Conquering the Mountain

"Don't presume...egh to know what it is I want." Noriko managed shakily as she worked hard to dislodge one of Devine's legs, intent on systematically picking apart the submission one piece at a time. In her head it had seemed like a good idea, but in practice she should have known better. There was no reason for her opponent to just sit idly by, well, as idly as one could be when using her arm as her personal plaything. It seemed at though they both came to this realization at the same time, though in Noriko's case it was dread and Devine's it had been new fruitful opportunities.

Her body shifted with the biker swinging her way over top of her, chin tucking hooked behind to cradle her. She kicked hard and threw a wild swipe that was way off mark to try to blindly seize control but she had no idea how to fight this. A simple armbar had been a challenge but whatever this was… she had no clue how to deal with it. Devine didn't seem to mind though, taking this moment to grind her crotch up against the incapacitated sumo. Noriko tried to turn her head, wincing as she felt the wet warm bump of those hips dragging on her face. There was a heavy scent, overwhelming of more than just oil, something she couldn't place but was unsure if she liked it or not.

Noriko raked her heels through the oil, pushing and kicking, occasionally managing to plant the soles of her feet enough to give a hard buck. If Devine though she had been a rodeo bull before, now was a far better showing for just how soft a comparison that was. She was desperate and confused, trying everything in her power to get the woman mounted on top of her off. Pride dictated she not surrender, to give everything she have when backed into a corner. It was taking its toll though. Every time Devine had wrapped her up she spent so much energy just uselessly flailing and without any real break, she was tiring out.

”I don’t presume to know anything.” Divine spoke through her moans, each word dripping with lust as she continued to use Noriko’s chin for her pleasure. ”You’re not good at keeping your feelings inside - your mouth isn’t saying much, but the rest of your body isn’t so guarded. I’m reading you like a storybook.”

She had a laugh - a fun, genuine laugh - as she continued to thrust against her foe’s face, mixed in with her lustful cries. She didn’t mean to be malicious with her words, wasn’t trying to demean this woman. She was the fish out of water, the poor thing. A Checker master trying to bring the same thinking to Chess. Divine was trying to ease the transition, but unless she changed her way of thinking, she would continue to walk into rakes.

She continued to thrash around as Divine felt the heat rise between her legs, growing hotter with each passing second, feeling the heat building up to a boil. She was close to letting it all out, too, but Noriko’s thrashing was starting to bear some fruit, enough to make that impossible. She rode her down as best she could, fighting her efforts with expert skill, anticipating her and moving to counter, but that was only ever going to get her so far - she had to switch this up. Try something different.

Divine went for broke and wiped around, letting go of the triangle choke in exchange for something more passionate, more personal, more powerful. She turned about to look down Noriko’s magnificent body with her head between her legs, then shifted up and dropped her butt on her opponent’s face, putting her in tight facesit with the back of her feet framing her head, locking it in. At the same time, her hands went to the sumo’s breasts and latched on, squeezing tight and kneading them, massaging them through the thin material. Deep, probing touches, working away on the tender skin like a potter with clay, denying her easy air while she continued her grind.

Noriko growled through grit teeth, though it carried with it no real threat in her current position. She tried in vain to move her face out of the path of Devine's crotch but only really managed to find it ramming against her cheek or forcing her neck to crane when she got a good grind under her chin with no real escape. She was forced to endure, panting heatedly with each thrust, being worn out by her frantic struggling. Her fingers wiggled fruitlessly on her outstretched arm, unable to budge the limb with it cinched into the hold. Her wild bucks had managed to shift Devine's body a bit, but she could still feel her firmly planted on her chest and couldn't dislodge her… yet. Maybe if she just kept trying…

A brief respite as the biker peeled her crotch from Noriko's reddened face, letting her head drop back into the oil surrounded by her frazzled and oil slicked ponytail. She drew in a deep labored breath, desperate for a full helping of air after being risen to fiercely. This was what she needed… her tired eyes watched the woman above her shift, hovering her backside over top of the downed sumo. She found herself blinking dumbly at the sight of the biker's perfect backside as the light sheened off of it, th n it descended. For some reason she hadn't thought it would come down on top of her, but as it descended she let out a labored. "W-wait."

Worse yet she felt something squeeze beneath her head and neck, wedging her face up into the humid crevice. Her features sank into the other womans cushioned posterior, making her heavy breathing huff on nothing more than the last few bits of air she had left. She reached back, tempering her hands around her captors thighs, feeling her way around in a desperate attempt to find somewhere to push up from. Devine had not only leverage her with her weight, but those strong legs of hers working to keep her locked in tightly making the sumo's efforts little more than pawing attempts at freedom.

Pushing at the floor she kicked her legs, bucking once, arching be back as she formed a bridge with her shaking legs. She felt the woman on top of her hands shove down on her chest, pushing her flat once again into the oil. It wasn't just that though… they remained pressed down over her breasts, roaming, groping…  Noriko let out a muffled cry into Devine's cheeks giving another wild attempt to kicking and flailing. After the first surge though, she could feel the the time rookie's struggles dying out as she was running on no air. Her kicks weaker, barely able to lifted out of the oil as the biker played with her breasts.

Silence…  eyes closed, trying not to think about all of this. This woman mounted on top of her, humping the life out of her. Those fingers caressing her breasts, palms digging down over her nipples as they stiffened despite how much she wished they hadn't. She could feel her focus fading now, hard to keep up a fight. Something broke free, a hot moan, she couldn't help it. Everything just felt so good… Devine's hands were so devilishly good she couldn't help but want to feel them more, all over her body… Oh god, what was she thinking?! She couldn't do this, she shouldn't do this. Weakly she placed a palm on Devine's thigh, tapping at it with the last of her energy, trying to surrender even though this match wouldn't allow it. She could feel her consciousness slipping, if Devine continued to ride her she would feel her hands fall away and struggles cease entirely as she caused the sumo to pass out.

Stone and Mako always chided her when she went for facesits in their sparring matches, thinking that it was just something for jokes, nothing to be taken seriously. She could understand that way of thinking - they weren’t big into hentai, left that mostly to her, and she was always seen as the least serious Valkyrie. The smallest threat. The one that you could turn your back on.

That was, until the day Divine surprised Mako in her bed when she woke up, sat on her face, and knocked her out three times in ten minutes. Best April Fool’s Day, ever.

Noriko was experiencing a taste of that right now. Divine didn’t wait to drop her divine features on the sumo’s face - no, that request was denied. She settled in, dropped her weight down, and let her cheeks spread across the woman’s face, making her the envy of millions. It was a perfect fit, as if the two of them were made for each other, as if it was meant to be. To Noriko’s credit, she put up a hellish fight at first, thrashing hard, bridging and bucking like the wild amazon she was truly. If Divine had tried this earlier, when she was still daisy-fresh, this whole effort would’ve failed.

But now, she was weak and ragged, worn down to the nub by everything that had transpired, left as a shattered husk. There was no question that the woman beneath her would pass out, it was only a matter of when, and it turned out she wouldn’t have to wait long at all.

”That’s it.” Divine arched her back and have a long, husky sigh as Noriko’s struggles subsided, fading away into nothing. ”Let it happen. Just let it-”

”1…!”

Divine’s chill mood was brought to a screeching halt when she heard the referee’s count. She jerked her head to the side hard, as if she just remembered there was a third party here...because she had just remembered that. This wasn’t a match that required much official involvement, and the referee, a young blonde thing in a blue swimsuit, had been quiet the whole time, wisely keeping her distance.

She was doing her job, though. As Noriko’s struggles weakened, her shoulders went to the mat. Divine was pinning her, and she was eligible for a pinfall. ”2…!”

”Hit that mat again and I’ll knock you out, too.”

Divine’s words made the official stop in her tracks, frooze her in midmotion. She fixed the woman with a stare, one that made an icy chill sweep through the room. She wasn’t playing, not in the least. Noriko was her meal, and she wouldn’t stop feasting until she was damn well ready.

The referee could’ve pressed the matter, maybe even called the match over a threat. She didn’t, and instead slid back, sat down, and folded her arms. Smart girl. ”Tch, whatever.”

Now that the little interlude was over, Divine put her attention where it was supposed to be, on the bestial beauty she’d just knocked out. She lifted her ass up and brought her head up along with it, the seal strong enough to hold Noriko’s head for a few moments before it fell out with a plop. She whipped around and sat on Noriko’s chest, leaning over to peer at her face - yep, still looking healthy, nothing to worry. She wouldn’t be out long, but long enough to make a few changes.

First thing was first: The shirt. She’d said she was getting that off, and what better time to keep the promise. She reached down, grasped it at the end, and worked it off Noriko’s body, getting it off with long, quick tugs, bit by bit. The oil made it a simple enough matter, and she was ready to throw it off to the side, glad to be rid of the obstruction.

And then an idea hit her. A much better idea.

Divine grabbed Noriko’s shoulder, wrapped her arms around it, and lifted up with a hard tug, flipping the colossus on her chest. With her back exposed, she worked quick and seized her wrists, wrapping them up tight with the shirt, tying them with as many knots as she could get with the garment. It wasn’t a perfect bond, but it would do, especially if she kept Noriko distracted. Which she had every intention of.

Pleased with her handiwork, she rolled Noriko on her back, stood up, and walked around the sumo’s body with a slow strut, flicking oil in her face every few steps as she waited for the titan to rise.

When Noriko's head finally slipped from between Devine's cheeks it fell on a cushioned coil of her ponytail before lulling. Cheeks flushed red, lips slightly larger, she looked far more peaceful without those steely looks of hers stabbing at the biker. Strands of black hair clung to her face, her ponytail splayed out along the mat, part of it tugged from the bang in her struggles. This was a view many likely would have dreamed of having and it was only Devine who was able to appreciate it fully.

The wet plop of Devine's backside was followed by the squelching of oil as it was pressed out of the folds of her soaked shirt and her cleavage beneath. The biker's weight settling down on top of her breasts, a more than ample throne to perch upon with all the right give. Her breathing was soft, more apparent from the rise and fall of where her opponent sat than through other observation. Her shirt lifted easily enough, though it clung to her body annoyingly. Each tug stretched the sloshing fabric, straining to get over the mountain that was her chest though when it did things came easier. Arms limply raised with the ref of her upper body the shirt was worked free, making her unconscious body flop back into the oil with a splash.

With a bit of effort the sleeping sumo was rolled over onto her front, showing no signs of waking as her cheek smooshed up against the mat. One arm then the other were collected behind her back as Devine saw to destaining her. Those powerful arms remained slack throughout as their strength was sealed away with her own shirt. The task done, Noriko was rolled back over onto, chest puffed up as her back arched on top of her tied arms. Had Devine wanted, she could have ended this at any time. The gen count required for this match had passed several times before the biker circled her prey.

The speckling of oil on her face didn't do much at first. Though with time, some movement behind her eyelids. They blinked themselves open, still lidded, drowsy. A soft groan as she let her face drift to the side, shoulders weakly shifting as she tried to move her arms to no avail. "What…?" She sounded so confused and tired, seemingly not even aware Devine was there at first. She struggled against the bindings, more life returning to her face until finally her eyes looked back to Devine. There was a quiet moment where she said nothing, just stared… then she kicked her feet hard, trying to push herself backwards away from her opponent, seemingly trying to sealed while awkwardly worm flopping on her bound arms and back.

Noriko may have been asleep, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still appealing to Divine. There was a peacefulness to watching her slumber, the closest thing she would ever have to an actual sleeping giant. All that power, all that strength laying there on the floor, still and unmoving. Enough power to rip crush her in anything resembling a real match. A body like this was more than most women could handle in Tension, more than even some of the stronger men. With every slow, labored breath she took, you could see the raw power she had to work with. This was a terror of a woman.

And she was Divine’s. All Divine’s.

She paced around her waking prey, watching as she came back to consciousness. It all happened about as she expected it would, with her waking up and coming to the slow realization that she was bound. For a confusing second, she wouldn’t know where she was or what was going on, but the memories would flood in soon enough. She’d remember the match, feel the oil, tug at the shirt, put everything together, notice Divine and then-

”Hey, there.” She smiled, long and devilish. ”Sleep well?”

Noriko retreated, slipping and sliding in the oil, and Divine chased after with long step, one foot crossing in front of the other as she closed in. When she was near enough, she rushed the rest of the distance and pounced, planting a palm in the midde of Noriko’s mighty chest to push her flat while she straddled the waist. She ground their hips together, got the contact she craved, but that was only a happy byproduct - what she wanted now was control. ”Easy, easy. You back away like that and I might start thinking you don’t want my company, leoa.” Her tone was sweet, playful, not too far off from the one her own mother had used to calm her down as a child, but she kept the sensual undercurrent to it all.

Despite her frantic efforts to flee, her method of escape was far from well executed. Her path swayed drastically from side to side with her flopping, giving her very little distance as Devine would be able to keep up with her at a leisurely pace without much effort at all. She struggled to the best of her ability but the coiled garment wrapping up her arms had been twisted into a more resilient form, she wouldn't be able to rip it even if she wanted to… and she very much wanted to.

When the Brazilian woman funky came for her, it had been humiliatingly easy. Those long legs cooking around her side, the other woman embarrassing shoving her palms into her chest to pin her down. She couldn't keep the breathless gasp from choking her up at the contact nor the flush of red in her cheeks as she stared up at the other woman with defiance still in her eyes despite the hopelessness of the situation. She didn't flail or kick, spit or curse… in fact she laid back without fighting it now, even though her body remained tense and guarded as  reflex more than a choice.

"Just what are you playing at? Is the match over?" Noriko glanced to the side, eyeing the referee who took a moment to realize the question had apparently been for her. They straightened, shaking their head no. The sumo looked back to Devine, looking for a more detailed explanation. All the while she twisted at her arms and rolled her wrists, trying to work her limbs free from the shirt as subtly as possible. "What is it you are after? You could already have won. Why prolong this?"

Divine put a little skip into her step when it was apparent that her prey wasn’t going anywhere, getting a little more splash on Noriko as she moved. It was cute to see her work along the floor like that, crawling about, struggling to get up. Even now, even like this, she was still dangerous and could’ve proved to be a problem - if she got up and properly used those two legs of hers. If they got around her waist, clamped down, with all the strength they had to offer, she would be squealing in a few seconds.

But that wouldn’t be happening, would it? Pity.

She settled onto Noriko’s body, easing into it and making her rump comfortable. She was a great seat, if nothing else, and Divine could’ve sat on her for hours without growing tired of it. She did hope they would be doing more than that, though.

The question was an interesting one, if a little silly, and Divine’s curious stare showed as much. She truly felt it was self-explanatory, but fine, if she wanted some elucidation…

”I want you.”

The simplest way she could’ve answered that question, but the truest one. Divine didn’t even look at her straight on as spoke, more concerned with where her hands were going, what she was touching and caressing. She ran her hands over those broad shoulders and worked her knuckles along the muscles. ”And I haven’t pinned you because that wouldn’t be fun. I wrestle for fun, especially when it’s in oil. What do you wrestle for?”

"Well… you can't have me." Noriko said authoritatively as if she had bat Devine on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. It didn't help that she was bound, straddled and being sat on top of though to dull some of the impact of her words as she wriggled beneath Devine. While the hard struggling had ceased for the time being, the defiance was still burning in her silver eyes once the base had begun to clear though it was in direct conflict with the heated blush burning on her cheeks at the biker's roaming touch. When she took notice that her opponent wasn't paying her much attention, or at least not looking her in the eye when they conversed, she kicked her legs a bit to get footing, giving a hard buck to get the other woman's attempting to give her an "eyes up here" look with a furrowed brow.

"For fun and competition… to better myself. To show the world sumo… not… whatever this is. Why oil? You can't stand it move… it's…" She couldn't form the words, letting out a frustrated huff, twisting her body as she gave the coiled shirt around her arms a few more hard yanks, her shoulder trusting up with each attempt without any real subtly. She kicked out her legs, letting them fall back into the oil with a splash as if to further demonstrate her point. Some of her composure broke, grasping at anything she could to regain some measure of command over this hopeless situation. "If this was a straight fight, I could have take you."

Divine moved in tandem with Noriko, staying on top of her wriggling body with ease. Even with the oil, she had a great sense of balance, and had little trouble keep the woman beneath her. It was only a matter of anticipating her movements and moving her body in the right manner to counter, meeting each of her thrashings with the appropriate level of force to maintain her position.

She had this. She had control.

”A straight fight?” She couldn’t hold back her chuckle at the choice of words, but it passed. ”If you mean a standard match, then yes, you would beat me. And I could probably beat you in a Chess match. And you would beat me at arm wrestling. And I would beat you in a dance-off. I’m sure there’s all sorts of things we do better than each other, but we’re not doing those things, we’re oil wrestling, sooooooooooo…” She waved her hand about and shrugged. ”I guess I don’t see your point. You’re making excuses. Weak excuses.”

Divine sat up, crossed her leg, and sat on Noriko like she was the Buddha on a mountaintop. Keeping her down, but not exuding an threat. For now. ”Tell me,” She leaned forward and placed her chin into her palm. ”What’s wrong with wrestling in oil? Exactly?”