[Hardstyle Hentai POW Match] Lunara Ashmore vs Everly James (D) - No Fake Love Today, Only Sex

Match type: hardstyle hentai POW
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout after the opponent's orgasm
Special conditions: hardcore rules are applied; sex toys spread across the mat and under the ring; the loser becomes the slave of the winner for a while

Ecstasy. Nirvana. Exultation. All were sensations that lay just outside her locker-room, just outside those curtains amongst a sea of fans and in the middle of a ring. True jubilation had always been denied from her by the boundaries of laws, etiquette, and societal norms. The world wasn't a place welcoming to people like her, people who wanted to indulge themselves and feed the carnal hunger that existed within. But not here. Here, Everly was free from such restrictions, free to pursue the sensual serenities her opponent's body was bound to offer her. For in her mind, that was exactly what her opponent was, nothing but a body, a corporeal manifestation that she would soon be free to play and toy with - not under the scrutiny of society, but rather with the overwhelming approval of a crowd.

Whether her foe would put up significant resistance, or flounder acquiescently under the thrill of imminent pleasure and pain, made no difference to what would be occurring tonight. Tonight, Everly would be living her dreams, living the paradise that only the squared ring of AFW could provide. If there was a heaven, she was sure she was at it's doorstep. The thought immediately aroused her, and she shot up from her seated position in her locker room and began to pace, eager to relieve the sexual inertia that was building up inside of her.

Having just arrived in Japan not too long ago, Everly had no one to confide in pre-match. She was alone in her room, the task of mentally preparing for the match placed squarely on her shoulders. That was the way she liked it anyways, managers and administrators only got in the way. She doubt many would have agreed to signing her up to this kind of match as her debut. Not that it mattered, Everly was largely a solitary being anyways. Few shared her views on life, sex and happiness, and even fewer were able to withstand her uniquely hyperactive persona without themselves becomes inexplicably exhausted or disturbed. Her opponent tonight appeared to be the exception however, a possibility that deeply intrigued Everly.

Alone in her locker room, she flipped through previous AFW matches featuring the girl, studying her soon-to-be opponent in excruciating detail. The two weren't that much different, their views on in-ring sexual prowess being a tool of fighting as opposed to love being perhaps the most striking similarity. Whether it was all a spectacle, a well designed front, or actual insight in the mind of her foe, well the answer lay just outside this room. And as if on que, her entrance music began to blare otuside, signaling that it was her turn to face the crowd and her opponent in an exuberant display of immodestly and lust.

Attire:

Everly bounced on her toes and shook her arms at her side, loosening herself up before throwing away the curtains and embracing the glare of the spotlight and the roar of the crowd. The size was considerable given that this was a match involving an unknown rookie , but the promise of a lust filled, violent clash between two sex crazed women was probably more than enticing enough to draw on quite the spectacle. She proceeded to walk towards the ring, quickly at first - eager to begin the onslaught, but then decided to slow down and bask in the fervor of the crowd for a moment. She extended an arm out to each side of her, high-fiving the outreached hands of onlookers eager to get a close-up glimpse of the rookie. Never has she receiving such appreciation before. She was always used to being scolded and reprimanded for engaging in "malicious" or "unsightly" acts, but here she was being worshipped for it!

She could get used to this.

Her outfit was rather plain, but this was by design. Given the nature of the match, it was practically a guarantee that the two would end up barely clothed not far into the bout, so no use barricading oneself behind layers of fashion that would end up being torn apart. Instead, she decided to sport a simple sweater on top, baggy perhaps but loose enough to provide the dexterity that was necessary in match like this. Besides, she wanted to keep the real prize, her opulent breasts, slightly hidden from the crowd until the time was right, not to mention that the outfit made her look cute and innocent - an assumption that was sure to change once the fighting started. Lucky viewers seated above caught a lucky glimpse as she walked by, as she chose not to wear a bra or any covering underneath the sweater. Her bottom half was even more bare, consisting only of her yellow panties, something that would provide no real challenge to her opponent, but then again it wasn't meant to be. Her legs were completely bare, as were her feet, so that may use all her digits if she is to pleasure this girl to the extreme like she planned. She gave a few more highfives as she neared the end of where the audience was seated, turning back one last time before giving a few cute waves and holding up her right hand up in the letter V - a sign of the Victory that she was sure she would enshrine tonight.

Satisfied with her crowdwork, Everly turned back once more and approached the ring. She placed her barefeet up the cold metal steps, before swinging them over between the ropes and placing herself inside the ring. The sight of scattered toys and joy-things immediately made her giddy and excited, causing the teen-girl to lick her lips at the pleasure she was about to extract from her opponent. She marched towards the middle of the ring, toys scattered around her feet, and eyed her opponent from head to toe. Everly couldn't lie, her opponent was extremely attractive. While Everly usually payed little attention to looks (a body was a body, so long as you could fuck'em, they were all the same to her), she couldn't deny that her attractiveness would definitely make the experience all the more enjoyable.

"So you're from New York huh? I'm from Cali myself...never had New York pussy before... hope it's not as disgusting as that shithole-ridden city" Everly taunted, staring daggers into her opponents.

She continued to eye her opponent, her gazed draping along her curves and shapely form.

"From the looks of you though... I think I'm going to have a really fun time. For you though... well lets just say that it'll be far from pleasurable" Everly continued her threats, making sure to point towards the girls bugling breasts and voluptuous ass as a signal of the events that were about to take place. She continued to glare at her opponent, mentally undressing her and visualizing the savage fucking that was about to ensue. Still occupying the center of the ring, Everly stood defiantly proud and confident, eager to hear her opponent retort and proceed with the fucking of a lifetime.

Everly watched carefully at her opponent's reaction to her daring speech. She had spoken loudly and boldly, enough for nearby audience members to hear and relish a the sound of her simultaneously daunting yet sweet voice. Her opponent seemed equally impressed, shaking her head in amusement at the distinct words she had just uttered. In Everly's mind, they were far from threats, they were guarantees, assurances of the feeble state Lunara would be left in after the events of tonight. Everly had fought and fucked her way to the top before, her sadistic bullying of others in high school and her rise in the underground circuit before this was evidence of that. Why would things change now?

She watched as her opponent bent down and unzipped her boots, apparently taking inspiration from Everly that this match would be better fought without the hindrance of footwear. She stared intensely at the feet of her opponent, her personal fetish already beginning to take hold. She would have her fun soon enough.

Everly stared at the spectacle that was her opponent, continuing to glare at her as she gracefully made her way to the center of the ring. The way she elegantly swayed her hips, tactfully took her steps, and eagerly stared back a Everly... somehow her opponent had managed to convey an equal sense of confidence and swagger without even uttering a word. This women was different from the countless others Everly had faced before. Everly was used to facing prey, people who often put up a fake persona of strength only for it all to come crumbling own once she got her hands on them. But Lunara's stride radiated with pure confidence, hinting to Everly that her opponent tonight was one that wouldn't crack so easily.

She was good at sniffing out these things, sensing out and evaluating her opponents with just a few seconds of analysis. People often gave away subtle hints about themselves through so many variables, from eyesight, to swagger, to the way they talked. So far, Lunara had conveyed a predatory mindset in all these aspects, a challenge Everly had yet to face.

Not that it made her scared of course. Oh no, quite the opposite. Her heart pumped rapidly, her veins began to pulse. She felt alive, she felt instinctual. Few had ever made her feel this way, and she was excited to see if her opponent would make it last.

Lunara had made her way to within a few centimeters of Everly by this point, her mouth slightly agape and allowing for a warm yet slight breath to pass through her glossed lips and brush along the smooth features of Everly's face. Up close, the girl was even more intoxicating. She wasn't that much older than Everly, and the age gap wouldn't make any difference to their ability to perform to their sexual and physical max. They were both young and lustfull, and that was all that mattered.  She listened intently as Lunara uttered her retort, the thought of which made her chuckle. No one in her life had ever brought her to the brink of significant physical pain or agony, so the notion that she would be the one releasing noises of anguish was unlikely. Sure her opponent was more experienced in AFW combat, but soon enough, none of that would matter.

The girl continued to fascinate and tantalize her. There was nothing more that she wanted to do right now other than to punch this girl right in the face, and fuck her downed form. All of that was just a bell's ring away. Her gaze was quickly interrupted by the sight of the intruding referee, who separated the two in preparation for the match. Here it was, all of her fantasies and dreams were about to come true. Tonight, she will conquer. Her opponent seemed to have the same thought in mind, alluding their battle that that of a hunt. Oh this would be a hunt alright, but Everly sure wouldn't be the prey. She clenched her fists at her side and slightly turned her body, refusing to imitate the defensive posture her opponent had opted for.

Ding-Ding-Ding! The bell had rung, her moment was now. Her opponent had her arms raised in a defensive stance, clearly anticipating a strike to the chest or face. Everly wouldn't oblige of course, instead deciding to capitalize on her opponents exposed lower section. She place her right leg back before bringing it up and swinging it with impressive speed, attempting a powerful side kick aimed at Lunara's inner knee to start of the match! Her MMA insinct was already kicking in - if she could knock this girl down with that powerful kick, the pink-haired teen would then attempt to immediately mount her opponent.

Everly's kick was wild and without hesitation, the thundering noise of an excited audience served as an orchestra to the first strike of the match. Her leg went flying through the air, intent on bring the top of her foot to within direct contact of the blonde's knee. Such a move would be destabilizing at worst, and would stagger even the most adept of fighters. Unfortunately for Everly, her opponent reacted a little too quickly, brining up her leg and so that she instead struck the calf muscle of her opponent as opposed to her desired target. Classic Muay-Thai block she mentally noted to herself. It was common for kickboxers to absorb heavy kicks by blocking with muscle heavy regions of the leg, and it appear that was exactly what her opponent had done.

Her foot made contact nonetheless, pounding into the calf of her opponent. While not as damaging as she had intended, the strike would at the very least be a stinging one, and not something her opponent could employ multiple times. She retracted her leg after the strike, intent on winding it back once more and proceeding with a follow up strike to the same region. Repeated strikes to the leg would eventually bring her down - even if she were to block with her calf muscle again, there was only so much she could take. Her arms were still in a lowered stance, and she placed her right leg behind her once more ready to wind them up for another powerful kick.

Her leg had only just lowered when all of a sudden she felt a painful jab right at her chin. She seemed so intent on dominating on the offensive, she seemed to have neglected assessing her opponent for any signs of a counterattack.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw having been rattled from the blow, and relaxed the leg she was going to use to strike. She eyed her opponent once more, only to see yet another incoming fist aimed directly at her cheek. Still stunned from the jaw strike and left with not enough time to evade the move, Everly braced for impact as Lunara's right fist came crashing into her left. She winced at the impact, staggering back a few steps from the blow.

Fuck... this girl is fast.

Everly was used to facing hard hitters and fast strikers in the underground circuit, but these strikes were different, they were more tactful and precise. Her opponent seemed more than adept in the ways of muay-thai and combination strikes, as evident from the stances and attacks she had put up so far. The blow she had just suffered had managed to knock her back a few steps, giving her just enough time to notice her opponent attempting yet another follow up attack. Her face was beginning to sting and she hadn't managed to fully recover her posture, but she managed to firmly plant her feet just as her opponent came in for a middle kick on her right side.

Such kicks often relied on prolonged exposure after the strike, something that Evelry would be sure to take advantage. She raised her hands up, hoping to give the impression that she was anticipating a strike towards her head, knowing full well that the trajectory of Lunara's kick would come straight down onto her side. It meant that she wouldn't be able to effectively block the attack and would have to face it in full force, but at least her arms would be in the right position for what she was about to attempt next. She tightened her ab muscles in anticipation for the attack, hoping to soften what would probably be yet another hard blow.

"UAGH!" she let out an audible grunt as her opponent's foot made contact with her midsection. It was harder than she expected, but she was able to bite through the pain. She mustered her strength and mobilized a quick recovery, attempting to clamp onto her opponents foot immediately after the kick made impact. She brought her right arm down and attempted to trap Lunara's foot in-between her elbow and right mid-section. If that worked, Everly would bring her left arm over and grasp the foot with both hands before applying a standing ankle lock on her opponent, twisting with as much force as she could muster to bring her opponent down. She knew by now that a fight standing up probably wouldn't fare well against a skilled-muay thai fighter, so Everly was intent on her bringing her opponent down if she wanted to fare any chance of mounting a successful counterattack.

Adrenaline was slowly sweeping through the pink-haired girl's veins, her body having now just reacted to the thrill of combat. Her face still stung from the couple of strikes she had sustained, not to mention the ferocious kick to her midsection, but her preemptive tightening of her muscles and her mental anticipation of the attack meant that the blow didn't provide any overwhelming damage. Quite the contrary, it had provided for an effective means of counterattack. She had managed to catch the foot of her opponent mid-kick, keeping it snug and trapped between her arm and her body. She glanced up at her opponent, a visible expression of confusion draped across the face of the sexy blonde.

Everly smiled, knowing that by putting her arms up, her decoy had worked into baiting her opponent into proceeding with the strike. Now it was just a matter of delivering, and oh boy did Everly deliver. She twisted with all her might, flipping the so-called "Jaguarundi" 180 degrees and flat onto the mat. She tightened her hold and kept up the pressure on the blonde's ankle, hoping to deliver as much damage early on as she could. Her opponent seemed to be heavily affected by the move, letting out an audible scream as she cried out in pain from the excruciating hold.

"Looks, like I'm the one enjoying your screams, isn't that right... huntress" Everly taunted, hoping to invoke the irony of the situation given that Lunara had previously threatened to extract screams from the young pinkette instead. She watched with continued interest as her opponent repositioned herself, placing herself flat on the mat before lifting herself slightly up. Stupid girl, that will only make the pain worse Every muttered to herself. Not that it mattered, if the dumb blonde wanted to make the experience even more painful for herself, who was she to object?

Everly knew that a foot placed in such a compromising situation as this wouldn't be looking so good if the hold was prolonged for too long. This fact would have no bearing on Everly of course, who was perfectly content with shattering this girls ankle if it meant that it would immobilize her enough for Everly to sweep in and continue the assault in a brutal manner. Given the parameters of the match, and the hardcore context that surrounded it, she doubted that their would be much objection to such a brutal attack.

The blond continued to squirm on the mat, a sight that was of pure delight to Everly. She watched as she was provided a near perfect angle of Lunara's plump ass, and covered sex, the sight of which immediately gave Everly ideas. She slowly began to transition from her hold, deciding to release one hand off the ankle lock (still using the other to maintain the hold), and guide that hand towards her exposed panties, excited at the prospects of combining the painful ankle lock with an intense fingering. The maneuver was quickly interrupted however, as Everly had compromised her strong hold on the blonde's ankle and had made her susceptible to the girl bending in her trapped leg, jerking the pink-haired teen closer to her down opponent.

Slightly annoyed, Everly mistook the action as continued wailing around in pain, ignoring it and instead deciding to once again resume her plan for fingering the sexy blond. She outstretched her hand once more, only a few inches from reaching the girl's panties when a blow with devastating force came flying at Everly and striking her square in the chest! She gasped in pain and immediately let go of the hold, staggering back several steps but still remaining on her feet. She watched as her opponent retracted the foot she had used to strike the pinkette, Everly too winded herself to let out an insulting remark or attempt a follow up attack while she still could.

Everly was surprised at the effectiveness at the strike, perhaps even a little impressed. Few could mount such a precise attack while at the same time being in so much pain. Perhaps she shouldn't treat this opponent like the countless other weaklings she was used to pounding around.

Still clutching her chest in pain, Everly looked to make use of what time she had before her opponent could get on her feet. She could probably approach her and unleash a few stomps on her down formed, but she was much too winded to provide a powerful enough force. Alternatively she could look to provide herself some distance to recover, but this would invariably provide her opponent an opportunity to recuperate herself, an option Everly was not intent on providing. She scanned the ring for further options, smirking at the plethora of choices that presented themselves before her.

She bent down slowly and pick up a strapon with an affixed bright pink dildo that lay not too far from her feet. She began affixed the strapon on to her waist, wheezing as she slowly began to recover her breath. The length was an impressive 9 inches, a powerful sexual weapon that was sure to provide immense arousal in the hands of someone as sensually gifted as Everly -  a talent that she was about to put to great use. Toy firmly in place, Everly gave it a quick slap, giggling as the toy bounced up and down.

"Wow... that actually kinda hurt!" Everly retorted sarcastically, having recovered enough breath to continue her taunts and face her opponent once more. "But not as much as this fucking is gonna!" Everly bellowed outload, approaching the blond with the toy primed and ready around her waist, hoping to get to the girl before she had a chance to get back onto her feet.

The smile on Everly's face widened as she approached her opponent who still lay vulnerable on the mat. This wannabe be huntress was nothing but prey right now, and Everly was going to fuck her up like one. She was far from a merciful fighter, showing little regard as to whether an opponent displayed fear or strength, cowardice or determination. Nothing could stop her from delivering  sex and violence in the most brutal of matters, least of all a downed opponent. If anything, that just made her objective clearer, and the process of fucking them all the more enjoyable.

Sure there was always the possibility that perhaps she was entering the sexual portion of this match a little to prematurely, but why would she pass down an opportunity like this? With toys scattered all around available for her use at her pleasure, not to mention the convenience of a downed opponent who had just nearly had her foot torn off, all the cards were in place for her to engage in a little "fun time" early on in the match. Besides, she cold always proceed with subsequent beatings after she delivered that fucking she promised.

She was moments away from the blond now, still contemplating how she can best put to use the rubber dick that swung limply from her waist. She had promised to make sure that her fucking was going to provide more pain than it was pleasure, a promise Everly was fully intent on fulfilling. But how best to deliver? Perhaps I should just go straight for the pussy? Ooohh maybe I can start the match off with a rough ass fucking? possibilities raced through her mind, the excitement of an early orgasmic victory already sending shivers down her inner thighs.

But it would all come crashing down, and in quite the literal sense as well. She was only a step away from Lunara, having decided to go with the latter option for her sexual contest, when all of a sudden she felt her feet intertwine with her opponents. One foot was placed directly in front of her ankle, with another wrapping around her calf muscle and pulling her forward, causing her to trip in an unsuspecting fashion.

"UAAH!" she let out a cry of distress as she came tumbling down, her arms instantly spread out in front of her and bracing to absorb the impact of the impending collision on the mat. Unfortunately, she wouldn't need much use of them, as she instead found her neck smacking right into the top rope, her throat having been the direct point of contact. She had failed to prepare her self adequately for the fall, resulting in much of her body flailing around upon impact. Her throat hit first, striking the tope rope and completely knocking the wind out of her, before her head draped down and came to a rest in between the middle ropes.

She tried to catch herself with her arms, barely succeeded as she managed to loop her right arms so that the crease of her inner elbow was left clinging to the top rope. The rest of her body soon followed, with her lower half have smacked into the mat and draped up against the rest of the rope, having been held up by the entangled position her arm and neck were in. "Shit! Shit! SHIT!" she mentally swore to herself, her throat still too winded to to actually vocalize her resentment outload. Few realized just how vulnerable the human neck was, and the speed at which Everly came crashing down throat first into the ropes left her gasping for air.

There was no question Everly was vulnerable right now, with her head sticking out of the ring, held up by her neck which rested on the middle rope, and that her arm still dangled limply as it clinged onto the top rope, it was going to take time to untangle herself from this mess - a luxury she unfortunately did not have the pleasure of. Perhaps even more distressing to her was her naivety, a characteristic she was not proud of having dragged into the match. She was so focused on getting in a quick fuck on the stupid blond that she had stupidly forgone the necessary beatdown that was required beforehand.

She wanted to make this girl pay, to make her suffer and moan in agony. She would get the chance to fuck her silly soon enough, she knew that with every fiber in her being, but there was no question that a fair bit of fighting was going to have to take place first. The force of the impact onto the mat was so strong that her strapon had actually managed to come loose, and the belt that was secured to her waist slipped and was now draped along her ankles, only providing a further element of entanglement to the already troubling array of ropes Everly found herself intertwined with. No matter, the strapon had been a premature decision anyways, she would return to it when the time was right.

For now, she had to get out of this situation before any follow up damage could be done. She began to stir, wiggling around between the ropes in a desperate attempt to free herself before her opponent approached and delivered some serious damage, an outcome that was beginning to look very likely.