No, she fights back

Akali groaned as the Kraken Priestess' hand continued its sensual ministrations on her cock. She wanted nothing more than to fight back and dominate the big, brutish whore, but she was completely and totally pinned; the only thing she could move was her arms, but Illaoi was far too sturdy to merely be shoved off.

A rather underhanded idea came to the Ionian's mind; it was cheap, but possibly her only method of escape. With the clock ticking on her own orgasm and her consciousness fading due to the brutal face-fucking, she simultaneously moved both of her arms in a last ditch effort to resist her opponent.

Akali's right hand gripped the base of Illaoi's meaty shaft, wrenching it out of her mouth before stroking it at a break neck pace. Under normal circumstances, Illaoi would have merely forced her cock back into the Ionian's throat, but she was preoccupied with Akali's left hand, which had snaked its way between her thighs. Akali used her index finger to lightly prod at the Kraken Priestess' asshole, eliciting a rather uncharacteristic groan of approval from the larger woman.

Her hands worked in unison, one furiously jerking the woman off while the other teased and poked around her ass. Her hand slid up and down Illaoi's shaft with ease due to the slickened sheen of her own saliva that covered it. It became quite clear to the Ionian that Illaoi was enjoying this even more than she predicted. The sensual handjob that had gotten Akali _so _close to cumming had grinded to a halt, the dark-skinned woman now far too enraptured in the throes of pleasure to properly administer such a task, much less fend off her ministrations.

Akali grinned as she inserted her index finger inside Illaoi's ass, earning a much louder, more intense moan from her challenger. Akali hammered her digit in and out of the dark puckered hole, intensely fingering Illaoi's ass. The Kraken Priestess' eyes had shut tightly in response, her face the picture perfect representation of someone on the edge of cumming their brains out.

Illaoi seemed as though she had surrendered, or at least had lost her will to fight. She merely rested atop her opponent, straddling the woman's breasts as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Akali could tell that if she kept up her current ministrations, her opponent would cum in only a few short seconds. Part of her wanted to get it over with here and now so that she could claim her victory, but another part wanted to humiliate the large woman even further.