Tifa waited too long to win

“Bitch, you’re not fit to touch my crown!” spat Peach as try to regain control of her body. But Tifa’s Materia magic was too strong. “You’re nothing without that damn Mat-“, the pink princess yelled before Tifa gave several kicks to her guts. The busty bartender then grabs her hair and drops her next to her red shoes.

“Kiss your princess’s shoe!” Tifa ordered wiggling her foot in Peach’s face.

“Never you whore,” the proud ruler of the mushroom kingdom sobbed. Angered by her response Tifa bent down and gave another slap to her face.

“You got a strong will don’t you Peach?” Tifa laughed looking down on the princess. “I don’t like that. Now kiss it!”

“It’s PRINCESS Peach to you,” Peach responded. But once again using her mighty Materia Tifa **** Peach’s full lips to pucker up and kiss the end of her shoe.

“Now was that so hard?” Tifa giggled. “Now me and you are going to show our lovely audience something they’ll never forget. You’re lucky that Yuffie stole my stronger ones last night. But these will have to do” With that Tifa reveal another Materias. “. Since you won’t cooperate let’s see if a little lightning in your worthless pussy won’t change your mind.” Her glove once again glow a bright yellow and Peach’s body was **** to sit up. Her flawless legs were than **** to spend open. “Why thank you!” the brawler smiled as she slips her lightning Materia into Peach’s lovely pink vag.

Instantly the pink princess’s pussy glow green and sent jolts of pressure into Peach’s body. Little moans escape Peach’s mouth. “Is…Is that all you got?”

Tifa didn’t want to admit it, but Peach was much harder opponent than she once thought. Peach’s vag glowed an even brighter as Tifa increase the lv to its limit. Peach’s body was sent pleasure that Peach never felt before. Loud moans escaped Peach’s soft lip, but she was determined to win. “Is that enough for you whore?” laugh Tifa waiting for Peach lose it.

Almost ten minutes had past and Peach still didn’t cum yet! The busty bartender was shocked. There was no way someone like Peach could last that long, she thought. She herself wouldn’t last a minute under that much waves of pleasure. It was time to end it. Tifa was going to have to manipulate Peach into submission.

“Well enough playing if you Peach.” Tifa bitterly laughed. “You were a good opponent. Who am I kidding you’re just a warm up.” The fighter’s glove again glows yellow. But this time Peach felt nothing. Her body was no longer controlled by the Manipulate and Lightning Materia. Tifa’s mp had run out. “What the fuck?” Tifa cried in frustration as she realize she had wasted too long to end it.

“Looks like your toys ran out of juice.” The lovely princess taunted weakly as she stood up with the help of the ropes. Even if Tifa’s secret weapon didn’t finish her off it did leave her in a horrible situation. No matter what Peach won’t let this common slut have the best of her. “I’ll be taking my crown back bitch.”

“Yea right,” Tifa barked. “I don’t need Materias to beat you.” The brawler smiled getting into her classic fighting stance. “You’re in no shape to win.”