Something Sweet

Ellie moaned shamelessly into Rose's mouth, lost in her ravenous pursuit of claiming them for herself. It didn't matter the approach, each press of them to one another of hungry suckle made her heart pound in her chest in time with their grinding bodies. Her own efforts took a momentary pause as the redhead's tongue peeked from between her lips, flicking over the rookie's. She was caught off guard the first time it happened, and when it invaded completely she found herself confused at first. Her own tongue pressed to the side of her mouth, away from the redheads until she felt it seeking hers out, brushing against it. She cautious allowed for the two to mingle, entwined briefly before Rose's retreated. Taking it as a challenge, Ellie's followed close behind to prove the redheads mouth intrusively as she planted a first aggressive kiss on those ruby lips.

When they parted she breathed heavily again, coming up for air after a deep dive to the murky depths. She opened her eyes slightly at something that took her by surprise, staring down at Rose beneath her… calling her name like that. It made her body tingle. Was this a mistake? Had the redhead meant it? She rolled her body, gliding her breasts up against Rose's, circling her chest with a light rise and fall to tease both of their nipples for their joint benefit. She lowered her head as she focused on this, for a time, just enjoying the sound of the woman's panting so close to her ear and feeling the slickness of sweat making her leotard slide more easily along the other woman's body.

It occurred to her after some time that she could do more though. That she wanted to do more. So she pressed her lips to Rose's neck. Starting with small kisses, building to boldly nibble and suckle at her tender skin. Her body was like fire, each touch making her burn on the inside. Shakily she lifted a leg, trying to reposition herself, sloppily missing her target as she fumbled blindly while keeping up her relentless sampling of the domme on offer. Eventually she had taken to straddling just one thigh, rubbing herself up against the other woman's leg to keep her own excitement high. For Rose though…

Her hand drifted up from her side, palm turning over over top of the woman's navel. Her fingers giving the woman a small teasing tickle like delicate spider steps across her skin. While this was still yet uncharted territory, she knew how to please herself. Had dreamt of Rose being where Ellie now was… so she had seen just what to do. She flattened her fingers out across the redheads skin, gliding her fingers down past the lip of her pants, rolling those gentle tips down over top of the woman's most sacred of vaults. She curled them slowly, giving those velvet walls the lightest of touches.

Rose had awakened a sexual monster. A beast.

Ellie had to be the reincarnation of some ancient sex goddess or possessed by a succubus or something supernatural, because those were the only explanations she could fathom for how this woman could be unfathomable adept at pressing all her buttons. So far as she knew, the Briton was going purely off the cuff, and maybe that was where this was all coming from - raw desires brought to reality.

If so, this was insane. With each passing moment, her anticipation grew and the heat swelled. Ellie wasn’t perfect, that little fumble didn’t escape her notice, but she was doing such a superb job of keeping Rose awash in sensations that paid it little notice. She was far too busy sighing as their breasts ran together, tensing up as her curious lips met with her own, and entertaining the extra tongue in her mouth. Eyes shut tight, it took a supreme force of will to not wrap her arms around this woman, pull her tight, and ruin the moment. The payoff was coming. She had to be patient.

That patience would be rewarded soon enough, as she felt fingers sliding along stomach, creeping towards her legs. At first, she thought Ellie was just playing, exploring, but then those fingers flattened out and pressed against her crotch, making her intentions clear and leaving no doubts. She was going to give Rose what Rose had given her, and if the current trend continued, she was even going to do a better job at it.

God. If Thorn saw this, she’d never live it down.

Hissing, she had to find ways to control the sensual stress, to keep herself from bubbling over far to early. Her fingernails moved to the mat and dug in, pressing hard enough to leave moon-shaped cuts. She smacked the back of her skull against the floor without even thinking, and her hips started to buck, pressing against Ellie’s hand, as if her body was alive and demanding this woman’s touch. The puppeteer was on the strings, and everything about this was driving her to madness.

Feeling Rose pushing up against her hand was unexpected. Her mind was unable to wrap itself around the fact someone as powerful and sensual as the redhead was so beholden to her every touch. It felt so real, starting as an invitation but spiralling out of either woman's control. Never did she imagine herself grinding up against this femme fatale, hearing her breathily call her name. Over the moon, her hand slipped up and down to grope between her legs with each thrust of the redhead's hips, pushing her backside back down to the mats.

She wanted desperately to say something, letting her lips leave where they had been ravaging Rose leaving only reddened spots behind. She came in close to whisper in her ear but nothing came to her other than her faint moans and heavy breathing as she rocked their bodies against one another. She was so hot her face was flushed bright red, her heart pounding out of her chest. With a hard tug she yanked her arm out from under Rose's shoulder, gripping at her own leotard strap. A few sloppy grasps as she pulled at the material only to have it snap back as she tried to shrug it off. She managed to get it slipped off her shoulder, flailing to work her arm out of it. It wasn't enough though, the other strap kept her from pulling the top down. Too much work. She needed to focus so her efforts were abandoned as one trap flopped quietly along her side.

"Say my name…" Her words bubbled out in a low moan. Was this her voice? Had she just said that? Her face drew closer, her lips sloppily missing Rose's cheek, then the side of her head before settling in her ear. Her lips kissed down along it's edge before coming to her earlobe, pinching it between her teeth to give a tug. She waited to hear what she wanted, holding her fingers just as the gateway to paradise just as she learned from Rose. Only when she heard what she wanted would the rookie gently voice her fingers inside, shivering at the warmth to be found.

Her two fingers curled out of sync, slowly bicycling inside the other woman, bumping and exploring. She drew them slightly in and out, gauging what she could from Rose's body language to try and decipher what she seemed to like more. It was becoming harder to concentrate, getting lost in her own arousal as she continued to grind their bodies together. She left her thumb just outside, massaging her in small semi circles, drifting closer to where she knew she enjoyed being touched the most herself. A small parting of those velvet walls again found her thumb tip moving slowly to find just the right spot… there it was.

”Fuck…” Rose hissed through her teeth and threw her head back as she undulated against Ellie’s hand, moving more with each thrust. It wasn’t her idea, it was her body’s, as it sought pleasure on its own, yearned to meet this woman’s touch. At this point, it wasn’t a matter of if she’d succumb to the Briton’s touch, but how long she could stave off the inevitable. Rose had trained in the art of seduction for years, had forgotten more about sex than most people would ever know, and it was no exaggeration to call her a master at it - but if she was a master, then Ellie was proving herself to be a rare prodigy. The only reason she hadn’t exploded yet and taken the release she craved was to save some face, and that resistance was rapidly eroding as the woman’s fingers came into play.

Ellie was close to pushing her over the edge, so close that only a few wild motions could have done the job, but like a virtuoso with her instrument, she knew how to play Rose’s body well. Her face was close to Rose’s ear, now, and she was doing...something below. She couldn’t tell what and she frankly didn’t care, because her focus was solely on heat washing over the side of her face and the waiting fingers between her legs. She had been here before, a thousand times, but only ever on the giving end. Instruction was coming. A requirement for release.

The order was given, and she didn’t hesitate to comply, giving it zero thought. ”Ellie.” Her voice was full of wanting lust, hungry and desiring, and she’d even add more to it. ”Ellie, please, please, let me…”

Her request tapered off into a moan as it was fulfilled right away, in spectacular fashion. There was a deliberate thought to Ellie’s movements that she had to appreciate, even now. The fingers circling through her worked in tandem, giving her only the briefest breaks in pleasure before plunging in again, and the thumb worked to steadily build anticipation.

Through all of this, she’d been so wrapped up in the pleasure she was receiving that she’d almost forgotten to give some back. It was all she could do to reach and run her hands along Ellie’s side and back, fumbling with her caresses. It wasn’t much, a pitiable effort, and she knew it, but it was all she could muster with the Briton melting her down.

"Yes…" Ellie murmured softly, closing her lips around the redhead's earlobe to give it a slightly harder tug, nibbling at it greedily.

"Yes…" as her lips popped and teeth slipped away, finding new lands to conquer buried deep alongside the other woman neck.

"Yes…" As her thumb flicked down, dragging across the other woman a sensitive huh, holding it captured with a slicked fingertip, strumming it between becking curls of her fingers from within. Was this what it was like to be dominant? To have someone literally at her fingertips, pleading for more? She let out a powerful rumble of a growl, drunk with power as Rose pawed at her side helplessly. She was in control now. This woman who she had dreamt of was at her mercy, anything she wanted she could take… in her lustful base it dawned on her. The peddling of her fingers slowed slightly keeping the redhead primed for release but trying in her inexperience not to push her over.

"Do you give up?" She heard her own voice as if from another woman. Hoarse, hungry, she hadn't wanted to stop but found that competitor piece of her that was always looking for an opportunity. Here it was. This was the most vulnerable she was likely to get Rose. She wasn't certain she would have the wherewithal to even ask it again. Her feral instincts were so strong, it took everything in her power to keep from diving back in and devouring the redhead and spoiling the carrot she was presenting. It was a bluff of a Gambit knowing full well regardless of the answer she wasn't going to stop… but there was a sliver of hope this had been enough to put the domme out of sorts and hand her the match.

”Fuck, yes.”

In the next few days, after Rose’s lust-filled fervor had faded and something resembling sense returned to her, she would find herself wondering why she’d said that so quickly, with so little hesitation. Perhaps a small part of her wanted to reward Ellie for this breakthrough. At the end of the day, she didn’t really care whether or not she came out of this match the winner or if her opponent’s hand was held up high. While she did have designs on becoming a champion at some point, one untelevised match would hardly be a dent in her plans. It would be on the records, but nowhere else, and while she wouldn’t deny the outcome if asked, she wasn’t about to go spreading information to the four corners, either.

That was the pragmatic explanation. Part of the truth. The rest of it, however, was that Ellie had just gotten to her that much, pulled her so far into the illusion, that she couldn’t help but utter the words at the mere hint of having her release denied. She’d never seen herself as a switch, and she still wouldn’t after this night, but the Briton had succeeded in bringing out something she never thought existed. This was the result.

Furthermore, Ellie deserved it. She’d not only beaten Rose at her own game, but done so in spectacular fashion.

If Rose was going to fall, though, she wanted to do so in grand fashion. Panting, heaving, gyrating at her lover’s touch, she ran her fingers up Ellie’s side, scratching at her skin. Eyes closed, she arched her back and waited for the final plunge, knowing it was coming. She was so close now. One good push was all it would take.

”Finish it, Ellie.”

Rose's commited response came so fast, Ellie wasn't sure if she had even actually heard it or if her list filled mind was playing tricks. Had the redhead just actually submitted to her? Like this? While the rookie didn't have an impressive record here in AFW, she had tasted victory a few times in an official capacity but they were nothing like this. They seemed so small compared to the herculean task of taking someone down in their own element. This was Rose's home. In a match where Ellie had foolishly allowed her any sort of rules she wanted and she had just won by… seduction? Was that what this was?

For all the cogs in her mind that churned, her body wasn't willing to wait and direct all the details. This was a white hot bit of steel that needed to be hammered down and quenched. So she did what she always did, throwing her all into it. She used her knees to push herself up, dropping herself down on top of Rose roughly, grinding the other woman down into the mat with her chest. Every roll of her breasts over the redhead's unrestrained bosom was a treat, letting the rookie basically bounce against her as their bodies raked up along one another. She felt the pawing of weak fingers along her side and took them as a sign to act, using her free hand to grab hold of one of Rose's wrists and pull it aside where she could pin it to the mat as she worked with limited distraction.

And work her fingers did, holding nothing back as the pace only increased. She was untrained in the nuances of pleasure only knowing what she was doing now seemed to work. With each plunge came her cycling fingers, delving deeper into the moist reassess of her opponent pulling out moan after moan. Her thumb traced her perfect little pearl without release, working the nub in relentless circles as the tension continued to build. She panted and sweat with every motion. Damp hair clinging to the side of Rose's face as she latched onto her throat like a predator, going for the jugular with another fiery kiss as she pushed the other woman to the limit.

It was perfect. So perfect. Rose found herself wishing this had been recorded. She wanted to take notes, and there was absolutely no way she was going to remember every detail of what Ellie did. The Briton answered her submission like a call to attack, making good in stunning fashion.

She wanted Ellie’s body all over her, and that was what she received, draped all over and bucking. It might’ve seemed like a silly display to an outside observer, that didn’t mean it wasn’t effective. The breasts, mashing together, slipping over her sweaty pair, molding them, slapping them about. The heat of their bodies against each other, that friction of skin against skin. The heady scent of Ellie’s breath washing over her face with each thrust. Even her pinned wrist, as small a thing as it was, worked like magic - an unmistakeable

The aggression, the passion, the raw lust of it all came together to paint this rare picture. It was a moment she wished would last for minutes. Hours.

But it wouldn’t. Ellie’s fingers saw to that, tweaking her clit, slipping in and out, working through her folds. There was no stopping what was coming, no avoiding the fall, but Rose’s journey to it was pure bliss. Electricity running through her body, working its way out from her core and spreading to every nerve, digging her claws hard into the Briton’s side.

Rose came. Her back arched, her body quaked, and she let out a long, hoarse cry as she spilled all over Ellie’s rabid fingers, gushing with spurt after spurt. The orgasm hit her in waves, each one weaker than the last, but shocking all the same. It took longer than she could ever remember it doing, but she did come down from the high, step by step, her spasms fading with each pulse.

Lower.

Lower.

Done.

Speechless for the first time she could recall, Rose simply laid there, staring at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell in steady motions, pushing Ellie up and down, and aside from the occasional twitch, she made no other movements.

But she did smile. A contented, blissful smile, serene and cool.

When the final surrender came it was a euphoric experience, almost as much as when Rose had brought her to climax. To reign supreme over this woman she had built up in her mind, who she had wanted to do such unspeakable things to her… to have her now under her finger crying out her name. It was almost too much to take. Ellie rode with each buck of the redheads buxom beauty, keeping her pressed down as firmly as she could through the tense moment. Like riding a wild animal, she refused to be thrown. The rookie could swear she felt the pounding beat of her heart through her own pursed lips, latched on so fie felt when they came away it left a deep red mark it's in wake.

The warm gush over her fingertips make her shiver at first, but found herself peddling her fingers just a bit more, rubbing the tip of her thumb for slightly longer just to see how long she could leave the enraptured woman hung in this state of convulsing. She had no real understanding behind it on a personal level but just felt she should. Once Rose began to melt beneath her again though, she finally withdrew, wiping her hands off on the other woman's pants leg.

Ellie slowly climbed down off of Rose to nestle up at her side, tucking one leg over Rose's thigh, and hugging an arm around the other woman's body, gently cupping one of her breasts to circle a thumb along her the underside. A content sigh, a bright blush, and big smile on her face as she cuddled in close to lay her head on Rose's collar like an intimate lover, nuzzling the domme. "I won." She mused softly, tauntingly, as she held Rose protectively close.

Rose was having a genuinely difficult time describing her feelings at the moment.

Surprise? Oh, there was definitely an abundance of that. She couldn’t have foreseen these events coming in her wildest dreams. When she’d taken the challenge, she was sure that this match would’ve ended up with her in control, possibly in the bedroom where she’d set up a St. Andrews Cross and laid an assortment of toys, ready to go if and when things got interesting.

Satisfaction? Some of that. That had been one of the most fulfilling, electrifying orgasms she had ever experienced, setting her aflame as the woman worked her up. The way she’d pulled it out, the way she’d teased and taunted, the little touches that she probably didn’t even do on purpose. She couldn’t recall anything that came close to bliss like this, in all of her sexual encounters. It was like trying a new drug for the first time, and she found herself craving more.

But more than anything, there was pride. Proud to see Ellie make such a breakthrough. Proud to be a part of such a stark transformation. Proud to be here, laying next to such a mysterious, beautiful, budding woman.

She let her breathing slow, forcing calm back into her body as Ellie took up her place beside her and wrapped her up. She buried her face into her lavender hair. She took a deep whiff, savoring her scent. ”Yes.” She kissed Ellie on the top of her head, then brought her lips lower, to whisper in her ear. ”Yes, you did. Is it everything you pictured? How does it feel?”