Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Esdese: Mistletoe Madness!

Lukretia was generally surprised when Esdese barely flinched from the knee to the groin. It would crumble most women to the ground instantly, being just as effective as it would be if it were on a man. Her fellow domme merely grabbed Lukretia's leg and pinned and then pushed her other hand against Lukretia's throat.

Lukretia smiled instead of gagging. Esdese might have been able to deflect the pain, but her robotic nature still left some pretty big holes for Lukretia to exploit.

Lukretia balled her fist and drove it into Esdese's face. Without hands, the woman couldn't block. Maybe she could take a punhc, but how many of them could she take before her body gave in, even if her spirit was unwilling to?

Esdese was not without pain. The only reason she did not show it was because she wanted to discourage the German Domme from doing it again. Unfortunately even when she was trying to keep Lukretia from attacking again, her advance was broken when that fist was brought right into her face, briefly knocking the priority of keeping Lukretia in bay out of her head. She had no choice but to release both the kiss and her opponent, her hands sliding away from the woman's body and would withdraw them to her own body for defense.

She pulled away from the woman, finally letting Lurketia gain some space and no longer being sandwiched between the turnbuckle and Esdese's dominant body, who would keep withdrawing until a few feet would be between them. She needed a bit of rest just to numb the pain in her crotch and her face, which made her lose a bit of strength. She needed to really hurt Lukretia now to make sure the woman would not even thinking about doing that again.

Lukretia huffed when Esdese let go, feeling her breath returning to her as she panted softly. SHe wor a grim face but inside her heart was racing. While she leaned against the turnbuckle, she hopped up to the first rope, bent her knees and launched herself at Esdese, trying to clear the distance between them quickly and throw a hard, rocketing elbow at the German domme's face to keep her staggered.

Esdese could only take a few steps back, but was still within Range of Lukretia, who was ascending the ropes. She brought her arms up to defend herself, her eyes fixated upon the German Domme again once her head had cleared from the brief headache it had suffered from that punch, her hands ready to catch Lukretia if she could figure out what she was planning to do. She wanted to grab onto Lukretia and counter the woman, but the elbow managed to pierce through her defenses, knocking in between her arms and right into her face once more.

This time, Esdese was showing signs of weakness as she was forced back another step before losing balance, the pain that was spread in her head was enough to knock the senses out of her and dropped her down onto her back, the mat catching her upon impact and now, Esdese stayed a bit longer onto the canvas, showing signs of irritation that Lukretia was focusing her face all the time, the spot that Lukretia's elbow slammed into had turned a bit red from the blow, one hand coming up to clutch her face again and softly rub it.

Lukretia landed next to Esdese in a crouch. She was happy to see her fellow domme on her back but that certainly wouldn't help her win. "It is a good position for you, but in due time, Esdese." Lukretia purred and reached for Esdese's arms attempting to lift her up and Irish whip her into the corner in one fluid motion.

Esdese was silent when the woman spoke to her, being forced up onto her feet and this time, she could not counter the Irish whip, being brought towards the corner and hitting the turnbuckle chest forced, driving some of the oxygen out of her lungs and causing Esdese to slump over the turnbuckle. As much as she hated to admit it, she had understimated Lukretia by the way she looked, no she was at the receiving end of the damage.

She shook her head lightly while she clung her hands on the top ropes, trying to clear her mind and get her head back into the match before Lukretia would actually get a permanent advantage against her, something that she just couldn't afford, she already had plenty of things in mind she was going to do to the German Domme, but right now the woman was definitely being a sexy thorn in her side.

Lukretia followed Esdese and ran at the domme. She leaped and landed on the bottom rope and rapped one arm around Esdese's nec, but fifnt' choke the woman. She leaned forward and plunged her free hand down Esdese's chest to try and get hold of one of her breasts. She then leaned forward and bent her body around, trying to jerk Esdese neck enough so Lukretia could plant her lips on her countrywoman in a steamy kiss.

This time, Esdese was not in time to actually turn and bring the fight back to Lukretia, who sandwiched her between the turnbuckle and the German Domme's body, feeling that hand grasping her massive breast, which was much more than a handful! She felt that other arm surrounding her neck but not really applying pressure, though still both hands came up to try and remove that arm.

There was a brief pause in her action though when the woman turned her head and pulled her right back into a kiss, another dominant one after the first one that had been started by Esdese had only just ended. She gave Lukretia a hateful glare, her hands still pulling upon that arm around her neck though her focus was mixed between doing that and trying to dominate Lukretia in the kiss, not to mention that hand on her breast being quite a dangerous trap as well.

Lukretia let Esdese pull the arm off Lukretia, only applying enough force to resist and not let the German domme simply hold onto it. She pushed forward while Esdese kissed her and pushed back. Even if Esdese was aggressive with her kiss, it would be Lukretia's "fall" since she was the initiator and Esdese was in the submissive position.

While they kissed, Lukretia's hand slipped off of Esdese breast and she began to undo the buttons that precariously held her breasts in, trying to tear open the double breasted coat while their tongues clashed.

Esdese was not getting any advantage over Lukretia this time, who was making sure to keep her focus was divied in multiple fronts. Her tongue was rather rough with Lukretia's, trying to force it back into the German Domme's own mouth and keep it pinned there so she could at least win one battle between the two. She could feel that hand started to apply pressure with teh pulling, the fabric holding out for quite a bit before the first few buttons were ripped off, Esdese trying to stop Lukretia but soon her massive breasts bounce free once all the upper buttons had been ripped off, Esdese not wearing any bra underneath!

She would try to counter Lukretia before she would getto much on her, her hands coming down to Lukretia's hips and tried to lift Lukretia's feet from the bottom ropes, wanting to force the woman to lose all stability so she could purposely fall backwards and slam the German domme down to the mat with Esdese falling ontop of her.