Evening gown match: Ailinn vs Amaya

At first, Amaya did not really listen to what Ailinn had to say. Party because she did not want to hear what she said, and party because she had given up and was now at the whim of her opponent and she had thought that this would be what her dominatrix, any dominatrix, would be expecting from her. But things seemed to be different.

The needs of her body had taken control, so that the first sentence of Ailinn reached her mind in a state where she would understand it as part of the game to humiliate her and just another gloating attempt, still it made her groan in frustration for her situation and how she probably maneuvered herself into it.

The second sentence was pretty interesting as far as she could understand it over her own moans and gasps. Was there some frustration in the voice of Ailinn. What did this bitch still want from her? At first she did not understand, but then it dawned on her. The Irish liked to hunt, not to be fed. A very rare, sardonic smile then appeared on her face before she would giggle in delight to see how this had frustrated the big girl, giving testament how Ailinn had been able to squeeze the darkest, most hidden emotions out of her.
”If you…aahhnn…want to show me…uuhh…something I like…ahahah…just shut your mouth.”

After that little moment of blissful revenge, a deep sigh ran through her body. Certain people were expecting certain things from her, so she would try as good as she could to look as if she would resist despite her fatigue and primal needs. Her hands would try to bend out of the other girls grip while her legs would move in the opposite direction of the bigger girl to deny her an access to her womanhood that she by herself so deeply wanted.

In order to properly be called a dominatrix and to be proud of that name a woman should be able to break her victim’s willpower and then ravage them. It was a game of chase and hunt, of mind and body alike as every detail could show some weakness in the prey as the predator could analyze every reaction, knowing her rival’s fears and weaknesses, but there was almost no enjoyment in destroying a victim that just abandons themself and lies there willingly taking everything. Some dominant women like that but for Ailinn the surrender meant nothing if it wasn’t a true one, submitting after numerous orgasms or after getting drained of strength. Even if she noticed that Amaya was highly aroused and in a weakened state she also knew that her surrender was a premature one. The Conqueror was sure about it: the Maiko still had some fight in her, but for some reason she just refused to fight anymore.

Or that was what it looked like. Suddenly, Amaya retorted at her in her now usual visceral way. It entertained Ailinn a lot how the smaller woman lost her temper and now showed that defiant despise for her. It showed that even if she was weaker and smaller the Maiko was a brave one and that her willpower could bring her beyond her limits, even further than the brunette thought.

The Maiko then started a wild attack, but it was more like a brutish attempt at shoving the Conqueror off and had no strategy at all. She was a strong woman and anger fueled her well, but her weakened state made her really vulnerable and Ailinn was still fresh and eager to make her squeal. Even so the brunette managed to bend her legs in a way that would prevent Ailinn from reaching her crotch, so she went again fiercely at the Maiko’s breasts as retaliation. “Yes… Yes, Amaya! Show me your strength before I finally break you!”, the Conqueror said as she strengthened her scissor hold, squeezing as she had never in this match.

”Baka.”
Ailinn probably did not realize it, but Amaya had now set a new goal for herself. Sensing that it would be very hard for her to come back at this point, she would look to make a potential win of the Irish as shallow as possible. Sure, the drama was real because her body demanded it and reacted accordingly and she had obligations to fulfill, but it was also a paint by numbers defense without any motivation, thought or a real, full ditch last effort.

”Can´t breathe….it hurts…”
Groaning and moaning heavily under he sensual assault, she barely noticed how a red light warning would appear on a glass wall after she had addressed how she was in pain from the submission and start a countdown from 5 down for a *Brutal Submission penalty* for Ailinn.

Ailinn was starting to enjoy herself when a red light started flashing with a countdown. It showed that the Irish was applying a hold that was considered excessive for the match they were having and she had to let loose before the count reached zero or a penalty would occur. A little turned down by this, but not wanting to take an unknown penalty the greenette hissed at the red light as she released Amaya, who appeared to be having a bad time after the squeeze. After all, they had to give the people the show they wanted...

Seeing that maintaining control over the Maiko wasn’t going to be a trouble so far as the woman looked completely ready for the taking, Ailinn would go for a sit on her rival’s abdomen as she straddled her rival. Then one of her hands would go for Amaya’s nipples as the other one would trail down to reach the Maiko’s crotch again. “Looks like circumstances saved you a little of pain, but you are going down nonetheless. You will be mine and when I’m done you will tell me about this mistress of yours.”

Breathing heavily from the relief of not being crushed anymore, she would take a look at the hissing, suddenly turned ugly visage of the domineering Irish. She wondered who was the vampire now?
”Uh.”
She grunted when she was mounted, her hands going up to grab the breasts of Ailinn in an attempt to fend her off, posing a resistance while her legs were moving in a tired motion for a weak buck out attempt. She as so tired and fatigued, both physically and mentally, but this mean Irish bitch would just not let her go and drove it further and further. In a way, she felt that she was even worse than her prison cellmates who just wanted to have her broken and were content with her submission.

Therefore it was pretty easy to already spill out some information already. It was not even played, just the truth from her point of view, as broken and tired as she was.
”Bitch please. You really dare to speak about or even compare yourself with Ashcroft-hime? Just the thought is laughable. Someone like you will never be able to keep up with her.”

Amaya’s attempts to verbally harass her rival while she was just a whimpering mess below the Conqueror made Ailinn release a sardonic laugh as she found the situation quite amusing, even if she could respect the smaller woman’s guts. As a dominatrix she could also commend how her rival showed zealous alleigance for hes mistress, not willing to betray her liege even in the brink of total subjugation.

“Oh, you really think that? What was that she did to you to make you think that?” Ailinn said as she would lean forwards so her face would be so close to Amaya’s neck. “Did she give you the vampire’s kiss?”, then she retreated after a teasing nib. “Did she sink those fangs on your neck making you a slave to her whims? Then maybe it would be an act of mercy finishing you off… But you will have to earn that mercy!” When she finished her retort she would lean in again, clashing with her breasts against Amaya’s and locking the Maiko in a grapevine hold. Then she would block her rival’s mouth as she judged that the time for talking was over. Then, with some slow and steady motion she would start to grind her breasts and pussy against Amaya’s, just enough to make the smaller girl stand up to attention. “Let’s see how the little vampire can handle a real Conqueror!”, she would say before her ravaging started as she paced up and started furiously grinding against her rival.

She just didn´t get it, Amaya was sure of it when she had to listen to the little tirade of the bigger girl. It made her shiver that the Irish came so close to her and the little nib milked a little groan out of her despite an internal protest, but she was sure anyway that this was not the end of the story.

”I give a shit about your ramblings or your mercy. You will simply always lack class and style. Do what you have to do now.”
Bold talk from a girl that was, despite some attempt to slip out of he grapevine, completely in the hands of her opponent now. Closing her eyes when her mouth was shut by the hand of the Conqueror, she took some deep breaths as good as she could with her mouth closed to prepare herself for what was to come.

”Mmh! Mmh!”
Her one free hand would initially try to push the bigger girl off her, but as soon as the grinding began to intensify, it would just push hard against the side of Ailinn as she was overwhelmed and dominated on all fronts.

Ailinn watched in awe how her rival’s answers were more and more spiteful with every sentence they shared. At first it was only some puzzling dissonance between the Maiko’s words and her actions as she was in the brink of defeat, but with time the Conqueror noticed there was something more. This was just a ruse, Amaya was playing with her, trying to deny her conquest by not being the submissive victim she was intended to be. With this change in attitude she expected to make the victory feel hollow for Ailinn, and in some way she would be right. “Now you are starting to bore me, girl. You had some nerve before, now you are all bark and no bite. Let’s finish you off.”

Ailinn then started a final grind against her rival, giving her all as both bodies rubbed strongly against each other. Amaya’s breasts and sex felt delicious and the Conqueror could feel her arousal penting up a little bit, but luckily she was far more fresh than her already close to the peak rival. Both lingerie clad pussies slapped against each other making slight splash noises as the fabric would be now completely soaked in their fluids, and their breasts would suffer even more since they were bare, nipples being completely erect as the rubbed in a combat of willpower and supremacy. “Now cum for me, you worthless vampire!” Ailinn exclaimed before starting a final rush at Amaya.

There was not much room for metaphysical thoughts in Amaya anymore when she was basically rode by her opponent despite or maybe because of her defiance. She would probably never know and would not attempt to answer or be snarky anymore for obvious reasons.

”Owhf! UuMm!”
Her cries of pleasure were drowned and warped by the hand holding her mouth shut. Her nose had taken the job of breathing through widely flared nostrils in a quick succession of ins and outs, just like the sex of Ailinn which was grinding and squishing against her own.

Finally her mouth would invisibly open under a silent scream while her body shivered and bucked under a crushing orgasm that had been built up by the long hand of the Irish. Despite her wishes, her eyes opened shortly in ecstasy while she was overwhelmed by her body, pretty visible through the tension that had built up in her body and pushed her body as far as it could within the grasp of the other girl before she fell limp in the grasp of the bigger girl, also signaled by the pushing hand that had stemmed itself against the side of Ailinn and was now lying powerlessly on the sheets.

In the end Ailinn couldnt be denied. No matter how hard Amaya had fought or how she had tried to hide her arousal and keep her desires in check in the very end the Conqueror was undeniable as only few things in life are. When the Irish set his newly sped up grinding it became apparent that it was only a matter of time before Amaya finally broke her dam, and it turned out that, like it happened before with the greenette, the more she fought it the direr the situation would become for her whenever she reached climax.

Her grinding was furious enough to pent up her arousal a little bit, letting some raspy moans as she felt her sex becoming wet for a third time. She didn’t feel any pressure though because she had been where Amaya was now and she knew how impossible to react she was when lost in pleasure. She only had to keep going a little bit before the Maiko, for the first time, obeyed an order from her and came hard, her body bucking below her strongly enough to make the Conqueror a little bit unstable. It didn’t last and then came the moment for the pin. “Good. Now stay put and maybe round 3 will be quick...”, Ailinn said with a snarky grin as she repositioned on top of Amaya, pinning her arms with her legs and hooking both legs with a grip on her ankles as her crotch rested so close to the Maiko’s face. The Sage’s reflection reappeared as she started a new count. “ONE!”