Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Now things got complicated. Dr. Cutter was certainly of a mind to fight back and establish dominance in this scenario, knowing full well how far things could get out of hand if Esdeath was allowed to have her way. She knew what she would do in such a position, and since the two of them shared a similar mind, it wasn’t too difficult to picture what would be coming her way next.

She should’ve fought harder. Resisted. But it felt so good. That hand on her breast, their touching skin, the mingling sweat, the heady scent in the air…

The next thing Dr. Cutter knew, she was being lifted off floor like a babe and placed on top of the turnbuckle, hung like a trophy for Esdeath to put on display, her body wide open. For the moment, there wasn’t terribly much she could do about it, as the sweat began to drip off her body and form a pool below.

Her first step was complete, to have the fellow dominatrix upsidedown like this was something she had wanted for a while. The woman was ready for punishment and while the whip would have been a good idea, she needed to soften her up for to make sure she stayed there for a good while, not to mention allow the blood the rush to her head and make things difficult. Esdeath lowered herself onto her knees, her lips curling in a knowing smirk while bringing her fingers over to stroke along Dr. Cutter's inner thigh, ' down ' to her abs and even her chest to give it a healthy grope. She brought her hand back up, licking the drops of sweat they collected from each digit before a purr came out. " Not bad.. " She mused, her eyes trailing down at the captured dominatrix.

She straightened herself on her knees, taking a few crawling steps forward until she could plant her own sweaty ass right down upon the woman's face, wasting little time to bring her hands around to cup and roughly massage dr. Cutter's butt cheeks while her head would move in to give her opponent a passionate kiss upon her bare sex, looking to attack her a lot more sexually now while at the same time making sure her generously sized ass would deny her air.

This was a new experience, Dr. Cutter couldn’t deny that much. It was almost surreal in a way - she’d spent so much of her time as the controller, she’d almost completely forgotten what it was like to be at someone’s mercy, to be dominated. But Esdeath was reminding her, in grand fashion.

She started to struggle about in the tree of woe, twitching this way and that, when she noticed the world suddenly growing darker. She barely had time to look up before Esdeath’s bare ass came down on her face, plunging her into a world of sweaty darkness, pinning her skull to the mat and keeping it still. That wasn’t to say she was quiet about it - how could she be, when soft hands were caressing her own cheeks and softer lips were playing at her sex?

She moaned, long and hard, with each noise she made getting muffled by Esdeath’s heavenly body, caught by the ice princess’ flesh.

With their new position set, Esdeath was ready to partake on Dr. Cutter's body, hiding the smirk while her lips would grace over the woman's sex, her tongue stroking along those folds before she would go for deeper contact, thrusting her tongue inside to get a good taste of the fellow dominatrix. Her hands decided to go for their own attack, one starting to massage the woman's rear cheek, kneading her fingers into like it was simple dough she wanted to manipulate while the other would seek an equally round target, Dr. Cutter's breast.

Both were given the same treatment, a firm grope and massage session while she made sure that she herself was comfortable in her own position, her large rear upon the woman's face, smothering her and denying her any vision while she enjoyed every inch of Dr. Cutter's body, releasing a healthy, vibrating purr into the woman's sex.

Dr. Cutter was a good liar, able to spin a yarn at the drop of a hat, but even she couldn’t lie to herself - Esdeath was doing a magnificent job of putting pleasure into her body, almost as good as she could’ve done if the positions were reversed. She massaged the skin with masterful fingers, playing with every nerve and tingling the fine hairs, and the way she worked her breasts at the same time…

It was divine. Simply divine. The whole scene was, really, save for the pressing lack of oxygen.

It, combined with the blood rushing to her skull, was starting to take a toll on the Operator, even as Esdeath continually worked her way to the edge.

Esdeath had trouble accepting which of the various things she was enjoying. Her large, sweaty rear down upon Dr. Cutter's face, denying her air while at the same time making sure that even her vision was blocked by ass flesh, the tasty sex before her that was quivering from submission thanks to the position, allowing Esdeath to flick or even penetrate it if she wanted to, grinding her tits in Dr. Cutter's abs while doing the same thing vice versa or even the way that the woman was accepting this position, even if the lack of air was a big bonus to it.

Dominatrices usually did not care about eachother's orgasm, at least not in things like these but Esdeath had to admit that the fight so far had left a certain burning within her body that needed to calm and the only way to do so was to enjoy Dr. Cutter's body, from her face being the perfect pillow to feasting on her pussy until the woman was worked over.

Dr. Cutter was many things - a sexy dresser, a lover of the female anatomy and latex and high-heels, a genius in her own right - but she was also distinctly human. She needed to breathe like anyone else, and as great as the ass on her face felt, Esdeath was keeping her from doing that. It was an insane tease - as much as she wanted to enjoy the flesh rubbing against her and the tongue between her folds, the feelings were fading fast. There was an unseen timer ticking away.

Her world was fading. Her thrashing was slowing down. She was going to go to sleep, but not before she blessed Esdeath with a parting gift.

The heat between Dr. Cutter’s legs reached a scalding boil, and out came the results. Her orgasms were like the woman herself, unpredictable and violent, sending spurt after spurt out, even as Esdeath continued to lap away, filling the Operator’s body with a raw bliss. Underneath Esdeath’s ass, she had a final smile, before the world went dark and quiet...

The orgasm was enough to suddenly make Esdeath push down with all her weight, parting her lips completely so she could lap at those juices, tasting it almost needingly while she held the woman in position, closing one eye as she took the time to both drink and clean the woman's sex after she was done. With a final lick along her lips, she found herself with a docile opponent, finally raising her warm, sweaty ass from the woman's face to realize that Dr. Cutter had passed out. This caused Esdeath to grin, kneeling behind the woman's head so she could bring her hands over that body, feeling up those abs before she would begin to squeeze those breasts. " Oho, we're going to have so much fun.. "

She decided to rest for the time being, though she thought about fucking Dr. Cutter with a strap on until she awakens, it wasn't as fun if those reactions were simply too low for her to enjoy. With that, she would grasp the woman by the hair and place that head on her lap, her other hand moving down to once again fondle that breast lovingly, allowing Dr. Cutter to rest and awaken at her own leasure, though until then Esdeath was just going to play with her chest and familiarize herself with the woman's body!

Dr. Cutter woke to the feeling of her breasts being played with. A new feeling, but one that she could get used to - she would have to talk to Sista A about making that happen more often. She was in a lap, judging by the soft, bare skin she felt against her head, and when she opened up her eyes, she found her gaze locked with the cool blue glare of Esdeath. Looking up into perfection.

”Enjoying the touch?” She cooed and nuzzled into Esdeath’s lap, rubbing the back  of her head against the woman’s sex. ”Feel free to help yourself. Though I’m not quite close to submitting just yet.”

She reached up and ran a finger under Esdeath’s chin. ”We could always just fuck, you know.”

There was a victorious yet stern glare in Esdeath's eyes when the woman awoke. The Dominatrixs had been going on for a while and it was both violent and sexual, yet that was the thing Esdeath knew would happen and had prepared for it. She parted her lips to release a gentle sigh when she rubbed back against her sex, spreading her legs slightly before her attention went back to the woman on her lap, smirking down at her.

" I'm sure that would be grand, though the match doesn't technically allow that until after one of us is victorious. " She replied, giving that breast a gentle squeeze before her fingers pressed rubbed into it like some sort of kneading machine, licking over her own lips as the dark dominatrix definitely looked delicious from this position.