Conquering the Mountain

"Yamamoto Noriko." The sumo responded in the brief moment they were locked together, having a bit of her own dry sense of humor to go with Devine's joking inquiry. Then the biker went flying, a toss that anyplace else should have been a very simple move but here she found herself twisting a bit too far, sliding in the oil. Her elbows raised out, keeping her hands in defensively out of happen as she almost looked to be flapping chicken wings to keep steady. When she stopped she was no longer facing the other woman, but sideways. Other than being another annoyance about the arena in which they fought, she hadn't thought too much of it until her eyes caught the flash of motion coming towards her.

Her first instinct was to snap around towards it, spinning her body with intent to brace but the slicked floor made her fumble, knee buckling inward to keep from falling. The Brazilian caught her low, driving both of them back along the slippery surface. She backpedaled, dragging her feel through the oil in a frantic attempt to step upright. Leaning forward she clamped her fingers down on Devine's shoulders, using her as a means of counterbalancing. Amazingly to her credit, when both women had finally stopped, Noriko had managed to stay on her feet more or less in an awkward position with the other woman clinging to her around the waist.

Her legs shook at the precarious position she found herself in, knowing that any false move could see her fall. Rather than risk trying to throw her opponent again, or shake her off, she did the only thing she thought was safe and pushed her weight down.  She let her feet slip free and leaned in, trying to drop her body down over  Devine's shoulders and back to smoosh her into the oil from above. The hope was she could make a quick recovery once they separated as she did not want to be caught on the ground.

Divine’s plan had been to rush in low, strike at her foe’s legs, and bring her down with a sort of chop block, slicing her from the bottom, not unlike chopping down a tree.

That was close to what happened in reality, she supposed. The only problem was that she had made the mistake of being where the tree fell.

She crashed into Noriko’s legs and found her progress halted in a hurry, the woman having far more weight to her than she would have guessed at first glance. She didn’t look weak by any estimation, but not that they were close, now that she was pressing hard against those legs, she could feel how packed with power they were. Hardened, chiseled muscles were underneath that soft surface, peeking their way out, just begging to be caressed. She would get to them, soon enough, but there would be som pleasure before the pain.

Noriko had no shortage of weight to throw around, and she brought it all crashing down on Divine at once, planting her flat on the mat. It wasn’t far to fall, so it was more uncomfortable than anything, and not a prime position to be in...or it wouldn’t have been, in most situations. However, as long as they were like this, wrestling on the mat, Divine wagered she could turn things in her favor. After all, sumo wasn’t a sport with an emphasis on ground grappling. It was all about standing up. Pushing forward. Like this, even in a position of power, she was swimming in uncharted waters.

Divine reached out the moment Noriko began to pull away, wrapping arms around one of those mighty thighs and pulling it against her chest. For a little added spice, she ran her tongue along the top of her foe’s leg, giving a hot, quick lick. ”Let me guess - first time wrestling in oil?”

The moment Noriko threw her weight down onto Devine, the other woman collapsed down onto the oil with the young sumo rather unceremoniously flopping down on top of her. She instinctively turned her head, cheek speckled with a few stray drops of goopy oil. She gave her head a hard shake, trying to throw it off just due to how strange it felt to no avail. This was all so ridiculous. Her first attempt to push off Devine's back was met with her palm immediately slipping off the smooth slicked service, nearly unintentionally running a hand over the biker's backside. She backpedaled her hands in a rush, managing to get a firmer grip as she walked her palms from the woman's lower back to upper back in an attempt to stand herself back up.

She had managed to get to her knees. Her balance shifted, wobbling as Devine easily slid them closer with the lack of friction on the oiled mat. Was she hugging her leg for support? It got a small inquisitive look from the sumo as she brought a hand up, placing it on the top of Devine's head with the intention to give her a shove. She was interrupted though with a sudden chill shooting up her spine as something wet and coarse dragged itself along her toned thigh making her shudder and eyelids flutter. She blinked in confusion at the knee jerk reaction, cheek flushing slightly as her leg was pulled close to the biker's bosom.

"Is… is it that obvious?" Noriko minutes softly, still slightly confused over what just happened. Had Devine just licked her? It certainly seemed that way but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. "Not your first time?" The sumo inquired as she hunched down, attempting to grapple with Devine's arms to try and force them apart. It was more difficult than she expected with so little room to wedge her hands in and no solid handholds as her palms struggled to grip. It was slightly frustrating that something so simple had become impossible. With a hard twist she threw her weight into trying to shake the biker loose, wobbling as her balance shifted.

It was amazing how much Divine could learn with just a simple lick. In that one moment, she knew all she needed to know about the best way to attack Noriko, how she was going to conquer this imposing mountain of a woman. The way she shuddered was enough of a hint by itself, but the stuttering? That only clinched it.

She kept Noriko close, rubbed against, their hot skin slipping along with the oil’s aid. Her breast molded around the steel pylon this woman called her leg, and she had to bite her lip from letting a moan out - did she really not know how amazing a body she had, how good it felt against another woman’s body? It made her job easier, but it was almost a crime to let that potential go to waste.

”Is it that obvious?” She answered Noriko’s own question with an echo of her own words, filling them with more confidence and strength, collected and calm in her position. She kept that same demeanor as her foe reached down and tried to pry her arms apart to get free - an effort that wasn’t about to bear her any fruit, energetic as it was. That was the thing about wrestling in oil - it mattered less how strong you were, and more how you used that strength.

As Noriko’s balance shifted, Divine let go of the hold and swung around to the side, getting out from under the woman in a single swift move and leaving her to flop. She whipped her leg up and threw her body over onto Noriko’s back an instant later, straddling her from behind and reaching to seize her neck, closing her slender arms around her throat. It was a tight hold, but not enough to choke her out - for now, her only interest was riding this bull out, seeing how much power she could bring to bear.

Noriko twisted and grunted, trying her damnedest to dislodge the other woman from her. It didn't make any sense how easily she had tossed this woman around moments ago but now that she was latched on she was impossible to shake. It didn't help how… distracting she was being. Practically grinding up against the sumo's body making it equally frustrating and flustering every time she failed to get a good trip on the biker. The match had definitely shifted, if her current troubles weren't clue enough than Devine's demeanor had given it away. She sounded so soy and confident now, like she knew some sort of secret she wasn't sharing. That was fine. Let her keep her little tricks, it wasn't as if she could hug Noriko to death.

"Get...off" With a wild swing Noriko threw her weight in one direction with the sole purpose of whipping the other woman off her, though like playing tug-o-war when your opponent let's go with your big pull, the momentum she generated was well beyond her control when the biker suddenly released her. Her spin took her in a dizzying circle before she was flopped face down into the oil faster than she even realized what had happened. Pushing off the slick mat with her palms, the sumo had started to rise when Devine slung a leg over her back and sat her weight down on top of her. Ordinarily it would have been nothing, but here it was enough to make her hands and knees slip out from under her and plant her on the mat again.

It was almost too easy for Devine to find her positioning and snake an arm around Noriko's neck, but there was one thing to ruin the fun. The sumo had the wherewithal to tuck her chin even as she may like we to the floor, keeping the Submissionist from nestling the inside of her elbow where it needed to be to start really laying into the young rookie. The danger was very apparent to Noriko, understanding all too well how bad this situation had sudden become for her. She had to get up, had to get this woman off her before she could weasel on a hold. With a strained grunt, she pushed. Trying to keep her limbs steady and force herself to her hands and knees while Devine piggybacked on top of her.

Divine had to say, Noriko’s body felt, well…divine. A tad corny, she realized, but there simply wasn’t a better word for it.

She laid on top of this woman, this surging mountain of muscle, beautiful and alive and powerful, and she felt like a damn goddess. There was no real reason for that confidence, her opponent was far from defeated, but there was something about the position alone that energized her. She was so small in comparison to Noriko, the kind of woman that would’ve been easily batted aside in any other match, but here she was in control.

She relished in, not holding back a sinful laugh as her opponent flopped down beneath her. She tightened the hold and made the most of it for her own pleasure, as she ground her hips against Noriko’s back and teased her with short, quick humps. Moans came after each thrust, and she punctuated the short slaps with long, rough presses long and drawn out.

And all while Noriko fought about like a fish on a hook. ”You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” She took a deep whiff of her opponent’s hair and nuzzled against her neck. ”This shirt your wearing is a crime. If you don’t take it off, I will.”

Divine clamped her legs around Noriko’s waist as the woman continued to push up, adding in a scissorhold to keep her in place. She powered down, just enough to give her opponent some pain, but it was more for insurance than anything - she wasn’t about to give this position up easily. While she was here, though, she might as well give some pointers. ”Don’t rush so much - think about your moves, how the oil will affect them, compensate for it. You need to think of it as a tool, not an obstacle.”

Noriko drew in a hard frustrated breath through her nose, trying to keep herself from getting overly embarrassed as Devine had a laugh at her expense. The sumo was a powerful woman, a tested athlete of great strength who could topple some of the biggest men or women AFW had to offer and here she was struggling in a bag of oil. She was completely out of her depth which was something her opponent had latched onto immediately. The situation wasn't hopeless, but she was working at a pretty terrible disadvantage until she could actually manage to get up.

The worst part although it all though was just how good it felt having Devine pressed up against her. The wet, stiff slap of her hips up against the small of Noriko's back, grinding up the hem of her soaked shirt to bunch up across her back. The biker didn't even bother to hide her derived pleasure, something that had the young rookie's face growing redder with each moan that drifted to her ear. Her body stiffened when she felt the hot breath along the back of her neck, shuddering as the woman cuddled against her. Her first instinct was to try and shake her head but she stopped before she acted. She had to keep her head still and chin tucked, one tablet move would give up her defense… she would have to just let Devine have her way for now on that front.

"I am not disrobing for you." Noriko hissed through gritted teeth as she finally managed to ground her forearms in the oil to start at building a foundation. The problem was that while she worked to build, Devine slipped her long legs around her body unimpeded and proceeded to dismantle. She proved to be a firm body to squeeze, a tight toned body resting between her smooth supple form. Despite the pain, the sumo continued her arduous task of rising. One shakey let tucked, then the other, slowly propping her backside up in the air as her knees found traction.

"Easier for you to say." Her words came out in a labored huff, the effort of holding her limbs locked in place with Devine's added weight and hold foiled around her added an urgency for quick response. Sure, she could take her time, but Devine would have an even better hold of her by then. Though now that she was up, somewhat, she had the sudden realization she didn't know where to go from here. There wasn't a world in which she would be able to stand up with this other woman on her back…

"So… what now?"  Noriko winced both at her own words and the collective pain she was in. There was no point in pretending she had a handle on this, Devine knew better. Perhaps if the other woman was being genuine about her little tips, she might give some sportsmanlike advice to help.her out of this particular situation. If not, she would have to try and resort to applying brute force, but how she could do that like this was a problem unto itself.

Divine had someone to thank for this. She wasn’t sure who yet, but she might just go through the trouble of tracking them down, because she owed them a debt of gratitude for setting her up with Noriko. There were so many women she could’ve found herself wrestling with today - Aphrodite, Chloe Mason, dozens of hentai stars and starlets. She would’ve had a good time with them, too, but nothing too unique. Great sex was something she could get on tap anytime she wanted, no problem.

But this? The chance to take on a first timer, and one with such potential, such an amazing body? Oh, this was an uncut gem, and one that Divine wouldn’t have picked up on if she’d been selecting from a lineup. She was truly blessed by the sex gods.

”Fine with me. I can unwrap my own presents.” She bore down on her ankles and gave Noriko a jolt of power, hammering away at her midsection, though she wasn’t under any delusions that she could get a submission like this, even if she were so inclined. This woman was built like a walking, sturdy, Japanese tank. She was soft on the outside, but there was a bodybuilder lurking under the surface of all that supple skin.

Divine was enjoying the feel of her, though, reveling in that, when her ride came to a sudden stop. Her eyebrows quirked, confused, but only for an instant. Then she realized what the holdup was - her opponent was a little confused on the next step, it seemed. She even asked for advice, and Divine had to have a low chuckle at that, breathing hot into Noriko’s ear as she did. Adorable.

”Well,” She cleared her throat and spoke plain, bringing out the same tone her mother used on her as a child. And probably still would, if Divine ever bothered to call her. ”You can’t stand up. Clearly. But that’s not a problem. I’m the rider, you’re the bull. Move around. Thrash. Go wild. With this oil, I can only hold on for so long.”

Divine began to squeeze harder now, pouring on more pressure and turning her hold into a legitimate choke. She drove her hips forward, grinding along Noriko’s back and taking pleasure there. ”Or you can just let me put you to sleep. Have a nap.” She ran her tongue along the sumo’s earlobe, then stabbed it down the middle. ’You’re choice.”

As slender and unassuming those luscious legs of Devine's may have been to the grounded sumo, when they focused in around her body their crushing power was truly impressive. Noriko winced at the tightness, straining her body to tighten her own form in self defense, making the biker really have to work to inflict damage with her scissor. It wasn't without repercussion though, it was a taxing ordeal to hold leveraged force like that at bay and she had no clear signs of escape yet. It was only a matter of time before it started to take a toll.

All she could do was groan at Devine's declaration of taking her own initiative on slipping off some of her garments. It wasn't something that filled the sumo with much confidence, especially with how sure of herself she seemed to be. While she couldn't see her face, she could hear her smile just by the way she talked and the small breathy chuckles that escaped the biker while Noriko struggled beneath her.

The rookie had been desperate for meaningful advice, hoping her opponent might give her the tools needed to bring this fight back up to their feet. She didn't though, instead handing her the equivalent of asking her to try unplugging and plugging a computer back in. Struggle. That was it. Noriko had that in spades.

"Why would I ever let you do that?" The rookie rasped, still managing to keep her chin tucked enough to prevent the full choke… or she had been able to until she felt Devine's tongue run up along her ear. Instinctively she tried to pull away which allowed the other woman to finally draw back her arm fully to lock in the sleeper. Her gasp was cut short as the submission clamped down harder leaving her in a wide eyed panic. Prying fingers pawed at Devine's forearm, trying to clamp down her fingers to rip the limb off but they came away when she squeezed, slipping off that is to the oil.

Kicking her legs, she bucked hard, training to get to her knees only to crash back down onto the oiled mats. Her toes slipped when she went to push, her palms getting no traction when she shoved off the ground. While Devine had likened the sumo to a bull moments ago, she was more aiming to a fish floundering around on land. All the while she could feel her body growing hotter from the exertion and the other woman grinding against her back. It seemed almost as though she didn't have a choice… the biker might just be able to choke her out here before they had even gotten started. With that very real thought, she kicked the ground hard in time with smacking her palms into the oil, with a large jolt she swung their weight to the side to try and gracelessly flop herself sideways to partially land on Devine.

Divine wished she could say that the lick she gave Noriko was a clever ploy to get the woman in closer for a sleeperhold and ramp up the pressure, but it was really just happenstance, a fun little accident she stumbled on. It worked, though, better than she could’ve ever hoped for. Noriko really was just a bundle of nerves, so easy to work over, the perfect sort of prey. Just one little touch of the tongue and she was like jelly in Divine’s grip. It was almost too easy, but that wouldn’t stop her from having fun with it.

She clenched in tight, letting her breasts mushroom against Noriko’s shoulder blades, digging into her with the hardened tips of her nipples. It had been a hot minute since she’d felt this much power between her legs, with Stone not being in the mood to play much these days.

”Well,” She clamped down harder as Noriko pried at her arms in a feeble attempt to get them loose. ”I can’t win by knocking you out, so you don’t have to worry about losing. And I’ll take the time to have some fun while you sleep. Trust me, you’ll like the way you wake up.”

It wasn’t an idle threat, either - Divine was already thinking of the way she could wrap her way around this beauty when she had unfettered access, envisioning all the tight positions she could slip into. A grapevine was the frontrunner for the moment, wanting feel their legs intertwined, wanting to see how flexible the sumo could be. It would have to wait a little longer than she’d hoped for, though, because her opponent had a touch more energy than she was giving her credit for.

Noriko had a sudden, strong surge to the side, a jolt that took Divine off guard. It wasn’t enough to send her off, though it came close. It was, however, enough to make her whip around her opponent’s body, only kept from swinging all the way around because of her arm getting in the way. She redoubled her efforts, clamping down even hard on Noriko’s side, but the sleeperhold was a lost cause - she was holding onto Noriko’s neck to keep her position more than anything. It couldn’t have felt good for the other woman, but it was far from being a real threat. ”Whoa, there! That’s what I like, a little fight. Keep going.”