Sora Mizumi vs. Tsuki-hime

Tsukiâ€s tremendous laughter only made it feel worse for Sora. She buried her head into the mat once more in humiliation. Tsuki had more than just beaten her; sheâ€d broken her too, and that just made it too much to bear. “mmmf...” Sora would let out as Tsuki ruffled her hair once more. Her usual perkiness was gone, replaced with mortification and exhaustion. She felt like a child, like a toy, just being played with by Tsuki.

As Tsuki began rubbing expertly again though, such thoughts would quickly disappear from Soraâ€s mind. Sora would begin squirming underneath Tsuki in excitement as she felt herself building up once again. “ohh....mmmmm.....mmhh....ohh...h..himee.....ohhh....” sheâ€d let out, repeating Tsukiâ€s name, as Tsuki built her up to a wondrous climax. “Ohh....OHH...OOHHHHHHHH” Sora would moan out loudly, arching her head up as her eyes closed and her face froze in pleasure from the climax. A wet spot would form on Soraâ€s black spandex shorts around where Tsuki had been rubbing her, and the dark haired girl would once again flop forward onto the mat, barely conscious after her orgasm.

Azami laughed again as she forced her weakened opponent to burst inside her own pants. She's in complete control of the girl and loving how great it felt to her. The blue haired girl would keep rubbing Sora's crotch after her orgasm had finished to tease her a bit more, patting her head playfully with her other hand. Azami would get off Sora's back afterwards to roll the girl onto her back and bring her face closer to her opponent, smiling mischievously.

"Good girl~" Azami said in a sweet tone before she gave Sora a soft kiss on the lips. "Please don't think too badly of me, okay? I have nothing personal against you..." she whispered her words so only her opponent could hear her, before kissing her cheek.

The hime would stand up afterwards, looking at the crowds who cheered and booed her altogether with a triumphant smile. She would place one foot on Sora's chest lightly to make a victory pose, placing one hand on her hip while blowing kiss to the crowds in a sensual manner, earning herself more cheers than boos. She would walk towards the ropes to slide herself out afterwards and make her exit.

Lying on the ground, Sora could feel her warm wetness soaking through her underwear and spandex shorts, slowly absorbing further and further around her crotch. She was completely lost in the bliss of her orgasm, her mouth open dreamily as Tsuki continued rubbing her to make the absolute most out of it. Sora would lightly moan as Tsuki played with her hair once more, her short bob cut an absolute mess from her sweat and Tsukiâ€s constant teasing.

Being rolled softly onto her back, Sora would look up at Tsuki and mumble as the blue haired girl leaned in for a kiss. Sora wouldnâ€t protest, and would slightly kiss back as well. She was angry as hell inside, but it wasnâ€t every day that a girl as pretty as Tsuki took advantage of you. Feeling Tsuki kiss her cheek, Sora would let out another low moan, showing that she had actually heard Tsukiâ€s words, even in her barely conscious state.

As Tsuki posed above her, Sora would be laid out completely beneath her. It was quite a picture; the beautiful, posing Tsuki-hime with one foot on top of the downed Sora, sweating and exhausted, in her now wet shorts. The humiliation burned in Soraâ€s cheeks as she was forced to look up at the smiling and posing Tsuki. She was absolutely indignant with this final piece of humiliation; Tsuki flaunting her complete victory over Sora. Sheâ€d never ever been beaten by someone like this before. She wanted, no, needed revenge, at any costs over this girl.

As Tsuki left the ring, Sora would be left in the middle of it, laid out, still recovering. She would remain there for a while until she was finally able to pick herself up and move out of the ring; only the need for revenge after such a beating driving her.

Winner via submission: Azami "Tsuki-hime" Tsukimori