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

In the now years Natasha had been fighting in the AFW she had rarely been in a match that she did not relish every moment of it, even those that were just as painful to watch as they had been to participate in were fond memories for the champion and matches she remembered loving every moment of at the time. Tonight was not one of those times. Even now after one orgasm and with a second quickly on its way Natasha felt the pleasure physically but not mentally, her mind fighting to control her body as if she could convince herself this wasn't pure ecstasy she was feeling as she strove against Minerva pussy to pussy. All she felt for Minerva was anger as she stared up into her lust filled face, but that only seemed to make the sex all the more intense.

"This is...my championship and no false...QUEEN...is going to take it away from me. Not today...not EVER!" Natasha had to yell a couple times to mask the lustful groans coming from her body, though it was all for naught as she came a few moments later. Her moans were loud but they were lost in the same sounds coming from Minerva as she finally came for the first time, their juices splashing between them as they continued their wild gyrations until every drop of cum their bodies would release in a single climax had been spent and only then did they fall apart.

If it was with anyone else Natasha would have savored every second of that orgasm, but with Minerva she just couldn't let herself enjoy it, not when she was down one forced orgasm to two. "Done already?" She asked while breathing a bit heavily herself, the humor she had shown earlier gone after the introduction of the riding crop. Natasha sat upright, glaring over at Minerva for a few moments before pushing herself back up onto her feet.

Natasha may not have allowed herself to enjoy the moment, but Minerva certainly did. Even if she had only intended to be driven to an orgasm along with her foe just now, she couldn’t deny the feeling she was experiencing now was one of pure ecstasy. This was glorious, but none of it would be complete until she was standing over Natasha with her championship held high in triumph.

“You’re right, no false queen will lay their hands on that championship. But I will rip it from your clutches, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Minerva retorted, that wicked grin still etched onto her features as she slowly pulled herself back up to her feet, heavy breaths almost rhythmically coming from her lips. She was fatigued, yes. But she wasn’t done yet.

“You wish,” she replied, before lunging out at Natasha with her right arm extended, aiming to drop the champion right down to the mat with a heavy clothesline. The challenger wasn’t quite operating at full speed at this point, but neither was Natasha. And Minerva hoped her foe’s fatigue was great enough that she could take the Frenchwoman down before she could do anything to stop it.