Making an Impression

Lyla had lofty expectations for herself. When she had made the request, every fiber in her body tingled with the excited idea of turning the tables on Thorn and making the larger woman her bitch. It was the sort of thing she would never let the larger woman live down, already thinking of all the fun gloating she would have at her expense. When the deal was made, she steeled herself for the fight to come and took in a deep breath.

When Thorn dropped herself down on top of her, the Irish lass reached up to wrap her arms around her thighs, holding her close as her face shifted up against her crotch. A small bit of wiggling to situate herself was all it took before she went to work. She started out strong, eyes closed, grinding her features up against Thorn. Her tongue greedily lapping at her opponent with rough long drags. Though as time went on, fatigue was finding its way back to her.

Her licking and suckling slowed… fingers pawing weakly at Thorn's thighs. Her efforts had wound down to the point of stopping as she dug in her heels, trying to squirm herself free to no effect. A gross miscalculation of her physical exhaustion and just how imposing the Aussie's ability to smother her would be. It wasn't long before her hands dropped away to the floor and her legs slipped out from under and her and went still. She was out like a light.

Ellie had been complimented before by plenty of people. Hell, Lyla offhandedly did it all the time. Coming from someone as unabashedly open and openly sexual as Rose though made it hit her far harder and had her confusioningly aroused. She was thankful for the jacket she clutched over her chest to hide just how excited it was making her. The blush was still there though, as was a softness and curiosity of someone considering the offering being given.

She wasn't some sort of… pervert. Why would she ever go to this club of Rose's? But if she were to go… nobody really had to know, right? It's not as though she wanted to do any of that stuff. It could just be a bit of innocent curiosity just to see how weird other people were, not her. She was normal. Romantic. She was going to get into a relationship with a special someone and be with just them… not be one of those people like Lyla or the dommes. Sexual deviants. That wasn't her… could never be her… right?

She had found herself watching Thorn and Lyla without really even noticing, thighs pressed firmly together, rubbing lightly against one another. When Lyla had passed out, she had been broken from the trance, looking around in a moment of embarrassment. She gave Rose a small, polite nod, slowly pushing herself up to her feet on weak knees. "Uh… thanks… I guess."

Lyla’s face was hardly the first that Thorn had settled on, but she had to concede, she couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed the act this much. Unlike before, she had plenty of time to think about it, too - even with her ‘opponent’ eating away at her, she was lucid enough to realize that much. This moment meant more to her than the random guys and gals she’d knocked out in countless sessions. That was fun, yes, she enjoyed it, but they hadn’t had the personal touch that Lyla brought. There was just something about this woman - her spirit, her competitive fire, her flirting, her skill. She was the perfect little cocktail of sexiness, and Thorn found herself wanting seconds. As long as this match had gone on, she would keep going without a second thought if the rules allowed it.

She bit her lip, massaged her breasts, and thrusted her hips forward, engulfing Lyla’s head, devouring her face with her fiery flesh. Thorn let out a long, drawn out sigh as her partner went to work with aplomb, so eager, so hungry, using that talented tongue of hers in the most amazing ways. Thorough and precise, too - she wasn’t used to this kind of skill between her thighs, with so many sloppily dragging their tongue around her snatch. She had to appreciate the attention to detail. The energy in every thrust.

But Lyla was human. A sexy, sensual beast of a human, but human. She needed air to breath, and Thorn wasn’t keeping a spare supply between her thighs. The hands fell away, the squirming stopped, and her body went dishrag limp. The referee took only a moment to inspect before she threw up her hands and called the match, with the bell ringing only a moment later. ”It’s over! Thorn, let up!”

Thorn had every intention of doing just that, too...in just a moment. Lyla hadn’t managed to get her off all the way before she went unconscious, but she’d come close enough that nature had to take its course. She gave her hips one final, hard thrust against Lyla’s face and shuddered as the wave took her away, arching her back in primal ecstasy. She came, spurting out what she had left on her former foe’s chest as she slid away and let the poor girl breath again.

”Goddamn…” She panted under her breath, a listless murmur. ”Love at first fucking sight.” She looked over to where Rose and Ellie sat, seeing the white-haired woman making an attempt to stand on those wobbly legs of hers, as Rose did the same behind her. Fun time was over.

She stood up with a long sigh and passed Ellie, winking as she walked by. She didn’t say anything, because there wasn’t anything to say - she was fairly sure the past fifteen or so minutes had cemented things between them. The four of them would be meeting again, no question. Quite a few times, if she had her way about things.

After taking a moment to gather her discarded garments and tools, Thorn stood alongside Rose, hooked their arms together, and promptly strode up the ramp, giving one last look towards the defeated duo as they parted. Judging from the audience’s applause and the numerous catcalls, the two teams both had successful debuts, and eyes would be on both of them in the coming year.

Mission accomplished.