AV 16 Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear (c) vs. Minerva Larsen

Her elbow collided with the side of Minerva's head with an immensely satisfying crack of bone hitting bone, Natasha buying herself just enough of an opening to turn around before Minerva sought retribution. "Ugh!" She cried out as Minerva sank her claws into the bluenette's flowing mane, one hand shooting up to dig its fingers into the woman's wrist while the other reached for Minerva's head, only it didn't make it before Minerva yanked her head down into a waiting knee. There was the sickening sound of bone on bone again, only this time Natasha was on the recieving end as her face slammed into the outstretched knee of Minerva, leaving the champion reeling as she stumbled back into the corner.

It hadn't quite been what she intended, but she had the champion nice and dazed regardless. Hoping to take advantage of that fact while she could, Minerva tossed the riding crop aside and moved forward, pressing her front against Natasha and pinning her up against the corner. Meanwhile, one hand would slide between her legs, with her fingers attempting to move the champion's panties aside to gain access to her sex.

In any other circumstance Natasha would have quite enjoyed having Minerva's large breasts pressing against her own, especially now that the woman had disposed of that unnecessary top of hers, but in this moment she wanted nothing more to escape them. Her thoughts were a jumbled messed after that hard shot she had taken to her forehead and Natasha could do little more than groan as Minerva pressed in on her, shifting weakly in the sandwich she was in. Their breasts ground together while she was resisting and that only intensified when Minerva slid a hand down between Natasha's thighs, wiggling their way inside her sex!

"Ahhhhmmmmm..." Natasha moaned, digging her fingers into her captor's wrist to discourage her from keeping the grip she had on Natasha's hair. She did the same with the one currently occupied with stirring up her love pot, struggling with Minerva in a bid to pull those fingers out of her.

Natasha's moan brought back Minerva's twisted, sadistic grin as her fingers worked over the champion's pussy. But then the sudden feeling of nails digging into her wrists brought a wince of pain. In an attempt to halt Natasha's resistance she drew back for a brief moment only to attempt to hammer a knee into her foe's belly, before moving right back in to press her bare breasts against Natasha's chest again.

"Now be a good slut and cum for your queen," she hissed in the champion's ear while her fingers went right back to work against Natasha's sex.

Spittle flew from Natasha's soft pink lips when Minerva brought her knee shooting up into the frenchwoman's stomach, the woman coughing for air and would have doubled over if not for Minerva stepping right back in to keep her pinned between her body and the turnbuckles. She could feel Minerva's stiff nipples prodding her even through the material of her top, just as the other woman likely felt her own, having long since grown rock hard when she was the one in control.

Minerva's fingers had not wasted any time before going back to work inside her, having only paused rather than pull out when Minerva hit her with that knee. Natasha was really getting wet now as those digits pumped away, her hands having slipped from their grip on Minerva's wrists, but she wasn't about to succumb already. "My queen is me...and what makes you think...I'm going to cum anytime soon?" She answered with a smile before sinking her hands into Minerva's bare tits, squeezing them with all the strength she could muster.

Though Minerva could easily tell she was making considerable progress, Natasha's continued defiance came as no surprise. What did surprise her were the hands that suddenly latched onto her breasts and viciously squeezed on them, forcing a sudden shriek from Minerva's lips. Immediately she withdrew her hand from Natasha's sex and grabbed onto her foe's wrists with both, trying to pry them off so she could back away from Natasha and create some distance between them.

Minerva's pained cry was exactly what Natasha had needed to hear, the sound of it driving Natasha to squeeze even harder until Minerva was forced to choose between further pain or a chance at forcing a quick orgasm out of the frenchwoman. Fortunately for Natasha she chose to escape from the vice like grip she had on Minerva's breasts, her now the one digging her claws into Natasha's wrists, tearing them away from her chest after a few hard tugs at them. Minerva stepped back to put some distance between them for which Natasha was grateful, it gave her a few seconds to catch her breath and steel herself for the pain that would undoubtedly erupt in her stomach when she moved.

And that it did, Natasha wincing through the pain which faded with each step she took until it was more of an annoyance than anything else. She circled to the left around Minerva, keeping the woman in front before lunging in to lock up tit to tit with Minerva once more.

Minerva hissed, growled and grunted like an angry beast once she was finally free of Natasha's clutches. But clearly she wasn't out of the woods yet. Her eyes shot an icy glare at the champion, staying on her while the woman circled her, knowing Natasha would want nothing more than to further press her attack. When her foe came, Minerva initially held her arms up as if wanting to accept the invitation for another lockup. But instead, she'd shoot her arms down around the Frenchwoman's waist and lock them behind her back, then attempt to hoist her up and slam her right back down with a spinebuster.

Somewhere in the back of Natasha's mind she wanted, no, needed another lock up with Minerva right then, to pit her body against hers and prove she was the stronger of the two after that cheap shot from Minerva. It quickly became apparent Minerva was in no hurry for such a confrontation however as the woman ducked low, Natasha realizing what the woman was going for too late to block it. She groaned as those powerful arms encircled her waist, squeezing hard, lifting her clean off her feet with Natasha trying to fight her way free before what came next. She raised her elbow up above Minerva's head but before she could bring it down the woman dropped her to the mat like a brick, slamming her back first down onto the mat, the ring shaking under the impact while Natasha laid there eyes shut and grimmacing in pain.

As satisfying as it felt to slam Natasha down onto the mat, Minerva knew that it was going to take much more than that to take this queen's crown away from her. But while she had her down on her back, it seemed as good a time as any to get some payback. Minerva moved to sit astride the champion's belly. From there she'd latch her hands onto her foe's top, before trying to pull it over her head to expose her breasts, just as she'd done to Minerva not long ago.