Beth Riana vs (guest star!) Kirin Sumomo

Kirin took the punch to the arm with a flinch, but once the hold was reversed, she'd pull her arm back hastily to secure her weighty position in trying to halt the little boxer. The action would also pull at her top, leaving the likely possibility that she could pull the top clear off young Beth's back.

"Not... going anywhere... sweety," she grunted, competitive but clearly still maternal at heart.

Beth was too worn out from the match so far to be able to move Kirin's bulky form. Especially when she dug in. Beth would shut her eyes tight, doing her best to endure the hold, wanting nothing more than to punch Kirin until she let go. But in her position, she couldn't do that.

Beth was starting to feel like she wasn't going to win. She was far from giving up, but she felt she was outmatched. Just thinking about it... made her want to try harder. It was always refreshing having a new goal to strive for. So Beth would dig down deep, putting everything she had into trying to drag them both to the ropes.

Kirin clenched her thick thighs, her fat rippling over her muscle as she jerks them tighter and squeezes hard on the little fighter, surprised she held out so well. She'd try and pull back, but her position gave her little angle for pulling and Beth gradually made her way to the ropes. Kirin's face stoned in effort, but was inwardly and deeply impressed that the tiny girl could drag her, possibly the heaviest girl in the league, towards the ropes. There were some interesting figures here in the sex wars.

If she didn't give by the time she'd reach the ropes, Kirin would let out a frustrated grunt, quickly letting Beth go and stepping back. "You're an incredibly amazing little girl, you know that?" she panted, holding onto the ropes and her free hand gently rubbing her sore legs as she watched her.

Beth felt like she'd been running all day long by the time her hand closed around the bottom rope. She felt more than uttely spent. But even when her body was crying out in her head for her to stop, she kept pushing forward. Her other hand would reach up for the second rope, breathing hard as she slowly managed to drag herself to her feet. But when she tried to stand on her two feet without support, she'd collapse back against the ropes.

Beth knew she'd pushed herself about as far as she could go. She didn't want to accept it though, breathing hard as she clung to the ropes, wondering how long Kirin would let her rest before moving in for the kill.

Kirin would see the miserable state the girl was in, advancing but with a calm pace encouraged by her lesser exhaustion and wish to conserve her power. She moved around toward's Beth's side, out of her reach and avoiding a simple counter attack if she'd rushed her. She'd be breathing heavy, but finally move in to grab Beth's arms before she got them off the ropes. Set on keeping her blows from punishing her body further, she'd try to secure them in her grip before leaning into Beth from a lowered position, lifting her face up into her cleavage, perched between her meaty breasts as she tried to smother her out. If she was able to hold the maneuver, she'd shift her body closer to hers, pressing her back into the ropes and crossing a thigh over to brace it between Beth's legs, subtly rubbing her.

Beth wasn't in any shape to try to counter Kirin, no matter how much she wanted to. But Kirin was in the perfect position to counter any attacks anyway. Being pulled away from the ropes, Beth thought she was going to fall again. But instead, her head was practically buried between Kirin's breasts smothering her. She'd start pushing against Kirin with her hands, too weak to manage much else.

And then Kirin trapped her against the ropes and began to rub her between her legs, sending out a muffled moan. All beth could do now was squirm as she felt the lack of air starting to get to her, threatening to knock her out.

The room was rather quiet outside of Kirin's thick pants for air, Beth's stifled mumbles, and the occasional thump of their feet on the mat. Kirin kept her grip, firm and steady as her milky breast meat unfolded with Beth's squirms, filling in the cracks of her smother as she made them.

She'd keep the position until Beth's struggles stopped, though hoping not to knock her out just yet. She had a far better ending for her in mind than being snuffed out in her cushy bosom. If all went as planned, Kirin would take the lightweight boxer and heft her up into her arms, cradling her and using her hand to slide her top down, bringing out her juicy breasts to the cooler gym air, almost invisibly painted with sweat.

"Here, little one," she'd breathe heavily but maternally as she could, leaning a bit to one side and urging her nipple towards and into Beth's mouth. "Drink up. You've earned it."

Beth's struggles would die down soon enough, already weakened through the match. She was barely aware that she was still concious when Kirin lifted her up easily. She'd open her eyes, still groggy from the lack of air. When Kirin's nipple pressed against her lips, she'd begin to suckle on it, closing her eyes. She didn't feel shamed in giving up. She'd lost anyway.

"Good girl," Kirin said softly, cradling Beth's neck while her other hand stroked her sweaty hair from her face. Her milk would start to flow as her nipple was stimulated, her breasts bouncing gently as the tiny boxer sucked the juice from it. Kirin closed her eyes gently, taking a deep breath as the stimulation after such a heated fight ran through her nipple. "You did very, very good," Kirin flattered, kissing the girl's forehead in a way she'd practiced to do without disturbing her mouthful of nipple milk.

Once she seemed soothed and a bit more comfortable by the nursing, Kirin would raise the fingers of the hand under Beth's back, gently running her hands soothingly over Beth's side and legs. "Does that feel nice?" she asks gently.

Beth was finding herself feeling relaxed, quite a change from her aggressive attitude. As she continued to suckle on Kirin's breast, she'd find herself slipping more and more into a relaxed state. And when Kirin started rubbing her hand against her, she'd let out a stifled moan in response to Kirin's question, not interupting her feeding of Kirin's breast milk.