Ren/Jess

//"And there's Jess the Beheader coming up from behind with her signature skull-cracker, oooh, he doesn't stand a chance between the vice-like grip of those thighs!"//

Ren hits pause on the tape for maybe the fifth time, silencing the shrill yell of the commentator. Jess remains frozen on the screen, her bare legs around some poor fool of a heel she's already forgotten the name of. /All/ of her looks good, from the her long ginger curls to her bare feet, but her thighs are a league of their own, corded muscle and fat obvious even through the grain of fantasy television.

Ren's hand shifts in her pants, rubbing at herself. What would those thighs feel like around her face? She can barely think of it too long without heat burning at her clit. The intimidating notion of how a dwarf that strong could snap a drow like her /totally/ worked for her. She plays the video again, to keep from thinking on it too hard.

//"Alix Punche doesn't look like he's going well… The Beheader is almost TEASING him!! LOOK at that slap to the face, she's having a GREAT time here in the ring tonight, toying with her prey!!"//

Ren doesn't even realise her hand is at her cheek, mirroring the hit, until she feels the warmth of her own face on her palm. /Gosh/. She's been hit before, a couple times. By accident, or rowdy bar patrons. Nothing she couldn't brush off. But this… Jess looks /hungry/ for it. Like she's /loving/ making a mess of this guy. Ren doesn't remember ever being hit like that before.

She lets her fingers slide deeper between her folds, two of them thrusting shallow inside herself. She's soaked, which is embarrassing, since she's watching a goshdang all-ages wrestling match from at least a couple years ago. Still, her fingers remain pumping inside her where she sits on the edge of her bed, and she doesn't so much as blink.

//"OOOOHHH!!!"//

Is all the commentator can manage, and Ren has to agree with him. Alix Punche is slammed face-down into the mat, Jess using her famed ability to throw her opponent's weight back against them to send him crashing to the ground. The ref counts to seven before he struggles up, shaky but a persistent little roach. Jess' fiery eyes at the challenge makes Ren's whole body shiver.

//"Wh-What's this?! Jess the Beheader is throwing out the rulebook to choke Alix down!! Our challenger is back on the floor, Jess' knees on his shoulders, and- WOW, folks, she is NOT messing around!! One hand around his throat and the other-- yes, it looks like- IN HIS MOUTH!!"//

Ren whines loud, face prickling as she wraps a hand over her throat and squeezes. /Like Jess would/. She keeps her other hand deep inside herself, the angle of her wrist providing friction to her clit, and she comes wishing she had those thick fingers in her mouth.

//"Let's give a hand to our challenger, Alix Punche, who sure tried his best tonight!!"

"Booo!!!!" "Go home loser!" "JESS! JESS! JESS!"//

The tape keeps playing, unperturbed by Ren's defiling of it. She flops back on her bed, regaining her ability to breathe as the heel is carted off-stage and Jess is worshipped by the crowd.

From where she lies, Ren makes a shameful moment of eye contact with her Jess the Beheader poster on the ceiling above her. Well. Not /just/ the crowd.