Love and Passion: Zulime Lafitte vs Aphrodite, Love of the World in a Hentai Match

Aphrodite could know it when she saw it that she was looking across from someone that was rather her equal if not better, though she wasn't going to say that, "Hold off on the sex then, beat each other to a pulp, best woman fucks the other? I'll gladly take you up on that, be much easier to wipe the floor with you that way and much more enjoyable after," with a finger pointed to the side of her lips. Zulime had came near to ending the match for Aphrodite and leaving her a mess on the floor.

She began to strut towards Zulime, closing the gap between the two as they were about to face off once again, hands at her hips and focused entirely on her opponent. Regardless what would happen next, the goddess was going to make this Cajun wench submit to her will, even if she had to push it all to the very limit of the rules or her own body if she had to.

"Don't blink," she spoke before just at the last moment that the goddess would go attempt a tackle, trying to bring both of them down back to the mat. Aphrodite was going to make her pay.

Zulime was standing tall. She was one who had an impressive amount of confidence, even when that confidence wasn't always necessarily warranted. The Cajun girl put on a big show of taunting her beautiful opponent, and prayed that she had the wherewithal to back it up. She usually preferred matches that ended with the most amorous of all endings in the ring. While there was still very strong potential for that, there was also a very solid chance that someone would get rocked before then. Zulime was confident in her wrestling skills, but the fact that Aphrodite was so much more confident was greatly unnerving to her.

Zulime tried her damnedest not to blink, but that didn't do her much good. The Goddess was on her. She tried to widen her stance and power through it, but Aphrodite was a wrecking ball. In an instant, the Riverboat Queen went flying backwards and skidded across the mat before coming to a halt.

Aphrodite her to not blink and it appeared Zulime hadn't gotten the memo in time as she was now the aggressor, battering the Cajun down to the ground with a tackle. She'd quickly move capitulate, rushing forward to get a top her and bringing a hand to clutch around her opponents throat. The free left hand would mimic a claw and would savagely go at Zulimes sex, pulling away at any fabric that was before it to try and bring her fingers inside.

Her face looked like that of a psychopath, starting down at her with a grimacing smile, "Though I'm impatient and I want it now!" she declared, fingers pushing in at the entrance of her sex.

Zulime was not having the greatest time of her life at the moment. Aphrodite was a powerful woman, and even if she weren't being form tackled by anyone was bound to hurt a ton. The Riverboat Queen was not able to recover in time when Aphrodite seized her throat. Zulime clutched at her throat, doing what she could to pry her opponent's hands away so that she could breathe. Aphrodite's next few moves showed her that the hand on her throat was far from her biggest threat.

Zulime's sex was exposed to the world, then something far worse than that happened soon afterwards. Her opponent's fingers went into her sex. Instantly, Zulime's knees knocked together and a deep moan emanated from her lips. Aprhodite may have wanted it now, but as much as Zulime hated to admit it, she wanted it now too.

Face only inches away, Aphrodite would go in for a kiss as she held Zulime down, keeping her pinned and at what she hoped her mercy, going to town on her unprotected sex, fingers prodding inside her, making sure she explored her just as much as the Cajun had explored her. She would have loved to set her up in a better position, one more favorable, but for now she was going to have to do with what she had on hand. She doubted however that she could even continue this for that long however, eventually Zulime would figure a way out somehow.

"My my, what an excellent taste you have," she spoke ending the kiss with a trail of drool between the too.

Zulime's teeth were gritted. The first few moans were nothing short of embarrassing for a woman who held her own opinion of herself in such high regard. When it came to what she did in her bedroom and across hundreds of bedrooms sprinkled throughout Tokyo, she was fully in favor of the fact that you should let it all out and moan and shake and yell out how much fun you were having. But that wasn't what was happening here. This was at least meant to be competitive. So she was doing her best to ignore the fact that her sex was now sending waves of raw pleasure into her body, making her downright crazy with raw pleasure.

She had to fight back. Zulime pushed as hard as she could against Aphrodite. All that she had to do was create enough space to slip her knee between the two of them, and from there she would be able to push with her powerful legs. But that specific chain of events seemed impossible to pull off, given where she was. The Riverboat Queen tried anyways. If you had the power of the swamps on your side, a lot of things were possible.

Aphrodite was focused, in the zone as you could call it as she viscously fingered her opponent's sex, trying to make the Cajun beg for release of some kind, any kind. She was ruthless, crazed maybe as she began to laugh a little in a true heelish fashion that one like herself would do. In her own mind this match was over with, all she had to do was finish the job and be done with it. That's what she thought as she tried adding a second finger into the mix, hoping that would be enough to break Zulime's willpower.

It wasn't meant to be however as legs that had been slowly making their way into position and kicked her off. The kick would send Aphrodite tumbling over herself, falling against the ropes disoriented.

Zulime had earned herself some freedom. It was only by the slimmest of margins that she managed to escape to safety, but here she was, totally free of Aphrodite's clutches. It was not a moment too soon. Zulime rolled away, and stood up. As much as she wanted to, she could not unleash some devastating taunt that would mentally destroy her opponent.

The largest reason for that was she was concentrating on just standing up. She had only survived not cumming by the skin of her teeth, and that much was obvious by the fact that her knees were knocking together so much. Zulime always liked putting on airs of a genteel and easy grace, but now she was having a very hard time of it, which made her feel even more like she was a sitting duck.

Aphrodite groaned out, rubbing her head as she tried to shake her disorientation off, Zulime having escaped her machinations much to her distaste. She wasn't going to let this bimbo swamp witch off so easily as she got back up on to her feet, a little shaky as she tried to reorient herself and preparing to go after Zulime once again into the brink. She'd have the Cajun groveling at her feet by the end of this match if it was the last thing she did.

The blonde goddess would rush forward, aiming to try and clothesline Zulime, anything to knock her back down and stop her opponent right in her tracks. The attack was mildly wild, more brute force than directly thought out. The goddess wanted to bring her down in more ways than one, "Hraww!!" she cried out charging her.

Zulime saw Aphrodite coming on. The muscles in her legs were strong, but right now they had all the solidity of a piece of yarn. The heavy footfalls came across the ring hard, and Zulime knew that it would not be to give her a hug. At least not a hug that the Riverboat Queen would have appreciated to any real degree. She was there, trying to bend her knees so that she could absorb the damage, absorb the shock that came to her.

But she might as well have tried to stop the tide. Immediately, Zulime was sent flying backwards and crashing down to the mat, her arms and legs flying akimbo.