let her chuckle vibrate between Diana’s breast, then let her head raise up enough for her smile to be seen, pearly whites glowing in the dark. ”And you love it.”

Carmen pushed Diana over, getting on top of the iron beauty and straddling her waist. She raised up and caressed the Amazon’s head, running her hand over her face while she slid against, sliding hips close enough that she could feel the heat coming underneath, even through all the clothes.

Nice. Intimate. It didn’t last.

Carmen grabbed Diana’s hair and yanked it back, giving her more neck to feast on. She dropped down and run her tongue from the base of the throat all the way up to the chin, only taking a pause for slight nibbles along the way. Delicious…

A limp Diana merely observed as she was forced underneath Carmen; her body language screaming for Carmen to go on, whilst her facial expression tried its best to through an emotion that suggested otherwise. She couldn't keep the ruse for long though; her stubborn face quickly turning back into a satisfied one, eyes closing, teeth to lip, releasing a moan as Carmen ground against her.

The moment was almost lover like as Carmen simply held Diana's cheek; the Italians eyes slowly opening to gaze upon what was apparently a softer going Carmen. Until she reminded her otherwise.

Silently forced flat again, her body would arch, head lulling back deep into the couch as Carmen turned her into a human sized lolly-pop, equipped now with a few marks. A tiny part of Diana wanted to roll Carmen off and take control once more. But a big part of Diana wanted to merely stay flat, still and limp, and see how the 24/7 champion would work her. Raising a hand behind Carmen, she'd grab a handful of that tight rear, squeezing with her hand in an attempt to remind Carmen that whilst Diana was letting her have her way currently, she was by no means placid.