Garzah vs. Hera - Muscular hentai match (Non Canon)

Garzah then let up the grapevine, seemingly from the strain of her own legs, but didn't let up her hold around Hera. After kissing her cheek, she then brought her face and eyes to level with Heras, touching her forehead with hers, as Garzah slowly started a motion.

Slowly moving up and down, rubbing her own assets all over Heras. Her breasts rubbing hersz her crotch and abs rubbing Heras.

"A-Ah..." Hera couldn't help but let out a heavy breath as Garzah's strong body grinded against her own, the gladiator shutting her eyes tightly as she tried (and failed) to ignore the sensation of Garzah's crotch rubbing against her...

"E-... E-Enough...!" Fed up with being flustered, Hera attempted to fight back and grab hold of Garzah to roll the both of them over, her face contorted in anger despite the deep blue blush on her cheeks!

Garzah gave a yelp in surprise at the sudden reversal, and now noticed Heras blushing face even in a state of anger. Her own eyes widened in surprise, then relaxed as she wrapped her arms around Heras chest, without pinning her arms, and her legs around her waist.

Hera- Teeth still clenched in fury- Furrowed her brow, confused at Garzah's embrace. It didn't seem like she was squeezing her in a bearhug, just... Hugging her, hanging off of her like a sloth. She didn't understand her plan here- But she couldn't just sit and contemplate. This is still a match!

Planting her hands down on the bedded mat, she grunts as she pushes herself up- Struggling a fair bit, considering she had a 250 kilo weightlifter clutching her tightly. But once she reached a knee, Hera wrapped her arms around Garzah's thighs and hoisting her up- And once she makes it to her feet, she'll quickly coil her arms around Garzah's waist and do what she should've done, squeeze the life out of her in a bearhug!

Garzah gave a Yelp at the bearhug, which suddenly turned into a chuckle, as her face turned to that of a goofy smile.

"I knew you wanted a hug!" she remarked rather playfully, as she while still in Hera's bearhug, and giving her own hug with her legs around the gladiators waist, suddenly kissed Hera deeply on her lips, her wrapped arms around the gladiator stroking her back and her neck.

That yelp was music to Hera's ears- Finally, she was making headway in this match--!

Garzah's chuckle on the other hand, was like a record scratch that froze her brain- How the hell could she be laughing like this? And to have the gall to taunt her! Hera growled in annoyance...

Before she suddenly found her lips captured by the orc's again! Dammit, how does she keep falling for this?! She let out a muffled gasp as she released the orc and stumbled backwards, trying to get away from the warm, comforting feeling of Garzah humming against her lips...

But Garzah was clinging to her! She just held on, like a massive flea, just working her lips on Hera's, taking in the sensation of her body on Hera's, refusing to let go.

She just clung on, her arms wrapped around the gladiator, her legs tied around her waist as Hera fell on the ropes of the small ring, Garzah just kissing on and on, not letting up in the slightest.

"MMMNGH--!" Hera was pissed, eyes clenched shut as she groaned and uttered muffled, incoherent swears into the orc's lips- Unwittingly wasting all of her precious breath. Now, with her back against the ropes, and Garzah refusing to let up on the lip lock, Hera realizes she's in trouble- Stamina slowly ebbing from her as she whines indignantly, almost pathetically...

Garzah let up the kiss, panting as she pressed her face into Hera's neck, still tightly clinging onto her. She gave short giggles, her hands still moving across Hera's back and neck, her legs still tightly wrapped in their body scissors hold around the waist.

She pulled her face back, and pressed her forehead to Hera's, her eyes half closed, as she lightly breathed into her face. Her face had a dreamy look on it, like as if this was a dream come true or something.

"Nnguh...!" The gladiator gasped out as Garzah pulled away, huffing and puffing like she's just been through a marathon. A small trail of saliva trickles from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes remain shut as she rests on the ropes, softly muttering to herself. ["Dammit... D-Dammit..."]

It's strange- Normally Hera's conditioning is great, especially for her size. She could go for hours. But something is different here- Visibly exhausted, her broad chest heaves with her ragged breaths. Sweat is starting to bead and drip down her pale grey skin, a strap of her crimson brassiere threatening to slip off her shoulder and risk a wardrobe malfunction. All this from one deep kiss...