More Than It First Seemed

The ever so slightly bigger woman beginning to work at the woman underneath, Diana would work her tongue as deep as it could go into the mouth of Carmen, her murmurs and moans matching her rivals. She'd let out somewhat of a high pitched, surprised yelp, as Carmen denied her further entrance by biting her teeth.

Bringing her head back ever so slightly, her gaze would meet the woman's as she then resumed a brief pressing of noses, more and more discovering how great Carmen's limits were. Diana herself had next to no limit in the bedroom, and knew that in terms of fighting Carmen could of been described as a machine. She just didn't consider such description also befitting of Carmen in the bedroom.

Suddenly, skin would meet skin in a more violent way, as Carmen forced a collision of heads. Snapping her head back ever so slightly, she'd slowly match eyes once more, a dark grin on her face.

With Carmen's challenge, Diana's fingers outside of Carmen would suddenly clench firmly, grasping the womans privates, before her fingers would resume their work, only deeper with much greater speed. Diana's free hand would come up to Carmen's throat, grasping firmly, not with intention of choking, but simply to force the woman to stay still. She would add minor pressure though, as she used the neck to push Diana's own upper body somewhat off Carmen's, arching her stomach further into hers.

"The 24/7 champions gonna be walking with a limp..." She'd whisper, her dark smile ever evident.

The way their bodies thrashed against each other was nice. Diana and Carmen were a perfect fit, just the right muscles in just the right places to make everything comfortable, but not too comfortable. It was like their bodies were fighting for dominance on every inch, struggling to see who would have to conform and what would give way under pressure.

The look in Diana’s face helped heighten the mood. The light was off, with only some slivers moonlight to illuminate her grinning face. It made her look powerful, like she was some dark goddess, ascending from the underworld just to fuck her in a dingy Japanese motel.

Kinky.

But what really sold it was the hand around her throat. A simple, effective display of dominance that kept Carmen pinned to the bed, at the mercy of the merciless Diana Accera. Giving up so much power, putting so much trust in the hands of a woman who would have been squeezing with that hand if they were in the middle of a match. That gesture - along with the furious fingers in her sex - was enough to get Carmen over the hill, and she didn't go quietly.

The 24/7 erupted with a thunderous climax that had the whole bed rumbling. She shook. She moaned. She buckled and thrash like a woman possessed as lightning shot across her synapses. And when it was all over, her body sank into the bed and her eyes lightly shut, relaxing like she rarely ever relaxed.

In truth, Diana couldn't deny her own arousal at how she had reduced a woman rarely conquered in the ring to something akin to a toy. She of course hid said arousal, making it appear to Carmen that the Italian was simply out to dominate her with no 'satisfaction' given back.

She wouldn't relent as her rival climaxed, her own eyes somewhat closing, a purr escaping her lips as the toned body beneath her stiffened and inadvertently grinded against her. When she was sure Carmen was done, she'd remove said hand, wiping it somewhat on the upper thigh of Carmen to leave her hand dry. She'd then bring up said hand, pressing the champions shoulder to the bed whilst her other slid from Carmen's throat to do the same. Staring intently, she'd lick her own lips, satisfied at the sight before her, still arched with huge chest somewhat hanging in front of Carmen.

"Ding...Ding..." she'd whisper in a dark tone, as if the moment were a match coming to an end.

At some point, while she was coming down from a climax underneath Diana, Carmen began to appreciate just what a unique woman this was.

She had this look, this presence, this aura of a conquering destroyer, out to annihilate any and all challengers that stood in her path - and the one weren’t standing in her path, after that. And that wasn’t an act. The woman who burst into her gym and threatened her student was the real Diana, no doubt.

But there was more to Diana than just that. A lot more. And now that Carmen had caught a glimpse of it, she was curious to see more.

”Enjoy the moment.” Carmen reached up and gave Diana a slap in the face. Not a serious one, just enough to hurt a bit. She could take it. ”It’s the only time you’ll get my shoulders on a flat surface.”

Carmen reached up and pulled Diana down on top of her, letting their bodies smack against each other. She wasn’t in the mood for another go - not yet - but for now she just wanted them close. Wanted to feel the warmth.

”And for the record…” Carmen sighed, letting their chests meet and mash in the middle as she rose. ”Even with a limp, I’ll still break you apart in the ring.”

Head again somewhat snapping, less so from the weak waft of skin that met her face, Diana would stare intently almost into the soul of her rival as her taunt was made. She'd simply tut in response, her own eyes throwing their own disagreement to Carmen's statement, body still somewhat pinning the champions to the bed.

She'd simply continue her gaze, breathing heavily from the heat of the moment before Carmen decided the two should get even closer. Noses pressing, breasts mushing against each other, Diana would throw a dark yet confident smile as Carmen again declared her dominance.

She didn't feel a need to respond. In truth, she didn't much care if everyone of their disputes ended up with Carmen on top, whether the setting be some ring, a 24/7 championship match, or even the bedroom of some dingey hotel. She'd damn well make her work for it each and every time.

She'd simply lean her face in once more, before giving probably the most passionate, lover like kiss the two had shared, lips gently grazing over her rival and lovers own. With a dark shudder that resembled a laugh, said passionate kiss would then quickly turn into a bit, as Diana would pull away a fraction of a inch, teeth clamped mildly on Carmen's bottom lip.

As she did, she'd latch eyes yet one more time on her foe, a dark smile on her lips. Gazing into the face of the woman, her smirk would widen, as she was already considering how one would try to conquer the other in what was most certainly to be, a night that wouldn't be over quickly...