Ichika vs Origa (Last Woman Standing Hentai)

Ichika's head was spinning from the sheer strength of Origa as she planted her hand into the water while her arm rested and kept her body up, trying her best to stabilize her head. But only time would assist her in that and there was very little time she had for herself with Origa ruthless pace continued to pressure her. She flopped once the weight of her opponent sat right onto her back, growling out in pain as she crashed front first into the water with another splash.

Weakened and winded, Ichika's arms were taken easily as they were looped over the thick thighs of her opponent, hands slipping around her chin and started to pull back for a painful camel clutch! "Nnnnnnnnnnnngh!" Ichika groaned out, her chest thrust out with her large assets hanging just above water level as her back and neck were being wrenched back by the powerful giantess!

Like a ragdoll, the usually stoic Ichika was being tossed around by the caramel amazons strength. Origa wouldn’t give her any time to rest however, the amazon wanted to drain her opponent enough so that when things eventually got lewd she would be on an even playing field. So without giving Ichika any time to rest, Origa sat on the small of her back and wrenched her up in an agonizing camel clutch.

And for the moment that’s all Origa did. She would even pull and release in separate intervals so Ichika couldn’t get used to it. The amazon didn’t know how much damage she was doing to her smaller opponent but from the way Ichika groaned, it was doing something. But Origa knew she couldn’t keep this up forever, submission wasn’t the name of the game so eventually Origa released ichikas arms and allowed her to fall face first into the water. She would allow her to rest for a moment while origa thought of what to do next.

With the cold water around her body as she tried to push herself up, Ichika couldn't make it far with her equilibrium out of control as she could only manage to push herself up on her hands before the weight of Origa came crashing down on her. "Nnnnnngh!" Ichika growled out again as the impact caused water to splash around them and bringing Ichika back chest first into the water. Breathing was difficult again with all of the weight of Origa on her back and squishing her into the water as the hands gripped around her chin and started to pull it back for a painful bend.

Ichika's teeth was gritting tightly together as the pain may not have been crippling but it was a constant strain as Origa kept a tight rhythm of pulling back and easing up before doing it all again, stretching out Ichika's back as her breasts was thrust out and for all to see. Her arms were slung over the legs of Origa, preventing them from being of use as she was forced to endure the punishment until Origa felt fit to release her.

Soon she was dropped back into the water, being dunked face first into the water as Ichika quickly pulled her face out of the water, coughing and spitting out the water that had forced its way into her mouth. Sputtering a spurt of water, her hair was soaked and draping over her face, blinding her with the wet locks as she quickly flung her hair out of her face, resting as much as she could to try and recuperate!

It was clear as day who the audience was betting on the one to win as Origa stretched Ichika out like she was a piece of taffy. The caramel amazon would pull and release on Ichika’s chin in rhythmic intervals, never giving the pale woman a chance to get used to the pain or to think of a way free. Origa kept the hold locked in for as long as she could and if this was a submissions match she probably would have done so until Ichika gave up.

But that wasn’t the case and Origa felt that she needed to transition into something more. So finally after what must’ve seemed like an eternity for her opponent, Origa released her from her hold and allowed her to drop face first into the water. While Ichika coughed and sputtered, trying to regain her barings. Origa stood up to her full height and grabbed the blue haired woman up by the back of her bikini top.

Origa would keep the pressure on and pull her opponent back up to her feet. Once she was standing the amazon would grab her by her waist and twist the woman upside down and her belly was on the giant’s right shoulder. If all went well, then Origa would back up a couple of steps before suddenly running forward and dropping down in a powerslam! The force would splash the water around them like a cannon ball and even drenched those that were watching from the front row!

Ichika was a play thing against the larger woman who used her bodily advantage to force her will over the smaller Ichika as she was trapped underneath the heavier woman, pulling back on her chin to stretch her body out in the camel clutch before slamming her right back down into the water. Coughing and gasping for air, spurting out the water that had raced into her mouth. Her vision was obscured by her own hair as she moved her hand up to wipe her back slicking it back and out of her face.

Still trying to catch her breath, Origa was not keen on letting her have such an easy time as she stood over her, the colossal shadow looming over her as she reached down and grabbed her by the back of her top, pulling her up and out of the water. Stretching the fabric as it pressed into her breasts and pulled against her chest, compressing her impressive set in as she was pulled up to her feet in a staggering motion.

But she wasn't standing for long as Origa wrapped her arms around her waist and using her physical strength to flip her up and over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she was left balancing on Orgia's shoulder. She kicked her legs about to try and force her giantess opponent off balance. But she wasn't able to generate any sort of meaningful movement to throw Origa off balance. She had too much strength and too much control over her own body for Ichika to even influence Origa's body as Origa swung herself forward, driving down Ichika back into the water for a tremendous splash!

Like a massive cannonball, water cratered and splashed up and out of the ring. Soaking both the audience and the two women in the ring in cold water. The pool might have lessened the impact of that powerslam, Origa felt. But she couldn’t deny that she may have stunned her opponent longer depending on how much water she took in from the impact or how her soaked hair covered her eyes.

Origa herself needed to take a moment to move her own soaking hair out of her face so she could see properly. But soon enough she was back to it as she grabbed Ichika by her hair and dragged her back to her feet to continue the match. Moving back to the center of the ring Origa thought of her next move, she felt that Ichika was drained enough for her to go for her finisher and pin her but there in lied the problem.

Much to her detriment, Origa couldn’t win normally and so would have to resort to much lewder tactics. Tactics that the amazon was not very....well versed in, but she had to do it. So after moving back into the center of the ring, Origa would tie her body up with Ichikas and tangle her into an abdominal stretch. While the stretching of her core was definitely a reason for this move, the main one was for something else entirely. Swallowing thickly and pushing down her embarrassment, Origa’s free hand would move down to Ichikas supple breasts and begin to squeeze and grope them in soft slow circles.

Laying in the water, drenched in it after being slammed down in a brutal fashion, the water could only mitigate so much force as Ichika had the wind knocked out of her. Her hair drifted in the water as she groaned, trying to get her wits about her again as Origa rose up again to cast her shadow over her. Before Ichika could attempt to rise up, her back and body feeling the hurt from being driven into the pool with the heavy loaded body of Origa crashing down on it, Origa grabbed a hold of her soaking hair to pull her out of the water again as she was dragged to the center of the pool, forced to stand in the middle of it as the giantess' body wrapped around her.

Her thick leg wrapped up around her waist and locked against the inner of her thigh, arm wrapping underneath her arm pit and twisting her outward before locking behind her head to slap on an abdominal stretch on her. Her face twisted in pain as her stomach muscles were forced to contort and stretch but that wasn't it for Ichika. Origa's wet hand would reach down and grab onto her breast, squishing it and slowly rubbing it as Ichika was forced to moan out. She tried to hide it in form of a growl as her clenched eyes slowly open, trying to look back at Origa. "Fu...fucking slut..." she growled out, reaching up to grab on Origa's wrist, trying to worm her way out of the hold.

Not giving Ichika any time to rest even after power slamming her into the cold water below, Origa wasted little time in pulling her opponent back up to her feet. Dragging the dazed woman back to the center of the ring, Origa quickly began to tangle her long caramel limbs with her opponents until Ichika was fully trapped in a crushing abdominal stretch. Twisting and pulling at the woman’s core, Origa hoped to drain everything Ichika had from her body while also using this opportunity to get ahead in the “real” reason of the match.

After a few twists and pulls to keep the pressure on, one of Origa’s hands eventually began to drift down to Ichikas voluptuous chest. Grabbing on the amazon gave her opponents breast a teasing grope before fully committing to the act and starting to tease Ichikas chest in slow circles. The amazons inexperience was clearly shown as she moved in a way that showed she didn’t fully grasp what she was doing, but from Ichikas reaction as the pale woman moaned. It at least had a decent affect.

“Tch. Look who’s talking.” Origa replied to Ichikas insult, squeezing on her breast tighter as a small punishment. The woman in her grasp began to try and struggle free but Origa wasn’t going to let her go that easily as she kept her pleasuring motions going. Though the more Ichika began to struggle, the more her ass rubbed against the amazons lap and crotch. Right now it was nothing more than a nuisance, but if it continued it could turn into a distraction.

Ichika was in a bad spot with Origa maintaining control over her with the strong clutch, continuing to stretch her back out in numerous of ways. Twisting and turning to accommodate the pressure that Origa was exerting on her with the abdominal stretch, her core was burning from being contorted while her arm and neck were being wrung by the giantess' arm and her tit being fondled freely with nothing to protect them.

She bit her lower lip to try and hold back her moans from how her tit was being fondled in circles by the strong hand. She gritted her teeth, she knew she was in a bad position and she hated it. But Ichika was more stubborn than she let on, refusing to give up to her opponent in a battle of womanly pride. As she was struggling to free herself, she couldn't help but feel Origa's groin press up against her butt.

Knowing that she couldn't match Origa in terms of raw strength, Ichika fought back the only way she knew how to. By turning on the Giantess as she began to swivel her hips, grinding her butt harder into her groin to distract and weaken Origa's hold on her!

Origa had been dominating the course of the match since its beginning, and she had no intention of letting up. More and more she pulled on Ichika’s core, twisting her stretch and ensuring that her opponent had no reprieve from the pain. Then there was the fondling of Ichikas breasts, mixing pleasure with the pain and allowing Origa to start with the second, more intimate part of the match.

But it was here that the amazon ran into a bit of a snag. The giant was unused to giving pleasure to another and quite frankly, didn’t know what she was doing. She knew that she was giving Ichika pleasure but the amazon was lost on where to go from there, the blush on her face only grew as she thought more about it. If this were a regular match this wouldn’t be so hard, but of course she had to be the one that took part in the hentai match.

It didn’t help that Ichika’s struggling had her read constantly grinding against the amazons crotch. Origa had to bite her lip slightly so as to muffle her moans but as time went on it became more apparent that the grinding was intentional. “Haaa. S-stop that! She shouted, giving another squeeze on Ichika’s breast. She could feel her body beginning to heat up as unknowingly to her, her hold began to loosen.