AV 16 Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear (c) vs. Minerva Larsen

Unlike the first time Minerva had struck her with that riding crop Natasha wasn't dazed or feeling out of it from the blow, the bluenette was wishing she was however as she rolled about on the mat grasping at her neck. The pain from the initial strike was excrutiating enough but each time she tried to take a breath it felt like her throat was on fire, making each gulp of air a painful effort. The pain and the struggle for air had her far too preoccupied to resist Minerva as she laid herself atop Natasha, matching herself up with the Frenchwoman chest to chest with one of her hands grasping onto Natasha's wrist.

Natasha only then began to question the whereabouts of the woman's other hand, too late she discovered when Minerva put the riding crop to a different use. The first thrust inside her sex was a complete to Natasha, her body seizing up as her senses switched from pain to pleasure instantly, the wave of euphoria numbing the pain somewhat but her mind was in no less of a haze as she began to moan beneath Minerva.

Minerva may have been denied those sweet moans earlier in the bout, but she was certainly getting to enjoy them now. Her lips stretched into a smug grin while she began to pump the crop's handle back and forth in Natasha's womanhood. She could already tell just from looking into her foe's eyes how good this was making the champion feel, whether she'd ever admit it or not. Now all she needed to do was keep stimulating her a little while longer, then Minerva was sure she'd have a perfect opportunity to make Natasha cum right here in the middle of the ring.

Natasha was pinned beneath Minerva with nowhere to go while the woman pounded her pussy with the thick handle of the riding crop, the bluenette's hair an absolute mess as she shook her head from side to side, doing the little she could in resistance. Glancing sideways at her one free arm Natasha then brought it up in what she hoped would be a surprise hit across the cheek of Minerva, the frenchwoman lashing out instinctively while her pussy was aching for release, only her quickly fading willpower holding it at bay for the moment.

A sudden blow caught Minerva right on her cheek, surprising her and causing her to stumble off of Natasha, and the crop to slip out of her sex. But the challenger wasn't just going to let Natasha off quite so easily. Immediately she raised the crop and swung it out, aiming to smack it right against her foe's pussy once, then again a second and third time just for good measure.

She boguth herself a momentary respite with that hard slap across the other woman's face, Natasha rolling over while Minerva tumbled off of her, and immediately scrambling forward on her hands and knees. Natasha only made it a few feet before she felt a sharp pain in between her legs followed by the loud thack the riding crop made as it struck against her sex. There was no pushing through that and she froze up, collapsing onto her front where a second and then a third lash from the crop struck upon her clit, bringing with it not just pain by an immense pleasure that overwhelmed the little resistance she had left to the orgasm that had built within her.

The bluenette cried out once before her juices began to freely spill out from her sex, her body trembling beneath the intensity of her release as she became the first one to cum in their match. She rolled over onto her back, hands down between her legs to protect her pussy from further abuse while her orgasm ran its course.

Minerva was feeling rather proud of herself as she literally whipped Natasha straight into an orgasm. The sight of the champion lying before her in that state alone was euphoric to the Danish queen. After pausing a few moments to admire her work, she decided to try to hammer her dominance in even further. Minerva removed the rest of her clothes and cast them aside, allowing the crowd to bask in the glory of her perfect body. Then she moved to straddle Natasha’s upper thigh, and attempted to pry her hands away so she could press and grind her pussy right against her foe’s.

Natasha couldn't remember the last time her first orgasm in a match had been so intense though she gave the credit to the riding crop rather than Minerva herself. Laying flat on her back she was still caught up in the euphoria of her orgasm as Minerva took control of her, forcing the champion into a precarious position she lacked the strength to fight out of. Weak as she was Natasha couldn't do anything except steel herself for the tribbing duel, gritting her teeth as her hyper sensitive sex came under attack again. She reached up trying to grab onto Minerva's breasts which swayed as she ground their pussies together, the Frenchwoman trying to fight back in whatever way she could.

The moment her sex pressed against Natasha’s Minerva started to grind back and forth, thoroughly enjoying herself as she fucked the champion beneath her. Then, once again, her foe’s hands came up and grasped onto her breasts. Minerva grabbed her wrists. But instead of attempting to pry the hands away, she held them against her while sneering down at Natasha.

“That’s it. Worship your queen~” she said through a cold grin. Obviously that wasn’t Natasha’s intention at the moment, and Minerva understood that. But anything she could say or do to further assert her dominance was a step in the right direction. In doing so, she also ran a risk of being pushed over the edge herself. But Minerva was practically drunk on her own ego. And even with Natasha’s hands working over her breasts and the the pleasurable sensation of the tribbing, she still believed she could force another orgasm out of her foe before having one herself. But with each second that passed, she drew closer and closer to the edge.

Now it just seemed to be a matter of time until either Minerva’s ego was justified, or the champion’s resilience and endurance prevailed...

While she rarely let people see it, Natasha was at her core a prideful woman, her upbringing hadn't allowed for anything but a deep pride in who she was and what she could do. Everything about Minerva was an insult to that pride, where most others looked to her with at least some hint of respect for what she had accomplished Minerva looked down on her exclusively, just as she was right then as she stared down at her in the midst of their tribbing battle. She had cum first and that alone was motivation enough to drive Natasha, but that grin on Minerva's lips was furthewr fuel on the fire. "Queen? I see no one that fits that description other than myself." She declared with a sly smile of her own while she steeled herself for quite the endurance test between them. Her fingers dug into those large mounds with less force, Natasha adopting a more tender massaging style to her groping once Minerva had pulled her hands to her chest. She was already feeling a second orgasm building up within her but Natasha was determined to outlast Minerva.

Minerva merely laughed in amusement at Natasha’s retort. “You are a mere princess unfit for the crown you hold. But don’t worry. I will relieve you of that burden soon,” she said through a wicked smile while continuing to grind her sex against the champion’s. All the while Natasha’s soft hands tenderly working on Minerva’s breasts elevated her pleasure to new heights. Soon the raven haired challenger had ceased paying attention to the battle of wills. She wasn’t sure if Natasha was close to her next orgasm or not, but the ecstasy of fucking her opponent like this was simply overwhelming. After a few more moments Minerva moaned and her juices began to splash against Natasha’s sex. She continued to grind and thrust until her orgasm finally subsided, then for a few moments Minerva remained completely still, panting and smiling blissfully, before finally rolling off of Natasha. She wasn’t sure if she’d made the defending champion cum again, nor was she entirely sure she cared. That had felt amazing. There was a chance Minerva had just put herself in risk by indulging herself like that. But the arrogant Dane was still confident she could put this away before the champion could turn the tables on her again.