Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Dr. Cutter shuddered after she pulled back, loving the feel of warm breath against her breath, the electric sensation on her skin. She couldn’t see Esdeath’s face from her position, but she could imagine it all too well. Those flustered cheeks. Perhaps an exasperated expression? Distress, panic, exhaustion...a lovely mix.

She wanted to indulge, but knew better than to waste her time - she could have fun here, yes, but there had to be a point to it all. So, when no words came from Esdeath’s mouth, she moved back just enough to give her rival a quick kiss on the lips, then put her right back into her fleshy prison, pressing down on her face with the breast smother, applying it even tighter than before.

”If you won’t use your breath to say what I want, you won’t use it at all.”

The main reason she held herself quite was to recover lost air and strength, not to mention an attempt to lessen the heat in her face but those large breasts just swaying above her face was something that almost entices her to submit and lick away.The fellow dominatrix knew her part, knew her actions and what words to use to even trigger a moan from Esdeath, something she was rather impressed with. When that soft kiss came, she made her move. She had plenty of space now, wrapping both her arms around Dr. Cutter's head when she pulled away from the kiss and finally spoke. " Just a little taste..? You're going to have to treat me better than that.. "

She showed a grin, pulling the woman down for another kiss, a deep one at that. She wanted to dominate Dr. Cutter's mouth and distract her, at least long enough so she could use the grip around her head and her own body to turn them around and force Dr. Cutter on her back and reverse their positions, all the while to maintain the kiss to keep on wrestling Dr. Cutter in a different way!

As much as Dr. Cutter craved control, even she couldn’t deny the allure of her current situation. There was something odd about finding an equal, and for the first time in a long time, she found herself contemplating someone as more than a tool to be used. While she preferred lackeys, working with someone on her own level had its innate perks…

An idle thought, as she ravaged her opponent. One she made note to come back to later, given the current developments.

To Esdeath’s eternal credit, she proved to be anything but a passive victim to Anesthesia’s amorous assault. She found her own intimacy thrown right back at her in equal measure, as the ice queen reached up and brought their lips together with a melting kiss. The two of them tumble, and just like that, the roles were seemingly reversed - Esdeath was on top, and Anesthesia was trapped below, wide open in several ways.

But even so, she was smiling as they pulled away. ”Being on top isn’t the same as being in control, dear.”

Being able to reverse the predicament she was in seemed like a boon for many but Esdeath wasn't quite done yet, narrowing her eyes down at the woman as she spoke, knowing exactly what she meant by that but the dominatrix decided to remain casual about it. " True.. But that is why I came prepared.. " With that, she would lean forward to lower her sweaty, overheated chest right down upon Dr. Cutter's face for a worse smother, aiming to not only take away the woman's air but also to cover her vision with flesh.

She didn't body to hold the woman's head but rather had both hands perform different tasks, one hand moving up to grab Dr. Cutter's breast, squeezing and twisting it while the other hand would go further down, gently brushing along those abs before working it's way between Dr. Cutter's legs to start rubbing the palm of her hand over the woman's crotch, trying to distract her in multiple ways.

In hindsight, Dr. Cutter should've seen this coming. She'd done unto Esdeath, and now Esdeath was going to do unto her.

Sure enough, a pair of lovely breasts descended on her face, covering her mouth and nose in sweet, succulent flesh. To her rival’s credit, she wasn't satisfied with merely smothering her - no, she had some interesting additions.

Dr. Cutter moaned as as welcomed hands explored her body, sliding along her sides and working between her legs. While the lack of air was a small problem, she couldn't resist the urge to writhe about under Esdeath's breasts. She didn’t move too much, rationing her air - she would try an earnest escape in a moment. After she let Esdeath run her course.

So, for now, she was content to lick and nibble at Esdeath’s breasts, enjoying the taste.

Esdeath had to keep an eye on those hands, just in case they might make things difficult for the blue haired dominatrix but at the same time her own hands had to constantly work to work the woman up, all the way keeping her breasts enveloped around DR. Cutter's head to deny her air. Off course she wasn't going to completely knock the woman out but this was a good chance to recover her own lost air and strength, not to mention to cool down from all the hot action she had endured so far!

She began to grind her breasts lightly in Dr. Cutter's face, allowing her some air from time to time while her fingers would dance along the lips of Dr. Cutter's sex, threatening to penetrating her index finger inside to explore the tightness while the other hand would alternate between breasts, massaging and squeezing them and occasionally patting the woman's stomach.

Dr. Cutter wouldn’t lie, she quite enjoyed the sensation of those bare, sweaty breasts rubbing over her face. She took advantage of every opportunity to gain air, breathing as best she could, but when she wasn’t doing that, her time was wisely spent loving the feel of that pale flesh against her own darkening complexion. She indulged in the moment, sinking her teeth into the breasts every now and then, nipping here, sucking there, licking all over.

But the finger at her sex was most interesting. Esdeath teased, but if she thought Dr. Cutter might shy away from the implication, she’d made a grave mistake. That sort of attention was more than welcome, and the Operator demonstrated it by thrusting up with her hips, letting Esdeath’s digit go deeper.

”Mmm.” Dr. Cutter moaned and brought her head back far enough to let a few words go loose. ”Surely you can do better than that, dear. Don’t keep a lady waiting…”

Esdeath had various ideas to deal with her opponent and they all required those limbs to be unable to retaliate. She looked up for a brief moment, taking in the closest turnbuckle before she would bring those sweaty breasts back down upon Dr. Cutter's face for a length breast smother. She didn't answer her just yet, simply waiting half a minute before she would relinquish herself from her opponent, instead rising to her knees to let her breasts cool down while her hand would lower to grasp Dr. Cutter's hair, gently tugging on it to see what the woman would do.

Still, she was not done just yet, slowly raising herself up onto her feet and intending to take Dr. Cutter on her feet as well, wanting to drag her towards the nearest turnbuckle to press her up against it.

For her insolence, Dr. Cutter was given another breast smother. There were far worse punishments to receive.

For a few heavenly and hellish seconds, she was cast into a sweaty prison of flesh, devoid of any light. Once more, she wasn’t too worried, knowing that Esdeath couldn’t win the match this way, but she did realize that the smother could serve another purpose. It weakened her and gave the blue-haired vixen time to think, to regroup and plan her next move. With women like them, that could be lethal.

So it was no surprise when the breasts were pulled away and Dr. Cutter found herself being hauled to her feet and dragged along the canvas. For the moment, she conserved her strength and let Esdeath do as she pleased, not resisting as she was push into the corner.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t do anything, of course, but reaching Esdeath’s waist and groping her ass could hardly be considered a typical offensive maneuver.

With nudity for both women, it was much easier to go for sensual strikes and holds to make the other succumb and between two dominatrixes that was almost the real reason they fought. Esdeath admired her work, bringing her right hand down to drag her index finger along Dr. Cutter's tummy. She was not someone to linger on one spot for too long though, stroking the back of her finger upwards to the woman's chest, gently cupping one in her head to give it a healthy massage, raising her head to look into Dr. Cutter's eyes but spared no words for her, instead letting the simple action be the conversation between them.

Still, there was work to be done and the sculpture was right in front of her. Her lips curled into a smile as she would instead adjust her hands to try and bring one between Dr. Cutter's legs and the other to her shoulder, making it perfectly visible what she was about to do. She wanted to lift the woman off her feet, turn her and lay her legs over the top ropes to start setting her up for a tree of woe.