Princess Daisy Petals vs. Blair Dame - La Princesse et la Reine

Blair was sweating.

You would be hard pressed to notice it at this point, as it was only a fine sheen against her leg, the smallest glint in the bright arena lights. But she couldn’t ignore the perspiration herself, especially with the tight outfit pressing against her skin. It wasn’t the first time she had sweated in a match, obviously, but she couldn't recall ever being pushed to such a point this early in a match. A worrying little factoid.

But an irrelevant one, at the moment. Daisy was a capable opponent, but Blair had brought her low, and it was time she enjoyed the fruits of her labors. ”Deep breaths, dear.”

Her choice of the somersault leg drop hadn’t been an arbitrary one. The move ended with her in a prime position on top of her foe. Eager to take the first point of the match, Blair swung her leg over Daisy’s head and pressed her knees down on her arms, pinning her to the mat. She didn’t scoot forward just yet, however - she wanted the moment to sink in, to see the look on her opponent’s face, to truly savor the moment. All of it.

Perfect.

Without another word, Blair threw her body forward and engulfed Daisy’s face with her womanhood, letting her ass slide over the Princess’ features in a full front forward facesit. She made sure not to cover her entire face, though, leaving her just enough room to peek out and look up at her better.

Daisy could only do what her opponent had teasingly recommended, take deep breathes. However, this was challenging to do with this woman standing on top of her. Fortunately or rather unfortunately, Blair would reposition herself soon enough. Daisy let out a grunt, as her arms were strategically pinned under her foe's knees. The monarch was expecting a forward facesit, but it didn't come right away. Instead, Blair simply and quite literally looked down on her, savoring the moment.

"What are ya-Mmmmph!" The royal muffled, after her adversary suddenly scooted forward, smothering Daisy thoroughly. Due to Blair's desire to have the floored girl look up at her, the monarch's eyes were spared at least. But one couldn't breathe through one's eyes, and all Daisy could do was narrow them in a defiant look. "Nggmm! Mmmgh!"

However, even with her arms pinned down, the princess was not totally out of options. With a grunt, she fired her hips upwards and sent one of her legs back. She was attempting to escape the smother, by knocking Blair in the back of the head with a well placed kick!

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

It had been too long since Blair had a face to sit on. True, she could’ve found willing participants with ease - it seemed like she got an email or a DM with that request at least once a day, and often several times. Some fans wanted to meet her somewhere and pay her to use their face as furniture, and she wouldn’t lie - some small part of her was tempting to take them up on it. But no, she could never bring herself to such an easy sit - she was a predator, at the end of the day. She had to work for her kills. She had to hunt. There was nothing so satisfying as sitting down on an opponent in the middle of a match, of conquering her beneath her superior ass. True domination.

That was part of the reason why she hissed so hard when Daisy foot collided with her skull from the back, knocking her forward and unseating her, robbing her of that heavenly sensation. It didn’t hurt all that much, a momentary stun, but she was lioness with her meal suddenly stolen. A rare, terrible thing to face.

Not wanting to let her foe have much room to breathe, Dame Blair was quick to roll back to her feet, only taking a moment to rub the back of her head as she stood. Seeing her opening, she rushed forward at full tilt, closing in as her opponent started to get up, leaped forward and turned her body all the way she was flew, looking to slam her rear into Daisy’s face with a hip attack and smashed her skull into the turnbuckle.

When it came to facesitting, Daisy most definitely preferred to be the one on top. She enjoyed doing the smothering, not being smothered herself. But here she was, stuck under a frontal facesit, another woman's womanhood being rubbed down on her facial features. But Ms. Petals wouldn't be tolerating this position for much longer. After all, she needed to get Blair underneath her own big buns at some point.  So thankfully, Daisy's kick met its mark, striking the blue-haired woman right off of her!

But the princess was not out of the woods just yet. She had just been smothered, and needed at least a few vital moments to recover. So she wasn't back on her feet immediately, meanwhile Blair was recovering from being kicked, at a faster rate than Daisy. So as the princess was beginning to rise up, Blair was quickly attacking again.

"Huh? UGGGH!" The monarch cried out, as Blair nailed her in the face, with a leaping hip attack! Daisy didn't know Blair was skilled at using her backside not just to smother, but to strike as well! Of course Daisy was the same and respected the tactic, which made her more determined to best Blair and prove her superiority. But for now, she had been sent staggering towards the ring's corner, smacking the back of her head on the turnbuckle. After a grunt, Daisy fell into a seated position in the corner. Much to her dismay, she realized she was in prime stinkface position, but she was still too dazed to escape. "Ugggh. I'll get you." Daisy groaned.

Now, what was this? The elevated palpation of her heart, the blood rushing, the light sheen appearing on her skin? A woman with Blair Dame’s build was no stranger to a little sweat, of course, but she had to concede, she couldn't remember the last time she was worked up this much so early into a match. As much as she wanted to write Daisy off as an upstart - and would continue to do so out loud - she couldn't deny the challenge this younger woman was posing. She wasn’t a threat to be ignored, she was a challenge to deal with.

But Blair would deal with it. Her current position was proof positive of that, and it was a position she intended to relish. As she came down off the hip attack, her opponent was in a prime position for throning, and judging from the way she spoke, they both realized it. She only had to make it reality.

”Perhaps you will.” Blair kept her regal air about her voice, as she reached out, grabbed the ropes, and steadied her feet. ”But for now - silence. A throne shouldn’t speak.”

And with those words, that command, Blair Dame leaned back and pressed her ass against Daisy’s pretty little face, smothering her under two toned cheeks. She made sure to press with as much of her weight as possible, ensuring the best possible seal at all times, and took care to match her opponent’s movements. This was a simple hold, but one not easily escaped.

Not when she applied it, anyway.

After getting smacked by a strong hip attack, Daisy had found herself seated in the corner of the ring. This was the monarch's favorite position.....to have her opponents in. It was not a favorable position be in herself, especially during a smother match. Daisy definitely enjoyed stinkfacing more than being stinkfaced.

However, Blair wasn't giving the princess that option. And soon enough, the older woman's well-rounded rear would be looming above the royal's face. "I'm the princess, so who are you calling a thr-Mmmmmmph!" Came the suddenly muffled voice, as Bliar smooshed Daisy's defiance under her booty.

The monarch's face was completely sealed in the glutes of her foe, cutting off Daisy's air. Despite being a bit rattled and dazed, the Princess of Flowers would attempt to fight back. She balled both her hands into fists and started punching away at Blair's thighs, hard enough to cause bruising, assuming she wasn't stopped.