SS 17 Velvet Valentine vs. Natasha Loclear

Natasha was putting a lot on the line with her gamble to relax her body, to accept the pleasure Velvet was offering her with little resistance, in the hopes that she could endure what the woman had to give her and fight on after. She wasn't sure if she could get through this hold without orgasming but she just had to make the bigger woman work for it, an exhausted Valentine was one whom she could overpower now she just had to outlast her.

She was quickly reminded by Velvet however just how difficult the task ahead of her was as the woman thrust that single finger of hers into the depths of Natasha's womanhood, her inner walls gripping the invading digit rather hungrily as if she didn't want it going anywhere. Her body was hot to the touch and her pussy was especially so with how worked up Natasha was, the frenchwoman's eyes closed tight leaving her imagination to picture that lone finger of Velvet living up to the woman's name as it twisted left and right within Nat. Still she did not pull at her bonds, Natasha focused instead on keeping her breathing regular while her heart raced a mile a minute. "This feels so intimate, no? Almost like we're all alone..." Her voice was soft and now that she wasn't chewing on her own lip Natasha practically moaned out her words.

Anka opened her mouth and seemed to mumble something very quietly... Her words, although unintelligible, sounding as smooth and lush as being stroked by a silken glove would feel. Lips gently grazed against the butt cheeks it was pressed upon with each word. The Valentine drew her engulfed finger back nice and slow, increasing the drag upon Natasha's inner wall by curving the tip of the digit slightly.

Just before the finger was withdrawn from Natasha's sex completely, Velvet Valentine flicked the digit straight and plunged it right back into the deepest depths of Natasha's love tunnel... The Valentine's finger knuckles gently bumping up against the outside of the bluenette's pussy lips with a heart skipping thump.

"Ve're going to be-a here intimate for a vhile... non? ...so get cozy" she purred

Indeed Natasha was there for quite a while as the Valentine was seemingly in no hurry to make her cum, preferring to take her time and savor every sound and shudder that came from the Frenchwoman. Natasha's plan had been to let the orgasm come with little resistance so she could ride it out and start fighting her out of this hold refreshed while Velvet tired from keeping her locked down, but Velvet was toying with Natasha at such a casual pace she feared the woman wouldn't be tired in the least when the time came. She was going to have to fight back now, plans were good and all but they rarely survived past first contact with the enemy or say she had heard from a movie once upon a time.

"No more playing games it seems!" Natasha exclaimed as she used what energy she had saved up to pull on her trapped arm and twist her body, struggling against the larger woman in a last ditch effort to escape the hold. She was sweaty but so too was Velvet, Natasha's arm behind the other woman's back smacking around until she got a grip of Velvet's hair to yank, looking to make this painful for the Valentine.

But unfortunately for Natasha whether it was by Velvet Valentine's designs or whether it was just a coincidence... As the Russian French woman spoke and got ready to make a bid for her freedom, The Valentine pulled her digit out all the way to the very tip and then without missing a heartbeat, she forcefully plunged back in with two fingers instead of one...

It seemed that Anka had timed it just on the tail end of Natasha speaking, hoping that if she was in mid sentence she could force a moan or squeal to eminate from her lips... But the move had the lucky effect of hitting right as Natasha was about to yank her arm free. Natasha almost got her arm completely free and her hand up around to grab at the Valentine's grey mane, but at the last minute, the German French babe tried to hook around Natasha's arm more securely... Their sweaty body rubbed and squeaked, bare skin on bare hot skin as Anka frantically struggled to keep Natasha to stay put exactly where she wanted her and where she'd worked so hard to catch her

Velvet was either incredibly lucky with her timing or she had been waiting for Natasha to make her move, biding her time just like Natasha had been trying to do with the only difference being that Velvet's ploy worked as intended. Natasha was reaching up, stretching her arm to make a grab for the woman's hair but a tightening of the woman's grip on Nat's arm slowed her down to a crawl. Even then Natasha was determined to fight her way out of this hold, her nails scratching at the Valentine's back as she strained her arm to move just a couple inches further, only to stop abruptly as Velvet plunged a second finger in to join in on the fun inside of Natasha's already well aroused pussy!

Her fingers pressed into Velvet's back, having given up reaching that gray mane of hair as she was overcome by pleasure. Her body was hotter than ever and Natasha was now panting for air, trying to catch her breath and steady her breathing but she wasn't having any luck at it. She released a yelp of a moan at that sudden intrusion, body tensing up as she instinctively tried to fight the orgasm she was so close to! "Not going...to...you think this will make me cum?" She said with a smile even though her sex was leaking juices with how wide Velvet had her spread open.

With Nataha faultering under the sudden shock of unexpected pleasure, Velvet Valentine resecured the octopus hold and kept their bodies as tightly entangled and wrapped up in each other as before... It felt like their forms were touching and pressing in every way possible.

"I zink..." The Valentine said pointedly as she drew her fingers slowly back out of Natasha's sex right to the tips, obviously preparing for an additional sexual dip into the bluenette's pool "Zat it is no longer zeit for bavardage, ma cherie... " Velvet Valentine gently stired the tips of her finger around the inside of Natasha's rim, lovingly rubbing her thumb over the numb of Natasha's clit at the same time.

"Instead it is... how you say... zeit for your voice to make ze sveet music of luv..." She practically murred out close tot he side of Nataha's ass so that the French Russian could feel the rumbling of Anka's voice against her cheek..

And with that, the Valentine lined her fingers up and then thrust in deep again right to the hilt, rearing back almost immediately only to hit Natasha with another thrust right afterwards... the clear warm juices that was leaking out of Natasha's sex, drizzling all over Velvet Valentine's hand as she worked at her tender and vulnerable pussy

Whether Velvet had set a trap for her just then or if the woman had been on the recieving end of some aid from Lady Luck the result was the same, Natasha's last hope for escaping this hold had backfired and now she was stuck worse than ever with no way out escept to do as the Valentine desired. There was a respite from the fingers delving into her well soaked womanhood but she knew it would not last for long, Velvet's words informing her of such. The light brush of Velvet's fingertips, now slick with Natasha's juices, not allowing her even a second to calm down as they toured along the bluenette's well aroused labial lips.

The Valentine's request of her was simple and the rubbing of her clit would only help her even further to succumb to the sweet pleasure that awaited her if she just let go...but she had her pride even then and shook her head. "You may be right mi amore...but wheres the fun if I simply give you what you so desire?" Spoken with a content smile on her face, Velvet would feel Natasha's body tensing up in anticipation of what they both knew came next...and she was not to be disappointed as thrust after thrust of those fingers were swallowed by Natasha's sex!

"You wooooon't! Yoooooou....You won't make meeeeee...." It sounded as if she were struggling to deny what was coming but Natasha couldn't get out all the words, interrupted each time with another thrust that forced her to start over. She barely managed four attempts before the inevitable conclusion to that hold showed itself, Natasha calling out one final word with "Cuuuuuuuuum!" as her body began to shake within the hold and her sex went from dripping with her juices to gushing them out like a flood all over the invading hand of the Valentine!

With Natasha's struggled words, the tensing of the French Russian's body and the throbbing  of her sex around the Valentine's fingers... Anka could tell just how desperately close the bluenette had come to cumming. Part of her wanted to slow down so that she could drag out this blissful experience for an entire eternity, but also a bigger part of her was as eager as Natasha was becoming to reach the plateau of ecstacy

"Jaaaaa" Velvet Valentine all but purred out as her own body tensed and constricted more around Natasha as if sharing in the sweet pleasure along with the other woman in some kind of symbiotic and empathic experience. Natasha's body started to shake and then the juices of pleasure poured out over Anka's hand... Letting out a deep shuddering breath, the Valentine kept on thrusting with both digits, in and out of the other woman's love tunnel... Far from slowing down, in fact as the German French babe felt the ripples of pleasure rolling around her fingers, she started to pump a little faster, wanting to drive Natasha hard and faster in this maddening blissful pace

It was near impossible to keep one's wits about them during an orgasm, a task made all the more difficult with the intensity of the waves of pleasure that were currently wracking Natasha's body as Velvet's fingers and the rubbing of their bodies together drove her to an ungodly powerful climax. She just needed a moment to catch her breath and collect herself, even just a few seconds would suffice and she could fight her way out of this hold that had to be tiring out the larger woman. But Anka seemed to be of no mind to grant Natasha any sort of respite, those fingers far from pausing began to heighten their pace!

"Ohhhh fuck Velvet...you really are..." Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as she struggled to think of anything besides the overwhelming pleasure that was being dragged on by the Valentine. She shook her head and bit her lip, enduring until her orgasm finally began to subside and yet it never completely faded away thanks to the fingers still pumping away within her soaked pussy.

Breathless Natasha let out another moan, this one softer now that her orgasm had run its course as was her body's shuddering. "That was too good Velvet." Words spoken in a quiet voice while Natasha tried to get herself under control. "But it will be my turn soon enough and I'll give that back two fold...can even you endure?" Managing to chuckle Natasha tugged on her tired limbs, doing her best to pull herself out of this hold and drop onto the floor.

Velvet Valentine kept on pumping away at Natasha's vunerable rippling sex as the Russian French woman weathered the storm of the intense orgasm, the insatiable buxom woman holding her captive not going easy on her in the slightest so that every throb and spasm of Natasha's sex felt more powerful then the last.

Eventually however the orgasm subsided a little, leaving both woman panting hot puffs of air like steam in the slightly cooler air of the arena. They were still entangled in the close fitting octopus hold of "My Valentine". A trickle of crystal clear sweat rolled down off the bare skin of Anka's body and passed over onto Natasha, they had shared far more perspiration then where that came from, the leg the The Valentine had drapped over Natasha's head was beaded up all over and quite a lot of the dark dampness to natasha's hair was surely thanks to the sweat smeared into it from Velvet Valentine's thigh and other forms of wetness at her crotch

Anka seemed to be in a trance of sorts following natasha's orgasm, remaining still for a moment until Natasha refered to her by name. Customerially it was now the time to release the hold and continue on in the match, but rather than adhering to the custom the Valentine suddenly wrenched up on Natasha's locked arm... Forcing the bluenette's body to twist sharply at the hips, and jolting the fingers that still remained burried inside her.

"Zat iz ZE Valentine... Ma Sveet..." Anka said, refering to the use of the name "Velvet", where as it was either "The Valentine" or "Velvet Valentine".