Evening gown match: Ailinn vs Amaya

The brain of Amaya was pretty muddled right now as it was torn into several directions. The body of Ailinn was intoxicating and so seductive, so firm and strong, yet so sensual and voluptuous. And she was the bad girl right now after all what had happened? That did not make much sense, but she could not deny how much she wanted to take her opponent right here, right now.

She was not exactly sure if the Irish was wrong or right. So her head went low with heavy breaths as she was fighting in a vicious circle of lust against guilt of being so as her opponent painted her to be. She was already about to abandon her pin and let the other girl have her way with her to prove her wrong, but how silly would that be! Especially as in the same moment this idea had come to fruition, her breasts were hit by the counterparts of Ailinn, causing her to emit a deep moan and sway her into the other direction.

”Be still!”
She finally barked before her fingering would intensify and her breast would brush aggressively against the counterpart of Ailinn. Her gaze was not soft and humble as usual but conflicted and even a little brutish.

Ailinn clenched her teeth as she made her rubbing against Amaya’s breasts even more intense. After all that was the only way of attack she had for the moment and she wasn’t going to reach climax without putting a fight up. Her own nipples were now rock hard and every brush against the Maiko’s made the Conqueror shiver in pleasure and some pain, but a little of pain had never been a problem for her.

The greenette was ready to give an orgasm up if that meant getting some damage on Amaya and then being able to escape so she could bring the smaller girl to climax. She used all of her skill in bringing her pent-up peak closer with every movement she could muster. This was also a statement for the now dominated dominator. She couldn’t soundly lose to a minion, but if her rival would be a subjugator like her the situation could be differently, her defeat wouldn’t be as humiliating, and from what the Irish woman could tell her rival was in doubts, so in disgust with the idea of being like the bigger girl. As they said, “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

“Yes! Mmmm! That’s it Amaya! B-aaah! Break me! Show meeeeeegh you are a force to be reckooooohhhned!”, the Conqueror’s moans would go higher in volume and more frequent as the pleasure ramped up in her. At some point it became obvious that she was so close as Amaya made her pumping faster, Ailinn’s juices flowing out in a non stop motion as she got ready for the final release, the greenette’s hips bucking against the Maiko’s hand to ride out the pleasure as fast as possible. Finally Ailinn would clench again her teeth as orgasm took over her, but it would be a very different climax from the previous one. This was more like damage control, the final wordless cry muffled by her tightly shut mouth. She didn’t want to give Amaya the satisfaction she got by humiliating her before, but that didn’t mean that her juices didn’t spray from her again or that it didn’t feel like bliss, only that she did her best to hide it from her rival. When the throes of ecstasy had subsided she would go limp in the Maiko’s hold.

When she final made Aiilinn cum a second time, it felt like as if she had taken a big piece of coal into her mouth and was now spewing ash out with ever breath. Never would she have guessed that she would ever be in a position to make another girl cum not only once, but twice in one match! And certainly not in a way that would make her uncomfortable as if she had betrayed her upbringing and the values of her house.

People had told her that she was getting more aggressive and domineering after she had climaxed once in a match, but she would have never guessed it herself, especially as most of her matches had been one fall matches.

Confused, aroused and even a little bitter, she would release Ailinn and grab her opponent at the ankles, opening her legs before laying herself on the greenette, looking to pin her arms over her head, moaning lewdly when their sexes and breasts connected.
”Mmhhnn!”

Quickly, the hooded sage would appear, but this time she was bare breasted, showing the audience her alluring breasts as additional bonus while counting to:
”ONE!”

Even though Ailinn managed to make her orgasm way less intense than the previous one by forcing it out of her instead of denying its arrival it still was an orgasm, and the throes of pleasure made her lose control for some seconds as she tried riding off her climax while her sex pulsated and squirted the last of her juices. The afterglow kept going for some even more seconds as the Gaelic felt her rival pinning her legs and getting her arms up above her head as her body became completely pinned against the bed. The Sage then appeared to start the count, but this time she was showing her chest for the public as well.

Ailinn had to get out of the pin. If lost the fall wouldn’t be decisive for the match and she was sure that the tide was going to change as soon as she properly recovered from her climax, but her eyes were still fluttering as she tried her best to compose herself as she gathered all the strength she could muster as the Sage yelled “TWO!” She clenched her teeth in determination, shoving out of her mind any speck of the pleasure she was feeling as she got ready to push Amaya with all of her strength! But on the final moment, when everything was going to be settled, their breasts rubbed together nipple to nipple, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through Ailinn’s mind as most of her attempt to break the pin went to no avail. “Nnn-nnooogh!!”, the Conqueror whimpered in pleasure as she fell flat on the bed, closing her eyes while trying to block herself from the disappointment and failure sensation she was feeling.

”AH!”
Amaya yelled out when their breasts connected again, quickly releasing one of the pinned hands auf Ailinn to clutch at her sensitive breast before the three count had fully been announced, looking as if she was heavily in need of a break or a release. Or in the best case, both.

She already needed some time to muster the willpower to get up from her opponent and kneel between her legs, the womanhood between her legs was already soaking wet again and the super sexy body of the other girl was no help at all to calm down.
Shaking her head wildly in a vain attempt of getting the thought about having dominated the bigger girl not only once but twice, she would pretty mechanically try to grab the dress of Ailinn and relieve her off it by pulling it over her shapely legs. Now she had already gone this far…

Ailinn was still lying with her eyes closed waiting for the Sage to announce her defeat on this second fall but after a couple of seconds of that not happening the Irish had to open them again to find out that when their breasts last mashed against each other the Maiko had gotten weak on her grip and one of the Conqueror’s hands had lifted from the bed, saving her from losing this second fall! That was indeed the best possible outcome as she was now far from orgasming again and one quick look at Amaya would show how eager for release the smaller girl was. The Conqueror smiled to herself as she thought that it was time to make things even and finally break the Maiko.

But first her rival had a final move in mind as she kneeled between Ailinn’s legs and started tugging at her evening gown! A priori losing clothes in a hentai match was a bad idea, but the Conqueror thought that this could prove a useful thing for her since in bed the gown only hindered her movements and given the aroused state of her rival having less clothes on could prove a useful weapon as well. So when the Imperious felt her gown going down she would squirm in a way that it was easier for Amaya to undress her as she prepared for her move. As the cloth would go through her legs she would try to wrap them around Amaya and then trying to tilt her so they would switch positions!

Amaya, as young and inexperienced as she was, had not really realized that she had not fully pinned Ailinn right to the finish. So the removal of her gown would in any case work against her and ramp up the work she had to do because she would have failed to pin her opponent in half dressed fashion and would have to dress her again to make it count. Not a very good move, but not so unexpected for the casual observer who could clearly see how heavily she was already worked over.

She would probably realize this when she was reading he result of this match later, but right now she was confused and an easy victim for the tactical work of the Irish.
color=#009933]”Ufh!”[/color]
She huffed out when her world took a spin and she was moved on her back. With a fatigued and gasping breath, her hands would slowly go up and try to shove Ailinn halfheartedly away, her gaze a mixture of desperation and suppressed lusting for more.

Ailinn had a really complicated situation for the last minutes of the match. She was quite satisfied with how they started but everyone could say that the middle part of their encounter was mostly Amaya’s as the smaller girl got all she wanted from her, just until now. Finally, the Gaelic had managed to get back into the upper position as she was now recovered from both her orgasms and ready to ascertain again control over the bout. And based on how the Maiko looked at her and how weakly she shoved her hands at the bigger girl everything signaled that Amaya was just so ready to pop at that point. It was her time again and she took her time to make that clear. “I have to admit, you had your chance, but you blew it. This match is over, you just haven’t realized yet.”

Ailinn would then dismiss her rival’s hands with ease and she would lay down on her side in a way her legs could go around the Maiko’s belly to lock a bodyscissor! The Gaelic would squeeze to get the air out of her rival’s lungs as that would make her even weaker to her future advances. “Time for you to get back where you belong, squealing under me.” The Gaelic would use one of her hands to block Amaya’s wrists while her second one started pinching her nipples trying to cause lots of pleasure but also some pain. The Conqueror wanted her rival to show a submissive side as she ravaged her.

Amaya was quickly overwhelmed by Ailinn, the body scissor was nearly not necessary. Her dress was clinging to her sex by all the wetness her panty created, her wrists were easily taken into custody by a single hand of her opponent, causing her to look as if she was about to clap while she could only bend weakly against the grip of the Irish. Her legs were moving up and down to no avail and were only causing her to tire even further.

She was finished, and she kind of suspected that the other girl was right when she said that she had her in the sack now. Still the little speech of Ailinn made her collect her last strength to let her hearth speak.
”I hate you.”
She hissed out the sentence. The greenette was as enigmatic as the sphinx, so she saw no need to be nice for the sake of being nice.

Then the pain and pleasure would nearly drive her insane and ripe for the picking while her resistance finally and fully ceased and she was movable in every direction the Irish would want her into.
”I give.”
She admitted in a whisper in a short break of her teasing and with the little air she had left for it, with a defeated and subdued look.

Ailinn devoted herself to the task of immobilizing her target, applying the best of her strength in order to correctly pin Amaya’s hands and sqweezing the air out of her so she would be malleable and docile in her hold.At first the Maiko retorted in a visceral way, manifesting her hatred against her. Even if it was a very extreme reaction coming from someone as Amaya that kind of sentence meant that Ailin was again in control and that the smaller girl was frustrated enough to break her polite act. The Conqueror smiled to herself as she squeezed a little bit harder, trying to get some response from her rival. At that moment she would notice how Amaya stopped moving and signaled her surrender.

“You give? Oh I don’t think so. This is no submission match little Amaya, you have to keep going until you break!” The Gaelic would make her breast punishment even more intense before noticing that her rival really ment what she said as she went to a complete halt in her tries to defend. That was frustrating for the Conqueror because when the victim resisted everything was just much more fun and exciting. Having her rival like some kind of dummy even before she had brought her to another orgasm felt like an anticlimax. Ailinn would try stirring Amaya’s sex with some careful rubbing before frustratingly tell off her rival. “Aren’t you even going to try to put up a fight? Look, if you are a good little fighter and try to stave this off I may show you… something you might like.”