Victoria Archer vs Ailinn "Imperious" Byrne - POW Match

Ailinn was surprised about how well things were going for her. Despite Victoria looking like a really skilled fighter, the greenette just had her rival right where she wanted, and the blonde’s attempts to escape were only some token resistance without actual intention or focus on escaping. Victoria could writhe and squirm as much as she wanted, but that wasn’t going to get her close to an escape, and Ailinn was more interested in her whimpering and moaning which signaled how Victoria was unable to do much to resist her advances.

For some more seconds Ailinn kept going with her breast sucking, circling those now erect nipples with her tongue and her kisses before going for small nibs against it, working to the best of her abilities to make any possible resistance from Victoria fade. And it was working based on how Victoria reacted. Breaking her nipple nibbing she looked at her rival in the eyes. “Oh there is no god in here Victoria, what you are feeling it’s all on me.”

Ailinn’s teasing had been a good starter, but now it was time to get really to the point. With a sudden, agile move Ailinn repositioned herself so now she was straddling Victoria sitting on her bust, using her legs to trap both of her shoulders against the mat and rendering Victoria immobile. From there, the blonde would have a wonderful look of the greenette towering over her with her crotch just in the spotlight. From there, Ailinn arched her back a little to get her hand resting against Victoria’s covered crotch, feeling it with her fingertips and testing how the blonde reacted to that before starting slightly rubbing her womanhood, using the fabric of her bikini to test the waters before she would do anything else.

An internal war of mind vs body was raging within Victoria while Ailinn’s mouth and tongue teased the blonde’s nipples. The mind told her she had to find a way out of this predicament at any cost. But the body, wrapped up in the pleasurable feelings surging through her, lustfully longed for more. This conflict was nothing new for Victoria, however. She had gone through it in almost every one of her matches since arriving in this league. And no matter how much the mind screamed at her to fight back, the body’s desires always won out in the end.

Tonight was no different. In her head, she knew how important it was to get out from under Ailinn as soon as possible. But her body refused to resist. Even when her foe left her breast and looked straight into her eyes, Victoria couldn’t bring herself to try to throw the woman off of her. And then in one, sudden move, Ailinn quickly shifted forward and sat astride Victoria’s chest, pinning her arms under legs clad in smooth stockings.

The tall blonde let out a soft groan as her breasts were flattened under Ailinn’s backside, which she found actually felt surprisingly good even in spite of that. Essentially trapped in a schoolgirl pin now, Victoria looked up at the beautiful woman on top of her, and found that she somewhat disagreed with what she had said a moment ago. Ailinn had said there was no god here. But seeing the majestic woman towering over her now, the greenette herself appeared as a goddess in her own right, using Victoria as her personal throne. The crotch of Ailinn’s panties was just in view, and she found herself secretly wanting it even closer. Her thoughts were derailed, however, by the sudden feeling of her rival’s fingers against her thinly covered sex, eliciting a soft moan from Victoria. Her hips and long legs squirmed lightly, but offered no resistance against Ailinn’s hand. It seemed her body had given up the fight, resolved to submit itself to the will of her breathtaking opponent.

Ailinn didn’t consider herself the best in business. Her career was still young and she had a lot to learn to get and mingle with the top wrestlers in the league, but she was quite happy with how her matches were unfolding. She had some time to rethink some of her motivations and it looked like she was slowly moving forwards towards a healthy way of being around her rivals. Right at the moment the greenette had Victoria just where she wanted, but her past self would had been much more dominant and nasty towards the blonde. The renovated Ailinn was just advancing towards victory in an efficient way.

However, the ease with which things had unfolded for Ailinn surprised the greenette, who couldn’t believe that Victoria hadn’t been able to resist her advances. From her current position in which she was pinning the blonde in a schoolgirl pin while rubbing her bikini covered crotch. Based on Victoria’s body reactions it seemed like she wasn’t going to be capable of mustering any strength, being putty in Ailinn’s hands and deeming the match lost for her. There wasn’t much more Ailinn would get from that match since Victoria could only squirm and moan, so the best course would be getting closer to the finish line.

In order to do so, the greenette would wrap one of her legs around Victoria’s head, locking a sitting headscissors while her hand would tease her rival’s crotch. “Okay Vic, seems like you can’t do much more. We can make this quick if you want, but you will have to make clear you want me to make you cum. What is it going to be?” Ailinn would give Victoria a small squeeze just to show how things could go if she tried to remain in the fight. Ailinn was offering her rival a quick way out of that one sided match.

It felt strange to Victoria how she could be in so many similar situations that each felt unique. Other women had restrained her and made her cum in matches before. But most tended to be quite aggressive with their dominance over her, as if humiliating her was as much the goal as winning the match. But what Ailinn did was quite different.

The sensation was incredible, and not just from the hand rubbing against her thinly covered sex. The feeling of Ailinn sitting on her chest, the smoothness of the woman’s legs and stockings as one wrapped around her head like a snake… Victoria felt a longing to worship the legs that had trapped her head and neck, to please Ailinn, and let this woman do anything she wanted to her.

She winced slightly when the legs started to tighten their hold, but didn’t hesitate before giving her answer. “Please… Please, make me cum!” The words were not uttered out of fear or desperation. Unlike her previous experiences with this sort of thing, where people had dominated her so aggressively it had been more humiliating than blissful, Ailinn was so gentle with her domination in comparison that Victoria legitimately wanted this. It was still embarrassing, but for once, that feeling felt like a secondary thing.