Lucia Lynch Vs Mistress Paige - Standard Match [Hentai permitted]

Lucia had closed her eyes, trying to shut out the glaring lights overhead. They never had seemed that bright before, but now, as she was, she could even feel the heat radiating down from them making her body sweat. Her lips were parted panting heavily as she writhed on the canvas, heavy heaving with every breath.

Her ears twitched at the sound of Paige nearby also breathing hard. The woman who had stolen her thunder, running away with her debut spotlight and the lone wolf was letting it happened. Her raw hatred for her fellow actress had steadily begun to redirect itself onto her, at war with the fact she lt this woman get away with these ploys. Had she gone this long without intimacy in her life that she had to find it here, of all places? No… she didn't think so. So what was it?

The mat shifted, a slight change but one she felt easily as she seemed as her minded drifted. Even with her eyes closed she knew Paige was looking over her, she could feel her presence, it made her squirm. Had Paige simply covered her, it may have been over. Her drive and energy to fight had been greatly diminished. What more could this woman do to her really?

A shiver ran down her spine as she was pulled upright, there didn't seem to be any rush. Paige was slow and deliberate, tugging the limp wolf to lean up against her body as she was raised up. She swallowed hard, eyes clamping shut as her skin brushed over every curve of her foe’s body, trying to force back the rush of excitement she felt, trying to harness it into something useful she could use to take advantage of.

As her body rested upright to Paige's, her eyes partially opened to peer into those delighted azures. She didn't feel like herself, like a person. This gaze made her seem so small, so powerless, so weak… so wrapped around this woman's finger she had lost her sense of identity, pride, everything that made her who she was. Her golden eyes drifted to the side, her shame was handled quietly with the last vestiges of dignity she could muster.

Her head dipped, biting her lip when fingers slipped down over her backside, circling her tender rear, pulling her closer. Pressed to Paige's body she soaked in the woman's heat, let herself become one with this new thing she had been so reluctant to embrace. Paige's words drew her back in, head turning to look up to the woman with her head down cast. It was only when her lips were offered did she raise her head just enough to let the mistress claim what she wanted from the lone wolf.

“Mmmph!” Despite her willingness, her body protested once the two were locked in. Her hands found Paige’s hips to try and push away. Her back arched leaning as she could to try and free herself from Paige’s grasp. The last efforts of the defeated to muster her power. The crowd had been pulled into what they thought was the end, but like a yo-yo it came back making them believe and hope.

Lucia’s struggles weakened as Paige pressed on with their kiss, drawing out her fight, clouding her mind, easing her into her own end. Her pushes slowly became light paws, her protests faded to hums and it was over. Lucia’s hands fell away leaving her arms to dangle, her body bending to align itself with Paige as she moaned softly into their kiss.

“Mmm…” Her lips quivered, a sheepish tongue allowed her foe entry, to roam throughout her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered leaving her lids lowered but not shut as she once bright eyes seemed to have dulled without the competitive fire that once burned behind them. She hadn't tapped, there had been no verbal admission of defeat, but she had surrendered all the same. This was all too much for her… Paige was too much for her… she lost

Feeling that rebellious fire of Lucia's dwindle away into a snuffed out and smoldering kindling merely cemented, in Paige's mind, what had perhaps been obvious for quite some time. That this lovely contest of theirs was all but decided apart from the mere formality of pinning her to the canvas for three seconds. While she could have simply taken the easy route and pinned Lucia after the DDT...where was the fun in ending matters on such a mundane note? Her flair for the theatrical compelled her to make a grand exposition of Lucia's fall from grace and truly appreciate the depths to which she had fallen. The once ravenous and disobedient wild child having been stripped of all of her false bravado and left to squirm meekly to indulge in the lustful seeds of corruption Paige had planted in her head~...

...though somewhere in the middle of their luscious kiss, Paige started to fall out of character a bit. The possessive kneading of Lucia's toned ass becoming more like a tender massaging as Paige's heart started fluttering from finally having the Wolf-girl be hers...even if it was only for this one picturesque moment in time. Lucia wasn't the only one to have questions that needed to be answered as to what these feeling were inside of her, the passionate kiss between them was becoming more like star-crossed lovers out of a teenage drama than the heroine/villianess of this particularly story. The sweltering warmth making it harder to even imagine peeling herself away from Lucia, but all good things...

"Mmm...consider that something to remember me by..." Paige wearily stated after tilting her back just enough to end their kiss, but not enough to keep from panting softly against eachother's lips. "I really did have fun tonight, you know...What say you come find me when you're ready to pick up where we left off? I'll be eagerly awaiting our reunion, my dear wittle wolfie~..." Paige last words coming off like teasing baby talk as she gave Lucia a cute eskimo kiss, her sinful smile never abating even when she was put Phase Two of her grand finale into action. Paige stepped back and tilted to the side before wrapping her arms around the wolf-girl's waist. Before she knew it Lucia would find herself upside down with a faceful of Paige's crotch and in one of the most precarious posiitons in the game. Paige would take some steps so they could get center stage/ring before dropping to her knees for the Goodnight part of her Long Kiss Goodnight piledriver finisher.

Lucia’s faint squirms had started to coming a longing need for closeness. Her body pressed up against her captor. She hadn't the energy to contribute, she wasn't even certain she could stand on her own power. She didn't want to stand though… she wanted to be laid back onto the canvas. She wanted Paige on top of her… her hands lightly reached out to hold the Mistress's hips as she bumped her own into the woman urged on by the hands playing over her backside.

It was never like this in the past. Former relationships or tiny trysts she had back in the States. It had always just been a relaxing release in the heat of the moment. She never needed to work for it or against it. This was different, this had been a battle. She never felt so utterly powerless when placed in a position like this. She had always been in control, an active participant. She didn't feel like she had a choice here. Paige had worked down her defenses and simply set up shop.

Even in her shame, her mind berating her for letting this happen to her, she couldn't really bring herself to hate it. Was this like it what it would always be like to lose here, is this what her opponents would feel like if she dominated their every thought and feeling?

She was given enough release to lean away, panting lightly as she remained in her grasp, not wanting to be let go. “This isn't over…” She assured Paige quitely. Clearly she wasn’t talking about this match, but whatever came next. Even if she were physically capable of continuing their fight, she wouldn't have gotten anywhere against another kiss or grope.

Lucia was scooped up and turned upside down, her long black hair hanging down around her head. Her arms hung down at her side while her legs remained pointed towards the sky. Blood rushed to her head as her hazy mind struggled to understand what was happening.

Face buried between Paige’s legs, she could.feel the moisture pressed against her cheeks and lips. The scent of the woman was overpowering, intoxicating. Despite herself, she nuzzled up against the clothed womanhood, sighing softly. She didn't understand the danger of the position she was in. Perhaps it was for the best.

“Agrgh!” Her body tensed on impact before ever bit of her went limp. She would dangle in Paige's arm until she such a time she was set free to fall into a crumpled pile on the mat. Her mind drifted in an out of consciousness as she seemed incapable of doing anything to defense herself further.

With the Grand Finale of their first cinematic encounter drawing to it's conclusion, Paige was already beginning to feel a palpable sense of ennui from knowing that their time together was soon to be ended. What she could have given to have them continue this lovely little foray backstage without rules, restrictions , or really any semblance of a match at all so long as she had unfettered access to her lovely wolfie and all of her precious dominatrix toys.

But Paige was a consummate actor and professional at heart, and one of the core tenements of building up a worthwhile performance was to leave your audience wanting more. The audience in this case being her scruffy-wolf pet, whom Paige wanted to dream of this very night for months to come. She wanted the corrupting seed she planted in Lucia's head to bloom and flourish until she longed to be embraced by Mistress Paige once more. Psychological warfare also being a handy tool for any aspiring supervillian looking for creative ways to torture their heroic nemesis~...

Paige shivered and purred from feeling Lucia willingly snuggle against her nethers like that. It warmed Paige's evil, stone-cold villainous heart to feel how far the once disobedient and rebellious wolf-dog had fallen. She lovingly held Lucia tighter while nuzzling against the wolf-girls' crotch and it's tender feel and inviting warmth...but none of this was going to stop the piledriver from going down, literally. The domme immediately releasing Lucia to flop forward with ring ropes still shaking, and Paige sneering downward at the fallen wolf-hero.

"...Mmm...I certainly hope not." Paige uttered in response to Lucia's final words as she licked her lips in appreciation of how beautiful the wolf-girl looked when she was a broken, disheveled shell of her former self. She than started crawling over the nigh-unconscious wolfen to tug back one of her long legs and hook the back of her knee under the domme's armpit. A possessive, almost predatorial pin attempt being used to score Paige's first win as she lurched over Lucia, the plump softness of Paige's rump shuffling over Lucia's mumbling face. The pin-stripped official than collapsing to the canvas to start doing one of the sole jobs she had for this match, a silenced and disillusioned audience being too stunned by the upset win to muster up too many boos. The stilted booing and eerie silence perhaps saying more than words ever could.

It was true many were stunned to silence at the down fall of their heroine. A promising debut turned to a downward spiral into depravity. While many had wanted the wolf girl to banish the vile temptress back to whence she came, nobody could really deny the unexpected downfall hadn't made for an incredibly interesting exchange. The Mistress wasn't the only one to find beauty in Lucia’s defeat, in fact both woman had likely gotten a fair share of fans because of it.

A heroine from the big screen, one that had vanquished countless forces of evil, laid siege to the forces of darkness, and triumphed every time no matter how bleak it all seemed. She lay before Paige in utter defeat, motionless. Paige hadn't been the only one to find beauty in her downfall, in fact many seemed to be enjoying the sight of the broken wolf girl in shambles on the canvas. It had been an overwhelming upset for most in attendance, one that would spawn a debate over what had happened long after this match would have ended.

Lucia had been made to look like a fool. Seduced, abused, and conquested by a woman who arguably had no right to beat her tonight. Paige’s cunning and skill, while perhaps in doubt early into the evening, had made quite the impression with the fans as much as it had with the lone wolf. She hadn't been ready to step into the ring with a woman like Paige. She wasn't sure, in truth, she ever would be ready.

In her entire career, she had ever only been knocked out one time. A stunt gone wrong had taken the woman off her feet and straight to a hospital when she missed a cue to duck and paid for it with a concussion. Tonight, it had happened again. Sprawled out on the mat, her eyelids fluttered but there seem so little life behind her hollow gaze.

Paige found it easy to position herself over top of her fallen enemy. Lucia’s leg tucked under her arm was little more than dead weight. The Mistresses heart shaped bottom nestling down against her head to make the lone wolves shallow breathing muted.

“One!”

Lucia’s fingertips twitched, her mind was muddled, unaware of what was happening beyond she didn't want to be here, like this, under this woman. Her hand weakly pawed at Paige’s thighs, as if she wanted to grab hold to throw the woman, but there was nothing behind it. She might as well have been a child.

“Two!”

Her leg tensed in Paige grasp, pulling at the woman grip. Once, twice… that was it. The extent of her protests. Hands slips away as her arms unfolded back onto the canvas, far too exhausted to even try to fight. She lost. To this detestable, despicable… incredibly attractive woman. She had never been so conflicted over something in her entire life.

“Three!”

While the outcome of the match had left many in attendance flabbergasted at the unconventional ending to this conventional battle between good and evil, to Paige, it really shouldn't have come as a horrendous surprise nowadays. Especially considering Hollywood's recent trend of "subverting expectations" by taking stories in a bold new direction that skews away from your typical storytelling conventions. Today's movie going audience members were a jaded lot who had been predisposed to believe that justice always triumphs over wickedness by the end of the third act.

So imagine their slack-jawed shock from witnessing the once stalwart anti-hero, the pillar of righteousness and heroism who had overcome the odds with dual pistols and movie-star beauty over a career's worth of Summer blockbusters...was now laying there. Defeated, humbled, and seemingly entranced by the vivacious vixen who had made good on her earlier villainous monologing by taming the noble wolfen and shattering the unbeatable aura Lucia had carried over with her from her star-studded movie career. The internet was already aflame with people googling Paige's television history, and just who was this TV show villain who had bested one of the best in the business.

The bell had rung and her theme was playing, but Paige remained in place for several more seconds to let this moment sink in. Staring dead ahead into the hard camera with a sinister sneer she had been practicing in the mirror for weeks, ingraining the imagery of her predatorial position over Lucia into the minds of all who were watching before eventually crawling back to unseat herself from Lucia's softly panting face. She knelt beside the wolf-girl and propped her up to a seated position by tugging on her arm. She flicked her hair to to the side and began creepily licking the side of Lucia's face. The sinister mistress prolonging the one final act of branding degradation before letting Lucia collapse back down.

Mistress Paige arose and allowed the referee to raise her arm skyward, though Paige's exuberance and excitement from wondering just how much publicity this has garnered her suddenly wasn't at the forefront of her mind. With a wincing grimace after having her arm raised, Paige held her other shoulder and asked the referee...

"NNgh...excuse me...but which way is the infirmary again?"

"Huh?...Oh, it's down the hall on the right. Are you alright? D-Do you need me to call the EMT's?!"

"Nononono...I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a sore bruise here or there. But, umm. You might need one for her..."

Paige nudged her head towards Lucia before the referee would indeed bend to one knee and tend to the wolf-girl. She did her best not to let her concern for the fallen wolfen to show, she had to keep up appearances and what not. The "chemistry" they had together exceeding far beyond when two talented actresses can bounce off one another. Paige briefly reminisced towards their more intimate moments with a faint smile and lingering regret that their time together had come to a close. Still, she would maintain the illusion from any great performance by exiting the ring and waltzing up the ramp under her own will power. Though at a hobbled and wobbly stance, the beating Lucia had put her through suddenly coming back in full force. Who said actor's don't suffer for their art?

Lucia lay defeated as her enemy’s music filled the arena. Battered and feeble, she lay beneath her better taking in her lose and the woman's form pressed down over her. She couldn't bring herself to protest let alone even begin to attempt removing Paige from on top of her. Her eyes closed, head mulling to the side with a cheek pressed up against Paige’s leg. She didn't want to be here, the feeling only grew as her muddled mind cleared. She hoped playing dead would spare her further indignity.

The mistress was crawling off her, hopefully leaving her in the ring alone. She didn't open her eyes to look, just in case she was being watched. The tension was still there leaving her with an empty pit in her stomach. The faint movement beside her was so light she wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not until Paige grabbed hold of her arm to sit her up. Her immediate reaction was to tense, trying her hardest to not let on she was still conscious. Her eyelids shifted while Bethany's fingers brush her cheek, a faint bit of color rising on her cheek.

Paige's tongue dragged up along her warm cheek, getting a rise from her even over her attempts to remain unmoved. She gasped softly, grimacing as she was helplessly taken advantage of. She turned to turn away but by the time she had, the lone wolf was already being discarded. Her body fell back to the mat limply, rolling onto her side to obscure her face with a cascading veil of hair.

Her fingers curled into weak fists against the canvas, nostrils flaring as she remained down on the mat. Her golden eyes could see the ankles of Paige's boots, following them to the ropes before she left the ring. Even as the referee inquired to her well being she remained silent, watching the villainess leave. It wasn't until the trainers had been been called into the ring that she spoke up, sitting up with their help.

“I’m fine… I just need a moment.” Lucia pressed her hand into her cheek, dragging palm up along her cheek to wipe away the wet trail of saliva left by Paige with a look of mixed frustration and disgust. One of the trainers started to help her to her feet only to be shoved off. “Don't…” She snarled softly, her features softening as soon as she realized what she had just done to someone trying to just help her. “Sorry… I’m just… sorry.” With a soft sigh she started to rise on her own, wobbling on her feet. Friction staff gave her room, respecting her wishes. She even got a few cheers as she stood under her own power, though the gestures were meant to cheer her on they only digged at her deeper. It was a slow arduous path to get herself out of the ring and up the ramp but she did so with as much pride as she could muster while licking her wounds. She would head to the locker rooms first before seeking out medical staff, not looking to bump into Paige again backstage.