SS '14 Main Event Hentai Title Match: (C)Marissa Vs. Azami

The champion sensed how close to orgasm Azami was and smiled to herself. It was a rare treat to be able have another competitor in a situation where she couldn't fight back against her sexual prowess and Marisa took full advantage of it.

"Mmm, you're so wet down here, Azami!" she exclaimed huskily up to her opponent before going back to work on her sex.

With a twisting motion of her wrist, the model added a spiraling sensation to her fingering as she began to suck heavily on the Japanese woman's clit. She also reached up, capturing one of Azami's breasts in her free hand and squeezing it sensually.

"Go on, cum for me Princess...."

It only took one more push for Azami to go pass the edge of ecstasy and Marisa did more than just that. The twist of her arm, the increased sucking on her clit, and the squeezing on her breast were simply overwhelming to her highly aroused state. Her body stiffened the moment she heard Marisa's words before she let out an ecstatic cry.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh...!!!"

The princess came as she's commanded to, her juices sprayed Marisa's beautiful face while her body thrashed around in the corner. Azami's hips bucked off a couple of times until her head rolled forward, her drained figure just hanging by the ropes. For a short while, she forgot about her match. Her breathing heavy and her nether region felt so hot and sensitive.

"Ohh... gawd... Marisa..."

"Good girl." Marisa breathed huskily as rose up to look face to face into Azami's eyes.

Obeying the rules of the match, Marisa backed away from Azami's panting body, providing the break required, and allowing her to extract herself from the corner. The model waited in the center of the ring, standing tall and confident.

"Anytime you're ready, Azami." she called.

Azami looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed that Marisa managed to subdue her body to the point of making her cum on command like that. It felt amazing, though, she'd admit that at the very least. Still panting and weakened from her orgasm, the princess sluggishly untangled herself from the ropes before getting her feet back to the mat. Holding the turnbuckle with her legs clasped together, Azami had to take her time in recovering, not wanting to rush herself unprepared with such big stake.

"I'll pay you back, Marisa-san... just you wait..." she forced a smile to the champion.

Once she felt like she's good to start again, the princess pushed herself off the corner and wobbled slightly towards the center of the ring. She could still feel the burning sensation between her legs, so Azami decided to play safe for the next several minutes. She just put on her grappling stance, but not making any move towards Marisa.

"Bring it on..."

It seemed that Azami was cautious about approaching Marisa, which understandable, the champion thought, given the conditions. However, Marisa knew that giving the challenger time to recover wouldn't serve her well, and that she'd have to be aggressive.

So when Azami didn't make a move after a while after the restart, Marisa would rush forward, looking to deliver a barefooted foot to the Japanese woman's stomach to try and double her over, looking to expand some of her options in terms of dealing with the Moon Princess...

Seeing Marisa came towards her, Azami readied her defense, knowing that getting caught in her current state would cost her even more than it already was. When the champion raised her leg to deliver a kick to her stomach, she bent forward slightly, her arms crossed in front of her midsection to block the strike.

"Nnggh!"

It's rather instinctive, so she still got knocked back a few steps away from the impact. Having sore arms was still better than bent over, though. Azami would pretend that she's hurt more than she actually was, hoping to lure Marisa closer to her so she could rush forward and deliver a spear to the model's chest.

Marisa was thoroughly baited and fooled by Azami's reaction to the kick. Although she hadn't doubled her over, the model assumed she had sent the Asian woman reeling with the kick. Stepping forward to press an advantage she didn't have, the champion was caught by Azami's sudden spear.

"Ommphgahh!" she grunted out in an undignified squawk as Azami's body barreled into hers. Marisa was taken down to the mat, face up, under the Moon Princess's body. Although she was sure that there members of the audience that would've given their right arm to tag into the match at this moment, Marisa knew this wasn't a good position for her. Still the spear had taken her breath away, and all the model could do at the moment was give a quiet groan....

Azami huffed as she took down Marisa with her charge. It's not the time to rest or feel satisfied yet. No, she had so much to do in order to get even with the champion. The princess flashed the downed Marisa a mischievous smile before she reached for the girl's legs.

Her plan was to grab the model's legs before sitting in front of her, followed by tangling her own to trap Marisa's with a figure four leglock. It wouldn't just be a normal leg lock, though, as Azami would also sneak a foot of hers onto the champion's crotch to feel it.

Looking up, Marisa saw Azami's form loom over hers as she began to refocus and get her bearings back. Feeling the Asian grasp a hold of her legs, she knew that her opponent couldn't have anything good lined up for her.

The American sat up as Azami crossed her legs, but by it was too late. The Japanese woman had locked in the figure four. Marisa was forced back down as the pain shot up her legs. On top of that, Azami's foot wound up pressed up against her groin, adding a sensual component that clashed with the pain she was in. For the moment, the model was more concerned with the damage being done to her legs, crying out in distress as the challenger had her trapped in the center of the ring.

"Oh don't worry about your legs, Marisa-san..." Azami giggled as she loosened her hold a bit. "I'm more interested with this kind of cry after all..." the princess said as she began to rub her toes up and down the model's bikini clad crotch.

Azami kept their legs locked with the intention of restraining Marisa without hurting the girl too much. She wanted to see the champion squirm from her teasing just like she did earlier. The blue haired girl grinned wickedly as she picked up her pace, while trying to locate Marisa's clit so she could poke it around with her big toe.