The Ninja (8-0) The Goddess (6-2)

Isis and the Ninja circle each other like they both remember the last time. Isis fights like she’s got a score to settle; the Ninja just wants to put her down and take what’s already hers. Isis has the edge in pure hunger, but the Ninja moves like nothing touches her. They lock up hard. Every grip is a threat. Isis gets a leg in and the Ninja twists free, slams her shoulder into ribs, drives her down. On the mat they grind, sweat mixing, Isis refusing to stay pinned. The Ninja twists an arm behind her back, slips a thigh between hers, and Isis bucks harder, ass lifting, trying to flip them. The Ninja stays on top, fingers digging into soft flesh, pulling Isis open, claiming the space between her cheeks with one deliberate thrust. Isis gasps, but she pushes back, taking it, then rolling hard to get the upper hand. They trade control in sharp bursts. The Ninja keeps the pressure on Isis’s ass, working her open, pushing deeper every time she gains the mount. Isis fights dirty, nails raking skin, hips grinding to throw the Ninja off balance. Neither gives an inch they don’t have to. The Ninja keeps coming, relentless, owning the rhythm until Isis is stretched wide and shaking, still snarling through every inch she loses.