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

Sayumi's tongue rolled over her lips as she melted beneath Cicilia's kisses. It wasn't long before the boxer took her. She explored all she had to offer within the warm recesses beyond her silken fold. Her body writhed and squirmed with each bump within her and each lavish lash of her girlfriend's tongue. She couldn't help be moan longer and louder. They was no longer anything to muffle her cries.

She clapped her hands to the mat, writhing as is she were being tortured in the ring. Red faced and heaving her body swayed, hips bobbing up timidly into Cicilia's efforts hungrily. "Oooooooh... Aahh.. " Her eyes closed hard as she bit her lip. Her body shook each time her girlfriend drew in and suckled from her. It was almost too much.

As Cicilia paused, Sayumi's head had lulled to the side as she took this moments rest to breath. Her body felt burned like a furnace as she moaned softly. As Cicilia plunged back down, burying her lips between her legs she cried out, half moaning half laughing. With each long hard stroke and hard suck she felt her body weakening. Her feet which had remained planted started to slip away, her legs felling to the mat as she was splayed out completely, occasionally her body bucking when a sensation hit her particularly hard.

Her hands raised slightly, pawing at the air as she continued to want and moan. She could no nothing to escape the mounting tension in her body. Every twist every squirm, they felt so good but she needed to move from them, she couldn't. Cicilia was there every step of the way to reign her in, holding her down as waves of pleasures crashed down upon her. It was all to much. She couldn't take any more she felt as if she were about to explode.

She let out quite possibly the cutest squeal, a cry for release that instantly came as she was driven over the edge by her girlfriend. A warm sudden gush from within her as she spasmed beyond her control. On instinct her body curled, arms pulled to her chest, her toes cutely on the mats, her legs even pressed inward around Cicilia. She was exhausted, basking in the warm but numbing glow which enveloped her body.

Cicilia kept of sucking and licking the strength and fluids out of Sayumi, loving every moan, ever twitch, every yelp that came from her beautiful little lover... Every time she cried out for more, Cicilia was reminded of how much she loved her... Every time she twitched in pleasure, the German was encouraged to keep it going... The boxer was so into it, she nearly didn't have time enough to close her eyes and retreat as she HEARD Sayumi cumming, the splash barely missing the boxer's face before her lover's legs closed around her on impulse, holding Cicilia close... To be honest she didn't want much to leave either... but she had too... Her lover's soft squeal snapped her out of that loving/lusting trance, reminding her of what she had to do now... The lavender cutie seemed so weak... so tired as she lay curled on the mat, completely wasted... She almost felt bad pinning her now... but it was something she must do...

Cicilia gently tried to tug her head free from those sweet and glorious legs, gently pulling them down so that Sayumi lay flat once again. If that was achieved, the boxer would slowy lower herself down atop her lover once more, breast to breast, their lips only a tiny bit apart as she took her hands in hers.

"You're so sweet..." She smiled as she intertwined their fingers. "I could do this forever with you..." That wasn't exactly true though, given the state the German was in... her breathing was ragged, sweat coated her body, her eyes filled with a mixture of both lust and love... It felt as if she did anything else or received much else... she could lose this match...

1! The announcer cried

"You're so beautiful..."

Sayumi was a hot mess, in the best possible way. Laid out on her back, her breasts heaved with each breath as she tried in vain to find enough air to bring her body back to a balance. she shimmered in the arena lighting, somehow looking more attractive covered in her own sweat than she did normally. She was powerless to stop Cicilia from climbing on top of her. There wasn't a verbal or physical protest, same for a soft groan as her still sensitive nipples tingled at the compacting of their chests. Any thoughts she may have had to try to escape her dashed when Cicilia sought out her hands and locked their fingers. No matter how gentle they had been, the mere act of being their felt as though she was held down by two tons of brick.

"...2...!"

Her eyes slowly closed as she lay defeated on the mat, her face red as Cicilia showered her with sweet words. Resigned to her fate she lie still under her girlfriend, soaking in the feeling of being beneath her. It felt oddly comforting, trapped as she was. She wanted to hold her, to hug her close. She wanted her sweet lips on hers. She wanted her inside her again... She whined softly at the thoughts. This had been the reason she had been so protective of letting Cicilia get on her. She knew what this meant for her now. Their third and final round was going to be incredibly rough. She didn't want to simply roll over and submit. She wanted to fight... to be a challenge for Cicilia. She wasn't sure how much she had left in her though.

"...3...!"

It could have been a ten count for all it mattered. There had been no chance for her to rise even if she had wanted to. The mere act of the boxer being draped over her in some way had been a pacifying force that left her unable or unwilling to move herself from below. Her eyelids opened slightly to peer up at Cicilia silently as she panted. So much for her perfect record. Scoring the first pinfall may have been a good feeling, but the second counted for more. It left the defeated that much more vulnerable on the path to the match's end. She didn't know what she was going to do now. All she could do would be to try her best.

Cicilia didn't raise herself from Sayumi immediately after the 3-count was completed, far too comfortable staring into those beautiful aqua eyes of hers... in fact, from here, she was feeling the most powerful urge to just kiss her here and keep kissing her until unconsciousness took them both and they lay together asleep on the mat and somebody had to extract them. She would've preferred that... but the ref would not. She felt his hand on her shoulder, telling her it was time to go to which the boxer let out a protective growl... but she did rise. Not before, of course, giving Sayumi a brief kiss, her lips soft and mindful upon hers.

"Stay with me, hot-stuff... We still have one more round..." Cicilia whispered, fully pulling away and stepping back so that she stood in the arena once again as the ref went to check on the lavender beauty. All this distance between them made the German's heart and body cry out in protest, both in agreement that they demanded Sayumi... Heck, the boxer wasn't even ready to make her cum a third time, still recovering from that brutal fingering in the third round and all that effort she put into pleasuring Sayumi in the second... No doubt she looked quite a bit better than the Lavender did currently... but neither of them seemed anywhere near their prime. Even standing there in the center of the ring, the boxer was having trouble getting her breathing in order and her heart to stop racing... Maybe it was because of how she couldn't stop looking at the sexy naked woman before her...

Cicilia waited quietly though for her lover to rise if she even could, desiring nothing more than to hold her in her arms again... Just hug her, kiss her, ravish her with love... She deserved it all and the German was the woman to give it to her.

She sighed softly at the faintest of kisses from Cicilia, equal parts happy to be free from the woman's weight on top of her for the match to continue, and saddened by the lack of closeness. She needed a moment. A very long moment to comprise herself. She could still feel a warm numbness in her fingertips, the last bastion of her sensations clinging to the fading remnants of her orgasm. She wasn't sure why this one had been so crippling compared to others. Perhaps after fighting so hard to keep the boxer from her domination had only made it that much more enjoyable when she had actually submitted herself to her.

She struggled to her feet, wiping sweat from her brow. Her hair hung down around her face, obscuring one eye as she made her way center ring. The referee had inquired if she was ready, though she asked fro another minute. She bend herself over planting her hands on her knees as she breathed heavily. Stamina was always an issue for Sayumi. In normal match she could pace herself with holds to slow the match down. In matches like these? It left her utterly drained with a steep climb back up to a level in which she could really compete at a competent level. With a small sniff from her nose she rose, springing a bit on her feet. She wasn't ready, not really, but she couldn't stall forever. "Alright, lets go."

As the bell rang out Sayumi stared down Cicilia, watching her carefully. She, for a change, hadn't dropped into her normal stance, she mostly bobbed in place, legs spread slightly for balance. She needed to stall for a bit, maybe try to snag an easily submission. She just needed to evade for a bit and seize an opening.

It took a good bit for Sayumi to rise to her feet but after a couple minutes, she declared she was ready to fight. She didn't appear ready... In fact, she looked like she could use another minute, but ref rang the bell anyway and the match began regardless. Cicilia shifted stances once again, taking on her lighter attributes and sacrificing her strength. She was going to need it if she was going to close the distance between them and give her little time to recover. Cicilia crouched a little low, hands up and ready to grapple, watching her girlfriend cautiously. The two of them seemed quite aware of their vulnerable positions, choosing to think their way through this round instead.

Swarmer Stance

Suddenly, Cicilia began running back, making her way for the ropes. She leaned back into them, the elastic stretching back quite a bit against her back before it sprung her forward aiding her already impressive speed. She bee-lined straight for Sayumi, shoulders lowered in the form of a tackle... She needed to end this quick and maybe the Lavender beauty's drained stamina would work in Cicilia's favor and keep her planted.

Sayumi stood her ground, huffing as she caught her breath, eyes slightly lidded as she watched Cicilia take off from her. She drew in a deep breath focusing up as she watched her girlfriend spring from the ropes. She started to take a few steps forward towards the charging bull that was Cicilia. She snapped forward, slipping to the ground as she slide towards Cicilia and off to the side, legs kicked out and waiting as she twisted. One was waiting to intercept Cicilia between the legs, the other came around as Cicilia neared to catch her almost like a kick from behind her knee to buckle her leg and bring her to the mat.

Depending on how much momentum based counter moves she looked into, this was along one of the simplest known as the drop toe hold. If she managed to get the woman down, she would have kept her legs locked around Cicilia's shin and pushed herself half up, quickly situating herself to drop onto her girlfriend's back. With the boxer's leg locked down, Sayumi would reach out, trying to lock her hands under Cicilia's chin to draw her roughly back, stretching her out in an STF hold.

When in doubt, slugger-mode-go Strategy was usually something she fell back on, even if she wasn't in that particular stance. Sometimes rushing someone down provided enough shock-value to get a big attack in like a tackle sometimes even winning the match for you....

Not in this case AT ALL.

Cicilia's eyes followed Sayumi as she slipped out of the way, then widened substantially as the world seemed to invert and the floor rushed up to punch her right in the face. The boxer groaned, unprepared for this rather basic tactic, her shining moment of momentum ruined by a novice's tactic. If there was any doubt that the boxer didn't really know what she was doing, this little event would instill it in the audience... and probably Sayumi too.

"AAACK!" Cicilia gasped as Sayumi flopped down on top of her and hooked her arms under the German girl's chin and pulled, agony inflaming her spine.. Her hands immediately went to the effective noose around her neck, her fingers trying to dig in and create some kind of wedge between her attacker's arm and her neck, give her back some measure of relief.... No doubt this was vengeance for all those headlocks the lavender beauty had suffered earlier in this match... "Aaaaaagh!"

But.... but this pain was nothing... Cicilia had suffered worse... much worse! If she couldn't free herself she would just.... wait... it out.....

Oh god this was going to be a long wait...

Sayumi hadn't wrenched too far back, no. She brought Cicilia to her natural limit to cut off her potential for bucking. Any pain that came would bee from the locked leg should she move too much. It was a familiar story, one that Cicilia would be familiar with. She left one arm clinched around her neck while the other slipped away, reaching around Cicilia to squeeze between her and the mat. She was seeking out one of her girlfriends breasts, fingers tracing over it's full soft surface before grabbing hold to knead along its surface. It was hard fighting the grasping fingers at her arm, if they kept up, she might have to change her tactic.

For now, she simply massaged her girlfriend's chest, trying to take things slow and easy to regain her energy while the woman below her started to waste hers. Be it in a real match, or one like this, her go to tact was much the same. Being allowed to dictate the pace of a match was the lifeblood of her wresting ability. She wasn't looking to surrender her seat of power easily.

Cicilia gasped as Sayumi began fondling her exposed breast, her own little tactics being used against her. Oh yes, she knew what the lavender beauty was doing and she suspected she did as well... The boxer shivered with a mix of pleasure and pain as her locked leg ached from her struggles to be free, as well as that wonderful lust her lover milked out of her with the kneading of her breasts.

"Nnnh...." Cicilia moaned softly, her attempts to pry away Sayumi's arms weakening a bit... A large bit. Such a large bit that she was merely holding onto her arms now and not actually trying to rip the away large bit. Too much had happened for the boxer to maintain her maintain her focus in resistance... Between her screwing Sayumi and Sayumi screwing her and now that she was fondling her breasts in such a way... The juggernaut simply couldn't compensate. After all, the ability to resist pain didn't extend to resisting pleasure... The two sensations were worlds apart.

"Nnnnnh...." The German's face flashed a deep sanguine as the woman's fondling started to get to her, her will to resist this almost completely gone... Her nipples were perfectly erect, her body shivering with approval... Her desire to just leave her be becoming prominent... The juggernaut actually stopped resisting, letting her lover do WHATEVER she liked... Sayumi was the only one in the world who could pacify her like this...