Divine Intervention: Hentai Clash between Goddesses - Mekhit Anwar(D) vs Aphrodite

P.O.W Hentai Humiliation Match
Victory Condition: Accepted Verbal Submission. Only verbal submission gained from a hentai maneuver will count.
Special Condition: Winner gets to keep loser as slave for the night.


Mekhit stood gracefully in front of a mirror, applying the remainder of her eyeliner as she prepared herself for her upcoming debut. Normally one of the stagehands would have done this for her, but she'd be damned if she was going to leave her graceful and elegant appearance in the hands of these insignificant mortals. To a goddess like her, appearances were everything, and her hand alone was the only capable of making sure her display was on par with her divinity. Satisfied with her looks, she strutted over to the curtains and patiently awaited for her entrance music to play outside.

She was dressed in an attire appropriate for the match ahead. Her legs and feet were left bare, while her arms and wrists shimmered with gold bracelets. Exposed in all the right places to show off her best features, while keeping her most prized assets behind thinly covered cloth. Not that anyone would have an easy time slipping under there however, as tonight's opponent was soon to find out. And speaking of tonight's opponent, she knew little about them other than the fact that they fancied themselves a goddess in their right. She angrily shuffled one of the bracelets on her wrist, smirking at the idea of an imposter sharing the ring with her tonight. Finally, her music played outside, and it was time to step outside the curtains and greet her many soon-to-be fans and worshipers.

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She waved at the welcoming crowds as she made a slow but dignified ascent up the ramp before climbing up the steps and slipping into the ring. She did a slow lap around the ring, this time waving with both hands while stopping every few seconds to pose for crowds and cameras. She was a new here, but despite that, the league was giving her quite the welcome; her divine appearance undoubtedly having a part in that. Satisfied with her reception, she came to rest at her corner of the ring, placing both arms on either rope and causally leaning back. She stared intently at the entrance curtain, anticipating the sight of her opponent, and in Mekhit's mind, the woman who was about to have all notions of godliness stripped away from her.

To say that Aphrodite was furious that she was going to be in this match back in Friction was an understatement. The goddess of love was the current Tension friction champion after switching over and now she had to fight as she made her way towards the gorilla position a new wrestler that claimed herself that she too was a goddess. It was already beneath her to play welcome the new blood into the AFW, but a one that proclaimed her own divinity and in a match of her own strengths was unacceptable.

The blonde goddess would present herself wearing the belt around her waist like the champion she was. She was proud of her achievement and wore it with dignity and respect, flaunting it before the crowd just above her shapely hips. In much the same way as her opponent Aphrodite clothing was the bare minimum, adorned entirely in a white sling bikini that showed everything she wanted and barely of everything else. The only thing beyond that was the matching white socks that protected the balls of her feet.

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Once in the ring she didn't even acknowledge her opponent, slowly stripping off the belt before raising it up in the air and sauntering around the ring, her other arm raised to the side to showboat. She'd handed it promptly to the referee and it was only then that she recognized her opponent, standing before with a smirk on her face, "So miss lion, you want to challenge me. There is only room in this ring for one goddess however."

Tonight's opponent wasn't one to disappoint, as she soon came strutting out in a dazzling display of beauty and grace. Nothing that compared to Mekhit of course, but still nevertheless pleasing to the eyes . Mekhit's own eyes wandered from head to toe of her opponents body as she made her way to the ring. First came her luscious blonde hair swaying as the women strutted up the steps. Next came her scantily clad bikini, showing off many parts that Mekhit hoped she would soon be able to feast upon. Finally a belt sat fastened securely to her waist, emboldened with... wait a minute. Mekhit leaned in closely from her position at the corner, trying to make out the words on the belt.

It wasn't until Aphrodite triumphantly raised it into the air that she got a good idea of who she was dealing with. "A Tension Hentai Champion" Mekhit mumbled the words to her self, brushing herself uneasily against the turnbuckle as she her body slowly stiffed. She quickly stopped herself, scowling in disgust at her own reactions before returning to her more graceful pose. She was a goddess above all else. Belt or no belt, at the end of the day this women was an imposter, one that would soon be squealing at her touch and broken at her feet.

finally Aphrodite entered Mekhit's space, deciding to challenge the new girl with some choice words. "As far as I'm concerned, there already is only one goddess in this ring, and her name is Mekhit" the Egyptian women said smugly before taking a few steps forwards until she was face to to face with her opponent. They were of very similar build, with Mekhit only having a negligible height and weight advantage.

"Nice belt, I'll make sure it's somewhere safe while I'm fucking you silly tonight" Mekhit said with a nod towards where it now lay, this time leaning even closer until only mere inches separated the two gorgeous women.

"Is that so then," she says as she crossed her arms, pushing up her breasts as the two of them drew near to each other, closer and closer. The match itself hadn't even started yet and the two seemed ready to go at it if not immediately. Appearances aside from only the meager two inch difference that Mekhit had over Aphrodite, the two goddesses were bodacious stacked beauties that drew every eye in the arena crowd to them. They were about to get one heck of a show.

Aphrodite would unconsciously draw yet even closer towards her opponent, chests pressing now against each other as the bell hadn't even rung yet, "I hope you are ready then. The goddess of love would hate to be disappointed by poor performance. Just don't cash a check you know you can't" she says before turning away and getting back to her respective turnbuckle. Mekhit might be a fellow goddess but she had to prove herself to the more experienced of the two.

Mekhit sure was dishing out alot of bark, now it was just a matter of seeing she could dish out an equal amount of bite. He opponent was going to be a challenging one, that much was clear based on appearances alone. The belt, the confident stride, the witty remarks: this truly was veteran of the ring. If she wanted the spectacularly victorious debut that she knew she was worthy and deserving of, she was going to have to fight for it.

The two of them were chest to chest now, Aphrodite's pleasant aroma sifting it's way into Mekhit's nostril. She looked good, she smelt good, she felt good, and Mekhit desperately wanted to find out if she tasted good. Every inch of her body was a full meal just begging to be devoured, and Mekhit was eager to comply. But first she was going to have beat this body, shame it beyond recognition before claiming it as a prize.

With the two of them having said their piece, it was time to retreat back to their respective corners of the ring and finish warming up. She performed a few more stretches, loosening herself up for what was sure to be an exciting match. With the two of them prepared, the ref finally signaled for the bell and the start of the match. She would take a few long steps towards the center of the ring with her her arms raised above her head, inviting her opponent for an early test of strength. "Come darling. Let's see just how easily the goddess of love bends to the goddess of war!" Mekhit challenged, a sly smile parting her lips.

The blonde goddess couldn't help but think that Mekhit was looking at her body more like a piece of prime grade-A meat than an opponent. She could only assume that the Egyptian lioness goddess was hungry to get a good taste of Greek for this evening. Aphrodite even though she looked confident still felt that she was going to have some trouble with this one regardless of the difference in experience. For her, Mehkit was an unknown factor of which she must take sample of, from her strength to the way her mouth tasted upon her own lips.

She would stretch out in much a similar way to Mehkit as the two waited for the bell to ring, signaling the start of the match. Once that was rung Aphrodite wasted no time in getting into a proper wrestling stance, keeping her body moving to almost partially circle her opponent. Aphrodite was going to make this newbie pay with her body, willing to make her beg for mercy and salvation from the pleasure that would be brought upon her soon enough.

"Don't you know, love conquers all?" Aphrodite responded licking her soft red lips before meeting Mehkit in a test of strength. They were closely matched in this, the goddess of love more so testing the waters to see what her opponent could offer.

Their fingers became interlocked above their heads, the two of them meeting in the middle to gauge each other's strength. Mekhit bent her elbows and pushed against Aphrodite with an increasing amount of force, planting her feet firmly into the canvas to prevent herself from sliding about. She knew the two of them were about even on a physical level, and the test of strength seemed to coincide with that. At first they didn't seem to budge too much, each one staring deeply into the other's eyes as they pushed and waned against one another. But Mekhit had a had a feeling she couldn't keep this up forever.

Despite the Egyptian goddesses well-built physique, Mekhit took pride more in her agility than anything else. After a while, Mekhit's knees began to buckle, and she could feel the strength in her arms begin to wane as her elbows followed suit and began to sway. Frustrated, she desperately began searching her mind to avoid an early loss in their initial lockup.

"And don't you know, all is fair in love and war?" Mekhit would mutter through gritted teeth, before finally swinging gone leg up and aiming a knee directly for Aphrodite's midsection! It was a cheap tactic to break out of the lockup, but anything was better than succumbing to the woman she had so confidently belittled just moments before.

Aphrodite had planted herself firmly against the early offensive of Mehkit, testing her strength well enough while showing just how strong she was herself. Just from pushing against her opponent she could tell how strong she was and smirked, if she continued to pour it on she'd be able to easily over power her at a waste of her own stamina however. As Mehkit's legs buckled, the blonde goddess of love pushed upon her foe, ready to her how incomparably weak she was compared to her.

This had been a tactical mistake on the more experienced wrestler's part, Aphrodite falling into a classic blunder. As Mehkit spoke those words the blonde's eyes could only open wide as it was too late. The Egyptian goddess of war had delivered a blow straight into her mid section, instantly doubling her over and weakening her pushing back against the fellow supposed goddess.

Mekhit's knee soon made contact with Aphrodite's tone stomach, crashing into flesh and sending the experienced wrester crumpling into a downward position. Her grip on the lockup was significantly reduced, enough for Mekhit to hopefully take advantage of her winded opponent. She would try to free one hand from the lockup and use it to grab onto Aphrodite's arm, following suit with her other hand.

If she managed to secure the hold, she would latch onto Aphrodite's arm with both and begin swinging the fellow goddess in a full circle before releasing her grasp to send the beautiful blonde flying towards the rope! If everything went according to plan, Mekhit would watch eagerly, anticipating for her opponent to come rebounding back off the ropes.

If that occurred, Mekhit would do her best to time the perfect jump, taking a few steps forward before leaping into the air and outstretching both of her legs in hopes of executing a flying dropkick aimed directly at Aphrodite's chest!

Aphrodite had been effectively stunned by the hit to her gut, the knee catching her off guard and buckling her legs as she lost balance for a few moments. This was just enough for Mehkit to take advantage of, spinning her around by pulling on one arm before sending the goddess flying towards the ropes. She would rebound back from the ropes to find herself struck by her opponent that had went for a dropkick, the hit impacting against her bouncy chest and sending her down to the ring.

Momentum would send her straight on to her back partially before completely being flipped over, she was now actually face down by the time she came to a rest. She'd push herself up somewhat slowly, shaking her head as she took a breath to recover. On all fours, she was slightly disoriented.