Making an Impression

Lyla's hands felt around in the darkness as she was ferried about by Thorn, managing to grab hold of the lower rope when the two slipped from the ring, tethering them behind, stalling for time. It didn't take much to dislodge her. Every slow step forward with her weakening grip made one finger after the other surrender as she tugged at the rope until it snapped back to its proper place, leaving her arm to fall again. Aside from a few wayward kicks of her leg, she had nothing else to contribute to the struggle.

Lyla came free from Thorn's breasts with a wide aired gasp for air, her body so limply resistening she might as well have been had no bones. This was it. She was far too exhausted to fight anymore. Sweat pouring down her brow, red faced, and powerless as she out long hard pants. She should have haggled the time down… how long had it even been?

Lyla was drawn up easily onto Rose, shuddering as she felt the other woman's soft sticky body beneath her. As the two became entangled she let out a soft defeated sigh, sinking into the woman's arms around her neck while her legs were pulled apart with ease.

The Irish lass stared up to Thorn with tired eyes, enjoying the spectacle of it all… and the view. Both these women were far more gorgeous than they had any right to be… from this angle she got a better look beneath the Aussie's hair. Despite her want for every bit of this woman, she found most of her attention not on her naked body, but the scarfing along the side of her face. She had caught glimpses of it earlier but hadn't asked before out of respect… if she ever saw Thorn again she would inquire.

The pink haired girl let out a small gasp that devolved into a long hard moan when Thorn had lowered herself completely on top of her. She squirmed, all she could do, but any friction was proving to her too much, pushing her back to the breaking point.

"W-wait." She only managed to whisper softly before becoming engrossed in the human sandwich she had been made into. Coherent thought left her as the women on either side of her ground up and down, giving her no escape from sensory pleasure. Her sweltering body was their plaything, lost in their motion and Thorn's lips having claimed her every moan.

The announce table rocked with the women's tireless grinding beside her as the silver haired girl quietly stirred. Unlike the lead display happening right beside her, Ellie's own state of awakening was rather pure. Reaching up to rub at closed eyes with her palm, yawning with a mousey high pitch. When she blinked her eyes open to the sight before her, there was a clear moment of confusion and shock where her mind had to piece together what she was seeing. It tested the limits of her mind, as if she had set her gaze upon a maddening Eldritch horror that was too much for the mortal mind to comprehend.

A fierce blush immediately took hold of her face, reddening to a degree not unlike her ravaged tag partner in her exhaustion. Ellie let out a scream, fumbling backwards on the table, slipping over the side to flop to the floor in a hard thud.

There was no more waiting. Thorn was done waiting. She and Lyla had been playing around for this entire match, dancing, coming close, moving away. Tasting, teasing, taunting. It was all good fun, the sort of foreplay she loved, but there was only so long you could go along smelling the food before you just had to dig in, and she was so damn hungry.

She pressed in, thrusting forward, and proceed to slam their bodies together, pumping her hips and using every bit of force her body could muster. Lyla tried to struggle and put up some attempt at resistance, but it was so weak and faint that Thorn couldn’t tell whether it was genuine or just a show. Not that it mattered at this point. There was no force in this universe that could stop her at this point, nothing that could separate her from Lyla’s quivering body.

It was just a fact of nature. It was going to happen.

Thorn was so wrapped up in her sensual world that she could scarcely process anything else, but Rose was a slight sight more detached, doing little more than holding Lyla down and humping her from behind. As such, she was able to pick up on things the other two were ignorant of. Things like, say, the little spectacle that Ellie was putting on beside them.

She looked on from the corner of her eye, smiling as she nibbled Lyla’s ear. Ellie’s reaction was priceless, like she’d never seen three women fucking before. How true that was, she could only speculate, but it made for a fun sight.

Rose couldn’t see Ellie anymore, with her flopping off the table, but she seemed far enough to talk to with a fairly raised voice, even over the crowd’s boisterous reactions. ”Come back, Ellie. There’s more than enough room for four, up here, and I do hate being a third wheel.”

Ellie bundled up on the ground beef the rocking announcers table, red faced and confused over how all this was making her feel. Not seeing it didn't help, the image already ingrained in her mind so the visual was there for every wet thrust and muffled moan she could still easily make out. When Rose called for her, her hair stood on end from the sheer amount of embarrassment she was drowning in.

Part of her was intrigued. Part of her wanted to climb up on that table and see what Rose had in mind… gah! Why was that woman in her head!? Get out, get out! She gave a frustrated kick to the side, hitting the edge of the announcer table. The frame creaked loudly as the foundation was disturbed, barely looking like it was holding together…

Her eyes narrowed slightly. She couldn't directly interfere in the match but… she thrust out her foot once more kicking in one of the sides of the table causing it to suddenly begin to collapse in upon itself with the three women on top of it to spill them over the side opposite her.

Rose liked to think she was a patient woman. A calm woman. Civil, urbane, controlled. In her eyes, it was a required trait for a professional dominatrix. A certain amount of distance was always needed. You could get angry with a submissive, but you never wanted to be truly mad, never wanted to strike out in real anger. When it stopped being play and started being personal, that was when accidents happened.

But if there was one thing she couldn’t abide by, one thing up with she could not put, it was rudeness. And if there was something more rude than interrupting a threesome, than she could scarcely imagine it at the moment.

She had been genuine about her offer to Ellie, more than eager to let the woman join the lovely stew of human flesh they were creating, but she had to go and not only spurn the offer, but mess up the scenario with a precise kick, demolishing the table they were fornicating on. Rose and Thorn let out a simultaneous yelp as it crashed beneath them, covering them all in a papers and cords and half-consumed water bottles.

Needless to say, the mood was ruined.

Rose managed to keep her composure as Thorn looked over, stunned and red faced. They were still in the same order, with Thorn on top and Rose on the bottom, but they’d slid to the side in the crash, and were no longer making full contact with poor Lyla. A shame - they were working to an epic orgasm, but now…

Lyla would still get the release she craved, but not in the way that had been intended. A price had to be paid for that. ”Excuse me, ladies.” She sighed and slid out from underneath the pile ”Someone requires a little attention.” She stood up, dusted herself off, promptly spun on her heel to face Ellie. Her face was stern and her eyes unmoving as she began to walk towards the smaller woman, looming large as she approached. She didn’t say anything - for now. She just approached Ellie, one step at a time, almost daring her to keep her position as she neared, or even more, to try and interfere again.

Back on the floor, Thorn shook her head, before turning back to Lyla. She began to plant a few kisses on the woman’s collarbone, hoping she hadn’t cooled off too much during the interlude. ”Sorry about that, babe. You win, though, so good on you.” She once again straddled her foe’s waist and started to grind, attempting to make her reach those same heights. ”So, your pick - how do you want me to send you off?”

It was easy to tell what she had done worked, for her most of all. As the table collapsed, all the lead sound and writhing bodies also stopped. She turned her head to the side, letting out a relieved breath… until she saw a looking figure rise. She glanced up to Rose, face reddening as she stared up as her glistening exposed body. It was hard to miss her chest even if she had been trying by the angle and side alone. The silver haired rookie felt the ground with her hands, and started to slowly scoot herself back while the redhead trudged forward. She had been keeping pace until her back stopped suddenly against the barrier. "Eep."

The distraction hadn't done much to take her out of the moment. She lay huffing and defeated beneath Thorn, almost unaware that Rose had left them with how far gone she was. The stall in the action was just a moment to breath… so she did in huge mouthfuls while no one had their tongue rammed down her throat. She moaned softly, squirming as Thorn resituated herself and began kissing her once more.

She won? She had lasted the whole three minutes? She couldn't even express how excited she was… this had all been too exhausting. "Mmm~" the Irish lass arched her back as Thorn pushed their bodies together again, finally able to take it in and really enjoy his good they felt together now that she was allowed to cut loose.

Lyla reached up, tracing her fingers over Thorns gorgeous body with a look of wonder, seemingly making sure it was all real. She was so pleased with herself, so overjoyed by this whole experience. Who cared about winning a match when she had gotten something so much better out of this deal than AFW could have given her. Her flingers slipped behind Thorn's neck, trying to guide the other woman closer to her. She leaned her head forward, lapping her tongue along the outside of the woman's ear before whispering. "Just shut up and fuck me."

Very elegant.

Rose closed in on Ellie, step after step, drawing over her like the angel of death. Theoretically, the smaller woman was at her mercy - she would have been in just about any circumstance, but since she was eliminated and not an official part of the match, there was little that couldn’t be done to her. Rose could have demolished her and been well within her rights, and as she neared the woman against the barricade, that seemed to be what was going to happen. The audience prepared for the violence, expecting a beatdown to accompany the sexual overload that was about to occur nearby.

But it didn’t. Quite the opposite. Instead, she dropped down and at Ellie’s side, as if they were two of the fondest friends, hanging back to watch the show. She kicked crossed her legs and threw her head back, tossing her hair back to clear her face as she looked over to the other woman. For the first time since the two of them met, Rose softened her expression, wasn’t wearing the mask of a seductress.  Her face softened, her gaze was calm, and when she spoke, she took out the heavy, deep rumble. This wasn’t the act, wasn’t the persona she wore 99% of the time - no, this was Bella Rossi sitting next to Ellie, as normal and mundane as a topless woman in high heels could ever be.

”I could hurt you, Ellie.” She reached out and placed a gentle hand on her opponent’s knee, an almost loving touch. ”But I won’t. Not if you don’t make me.” She nodded back to their partners, with a small, knowing smile. ”I want to show you something.”

Only a few feet away, Thorn was finding herself lost in this embrace, as Lyla took some small measure of control. Yes, she was still on top, but when this lithe, young thing wrapped her arms around her, she was the one pulled. When she licked her ear, she was the one shuddering. And when Lyla gave her simple command, Thorn - the dominatrix - was the one who had to oblige. There was no other choice.

Lyla wanted to be fucked, so Thorn fucked her.

They didn’t make love, they didn’t have intercourse, they didn’t know each other. Those were too sweet, too scientific, too holy ways to describe what occurred in that wreckage. Thorn pounded their pussies together with full force, filling the air with moans and slapping flesh. She would take a break every now and then, start a slow, hard grind, but that was only for a few seconds - then it was back to the pump, the thrusting, the slamming, the fucking. She threw back her and let out a long, hoarse cry, before diving back in and going for a kiss - or attempting to, anyway. She was so lost that she couldn’t even find Lyla’s mouth at first, kissing her nose, her eye, her chin, until she finally zeroed in on the proper target. Her hands took on minds of their own, roaming around Lyla’s body and exploring every inch they could find. They groped her ass, dove between her cheeks, slapped her thighs, tickled her ribs, squeezed her breasts, left marks and scratches wherever they went.

It was wild, it was hot, it was carnal, it was insane, it was…

”Beautiful.”

If it were possible to sink into the barrier, she would have done it, back pressed to the thin padding so hard it deformed from her body. She pulled her legs up, knees to her chest forming up into a protective ball not unlike a turtle. She was of the mindset of the audience. Rose was going to splay her out and humiliate her in front of all of these people…

Then she just plopped down next to her, settling in as if preparing to watch a movie. It was hard to not oogle a bit at her, Ellie could t really deny she was a very pretty woman. Her blush steadily began to grow to a deeper shade of red. When Rose laid a hand on her leg she tensed up for a moment, swallowing hard as she pushed down guilty thoughts. She averted her gaze to the hand to keep from rudely staring at the other woman's assets.

It was strange to hear her talk now. It wasn't that sultry tone that ground her down into submission before but even now she found it sweet, almost alluring. Did Rose sing? She couldn't help but wonder in the moment despite herself… she had a nice voice. "I won't make you." She whispered softly. She was done fighting, suddenly feeling ashamed for having kicked out the table now after Rose came to sit with her. "Sorry…"

"Mmm… you're so damn good." She kept Thorn close, not wanting her to leave her. She had though their kisses before in an effort to survive but she didn't want that anymore. She wanted to be taken, to be ground down into dust before this powerful, sexy woman on top of her. She brought her lips to Thorn's, never watching to part from her as they sucked in the same humid air between one another, moaning into her mouth as her tongue curled around the Aussie's in a fiery dance.

Her hips bobbed up and down, trying and failing to keep pace with the other woman's thrusts, far to spent to maintain that level of stamina. She was hungry, desperate for every warm slap of their pussies as her arms remained around the other woman. She only broke off from their kiss when Thorn's hands began to roam, feistily nipping and biting at any tender bit of the other woman she could manage to get her lips around.

"O-oh shit… oh.. mmm!" She pulled her head back, boots dragging along the top of the announcers table as she thrashed under Thorns pounding. Her body tensed, making her lose any ability to control her limbs. "Don't stop!" She screamed, her body trying to escape the intensity of the moment but the woman was urging Thorn to ignore all of this and finish her.

It came in suddenly, intensely. Her fingers curled through Thorns hard to roughly pull the woman to be face, locking their lips together as her orgasmic cry was muffled between them. Her body bucked back hard, each spasm leaving her will less and less energy as if she was being sucked dry. When the surge of her climax had finally ended, her arms fell away and legs went still and slack leaving her panting and grinning… wasn't defeat supposed to feel bad?

Ellie watched some of what was before her, having to glance away every so often. It was hard not to picture herself in that role, though her kind had replaced Thorn with the woman beside her. Practically feeling heat radiating off Rose, her scent fresh in her nostrils. Ellie pushed her thighs together, trying to hold back her own guilty send soft want. Tugging her jacket around her, she tried to quietly zip up the front to keep her perked nipples from being on display through her leotard.

Some would joke and say that Rose ‘liked to watch’, but she did enjoy the sight of two women fucking, and not simply because it got her hot. It did, to be fair - while she wasn’t going to show it at the moment, had enough control to keep her emotions in check, the current scene and the entire match had gotten her quite hot, and unlike Thorn, the center of the sexual frustration wasn’t likely to scratch that itch. She would have to seek relief elsewhere, either with her tag team partner if she still had the energy for it, or with one of her chosen partners if they were willing for a little booty call, or, if push came to shove, on her lonesome. Not ideal, but she had her needs.

But she also liked to see the beauty in it. The passion of two women coming together and embracing, melding in this moment of raw heat. She swore, she could feel the fire from them even though they were yards away, and it didn’t seem to matter that the entire crowd was looking on and cheering them and whooping and screaming. To Thorn and Lyla, nothing else existed. They only had each other and this moment.

That was beautiful. If she could make Ellie see even a little of that, she would consider all of this a success.

”It’s okay, Ellie. You have nothing to apologize for.” She shook her head and patted her leg one more time, before she brought it away. She kept her gaze forward and wiped her forehead, getting off some of the sweat. It had been a long match, and while she wouldn’t quite call it a challenge, it had been taxing in a strange way.  ”If anything, I should be thanking you. This match has been a very fulfilling experience. I’m glad I met you, and Thorn-”

Rose was interrupted as her partner let out a well-timed moan, an almost inhuman, guttural noise.

”Well. I’m sure Thorn feels the same way.”

Thorn did feel the same way, though she wasn’t currently in a position to say anything so coherent. Or do much more than shriek and pant and moan, really. When Lyla pulled her in for that orgarmsic scream down her throat, she screamed right back into her, their combined noises mingling together so well that it was hard to tell them apart. Despite the size difference, Thorn swore the smaller woman nearly threw her off when she bucked about, thrashing around like a live wire as she crossed the finish line, and she wouldn’t be there alone for long.

A few seconds later, after several hard pounds into the deflating Lyla, Thorn reached her climax as well, arching her back as she let out a  triumphant, primal cry, a lioness over her fallen prey.  Her eyes rolled back and every muscle bulged, showing off the limits of her muscular form for a heated moment, before her arms gave way and she collapsed. Still, sweating, breathing hard, she laid on top of Lyla with their cheeks mashed together, with a pool of their mingling juices growing beneath them.

After a moment, Thorn shook and tried to move, tensed up, then gave up the effort, content to just lay on Lyla, hoping her bulk wasn’t too uncomfortable. ”Hi. So. That was good.” Her tongue darted out, licking off some of her foe’s drool, and she looked down on Lyla with her evil eye. ”We have to do that again, sometime. First thing is first, though…”

Thorn mustered enough energy to slide herself forward, inching her way up Lyla’s body, until her breasts were just on the Irish lass’ chin. She brought her arms in and bunched them together, only inches away from her mouth. All the makings of a perfect breast smother. ”Have to knock you out. Match and all, sorry. Best way to go, though.”

She smacked her lips and leaned down. ”You ready?”

This was all very strange. When Ellie had signed with AFW, she did not expect her first match to end with her being smothered, her partner being… "loved" to defeat, and certainly didn't expect to befriend an attractive, busty, topless woman who was thanking her for getting beat in a match. Things on the professional scene were very different than what she had come to expect.

"G-glad to have met me?" She wasn't sure what to take away from that. She found herself glancing sidelong to Rose, trying her best to keep her eyes up above her neck line. It was a challenge. She followed the other woman's eyes back to their partners, though she didn't look it head on, blushing at the racket the two were making. How they could do that so openly without dying from embarrassment was astounding.

Lyla lay beneath Thorn, spent, exhausted, and with the biggest smile on her face. This had been the best wrestling match she had ever had. The in ring action had been fun, she had earned herself and Ellie a pass into some sort of sex den, and both Thorn and Rose had shown her an incredible time. The Irish woman brought her arms around the Aussie, roamly idly as she felt the afterglow of orgasm, just wanting to feel her and marvel at her body. She didn't seem to mind the weight of the other woman on her despite their difference in size, she actually enjoyed being trapped under her like this.

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Lyla spoke in a soft sing song tone far better befitting her accent than her normal brash attitude. She almost seemed sweet and innocent in this moment, but everyone here knew better. "We will… we definitely will."

"You don't have to, idiot." She snickered softly, lifting her head just enough to place a small greedy kiss on one of those bountiful breast of Thorn's… then another with a small suckle before leaning back with a wink. "Could always just pin me down… maybe grope my ass a bit more." So much for the innocent her… and she may have just given one of the other womans boobs another lick as if they were a giant lollipop. She canted her head to the side, suddenly having a thought.

"Actually… I want some of this." She weakly wiggled, thrusting her hips up to slosh against Thorn's womanhood, giving a little wiggle. "One last bet… if I can eat you out before you can smother me, I get to pin you. How about it?" Lyla gave a wiggle of her slender eyebrows, very much wanting to out her silver tongue to another use despite how tired she was. "Unless you're afraid I will rock your world too hard…"

Was Lyla the hottest person Thorn ever fucked?

Maybe. Just maybe.

She was certainly making an argument for the number one spot. Just about any of Thorn’s other loves would’ve been done for now, wiped, not able to keep their sexual energies flowing. After a climax like the ones she and the lass had been through, she could hardly blame them for wanting to take a little break, having some time recoup and restore their energies. But that wasn’t her style, it seemed - Lyla was like some kind of nymphomaniac Terminator, and she absolutely would not stop - ever - until she was sexually satisfied.

”Wow.” Thorn chuckled and shook her head, making her breasts swell and letting them bounce about Lyla’s face. ”Can’t wait until you get in the club. Cannot. Fucking. Wait.”

Just the thought made her shudder with anticipation, but she forced herself to live in the now - there was plenty of debauchery in the present to indulge in, after all. Lyla still had the gall, energy, and deviousness to throw one more challenge her way, and Thorn had to go for it. She was curious to see if the little hellion could pull it off, after all, and it was fairly low risk. Even if Lyla won, eliminating her just meant that she’d have to deal with Rose, and there was absolutely no way in hell she was going to come out of that scenario a winner with the state she was in.

”Since you asked so nicely…” Thorn pushed up and peeled their bodies apart, making a noise that wasn’t unlike a sticker being pulled off a wall. Shuffling forward, she hopped up Lyla’s body until her trimmed muff was in front of Lyla’s face, dripping with her juices and probably more than a bit of her partner’s. Just to make sure she wasn’t robbed of her own sample, she reached down, dabbed some on her fingers, and brought it up for a quick, humming as she savored the flavor. ”Eat up.”

And with those words, she slid forward and brought her pussy down, covering Lyla’s nose and mouth in their entirety, leaving not a gap to squeeze air through. It was a position she was quite familiar with, having smothered out both willing clients and unwilling enemies with it more than a few times, so she knew how to get perfect seal. The only question was whether or not Lyla had the stamina to keep up with her end of things.

It was a sight that made Rose chuckle, shaking her head as she looked on. As amusing as this was, she was starting to wonder if she’d have to intervene - if left to their own devices, she had little doubt Thorn and Lyla could fuck for hours and never grow weary of each other. Which was fine for them, but Rose was hungry and they’d driven here together.

”Yes, quite glad. I doubt I could have asked for better opponents to debut with, but even beyond that, you’re an intriguing woman, Ellie. Skilled, focused, driven, and sexier than you could possibly realize.” Unlike Ellie, Rose had no troubles letting her eyes roam about as they would, leering over the young woman’s chest and legs. ”I want you to know that Thorn and I extended an invitation to Lyla, to visit my club whenever she liked. She had to earn that, but I’m offering it free to you. The Den of SIn will always be open to you, and I’ll always be waiting. So when you’re ready to experience some of that…” She pointed towards the rumbling beast that was Lyla and Thorn. ”...you’ll know where to go for it. Whenever that may be.”

For those last few words, she made eye contact with Ellie and never wavered, wanting to make sure she was understood and believed.