Hardstyle Hentai! - Elsa Karlsson vs Masuyo Ai (IM)

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Match
Win Condition: Win by pin or submission AFTER making your opponent orgasm
(Posted with permission from MJCaboose)

Elsa Karlsson:

Esla was a bit nervous to say the least as she looked herself over in the locker room. It was going to be her first hentai match tonight, and she was kinda terrified. She was currently wearing mini shorts, a top, a yellow tie, and white gloves, while her undergarments comprised of a black g-string. Far out of her comfort zone at the moment, Elsa was still excited and even turned on a bit as she imagined the results of this match she’d be in. “Ok…ok…you are sexy…v-very sexy! And you’ll make whoever you face…c-cum all over the place…” she would say to herself in order to get into the mood. Which was working quite a bit thankfully. So after taking a deep breath, the swede would make her way out of the locker room to make her entrance.

The woman’s music would play loudly as she walked out for all eyes to see. The fact that she was clearly blushing only made the crowd roar louder as she walked down the ramp. Even though this was a bit uncomfortable, Elsa still made an effort to look sexy as she waved to the crowd and blew kisses. Then as she reached the ring and climbed up the side, the swede did something that surprised even her. That being as she went through the ropes, she’d wiggle her rear while halfway through the ropes, and give herself a spank before getting in fully.

She may have been embarrassed, but Elsa was fully capable of powering through it and giving the crowd a show as she leaned back against her corner. Ready to see just what kind of looker her opponent was.

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Masuyo Ai:

Masuyo looked over the straps on her bra once more in the mirror, making sure they were as tight as they could be. She did the same with her shorts. Or...short shorts rather. They were oddly comfortable for how tightly they hugged her hips and thighs. A thought came to her mind as she looked over her tight body.

One of these matches already, huh?

She hadn't been in AFW long and she was already scheduled for one of their more popular events. It felt only slightly strange. She’d had a few admirers back in the octagon, but never truly received any of them within the cage. The only contact she shared on the mat was the mutual exchange of punches and kicks. But when a challenge arose, she seldom refused it, no matter how....involved it may become. This match had apparently sold quite a few tickets as well. Her opponent must be a fan favorite. That, or she must have made quite the impression after her debut. Hopefully it was the latter, since she was looking forward to getting more pairings.

With one last look over, Masuyo made her way through the halls and to the ramp and placed her hands on her hips. Her entrance music blasted throughout the arena. As she made her way down towards the ring, the lights came shining down upon her, the shine reflecting off her perfect skin. Her pretty, pink lips curled into a small smile appreciating the cheers and whistles of a number of men from the sidelines. A few women too, actually. Huh.

She quickly picked up speed and hopped over the top rope before looking at her opponent. Whoa. Pristine. The clean white hair especially added to an ethereal beauty about her. Her outfit was so neat and symmetrical. Not a detail out of place. Was she actually a cop, taking that much attention to a uniform? That or she must have been fussing for a while. Still, nothing wrong with attention to detail. And her body looked just as well kept. There wasn’t much not to like about this girl so far.

“Hey there.” She said cooly. “The name’s Masuyo. You look pretty fit, I have to say. I hope you put up a hell of a fight. I like to work for my meal.”

She caught herself licking her lips, feeling slightly embarrassed. The atmosphere was intoxicating. She couldn’t help but get into it. She made a mental note to check if a chemical went around the room before these kinds of matches.

Elsa had one thought as the woman walked down the ramp towards her…”OhMyGod!OhMyGod!…she's hot…too hot!”. Masuyo would jump right over the top rope as the swede looked on stunned by the woman’s beauty. “Um h-hi! My name’s Elsa Karlson…and thanks! I work out…but you look…stunning...I mean…those abs are so…yum...” she would stutter as she tried to find the words. The swede knew she had to talk a bit dirty too though to make sure she din’t come off as an easy "meal”. So with a deep breathe, the woman would say something so tough, and so dirty, that it blew herself away.

“I’l put up a fight alright! Just make sure you’re prepared for the fucking I’m gonna give you, Masuyo!” Elsa would say before blushing widely from what she had just said.

“So…let’s do this!” the swede would exclaim as the bell rang out to signal the start of the match. Now while this was a hentai match, it was also a No DQ hardstyle one…meaning Elsa had to beat on her opponent as well as pleasure her to orgasm. So as she approached the toned woman, Elsa would raise her hands for a lock up to start things off.

But despite her nerves, the swede would lick her lips just as Masuyo had while approaching. Clearly she had become just as, if not more, intoxicated by the atmosphere as her opponent was. The difference being that she was far less cool headed as Masuyo.

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Oh, this was too cute. The white-haired beauty’s face lit up almost like a Christmas tree. Masuyo couldn’t help but chuckle as the woman across from her attempted to boast. Her legs were practically trembling.

“What's the matter? Are you nervous?” Masuyo teased, “No fighter should be embarrassed of her body. Especially in the ring! You better make it up to me, alright? Show me you can fight better than you taunt.”

Still, while she was poking fun, Masuyo felt an odd attraction to the girl. More so than before. There was something about her nervousness that fed into Masuyo’s arousal. Her heart beat strongly inside of her chest as Elsa edged closer to her. She felt her entire body flare and tense, from the choking of her throat to the burning sensation between her legs. This was going to be a hell of a fight after all.

She’d lunge forward into her grapple, bringing her lips so close to her ear, breathing warm breaths against it.

“You should know better than to grapple with me. But hey, I get to see you on you’re back.”

With overwhelming strength, Masuyo would attempt to force the girl to the ground. If that worked, she could scramble on top of her, forcing her entire weight down on her body, locking eyes with her opponent. The temptation in her eyes would gleam for but a moment as they feasted upon the Swede’s fine curves.

Elsa clearly didn’t make a dent on her opponent as she tried to intimidate the best she could. This Masuyo woman was respectable though. Here they were about to fuck each other in a packed stadium, but she had no fears about it and even scolded the swede for being embarrassed about her body. And she was completely right, Elsa was better than this, so she’d be sure to make it up to her opponent.

So as the two began to grapple, the swede would find herself being overpowered by Masuyo. Slowly but surely, Elsa would be forced onto her back quite dominantly by the toned woman, who’s breasts soon mashed against her own as she laid on top.

“Heh…I guess you’re right where you belong...for now~” Elsa would purr in a daze like state as she stared into Masuyo’s eyes and the desire that filled them. They were grayish but beautiful none the less, and the swede was entranced by them. But Elsa would take this moment as her opponent’s eyes feasted on her own body, as she attempt to roll them over and pin Masuyo’s arms down quickly and surprisingly.

“You have gorgeous eyes by the way…” the swede would purr as she attempted this quick reversal. And if she got on top, Elsa would attempt to get the first kiss of the night. One which would be both passionate and fierce with lust. This would be a match of many firsts, though, and Elsa could hardly wait to go through them with Masuyo.

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The match had just begun and Masuyo was intent on drawing out the first blood. Normally, the successful grapple would have counted. Normally. But for this match, she had to assert herself and her dominance from the start sensually.

Elsa had other ideas clearly. The compliments were starting to throw her off, especially the one on her eyes. That was a one she hadn't heard before. As confident as she was, this was Masuyo’s first hentai match. Hell, first time doing anything like this. She had all sorts of styles and tactics to learn, as she would find out.

“Oh,” She stammered, her heart making a heavy thump from the expression on the Swede’s soft face.  “Thanks. I-”

She was cut off when Elsa flipped her onto her back in an unexpected show of dominance. Masuyo noticed the lust in the Swede’s eyes as she puckered her lips, moving slowly down to her face. As much as she would have liked to, there was no way Masuyo would take this lying down.

“See, you can do it once you’ve taken an interest. But...” She shot her head forward, pressing her face into Elsa’s before meeting her lips. She tugged at her bottom lip as she broke the kiss, savoring the taste of her glossy lips. “I’m always first.”

She’d then run her hand down the woman’s body, attempting to sneak it into her shorts and between her legs. If she could manage it, she could start building her opponent’s release right away, shifting the momentum her way.

The swede thought she was losing her mind as she leaned down towards her opponent’s lips. The woman seemed to be just as thrown off as she was after being complimented about her eyes, which was making the white haired brawler’s heart beat like a drum. But just as Elsa was about to kiss the woman, who’s heart was beating hard as well, Masuyo would suddenly shoot forward and kiss her first.

“Mmmmhh!?” Elsa would say before moaning out as their lips collided and her eyes went wide. Clearly surprised by the toned woman’s eagerness, the swede would find herself bright red as she closed her eyes to focus on their passionate kissing. Just as things were getting good though, Masuyo would break it off as she bit Elsa’s bottom lip. Which nearly made her putty on top of the woman.

“Heh...I think that was a tie, sexy~” the swede would say as she leaned in to kiss her again. Just as she did though, Elsa would let out a gasp against Masuyo’s lips as her hand slid into her shorts and right between her legs. Causing the swede to squirm a bit as she felt sex practically burning with lust.

“Oooh! N-not so...fast!” Elsa panted as she tried to grab her opponent’s hand. But the swede couldn’t bring herself to remove it just yet. It was dangerous, and stupid, but Elsa wanted to feel just what Masuyo could do with her body. So with a strong grip on that hand, she’d keep it right there as she kissed the strong looking demon of a woman.

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This woman sure was eager. Masuyo was certain that Elsa would try to move her hand away once she felt her grip her wrist. Instead, she just kept it there. The raven-haired girl couldn’t tell if her opponent was bold, eager, or simply neither. Whatever. She’d be finished soon enough.

Either way, Masuyo was happy with this position. The woman was so warm underneath despite it being so early in the match. Either the last bits of embarrassment were still tapering off, or the white-haired beauty felt a genuine attraction. Hopefully it was the latter, as the feeling was mutual and was only reinvigorated as she explored the girl below the belt. She was so supple, so tender. The spot between Masuyo’s legs burned with ecstasy, and she was certain the same was true for the other pair she was becoming more familiar with. Masuyo couldn’t wait to get between them, but the match came first. A thought came to mind that she had to snicker at.

“Does the curtain match the drapes, I won-”

Elsa cut her off by planting a deep kiss on her lips. Her mind swirled and her heart raced as they exchanged warm breaths. It was gentle, yet forceful, exactly the way Masuyo liked it. She was enjoying it too much, letting the warmth completely envelop her. What was this kiss for again? Ah, right. She had a match to win.

Not forgetting her position, her fingers went to work exploring the officer’s folds. Not as wet as she was expecting, but she could fix that. With her free hand, she moved to undo the officer’s tie while pushing herself deeper into the kiss. Tossing the fabric aside, she’d slowly caress her finger down and between her breasts before breaking off to the right and making her way to her nipple, pinching it gently, twisting and pulling it to elicit whatever pleasant reaction she could.

As she felt her becoming more receptive, Masuyo would increase the pace of her fingers. Eyeing her expression carefully, she’d take care not to push Elsa over the edge too fast. It felt like it would be a waste of match if they weren’t both satisfied.

Elsa was in heaven as she stayed on top of her opponent, who was giving her more pleasure than she had ever expected this match would give her. Though the comment about her…”Drapes” made the swede shudder a bit in embarrassment, she was just fine with the woman continuing to work her sex over.

“Mmm…d-don’t say that…It’s personal...” Elsa would stutter as she broke the kiss briefly before resuming the contact of their lips. The truth was the curtains did match the drapes…and she was too far shy to admit it. Still with the woman tossing her tie away to the side, the white haired beauty couldn’t stay like this for too long. Which was something Masuyo must have realized because after both had lost themselves in the lust of their kissing, the raven haired woman had tossed away her tie, her hand began to snake its way to her breast. And from their, her opponent would begin to play with the swede’s nipple, which she would pinch, twist, and pull to the horror of Elsa. Not because she disliked it, but because of the wide eyed moan that escaped her mouth.

“Ooohh!~ No-no-no! N-not there...P-please!~” Elsa would moan as her free hand grabbed a hold of Masuyo’s wrist tightly. It must’ve sounded quiet funny to hear her asking to “please” not touch her there, but she couldn’t help it in her ecstatic mindset. Trying to stop the sudden attack on her breast. The swede would also attempt to finally pull her opponent’s hand from her shorts before she’d force an orgasm from her sex…which was becoming more and more likely as she toyed with it.

If successful Elsa would try rolling away a bit and grab the ropes. That way she could pull herself up and ready herself for her opponent’s next attack. She needed to regroup badly after all, and if she was hit by another one too soon, it might actually put Elsa over the edge.

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God, this match was intense. She did full body workouts regularly and most of them were on par with the stamina she was losing now.

She never expected Elsa to be so responsive. The way her body twisted and turned with every pinch and twist. Masuyo felt as though her hands were moving on their own. Something was stirring inside her. She had to probe further and further into the the woman on top of her. She wanted to see this beauty unravel all over her. Then she noticed her running away.

“Hey, where’re you going? This match is just getting started. Thought you were gonna show me some moves?"

Bringing her fingers to her lips, she tasted the Swede’s pussy juice. Running her tongue over her wet fingers inside her mouth, she took them out with an audible pop. An elated smile brightened her face.

“You know, I'm a serious glutton for sweets.”

Lunging forward, she attempted to grab for Elsa’s leg to force her from the ropes.

“These are in the way. Lemme have them, sweet stuff.”

Her mouth tingled and lips twitched with excitement. She drew heavier and heavier breaths as she attempted to drag Elsa closer towards her. If she managed that, she would latch hands onto the sides of her shorts, attempting to force them off her legs and bury her face between the white angel’s legs, taking in her scent.

Elsa was just grabbing onto the ropes as Masuyo did something she wasn’t prepared for. The so called demon of shibuya began to lick her fingers that were covered in the swede’s juices. Then after making a loud pop as she took them out, Mausyo would smile at her, and admit she was a glutton for sweet. “Oh no…this isn’t good…she’s soooooo much better at talking dirty than me!” Elsa thought as she looked on, stunned by the woman’s actions. But then as she lunged forward, the raven haired beauty would grab a hold of the swede’s legs and pull her away from the ropes.

“WOAH! What’re you…Nonononononono-OH!~” Elsa would shout out as Masuyo removed those short shorts, opened her legs wide, and dove right into her sex, face first. She may have still had her g-string, but it did not help at all as the demon had her way with the white haired beauty.

It may have been the hottest thing that had ever happened to her…and it was a very good thing she had told Mr and Mrs. Karlson NOT to watch tonight. It would’ve been…they might’ve…her mother would’ve died. BUT right now Elsa didn’t even think about that. All she could do was moan as Masuyo’s face conquered her sex.

The swede could’ve been defeated right there and now. She was putty in Masuyo’s hands after all…and she had the intense desire to let the demon have her body as a personal sex toy. But on the other hand…Elsa knew her opponent wanted a challenge. And she was going to give her demon goddess one no matter what. So Elsa would then attempt to wrap her legs around Masuyo’s face, and begin to squeeze the demon even tighter against her wet sex with a rather powerful scissor hold.

“I-IS THAT SWEET ENOUGH...SEXY!?” Elsa would shout as her face became bright red. “This is what you get when you’re a glutton!~” the swede would say with a moan as she grabbed her opponent by the hair to make things a little more rough.

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It was hard to describe the feeling between the woman’s legs. Warm, soft, inviting. Better to say that it was simply very, very pleasant. Her tongue ran up and down her g-string, threatening to pierce past it and into the warm reserves below. Hearing her moans, feeling her tense. It was so heavenly, so tempting, but there was something nagging her.

Masuyo couldn't help but feel this girl wasn't giving it her best effort. She hadn't managed to assert herself much, failing to arouse her opponent drastically or put up too much of a fight. There was a certain initiative lacking. If this were a test of endurance, Elsa was far behind already. She did look rather embarrassed. Was she throwing in the towel already?

Honestly, she was almost ready to resign this match. Turns out she shouldn't have, as Elsa shot her legs up around her.

“Ghrk!” She gagged.

So, she didn't work out just for the looks. These were powerful, practiced legs. Her fighting must specialize below the belt. The tight grip on her luscious, raven locks didn't ease the hlld either. She was even starting to see a tiny glimpse of herself in this woman, with the way Elsa was yelling at her. Just a tiny bit.

Finally, she was getting the fight she was waiting for. Remembering this was a hardstyle match, Masuyo reached past her thighs, attempting to grab her g-string. Pulling it forward, she aimed to stimulate Elsa. Managing that, she could force her way out of the hold and get some distance from her opponent, maybe scramble away on her knees. Wouldn't be smart to press her now that her guard is up.

Elsa moaned loudly as Masuyo was caught in between her legs. She may have gained the upper hand, but she was still being pleasures by the demoness. The black haired woman knew she had to getaway though as she tried to stimulate Elsa even more by pulling on her g-string.

"Ooh! That's it!!!" Elsa shouted as she felt truly amazing. The swede knew that she couldn't let this go on though, so as Masuyo tried to escape, she would let go of her fleeing opponent.

"Tee-hee...what's wrong? Was that too hot for you?" Elsa would say with a mischievous grin on her face. The swede wasn't going to give chase so quick though, first she had to get rid of her 'weakness'. So grabbing onto the g-string with both hands, Elsa would begin to peel the slutty piece of clothing off of her already sweaty body all while keeping her eyes on the demoness. She was a surprisingly calm now, but the snowy angel was still blushing as she became completely bare besides her boots.

"You only got away because of this...what'll you do when it's gone?" The swede would ask before tossing the g-string to the side of her and wiping her forehead of the sweat that was accumulating on her skin.

"Heh...you sure made me put up a sweat! ...maybe you should strip too...that way you won't be too hot from what I'm about to do to you Masuyo~" Elsa would say as she seemed to have finally nailed sexy talk. Albeit she did look away as she recommended the demoness strip. Oh well, baby steps.

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Good, she wasn’t following. Masuyo needed the distance, and the last thing she wanted to do was put a bruise on this girl’s perfect body. It was like ruffling up a nice meal in the grocery bag on the way home. Still good, could be better, and you only had yourself to blame.

Making a few feet between them, Masuyo got to her feet just in time to notice Elsa removing her g-string. Good. Made her job easier. Still, it was brave of her to do that. It deserved some recognition.

“Huh, and here I thought you were just going to lay back and take it. You’re strong, Elsa. I think stronger than you know. I’m starting to see a bit of tenacity in you now. I hope you-”

BA-DUMP. What the fucking shit?

“I...I…”

Her heart. This was new. Masuyo planned to just shake that banter off, but something about the Swede was changing her. The snow angel’s beauty was...captivating to say the least. That soft face, the bright blush on her pale skin, and the way it brightened her lovely white hair. But more than all of that, she was showing her strength.

The fire in her eyes was warmly attracting. She was imposing, independent, and, for the most part, confident. That spark of passion she saw within her opponent. The warmth between Masuyo’s legs was set aflame. Drawing breath after heavy breath, she stood up, completely enthralled by the girl’s nearly entirely nude form. Her heart was beating so hard it nearly burst within her.

“God, I want you.”

She reached down and threw her shorts off. No. That wasn’t accurate. She nearly tore the things in half getting them off her legs and shot them out of the ring, aiming past Elsa. The real fight was starting now.

Pouncing forward, she’d aim to tackle Elsa, pinning her arms to the ground and begin kissing at her neck, devouring her supple skin. She knew her adversary would put up a fight, now. And she couldn’t want anything more.

Elsa barely felt nervous at all as the hundreds of fans in the crowd stared at her...but as Masuyo looked at her...it was different. The demon looked like she was obsessed with the swede, and that turned her on a great deal. But as the Masuyo stopped speaking, Elsa was wondering what exactly was going through her opponent's mind. Was she at a loss of words? That was good right? Elsa would find out soon enough though as Masuyo announced how badly she wanted her.

Then with the demon tearing her shorts right off and becoming bare as well, the swede would brace herself as the woman charged forward. It was futile though, as nothing could hold this woman back as she took the swede down on her back. So with Masuyo now on top, Elsa would fight back just as fiercely.

She wrapped her legs around the demon's waist. She would hug Masuyo tightly so their breasts mashed together. And as she let out a moan while her neck was kissed, Elsa would grab the demon's head and force their eyes to meet.

"I want you too...Now kiss me!~" The swede would practically command as she forced her lips on the demon. Her tongue almost immediately invading Masuyo's mouth as it explored and fought against her opponent's tongue. Nothing was gonna stop her from pleasing her demon like foe, not even Masuyo herself.

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Honestly, what was getting into her? Masuyo couldn't help but feel just a little out of character. She’d expected this match to be more embarrassing than anything else, but she was basically just losing her mind now. All of this heat and ecstasy. This feverish frenzy. Where was the audience? The referee? The ring? All she could see was...Elsa. For the longest time, she didn’t even care.

She wanted to feel her. All at once. Everywhere. Her arms moved up and down the white-haired woman’s body. Reaching back towards her thighs, behind her head, all around her shoulders. There was zero direction or sense in any of it. Her lips traced and gnawed up and down Elsa’s neck and beneath her jaw until Elsa tore her away, locking eyes and making her demand. Masuyo’s face flushed slightly at her tone. She liked this aggressive side of her.

Their lips met, but Masuyo was still burning. She hastily tore away what remained of the woman’s top. It was brutish. Frantic. Then, she began working on the straps of her own bra, wanting to remove it as quickly as possible. As long as their chests were pressed together, she wanted the full contact of the pale beauty’s skin. It was as though she were drunk on her affection. Inwardly, she excused it as maintaining some sense of honor, meeting her opponent on even ground.

One twist after another, Masuyo would undo the fabric.

“Fucking...thing…” She breathed between Elsa’s lips.

Finally managing to take care of the straps, she hastily and roughly removed the bra from her chest and threw it to the side. Without a second thought, she returned to her work, but in that same instant found herself yearning for more. Noting the woman’s arms and legs wrapped around her, Masuyo came to her knees, attempting to hoist the smaller woman up. Locking the angel in a deep kiss, Masuyo would attempt to stand up, holding her tightly, and charge towards the ring post, pinning her against it. If she could manage it, she could use the opportunity to peel her legs apart and work her mouth down to the snow angel’s vulnerable sex, keeping her upper body effectively pinned against the post.

An impressive feat of both strength and lust that few like Masuyo were able to maintain. The adrenaline and her desire was sending all of her senses into overdrive. She felt as though she could bear the weight of the world in arms. But Elsa would do, for now.

Elsa was just as drunk on affection as her opponent as they continued to wage sexual warfare on one another. She was even more turned on though as Masuyo removed what little attire they still had brutally and tossed the clothing pieces aside. The action came off as completely dominant, and signaled that the demon wanted things to get even more hot between them…and the feeling was mutual. The swede would then let out a purr as the woman’s lips returned, but that was only the start.

Masuyo would then get onto her knees, and start lifting Elsa up until she was standing. The swede was surprised by such a show of strength and would let out a soft yelp as her back was brought against the post.

Elsa could tell what her opponent wanted soon enough as she began to pry her legs open, not only to free herself, but to gain access to the swede’s sex. Which she began to feast upon like it was candy as the snowy angel grabbed her black hair only to pull her closer against her pussy. As a result Elsa would moan out a squirm around on the post, unable to stay still even if she wanted to due to the demon’s skill. It was as if Masuyo was an actual demon because skills like this seemed almost supernatural to the swede.

“Oh god…you’re s-so…good…Masuyo…please…I need…more!” Elsa would moan as her sex felt as if it were ready to burst. Before that could happen though, the swede would attempt to bring her legs inward so that she could shoot them back at the demon to knock her flat on her back. That way she could attempt to jump off the second rope and land a quick elbow drop to Masuyo. This was a hardstyle match after all. Meaning that she could use normal moves as well as hentai ones to defeat her opponent.

Besides, Masuyo seemed to like things rough. Using these moves might very well get her extremely horny for the swede...which was always a plus when in a hentai match.

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Was this a new wrestling move? She’d have to try and turn it into one. Maybe she could make a new finisher out of this. She might give some thought to it later, but for the time being, Masuyo was completely enveloped in this woman’s plump muscle. Her opponent was so unbelievably hot underneath. More than that, she was delicious. The Demon simply couldn’t help herself anymore. The snow angel wanted more, so she was getting it, whether she liked it or not.

Needless to say, she was thrown slightly when Elsa managed to kick back against her, sending her tumbling onto her back. Simple enough, but when she followed it with that quick elbow drop? Masuyo was...impressed to say the least. Expelling a hefty breath, she locked eyes with the white-haired beauty.

“Damn, you make me hot.”

This woman was amazing. She hadn’t lost herself like Masuyo had, who was slowly forgetting she was in the wrestling ring. Her strength and perseverance, even as she went against a foe who outclassed her raw strength, shone threw her lewd efforts. Only a trained eye like Masuyo’s could spot that sort of brave persistence. She had to thank her afterwards. Subtly, it reminded Masuyo of what she was here to do.

The match. The match. The match. It rang in her head again and again. Nothing was keeping her from a win. From giving it all she had. Not even her own heart.

Reaching out, she’d attempt to grab the woman’s arm and roll over on top of her. Keeping her arm pinned behind her back, Masuyo would attempt to get her in a single-arm rear chokehold. Bringing Elsa up against her, she’d release her arm before firmly grasping her breast, keeping her propped up against her. Assuming she could manage such a maneuver without being interrupted, she’d be free to kiss her neck and ruffle against her pristine hair. She wanted to keep her nice and warm as she thought of where to go from here.

"Mmm...I could say the same about you~ It's like you're melting me away~" the swede would moan as she laid across Masuyo's body. Elsa was lucky to have landed the flying elbow considering her opponent's skill, but her luck wouldn't last very long when the Demon grabbed her by the arm.

"Oh no no...Oh no~" Elsa would say before starting to moan as Masuyo locked in this new hold while kissing her neck. Currently she was chocking the swede out as well, but that somehow made this hotter as the demon's breasts pressed against her back and she ruffled her white hair. Needless to say Elsa was turned on by the way she was breathing. It was almost too much for her as she began to pant almost while touching herself a little.

Realizing what she was doing though, the snowy angel would attempt to break the hold by bring her arms up to pry herself free. But because Elsa wasn't at her full strength it was much more difficult for her to do so.

"Ooohh!~ I'm...so hot Masuyo!~" the swede would moan as her face became red with lust. All it seemed like Elsa could do was squirm futilely as her bare body was held tightly in place by the powerful demoness. "Wha-what else can you do?~" she would ask curiously and somewhat submissively to her opponent. Elsa wanted to fight back, but couldn't help but want more from Masuyo!


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The smell of her hair, the soft feel of her skin. Waves of ecstasy washed over Masuyo as she continued to keep Elsa standing against her. She felt goosebumps brush over her skin with every breath she took, every waft she took in of the snow angel’s immaculate white strands. For a moment, Masuyo thought of releasing the hold, and simply holding the woman close to her for as long as she was able. Just for a moment, though.

In reality, she had different plans. She wanted to finish this off. To beat her opponent fair and square; decisively like she had many matches before. But...the way she moaned her name. God, she'd be fine with a draw if it meant getting her to make that sweet sound over and over. The angel was begging for it too. She wanted to see more, and Masuyo had no choice but to answer.

“Oh, I have plenty of moves I’d be happy to use on you. So many, many moves, Elsa.”

Yeah. Bullshit. She was a fighter, not an exhibitionist. She'd had boyfriends, sure. But those were guys. Men. And even so, they'd never taken it quite this far. Elsa was the first woman she'd ever been this intimate with. The first person she'd gone this far with. So why did it feel so natural? So...right?

Putting those thoughts aside, she had to focus on bringing her closer to the edge. Releasing her for a but a second, Masuyo would seamlessly reverse the chokehold, bringing Elsa’s neck beneath her arm and armpit, forcing her upright and facing the ceiling. If that were established, she could slowly force the officer to her knees. Bringing her arm away from her breast, she would snake it towards the woman’s pussy, fingering it with renewed determination, wanting to see the Swedish beauty explode beneath her. Once the hold was nice and firm, she would look over Elsa’s submissive form one more time before moving her mouth to breast, sucking on the warm mound with an occasional bite and tug on her erect nipple.

The stimulation was sure to drive her crazy, given how hot the snow-colored woman was burning. This match was going to end in victory for the Demon, whether she liked it or not.