Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Hardstyle Hentai 2 of 3 Falls] The Grudge Match

This wasn't working. None of this was working. She had eased into their kiss, trying not to let it get to her. She squirmed, cheeks reddening as Cilicia's hand rested on her breast, massaging her through her top. She could feel the girl's tongue trying to slip past their lips and pulled back to try and break the kiss finally with a pant. She couldn't let the boxer control her. If she gave Cicilia too much rope, the woman would hang her up easily. She had tried running her fingers over Cicilia's sex, even slipped a finger inside briefly but the other girl was right there with her, meeting her at every corner but faster, harder, and more effective. She let out a long whine, having to slip her hand out from her girlfriend's panties to try and grib for both of Cicilia's wrists, trying to pull them from their respective locations.

Pressed against the turnbuckle there wasn't much she could do. He twisted her body slightly, trying to raise her leg and wedge her knee between the two of them. She was even using her own words against her now. She let out a frustrated huff, mental and sexual in nature as Cicilia was working her over and she couldn't stop her, yet. Her eyelids fluttered again as she was puleld into another kiss, however temporary. She moaned softly into Cicilia, her body shuddering as she kept trying to raise her leg into position. Her neck craned back as her girlfriend kiss and lapped her tongue along her neck, whining again as she struggled. She was already so aroused. She could feel herself wanting to already just give up and let it happen. The match had barely just begun. Cicilia wanted her to be all hers. She had considered it... every kiss along her skin was another reason to stay.

"No!" She arched her back, leg finally up enough between them that she thrust it outward, trying to shove Cicilia off her as hard as she possibly could. Her hands grabbed for the ropes, to hold herself in place in case Cicilia tried to drag her along with her. She needed some room to breath, she needed to get away for a few seconds. She needed to clear her head.

Cicilia was only egged on with Sayumi's attempts to free herself, taking it as a personal challenge just to love on her even more. Her moans... her whines... They were all little challenges for the boxer to meet and surpass! And she would try too... Right up until her glorious goddess of a girlfriend wedged a foot between them, shoving the juggernaut right off of her. Cicilia herself was somewhat stunned from the sudden end to that wonderful exchange but she quickly blinked the disappointment out of her eyes. She smiled, her tongue running over her lips... Sayumi's flavor was still there.

"Not yet...?" She asked with a soft snicker. "But things were just getting good! I'm going to have to be a bit more assertive with you, won't I?" The german was really getting into the dirty talk, her little exchange with Sayumi spiking her arousal to familiar heights. She never really knew what she was missing until it was gone... And now that their moment of intimacy had passed, she craved it again... And again and again and again....

"Come at me, Sayumi... Show me how much you want to love me..." She gestured with a finger, beckoning her lavender goddess towards her. She had her fun... It was only fair to give her a turn, wasn't it...? The ghost sensation of her finger inside her sex taunted the German brutally... reminding her of the heaven she had felt... how it was over...

Heh...

Not for long if either of them had anything to say about it...

Sayumi half stumbled forward from the kick, slumping back against the turnbuckle as she panted. She kept hold of the rope to steady herself as she fixed her top and bottoms which had been displaced a bit from Cacilia's groping. She needed a new strategy. Her girlfriend had become too familiar with her, no longer flustered by her words and touches. She was just making the woman come at her more aggressively. Meanwhile Sayumi's own weaknesses had stayed the same. They always had. She was at a massive disadvantage now that the boxer had acclimated towards what these sort of matches require.

She slowly pushed off the turnbuckle, bouncing a bit on her feet as she tried to shake the lingering sensations Cicilia had left all over her. She would have to hold off on the foreplay for now, unless she managed to get Cicilia in a position where she could do so without being subject to having it returned to her. For now, she would have to out wrestle the woman and possibly get her into a submission. If she could grind out a bit of her strength, they could be on a more even playing field... that was of course assuming Cicilia actually kept her rage in check. She had promised Sayumi she was trying. But they would see. For it to come out here and now? Would likely do irreparable damage to their relationship.

She strafed along the outside of Cicilia's reach, moving to step in at her to see if she could fake her out before drawing back. "You're still the rookie here..." She quickly stepped in, darting to the side. She kicked a leg out, trying to catch Cicilia's ankle from behind and sweep her leg away. She used the superior length of her legs to hit and run outside of Cicilia's grappling and punch range. Just as fast as she sipped in she had already moved back. If the girl fell, she would quickly move to try and grab hold of the woman's ankles. If it failed she would have moved back to keep circling.

"I'm still winning, though..." Cicilia noted as Sayumi stepped from the turnbuckle. "You will be mine tonight... I want you..." Right now, anger was the last thing on her mind as she gazed longingly at her girlfriend... Competitiveness was present for certain but anger...? The Lavender Cutie would have to do a LOT to Cicilia to wring any anger out of hr in this fight. The boxer raised her arms defensively, turning in time with her opponent as she slowly began to circle her, standing strong against the faints the Cherry-Bomb threw her way. A boxer such as her wouldn't be so easily distracted with feints, perhaps especially because one of her signatures starts with one.

She stood steadfast in the face of these fake-hits, watching Sayumi carefully. The problem with feints, however, isn't not realizing their feints... its if the next attack was the real attack. The German fully expected the lavender cutie to throw at least a couple more fake ones but instead, using her leg as some kind of clothesline from below, Sayumi tripped up the boxer, taking her out right where her balance was most important. Cicilia stumbled forward, eyes wide in surprise, luckily catching herself as her hands were thrown forward on impulse, stopping her rapid descent towards the mat. Her girlfriend was as quick as she was crafty, though, snatching up the boxer's feet in her hands before she could rise.

"W-what?" She questioned in shock, tugging at Sayumi's grip in an effort to free herself. "What are you doing?"

Every time Sayumi moved in she feared Cicilia would lunge, but the woman was waiting, looking to counter her move. Ciclia had a strong form. She could take a blow and keep on going. These days she could lock up and overpower her. She couldn't fight Cicilia where she was strongest or in the ways she was strongest. That meant blindsiding her from the sides or behind. That meant taking away her power by putting her to the ground. The ground is where Sayumi thrived, where most of the strongest submissions made their home. There were a few she wished to use, but a simple one would do, for now.

She almost cried out in excitement when she swept out the boxer's leg, wasting no time in grabbing for her. Cicilia was already rising. She would put a stop to that. She took a long step back, giving her girl friend's ankles a hard pull trying to yank her arms out from under her to set her back to the mat.

"Winning." Ankles in hand she hiked the woman's legs up under her arms as she stepped wide, over her girlfriend. She would twist, jerking the girl under her forcefully to roll her onto her stomach. Cicilia was familiar with the move, she had used it not that long ago. Though while the boxer's had been using strength, Sayumi's made use of her technical. She sat herself down just above the small of Ciclia's back to pin the girl to the mat as she reclined into a boston crab. Her leverage made up for what she lacked in pure power. She wouldn't stay like that for long, choosing to drop one of the girls leg in favor for a single leg variant. It wasn't about the submission so much as it was about restraint.

From here she could lower a free hand down, pressing it down between Cicilia's legs to shower to sex with attention. A two pronged attack meant to drain the woman over time. As far as AFW went, this wasn't a new strategy. It might as well be written in a text book by now. Still, in the hands of someone capable of locking in a proper hold, it was a difficult thing to compete with.

Winning? Oh no....

Cicilia was swiftly flipped on her belly and jerked forward without mercy, forcing the boxer to land hard on her stomach, any leverage she had holding herself up, lost. Speedily and with a certain determination the boxer loved, Sayumi curled her rival/lover's body up in a boston-crab, shooting waves of ACHE all up her spine and back.

"AH!!" Cicilia moaned for more than one reason as not long after she was engulfed in the trap, she felt fingers rub all along her unprotected sex, attending to it with a sort of merciless grace she had come to expect of her beautiful rival. Expecting it though didn't make her attempts any less arousing however... A mixture of pain and lust arched over the boxer, confusing her in the best ways... Oh... Sayumi wasn't making this easy at all... Not at all...

Gasping with effort, the boxer clenched her jaw to keep her moans quiet, reaching out for her hands towards the nearby ropes... Rope-break was a thing in these matches, right...? She hoped so or Sayumi might've just gotten the win right here... With a determination withdrawn from the German's deepest desires to dominate her partner, Cicilia crawled for her assumed salvation...

God, those fingers... How did she make it feel this good...?

Sayumi certainly wasn't making the crawl easy, her weight bearing down on top of Cicilia, her own feet planted firmly to try to ground the hold, the steep angle she had the woman's leg raised... That was nothing to say to the main attraction. Like this she had full reign between her girlfriend's, and looked to make full use of it while she had the opportunity. She had slipped aside Cicilia's bottoms to caress her sex with firm groping strokes. The gradual build is what, at least for her, often times made things feel the best. here it was no different.

She would peer back every so often, keeping track of the ever nearing ropes as they slowly inched towards them. Her fingertips played within the soft divide between Cicilia's legs, parting the girl for mere moments before drawing back. Giving her a taste, a want for her to do more. It was all part of the game, the slow and steady build to more wanted contact. Would Cicilia willingly slow her own crawl to freedom just to get a bit more from Sayumi? If she did, would she even be able to resume the crawl or would it have been too late. Passion, lust, pleasure in general was a cunning tool, when allowed, Sayumi could do marvelous things with it, and she knew it.

Slowly her fingers crept down inside the warm expanse of Cicilia's sex. Probing for just a few moments before seeking out her sensitive pearl. She would press her fingers down upon it, tracing small figure eights why applying a gentle pressure so each tilt and rub could be felt. "Shhh..."

"Mmmmmh!" Cicilia growled, trying to swallow her lust as she continued to make a break for her freedom. Oh god... She was making it harder... She felt Sayumi's fingers no longer just grope her, but taunt where she was most vulnerable, slipping inside and fingering her ever so beautifully.... Cicilia couldn't hold back her moans anymore, her cries of ecstasy ringing out through the arena shamelessly. She shivered with each little figure eight she traced inside her, the pain of her hold now completely dissolved in the sensations of lust Sayumi brought out in her. Still, though... She didn't stop crawling... She couldn't or her girlfriend would have her right where she wanted... Especially since she was getting wetter by the second.

Through tearful, squinted eyes the Boxer reached out, feeling the ropes on the tip of her fingers... Just a little farther....

"ROPE!" The Boxer cried hoarsely, the bottom-rope gripped firmly in her hand... There was a certain shame in needing the ref to break up their match but this wasn't the time for any of that. Not while there was some serious sexing to be done. Should Sayumi let her go upon the referee's intervention. Cicilia would let out a gasp as her leg was let go, staring at her girlfriend in surprise... but also clear and obvious lust. She would waste no time getting to her feet, her plentiful chest rising and falling as her lips curled into a smile, finding the lavender cutie all the hotter knowing she could do something like that to her...

"Wow... that was close..." She muttered quietly, her eyes looking over her opponent's gorgeous body. "But you will be mine, Sayumi... Count on it..."

Sayumi was a straight shooter. She rarely lied, never stole, a d never really cheated. In a real match at the ropes she would have released her foe. Against her girlfriend however? She didn't mind bending the rules. She had to the count of five to release the hold once the referee called for the rope break, and she was going to make the most out of those seconds.

She no longer wrenched Cicilia's leg though, she would have been morally against applying the pain portion of her hold after a break. No, she simply doubled her efforts to work her fingers down into the boxer for the next four seconds before finally sure during the hold. She needed every advantage she could get.

When she climbed off she gave Cicilia's rump a tiny smack before making her way back to center ring to await their next skermish in her ready grapple. "Keep telling yourself that, snuggle bunny." She poked out her tongue.

"I will, sweetheart..." She retorted with her own little tongue-poke. "And then I'll do it. I like to keep my promises." Cicilia loosened herself up as she rose to her feet, shaking out her legs and bringing one hand back to her rear where Sayumi had slapped her... It was amazing how a simple smack could turn her on so much...Was Sayumi taking notes because Cicilia sure was... She'd have to let her know ALL about this the next time they were in bed together. For now, though...

Swarmer Stance

Cicilia took a deep breath in an effort to regain control of herself... It helped a little, the calming sound of an exhale flooding her find of some of her LUSTFUL sensations... but her lips still tingled at the sight of Sayumi in a swimsuit and her sex could almost feel her fingers there as if they never left... She was going to get her back for that... She made a quiet pledge to herself.

After that short little break, Cicilia decided to just throw herself back into the action, favoring speed and technique over strength in this bout. Sayumi was just going to catch her again if she wasn't fast enough to reverse/dodge her grapples and they both knew what'd happen if she was caught again. Throwing herself against the ropes, the Boxer would spring forth, bursting into a full sprint, shoulders tucked in an effort to tackle Sayumi to the ground and catch her off guard. If this worked, The German would smile widely, inching up and giving her girlfriend the softest lick along her throat before pulling her into an upright sitting position. From there, Cicilia would waste no time slipping behind her from there, pulling Sayumi into a headlock. She wanted to drain strength...? This was a good place to start.

"The things I could do to you..." She would whisper in her ear, quoting the Lavender goddess from their last match. She'd press her chest tightly into Sayumi's back as she softly nuzzled her girlfriend's cheek. "Mmmm... Let me love you, my snugglebunny..."