Halloween match! Trick or treat? - The Part Timers vs Blair Takashima

It really looked like Asaki was in a pinch at the moment. Maybe having another piece of candy wasn’t the wisest of options and she should have gone for another orgasm, but that only made Blair get closer to victory. If only she cared anything about winning or losing. At the point the only thing the succubus could think of is making her rival lose her mind to pleasure, but there were rules to the match, and the referee just popped out of nowhere to demand that Blair released her rival even if she hadn’t stated that she didn’t give. Surely the official had taken Yvette’s words as the fact, but well, that only meant that she got a new plaything to enjoy.

“Don’t worry Asaki. I will be back with you real soon.” With a kiss to the cheek, Blair slowly got on her feet and faced Yvette not before having her most scornful look for the referee. “And if you aren’t joining you could get lost.” Now it was time to see what the magician Yvette could do, and in the woman’s face the succubus could see some doubts, as if the woman was thinking about her choices. “So, you want to try your luck with the succubus? Now you are playing with the advantage, you are still dressed...” Blair said as she licked her fingers teasingly, thinking in the things she wanted to do to Yvette.

With a successful tag, Yvette made her way into the ring, bending over and climbing between the top and middle ropes. That gave the crowd another flash under her skirt, where they saw just how wet the magician was. It was mostly from the aphrodisiacs, but not even Yvette could deny seeing Asaki collapse in a puddle of her own cum was extremely hot. Yvette put on a strong face as she stared down Blair, trying to seem tough despite the obvious rivulets of her sex juices running down the insides of her thighs.

The pinkette lay panting for a moment after Blair got up, trying her best to cool off her body and calm herself down. She rolled over and got up on shaky legs, making her way out of the ring. Yvette had to help Asaki up as she could barely even stand after that draining orgasm. "I'll buy as much time as you need to recover" Yvette said as she helped Asaki get out of the ring. The French girl didn't feel confident that she could take Blair down, but she did think she would put up a lengthy struggle.

After Asaki stepped out, the magician turned to face the succubus. "If you want to see me naked, come and strip me!" Yvette said, holding open her arms and challenging Blair to come forward. Yvette would immediately lock Blair in a collar and elbow grapple when the succubus approached. She could tell in her fight against Asaki that Blair didn't have much wrestling skill. Her sensual ability far outstripped the French girl's, but Yvette felt confident that if she kept the fight to just wrestling, she'd be able to take Blair down.

For Blair it was a delightful but yet terrifying thing watching the effect that orgasming added to the aphrodisiac had on Asaki. One part of her thought it was so irresistible seeing the pinkette struggle to crawl back on her feet, and the succubus has to muster all her self control in order not to jump at her, but now it was Yvette's turn.

Speaking of which, the French magician just stepped insode the ring in a way that showed her bare sex and some glistening hinted how aroused the brunette must have been at that point. "No matter how tough you want to look, your body tells me you are ready to go. So come here I can undress you..." Blair said in a sultry tone while inviting Yvette to join her.

But of course the French had to ruin the mood with some actual fighting, locking a collar and elbow lock. Blair knew that she held no chance in fighting since her moves were lackluster at best, so the succubus knew what she needed to do. As the lock tightened, Blair made an effort to get her face closet to Yvette's and then went for some ear licking and nibbing. She wanted to use her sensuality to break the magician's defenses, so she would devote herself in the kissing as much as the lock would allow her. "Surrender your body to me. You know you want it..."

Yvette grunted as she locked up with Blair. As she expected, the succubus wasn't much of a wrestler, easily getting locked up and being driven back. Blair wanted to turn the match sensual as quickly as possible, licking and nibbling at Yvette's neck and ear as they grappled closely. "I'll make you surrender first!" Yvette growled, refusing to let Blair get inside her head, despite how hot and bothered she already felt.

With her dominance in the grapple established, Yvette moved to the second part of her plan. She grabbed Blair's arm and spun around so her back was facing the succubus. Yvette thrust her hip back, aiming to make Blair bend at the hips over her, while pulling the trapped arm over her shoulder.

"Time for a ride!" Yvette said as she attempted to flip Blair over her shoulder and slam the succubus on her back! If she was successful, Yvette would then take advantage of the stunned succubus by sitting down behind her and pulling her head in between her legs, squeezing tight to lock in a headscissor!

At that point in her career, even if it had been a young one with only a couple of matches, it was quite clear what Blair was pursuing in the AFW. Some wrestlers pursued the thrill of a good fight, some of them the love of the crowd and some of them glory or fame, making friends or lots of different reasons. For Blair, joining the AFW was a way of meeting the hottest of women and indulge in her desires, so fighting and most of the wrestling part was out of the question for her. Unfortunately, being part of a wrestling federation made some people believe you are an actual wrestler, and that was just happening.

Yvette was more than willing to go all fighty. The French had realized Blair was no good wrestler at all and tightened the collar lock, resisting in a very commendable way her sensual advances and actually responded in a way that completely blocked the succubus’ way of attacking first by wrangling her arm behind her back and then by throwing her over the shoulder. “Whaaaa!” with a deaf thud Blair’s back impacted against the mat. “Such… violence… urk!” Her words were cut short as some velvet thighs locked around Blair’s neck. Her shoulders and neck were in severe pain, but having those wonderful legs around her activated her arousal train, even more keeping in mind that Yvette was already wet and without any undergarments. In her current predicament the only thing Blair could do was to softly claw against those thighs and starting licking and kissing them, struggling to get a handful of fresh air as Yvette squeezed her.

Yvette could figure that Blair didn't want to wrestle. She had faced opponents before that disdained violence, preferring to indulge in the softer, sexual aspects of AFW. And she had faced opponents who despised that and wanted to be serious fighters. Yvette was somewhere in the middle, leaning towards being more sexual than violent, not only because she wasn't the biggest, strongest, or most skilled fighter, but also because fucking was much more fun than fighting. She was incredibly wary of just getting into a fucking match with Blair though, especially after taking the aphrodisiacs. Yvette knew if she wanted to stand a chance one on one against Blair, she would have to soften her up by beating her up first.

The French girl squeezed Blair's head between her long legs, tightening then loosening in a regular pattern to wear her down. Blair counterattacked by pawing at her legs, nibbling and kissing them. Normally Yvette wouldn't be bothered by such a move, but with the aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins her skin tingled with the lightest touch. It was quite distracting for the French girl who tried her hardest to keep focused as she maintained her hold.

"Ohh you naughty succubus!" Yvette groaned, "Well, I've got my own trick to keep you tame!" Yvette sat up and leaned over Blair's body, her long arms reaching out to grab and pinch Blair's nipples! Her fingers squeezed tight and pulled up, stretching Blair's teats and breasts, forcing them upwards like stretched out balloons. Doing this did make her leg scissors loosen around Blair's head though, something Yvette noticed but couldn't really help if she wanted to torture Blair's breasts!

Breath control wasn’t exactly Blair’s kink, but in the end she was the Crazy Nimpho, the woman who wouldn’t say no to any kink, so after some time struggling in the scissor hold she started enjoying it. She only needed some minutes of suffering something like that to start seeing something fun about it, and that was probably Blair’s most impressive ability. After some time choking and feeling lightheaded, Blair starting making that a pleasant experience, her womanhood becoming damp once more as she kept thinking on what those powerful thighs could do to her.

In the end, Blair noticed some of the pressure applied to her head fading, and just before she could even ask what was going on the succubus felt some mischievous hands going upwards and squeezing her breasts hard, forcing them upwards. “Uaaaaagh, so you fight rough! I love it...” Blair was now able to breathe once more, getting handfuls of air at first to compensate for the time she spent trapped by the tight scissors. Her situation was dire though, unable to do much as her breasts were handled by the French. It wouldn’t be the first time she would cum just by breast stimulation, so Blair was resolved to fall fighting at least.

Something that came with Yvette’s grip on her head becoming weaker was that Blair was somehow capable of repositioning herself, and she had her objective in mind. Slowly but surely, the succubus would crawl, moaning at Yvette’s work while the French was too distracted to pay attention to her, until she had Yvette’s sex not at hand, but at tongue. With dedication and lust, she would start furiously licking Yvette’s nether lips.

Yvette was going rough as she groped and pinched Blair's huge boobs. Though the French girl never admitted it, she was always jealous of bustier women like Asaki and Blair. The bustier they were, the more jealous she got. So when she saw Blair, with her huge boobs and impossibly slim waist, it irked her so much all she wanted to do was squash those huge tits flat! Now that she had her hands on them she realized just how massive they were, her fingers sinking deep into the breast flesh as she groped Blair, the boobs stretching to impossible sizes when she pulled on the succubus's nipples. All of this made her feel very upset!

As Yvette tortured Blair's tits though, her legs inevitably loosened to the point where Blair was easily able to pull her head free. Not that Yvette really noticed, she was too focused on Blair's tits to really care. The succubus was under her control, she thought, there was nothing Blair could do tmin this position.

Imagine her surprise when she felt Blair's tongue running against her naked, wet pussy! "Oh!" Yvette gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. Her sex was extra sensitive due to the aphrodisiacs, already slick with her juices to the point where it was dripping down her thighs. Just one lick was enough to paralyze the French magician, nevermind what Blair was about to do to her!

"Ohhhhhh stop!" Yvette moaned as Blair's tongue danced across her sensitive pussy. The succubus attacked with passion, eating out Yvette's pussy like it was a buffet, her tongue lashing what felt like every part of Yvette's sex at once! The French girl quivered on top of Blair, whimpering in pleasure, unable to move due to the sensations she felt between her legs.

"Yvette get out of there!" Asaki called from her corner. She could tell that Yvette was in trouble. She hoped that her words got through the haze of pleasure in Yvette's head, as all she needed to do was to stand up and Blair wouldn't be able to reach her.

Blair was one to enjoy some rough treatment. The nympho was firmly convinced about the possibility of adding a little bit of pain to spice things up and make pleasure even bigger, but at certain moment and despite the work the aphrodisiacs were making on her body, Yvette’s treatment trespassed the line and went from arousing to just torture. The succubus wasn’t sure why, but it felt like the French was compensating for something, as if her rival was taking revenge against her for an unknown, deeply rooted reason. But the main issue with this was that even someone with a sex drive as Blair was getting turned off by the intense pain that now would come from her nipples as Yvette would pull them with force.

The succubus needed a way out of Yvette’s reach quite soon, and she would find the best defense in attacking. After all, Yvette’s sex was at her tongue’s reach and its throbbing and juice leaking hinted how highly aroused the French was. Yvette’s moaning and whimpering actually confirmed that as Blair saw the way of escape she needed in front of her face. Devoting her tongue to it, she would eat the pain she was feeling in her swollen breasts as she redoubled her efforts. “...not going anywhere...mhaahh”, Blair would say before burying her face inside Yvette’s womanhood, stroking her inner folds and her clit alike.

Asaki's cry snapped Yvette out of her pleasure-induced stupor. The French magician shook her head, gathering her wits as she curled her legs back underneath her body. Blair wasn't even holding her down, the only thing preventing her escape was just how good Blair's tongue felt as it lashed her swollen dripping pussy. But though the French girl enjoyed it a bit too much, she still had enough willpower to try and get away.

"No more!" Yvette gasped, switching from pulling on Blair's tits to giving them a quick shove while scooting her butt back out of reach of blair't tongue. As she moved, she left a clearly visible wet trail of her own juices along the ring canvas. That elicited quite the reaction from the crowd, as the idea of a girl being so wet she would be leaving snail trails wherever she went was incredibly arousing.

Yvette took a moment to catch her breath and calm her pounding heartbeat. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, pushing it in between her legs in a desperate attempt to suppress the hot feeling a of pleasure emanating from her legs. Slowly she began to push back to her feet, though her legs were shaky and her footing unsteady, she would soon be standing back up. Even once she got to her feet though, she would be in no position to fight, bent over slightly as she held her wet pussy with both hands, her stiff skirt flipped up so the entire crowd got a nice view of her juicy tush and the wetness barely hidden underneath.