Death Bunny Vs. Natalia the Dream : Hentai Cage Match

D.B. was what one would call, an oblivious but natural beauty. Someone who naturally has a voluptuous physique who can be easily flustered if complimented about it. As evidenced by the macabre bunny girl in question applying an MMA style head-clinch intended to put pressure on Natalia's neck with the unintended side-effect of having the Dream's sputtering face stuffed against D.B.'s unknowingly awesome breasts.

D.B. finally had something to smirk cruelly about after having Natalia play her game for once. One where she could start pummeling away at the Dream with her preferred brawler techniques, each knee strike having Nat balancing on her toes while sticking her backside further and further out. But the satisfaction that came from battering Natalia's breadbasket prevented D.B. from noticing one blow being blocked, and the next one being caught.

A wave of panic washed over her from the sudden loss of balance, but rather than be tripped backward like the last time Natalia was getting frisky with the bunny girl's leg, D.B. would stagger forward with her captured leg unintentionally wrapping around Natalia's derriere for what appeared to be a sensual embrace between the two with their stomachs flattened against eachother's and their smooth chests mushed together.

"...Y-You'd better not be getting any ideas..." D.B. bitterly snarled out with glaring eyes, her hands gripping Nat's shoulder's and a burgeoning blush that was impossible to hide this time around given that they were face to face...

Much like how playing to D.B's strength's involved getting within arm's reach of her opponent to let her brawling fists do the talking, this brand of situation was exactly tailored to suit Natalia's...interests. Alarm bells immediately started going off in the macabre bunny girl's head once she recognized the precariousness of her position. In retrospect, she might have preferred just taking the backdrop and fallen to her spine. It would have been a brief moment of pain she could have endured no sweat, but now...now she was having more than just her endurance for pain tested.

"J..Jusshutup..." D.B. scowled back from behind closed eyes as she fought to keep her concentration on anything but the current moment. Which included the coy bumping of their crotches, the gentle compression of their flattened abdomens and swelled up orbs, and the innuedo-laden words that seemed to wrap it all together in perfect bow of sensual distraction. The option to pummel Natalia was still there, given that D.B. manages to get her act together in time. But the simple fact that she hadn't already started doing just that meant that D.B.'s concentration had wavered, and nothing good was going to come of letting Natalia have a free opportunity to get herself back in the running.

The sudden lapping of her lips making D.B. stiffen in Natalia's arms and was a fresh outrage D.B. could have used to start fighting back...were it not for Natalia cutting out D.B.'s legs from under her and slamming her back down to the canvas. D.B. recoiled up before settled back down onto her back in a groaning slump, her arms splayed while scrunching her face in her stunned stupor.

Being swiftly swept off your feet by Natalia The Dream was an experience that D.B. was safe to assume that probably two thirds of the AFW roster could truthfully attest to...with herself now being one of them. But where as they were probably swooned into her bedroom by Natalia's hypnotic charm and sultry demeanor, D.B. succumbed to just an entangling of their legs and an uplifting belly to belly suplex. The Bunny Reaper undoubtedly getting the lousier of the two experiences despite it being all the same to Natalia...that being her prey for the night was splayed out in front of her with who knows what on her mind.

A tad rattled, but not much worse off otherwise, D.B. balked from suddenly having her strong legs lifted upward and parted into another V-shape for yet another stomp down onto her inner thigh that brought a pained tremble to her body. Eliciting yet another grimacing glower from D.B. as she propped herself on one elbow to massage her stricken leg, but unlike last time, she wouldn't be able shoot her legs out to kick Natalia back. Not when she had both of D.B's ankles in her hands, hobbling her movements and leaving the Grim Hopper with not many other options other than to sit there and patiently wait for another chance of getting this Dream to back off already.

Somewhere behind all that sensual smarm and those come hither stares regrettably belied a technically proficient wrestler who was already working on crippling the Grim Hopper for the rest of the match. D.B. grimaced as hard as she could from what felt like a jackhammer being driven into the lean muscles of her smooth thigh, muttering bitter swears under her breath while shifting over to prop herself on one elbow. Enduring not just the booming elbow drop and subsequent torqueing of her fatigued leg, but Natalia's taunting flirtations to make sure D.B. didn't forget how much of a kinky thrill this all was for Nattie.

This situation was far from ideal...and only seemed to be spiraling downward the more Natalia continued to have her fun. Hence why with a concerted effort thanks to the freedom given to her left leg and other factors, D.B. would spring up to a seated position and maneuver both her arms under underneath Nattie's armpits and intertwine her fingers behind the Dream's head. The bunny reaper flopping back down to the canvas with Natalia laying atop her in a cinched in full nelson, stretching out her supple figure and reminding Nat of the dangers of getting outright cocky.