Steel and Stone - Kara vs Aniek

With one final bulging flex, Aniek's muscles reached peak hardness and her breasts fully perked. Resting her head on Kara's shoulder, she gave a mighty push, one that made the ring-links shake and seemingly half-engulfed Kara in pure strength and steely mass. Her body grinded up in one mighty motion, stretching Kara's tits as they Aniek's caught underneath them before squashing over them like a tank's treads. All the way down she grounded, making sure their bodies were fully docked but never once did the pressure relent. Her mound bumped up and down on Kara's before finally settling in warmly as if it was magnetically attracted.

She didn't need to look down to see that her opponent was leaking; the warmth travelling through her body felt blistering to her aroused body. Giving her a few lighter rubs and nuzzling against her neck, she drew back to see her teary, defeated face. Instinctively, she leaned closer, nuzzling with her nose and wiping the tears away with her moist, fair skin. Loving licks travelled over Kara's cheeks as the older woman's features brushed affectionately on her own. Her muscles were still flexed but they were softening now, gently rubbing over her tummy as if she was doing the equivalent of petting while her breasts slowly massaged her.

She said nothing, lightly bumping her lips against Kara, imitating yet not initiating a kiss. She knew the fight had gone out of this woman; now it was the reward. By the referee's expression, Kara had released enough to signify her defeat. Yet Aniek seemed to be waiting for more from Kara. Her cat-like nuzzling seemed to indicate she was quite affectionate of her, moreso as she loosened up on her crushing press.

And just like that, every inch of Kara's pride fell into humility. Every minute struggle, all hints of defiance ceased as the once proud muscles that flexed and tensed with impressive strength now lay flattened and soft with exhaustion against superior pressure. Her drive to fight was gone, as she had no strength left to do much of anything but just accept this. She lost. She fought her hardest, but her will was outlasted. Somehow, coming to terms with that helped her feel somewhat better.

Or maybe that had something to do with the nuzzling treatment she was getting from her opponent. The once painfully crushing body rub suddenly became much more gentler than she remember, earning a confused expression through Kara's panting, red-tinted face as tears are wiped from her face. Her breathing gradually begun to slow, giving an involuntary pleasant groan at the sensation of the Beast's tongue against her cheeks. It was a feeling she was not used to; one she was not confident she understood nor could she bring herself to defy, not that she could. The quick feeling of Aneik's lips against hers jolts her out of her thoughts, now finding herself focused on the older woman.

"Guess you showed me what for," Kara remarks through panting breath, forcing a smile through her embarrassment, "Didn't even stand a chance..."

"There's no shame in defeat; only lessons to be learned~" She said, unsticking her body from her properly flattened opponent. The chill air of the stadium bit at their hot and sweaty skin but Aniek's body still looked perked and excited. She raised her fist to the crowd, confident in her victory as the announcers made it official. Looking over her shoulder to Kara, a playful smile on her features, she nodded off towards the walkway they had entered from. It had been a short match given how lopsided it was but it felt like they had been going at it far longer than they had in reality.