Annette Weber vs. Estelle Arnault - Moonlight and Roses

There were plenty of holds that Annette had experienced over the years, whether she was on the offense or the receiving end, that delivered that took that perfect mix of sensual and competitive thrill and condensed it all into one little moment where she could enjoy every precious second of contact. The headscissor ranked fairly high on that long list she’d made for herself. Close, inviting, there was a small beauty to the power and form on display that could enamor another as assuredly as it could knock them out. Estelle could surely attest.

The Norwegian didn’t feel the need to apply every ounce of force her lithe legs could muster. Tiring herself from the outset wouldn’t do her much good for the rest of the night. Not for what they had planned. Besides, there was a lot she didn’t know about her opponent, and this presented a rather opportune moment to palaver. Get nice and intimate before le plat principal.

Ann’s svelte thighs pulsed between the Swiss girl's cheeks. She leaned back on her elbows, relaxing into the position as her hand reached out to Estelle’s hair and brushed a brown lock between her two fingers, unraveling its length as she gently stroked it towards her. Silky, and very well-kempt, with a radiant shine the way it caught the light. It was surprising how much you can learn just from another's mane.

A pair of hands trying to pry her legs apart distracted Ann from her little daydream. She flexed her legs once more, adding a little more to the pressure with a smile. “Enjoying yourself?”

For the moment Estelle could do nothing but writhe lightly while trapped in the scissor hold. Even with her limited knowledge she knew about that kind of hold, but a very different thing was to have knowledge on how to escape from there. It hadn't been that long since they started the match and her rival already made the Swiss' inexperience to show. It felt so frustrating being restrained like this and she was sure that draining her oxygen supply like that was going to have catastrophic consequences for the rest of the match.

On the other hand, Estelle couldn't deny what her body was going through. The light suffocation she was enduring could have an erotic side to itself. It was something about how Annette decided to apply the hold. Usually you try to choke and submit your rival by making them unconscious, but the Norwegian knew perfectly when to squeeze and when to let loose so the outcome wasn't her stepping into unconsciousness but slowly fall into lust, like sinking into tar. Each tightening made her face go in contact with those thighs in a way that only made her more aroused by the second, and given the kind of match that was bad for her even if it felt good.

Annette was so in control that she leaned back on her elbows and got one of Estelle's brown locks between her fingers. With that playful attitude of her she fondled the Swiss' tress in a way that looked that the Norwegian was evaluating, even learning, from the way Scartlett kept her hair. Beyond her tantalizing body it was that alluring attitude of Annette the thing that threatened with driving Estelle crazy the most. She could see herself loving having her legs between Annette's legs on other circumstances.

That was the moment in which Annette noticed her resisting and opted for a new squeezing move while teasing the Swiss. For some seconds Estelle opened her eyes wide in distress as breathing became even harder. She somehow managed to get some oxygen into her lungs, even if her head started to feel funny. "I have to... huuuuh... admit that the view is astonishing. You should... gah! try... iiit." , she managed to say in between gasps for air, trying to make her thrashing more intense even if that drained what energy she had in her body.

Ann threaded the brunette’s hair between her fingers with another twist of her wrist. There was so much to enjoy about this. Estelle’s silky locks flowing between her dainty digits. The way the Swiss beauty thrashed about between her legs, so close to her intimate just at the back of her head. The flush look on her face in a unique mix of strain and sensual fluster. The crowd rowing along in anticipation of these beautiful women contending for superiority. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say that Annette wouldn’t have minded another hour or two in this position.

But that wouldn’t have been very entertaining, would it? In the comfort of her own home perhaps, an arrangement she wouldn’t be completely against, but in the wrestling ring there was a certain fire and energy that demanded she kept the pace up. Even if the Swiss native seemed to be struggling, it was still took some effort to keep her locked down. Best not to strain herself. There was still plenty of the night to come and so much of Estelle to enjoy.

Especially since the comment that passed by her ear gave her an interesting idea.

“Is that so?” Annette parted her thighs from around Estelle’s head and took a couple scoots back. She reclined on her elbows as she awaited the Swiss beauty, looking more like a model at the peach with her legs propped up against the floor than a wrestler in the middle of a match. Not an inch of worry between her full lips. “Why don’t you show me?”

The suggestion spoke for itself. Even more so when the Norwegian reeled her neck back a tad, practically inviting the experience with seemingly zero resistance. Competitively, it wasn’t the best decision if the referee’s quirked brow were anything to read from.

As if there were any losers tonight.

Estelle thrashed in the hold again while gasping for air. Even if the Swiss wasn’t that much into that stuff she had to admit that the Norwegian had total control of what she was doing and knew exactly how to apply enough pressure to make it hard to breath but not make her pass out. Scarlet was getting a mix of fluster and sexual agitation that was starting to get the best of her. Even so the sexy Annette kept on with her playful attitude towards her, like she didn’t really want to win so fast even if her experience made her an obvious winner to the bout. Estelle realized how much she liked this girl. She was sensual as any woman could be but her sensuality would go even beyond the physical, it was how she moved, how she talked, how she played with Estelle’s hair or just how she posed for  the crowds. The best part about that is that Scarlet started thinking it was mutual.

After her rival’s clever retort Estelle’s eyes opened wide when she felt her neck getting free from Annette’s luscious thighs. For a couple of seconds she coughed while her lungs got used to regular amounts of oxygen before getting the picture of what was going on. Annette exposed her body like an epitome of modeling while inviting the Swiss to apply to her the same hold Scarlet was on seconds ago! It was so delightful to be true, so the brunette only wished that this wasn’t any kind of ruse. Estelle had never applied a hold like that but she was so eager to make Annette her first one, so she had another look at her rival while approaching her. She had the looks of a goddess. Everything in her body was exuding grace and beauty and Estelle had to repress a gasp of anticipation when she saw her expose that perfect neck.

If allowed she would clumsily but firmly get her long legs around that svelte neck in a frontal scissors hold. “I want to see your face while we do this, my dear” She would start applying some force into the hold, always watching at her rival’s reactions because she didn’t want to hurt her, still unsure of how she was doing. “I don’t know about the hold but admit the vistas are amazing. Still not better than the ones I have from here.”

Well the referee certinalley didn’t know what to make of this. From the look she was sharing between Annette and Estelle, watching as the two wrestlers suddenly dropped and began swapping positions like they were taking turns on the swing.

The Norwegian’s expression couldn’t be any more content by contrast. For Estelle’s first day in AFW, it was awfully hard to tell with how eager she seemed to be to key up Ann’s offer. She knew how to work with it too, speaking with those sensual words and elegant motions. Even if she was a little clumsy with it, she had the look and the confidence to get a few hoops and hollers from the audience. Ann felt her cheeks getting a little warm as those legs came close.

Estelle preferred the forward approach herself, granting Ann a full and generous view of her precious face as her legs slowly slipped around her and cranked with unyielding pressure. Too kind. Far too kind.

Ann choked at the sudden pressure around her neck, gasping more out of reflex than anything else. Her hands immediately went to grasp the lush thighs crushing her from either end. Her body main a vain effort to peel them away, but Ann did nothing herself. She relaxed, inviting the warm, supple sensations pressing into her face, engulfing her. The Swiss newcomer had fantastic legs. She could tell from a distance, as she watched the brunette descend from the ramp with the lights and glamour reflecting off every inch of skin. But up close, right between them, she could make out just how well-sculpted they were.

“I...may have to object...” Between her mushed cheeks one could make out the faintest hints of a smile from the corners of her lips. Her grasping slowly turned into rhythmic and methodical caresses over the brunette's legs, one hand slowly reaching around to grasp a firm cheek. “There are certain...benefits to this venue...that are quite exclusive.”

This was a situation Estelle wasn’t expecting at all. Of course she knew that action would take place and that maybe she would be able to maintain several holds against her rival but this felt like something different from a match. She had the realization that her rival looked way more experienced and confident than her and it was very likely that the Norwegian had just everything she needed to win this match without any problem at all. But there was something else, even if she could, she chose not to. Instead, the beautiful norse woman decided to approach the match in a much friendlier manner, taking her time to show Estelle the ropes of the AFW show being careful not to go too far on her first day. In other words, Annette was easing Estelle into the sensual wrestling world, and the Swiss couldn’t be happier or more grateful to her rival about this.

If before she wanted to give her best to try and beat Annette and show the AFW’s staff and public how dedicated she could be now her determination was oriented differently. Now she just wanted to enjoy a good time with her rival and give her best shot to get to thank Annette’s kindness towards her. She didn’t care about the result of the match anymore, and something inside her was sure that she had little options of victory but that wasn’t the point. The only objective she would have is to blissfully enjoy Annette’s body and please her in the same way. And let’s be honest, a woman must be crazy not to want to explore Annette’s outstanding body, but now Estelle liked what was inside as well. She now knew she could become friends with the Norwegian.

Estelle took her time to slowly get used to the feeling of her rival’s head between her legs. She was so new to the wrestling scenario and that was probably the first proper hold she managed to lock even if it was a freebie. Annette’s cheeks against her thighs felt way too soft and the way the Norwegian looked up at her without losing her playful attitude threatened with ramping Estelle’s arousal up. She was just so elegant and graceful and at the same time so sensually appealing that it was hard not to give in to whatever she asked. For the moment the Swiss would concentrate on tightly squeezing her rival without applying too much pressure while lying on her side. Her free hand would go to get a flick of Annette’s hair, shiny and soft, and start playing with it, curling around her finger and throwing it again at the white haired woman as she kept going like that. At certain point Estelle gasped in surprise as one of her rival’s hands took a turn around her and grabbed her rear! “Ooh! Not going to just lie there right? Alright, what if I do… this?” The Swiss woman used her flexibility to arch her body in a way she would maintain a weak hold at her rival as one of her hands trailed down so she would start caressing Annette’s soft and well toned belly

AFW was going to be a great fit for Estelle.

Annette hardly qualified as a veteran when it came to the federation, even less so a wrestler, but she’d been around long enough to see how newcomers typically faired with their first hentai match. Some were too shy to move properly, some just didn’t really know what to do when they finally got on top, but most of them just had no finesse. No delicate touch, no passion. None of the thrill that could only be found at the peaks of ecstasy.

It was an uneasy thing, knowing how to walk that tenuous triple threat line between enjoying oneself, keeping things entertaining, and keeping the competition going. Estelle was in a position that would have been difficult for most.

But not for her. The Swiss beauty moved across the ring like she owned it. Her slip-up with the headscissors clearly had no impact on her confidence. Those sultry words flowed like honey off her tongue. The way she manipulated the Norwegian effortlessly between her finely-sculpted legs was a thing of beauty, bringing more than a few in the front rows to lean forward in their seats. Ann could already see it from her silk-clad prison. Estelle was good. Better than good.

Ann smiled when she felt her hair being played with, or at least attempted to. The pressure was ramping up a bit. It was uneven at first, as if Estelle was unsure of how to exactly apply the lock, but it was leveling out now. Concentrating. Crushing. The supple feel of the Swiss’ firm cheek in her hand could only provide so much comfort before reality had to step in and get things under control. Maybe it was time for a quick escape.

...or maybe not.

The pressure lessened in the next moment, but the relief she felt was swiftly overtaken in a matter of moments. Ann felt her own back arc a bit, giving itself over to Estelle’s touch and exposing as much of her stomach as possible for her gentle hands to explore. Her body shivered against every brush and idle stroke. She bit her lip and felt herself sinking further into the paradise of her lush, Swiss thighs. There was only one thing that could have made it even better - one request that she made to Estelle through a longing, dreamy gaze.

“Lower…”

The hours before facing this debut match weren’t easy for Estelle. The Swiss was so nervous about her career starting in a match against a more veteran woman than her. She had the hopes that the AFW management would pit her against someone as new as her, making the experience much less intimidating, but that couldn’t be so imagine the state of Estelle’s mind when she was getting ready to step on the ring. She feared that her rival would be someone so eager to win that would quickly overpower the inexperienced Rose and leave her like a moaning mess.

And now imagine her reaction when getting to know Annette. Her rival wasn’t only good looking, polite, elegant, playful in her treatment or hot as hell, she was also kind and so eager to ease Estelle into her world. The Swiss rookie couldn’t have felt more reassured and supported when her first rival decided not to go for a quick victory but to help and teach her instead, all while making a good show for the crowds. As they shared some holds her fear of a humiliating lose disappeared. If she was scared now it would be of not being able to show proper thanks to this woman for what she was doing for Estelle.

And there she was making her best to do just that. Estelle tried her best not to overdo with the scissoring as hurting Annette was the last thing she could want. It was hard to maintain concentration in the scissors, her teasing and in how excited she was at that point. Her hand reaching to Annette’s belly played so hard to get, only using the tip of her fingers, testing how eager could the Norwegian be about her touch, and to Estelle’s surprise her rival’s back started arching to force more contact! She should be doing this properly if she could work the white-haired up in that way.

At that moment Estelle was starting to wonder how to approach the next step. Should she maintain the scissors while moving her stimulation further? Luckily it looked like Annette came to her rescue again when she gazed at the Rose with desirous eyes and said just one word… The Norwegian was recognizing her and allowing the Rose to show what she was made of!

“Oooh, so eager, aren’t you?” Not wanting to disappoint, Estelle smiled at Annette as she got her fingers to slowly trail lower, taking a small detour on the Norwegian’s lush thighs, feeling the soft skin that just minutes ago was squeezing her in a much more different way. Finally her hand rested against the silky panties. At first Estelle went for some strokes against the fabric with the tip of her fingers, but her anticipation was too high and some seconds after she couldn’t resist anymore as her digits slipped inside the underwear to feel Annette’s womanhood directly, delicately brushing against it as the Swiss close her eyes and rested her head back, her brown flocks cascading on her back.

Could Estelle make her cum like this?

Annette wasn’t entirely sure. It was relatively early into the match and she was still feeling pretty fresh. As nice as her opponent’s hands felt all over her body, it wasn’t the kind of expertise that would wear her down particularly fast. There was plenty of critique that she could offer, lines of attack that would be better suited for the pace they were going. Ann had been hit harder and hotter in moves less obvious than this.

But the tighter Estelle wrapped those thighs around her head, the longer she looked into that radiant face, the closer this beauty brought those hands to the simmering between her legs, Annette was feeling less and less confident in her ability to hold out. For a newcomer, the Rose seemed to know her way around a bare and eager body. She wasn’t forceful about it, moved slowly and purposefully enough to let the sensations seep in, and even peppered in some of that all-important sweet talk.

Giving her this much credence may not have been the best idea from a competitive standpoint. Ann was far from a stranger to intimacy but that didn’t mean much given how comfortable her opponent seemed to be with that fact.

The Swiss beauty obliged her request, unsurprisingly. Ann should have been prepared for what came next, but her body acted otherwise. She jerked as those fingertips slipped underneath the silken cloth at her lap that brought a warm chill up her spine. Damp breaths passed between her lips. Breathing was getting slightly harder, especially when Estelle reared herself back and layered some more of that lovely pressure on. Her body was fighting two fronts at once, sending her breathing more and more out of control with the rapid beat of her heart. It wouldn’t have been a shock if she ended up passing out any moment between this beautiful woman’s lovely thighs, leaving her helpless and completely at her control.

Tempting...tempting indeed.

But her better judgment gave in. Ann took another few thrusts against the fingertips teasing her folds, satiating those desires Estelle was masterfully whipping up. She kept on with that right into the next moment, where her next thrust took her legs off the ground and to her side, wrapping around Estelle’s exposed neck in a figure-four.

There are some special moments in which everything else seems to freeze or even disappear from existence, where the barriers of physicality fade so heavily that emotion, feeling and physical contact become as one in a cathartic experience. One could get easily lost in this kind of sensation for a long time, even forever if not taken out by some else’s hand, but what a peace of mind could that lost one achieve, becoming one with their desires and senses. Estelle was feeling something close to that right now. It was surprising coming from someone who had never wrestled like that, and even more thinking that she was quite afraid when stepping into the ring against an unknown rival. But Annette made everything change with her attitude towards the Alpine. Estelle felt now a little more reassured, even given a warm welcome into this world she was stepping into and didn’t even fully understand. The Norwegian beauty acknowledged this and put all of her efforts in making the brunette feel better with herself in her debut.

Estelle could get lost in the sensations she was experiencing while scissoring and caressing Annette. The feeling of the white-haired’s face between her thighs was something from other world and the woman had some of the moistest and softest inner folds the Alpine had the pleasure to caress. She was enjoying herself, maybe too much because she would pant in anticipation, the mix of physical strain and sensual activity making a dent in her usually calm state. She wanted to feel this woman even more, no matter what it costed her, and maybe that was the main difference between the two wrestlers at that point. There was no doubt that Estelle was physically capable and that her heart was on the right path for her career to develop.

But in the end she made a rookie’s mistake by forgetting that she was in the middle of a match after all.

She got lost too much in the bliss, and Annette knew that and took advantage of it. What it definitely looked like the Norwegian was pumping against Estelle’s fingers suddenly turned into a violent bucking and with a final whipping of her legs the more experienced woman showed her how it is done by freeing herself. It didn’t help the fact that inexperience got the best of Estelle when the woman opened her legs at the first sudden jerk with a surprised “Whaaaa???” Her rival was now completely free and not only that, she even got to secure a figure four lock around the brunette’s neck! Estelle writhed for a little bit in a mix of pain and confusion, not even knowing the complete length of what just happened. When it was clear that she was not going to escape like that she tried to remove her hair from her face so her rival could have a look at her stray-kitty eyes. “Bu-but Ann, I thought we had something going in there…” For the moment, the Swiss would be at her more experienced rival's mercy as she didn't had the knowledge nor the skills to escape.