Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy

Styx admired Liberty's enthusiasm, the way she was just full to bursting with energy. She could have been someone's leader in another life, a strong fighter for change, the sort of person they write chapters about in history books. In this world, things wouldn't be so grand. But when someone finally sat down and wrote about the AFW's history in a few decades, she was sure the hardcore champion would be more than a footnote.

Styx stood up with Liberty and let the smaller - slightly - woman press up against her, so close she could smell the vodka coming out on her breath in hot waves. The hardcore champion definitely wasn't like the runway models and that made up 90% of the Friction roster, but she had a body that could pass for one. That made her hotter than all those bimbos put together. She didn't show it off. She didn't need to.

Styx took her glove off and ran her tongue along her own palm, making it glisten. "Deal." She shook her hand and held it tight, not squeezing too hard, but not making it easy to pull away, either.

She pulled Liberty in even closer and reached around her waist, finding her impressive ass easy enough. Her hand opened wide and squeezed hard, digging her nails into the succulent flesh for a moment before she started gently groping it. Styx brought her lips towards Liberty's but didn't kiss quite yet, wanting to see the champion's reaction first. They were dirty and sweaty from the match, in a room that smelled almost as bad. Both of them at different states of drunkenness. Fresh of discussing matters that could potentially get them locked up for decades.

Styx couldn't remember the last time she'd been this horny. With any luck, Liberty would feel the same way.

"Now." Her hot breath flowed into Liberty's mouth with every word. "About that ass of yours...what if I want to blow smoke up it?"

Libertyâ€s excitement intensified as Styx pulled her in close, hand reaching for her rear. She took a sharp intake of breath as those black lips hovered near her face.

Styx had already given her a lot. A free win, a dignified escape from an ass kicking, a confidence boost, a powerful alliance and a potentially devastating plan. Not to mention, a fair bit of alcohol. Now it seemed she was eager to give her even more. Liberty looked her over, the blondeâ€s fierce intensity taking on an extra dimension now that the physical attraction was out in the open.

Liberty smiled, as close to coy as she could manage. “Well… youâ€d better be fucking careful…” She wiggled her hips a little at the grip on her ass, pressing into Styxâ€s strong body. Her head tilted forwards so that their faces touched. “Because I have not gotten laid in weeks,” Liberty confessed breathily, “and I am damn near ready to explode.”

Abstinence had been forced on the black-haired girl by the PPV, and the brutal succession of low blows she had suffered. She wasnâ€t sure how much she should confess to Styx, but a monthâ€s worth of sexual frustration was certainly coming to a head. Now that release was on the cards, she could feel her whole body tingling in anticipation.

She leant in and pressed her mouth to Styxâ€s, emitting an eager moan as she did so.

Styx had many, many vices, but promiscuity wasn't one of them, and not for a lack of trying. She loved a good fuck, it was just hard to find someone who would put up with her long enough for that to happen. Most of the time in America had been spent in fight clubs, libraries, or hopping trains, none of which were good environments for picking up anything aside from diseases and bruises. Even though that lifestyle had changed in Japan, most people on this island weren't interested in a tall white girl who constantly smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. Go figure.

So, needless, to say, Styx was starving. And now that Liberty was on the table, she was going to feast.

The kiss was sloppy, wet and raw - everything Styx imagined it to be. She went wild on contact and her tongue plunged deep, rolling all around her fellow fighter's mouth, as if she were trying to map it out. Her grip tightened on Liberty's ass and her fingers started to crawl up the champion's skirt, slipping past the panties and feeling the flesh underneath. Styx let go of her hand and reached behind her back, dragging her nails down the Italian's back as she pushed forward and drove them towards the couch.

She chuckled into Liberty's mouth as the taste of her own vodka dominated her senses. Her predator eyes flashed, wild and free. Styx wanted to eat this girl alive and she looked like she was crazy enough to try.

Liberty rarely got involved with other women. But then, Styx was really not much like other women. The dark-haired girl had been feeling hot and lightheaded even before Styx began her lustful agression. In a moment, her mouth was filled with a probing, cigarette-tasting tongue, and grasping fingers were sinking into her derriere.

Her senses were reeling. Giddy, joyful - she knew her body wanted this. She didnâ€t know if she would be able to control her lust, but there was no sense in worrying about that now.

She moaned again into Styxâ€s mouth, and began to push her own tongue back against the aggressor. Her arms slipped around Styxâ€s waist, cradling the small of her back, fingertips sliding down and seeking out the blondeâ€s underwear.

Liberty thought she would be able to steady herself by hugging onto Styxâ€s body, but she was mistaken. Nails raked her back in a sharply sensuous statement of intent, and the blonde pushed forwards. Liberty felt herself losing ground, and stumbling backwards. Overwhelmed, inelegant, she flopped heavily onto the couch, sitting down hard on the worn furniture.

Reclining back in her seated position, Styx standing above her, she felt blitzed. The other girlâ€s eyes were blazing, and Liberty held her gaze for a beat. Then, with a quickness and an urgency, she pulled her white top up and over her head. The swift movement freed her big, pale breasts. Liberty smiled for another beat. Then she playfully threw her crumpled clothing at Styxâ€s head.

Styx's tongue beat a momentary retreat as Liberty's pushed back, but it quickly gathered strength and fought the invader back, starting another wrestling match in their mouths. Winding around each other, sloshing about, exchanging spit and probably one or two other fluids. She pressed hard, almost to the point of pain. The only break in the action was the lewd smile that crept along her lips, as Liberty's fingers went on a desperate search for her underwear. They'd come up empty - Styx wasn't wearing any. Maybe it was just the rare laundry day, maybe she'd anticipated that she might be fucking the hardcore champion today and wanted as few obstacles as possible. Who could say?

Styx started to close in when Liberty hit the couch, but she only took one step before the show made her stop. Liberty's breasts had been on her mind since the start of their match - granted, she wasn't the sort of person who would ever let a pair of tits distract her from pouring on the damage, but a set like those could never be completely ignored. Now, they were there, uncovered. They just begged to be touched, licked, sucked, fondled, and so many other things. Even she couldn't help a little gasp in amazement.

Until Liberty's shirt flopped in her face and obscured the view.

"Fuck!" Styx cursed, but when she pulled the shirt away, the playful, crazed, lustful smile was still there. She wouldn't have been nearly as happy with some girl that just laid back and took it. LIberty was a fun fuck. "Tch. Bitch."

She reached at her sides and pulled her own shirt up, revealing her tattered body. Scratches. Cuts. A bruise where Liberty kicked her stomach just a few minutes ago. She had seen the worst of America, and she showed from the experience. But it had made her stronger, and that showed, too. Her body was solid and firm, with a modest rack. Perky and pert. She wasn't a model, she could never be, but this body suited her and she wouldn't trade it if she had the chance.

She tossed the shirt in Liberty's face and jumped on her lap right after. Their chests pressed together and she gave the champion a sharp bite on the neck, quickly following it up with steamy kisses, throwing pain and pleasure in a quick mix. "Gonna make you scream for that." She dragged her tongue along the tooth mark.

“Yeah…” purred Liberty with a challenging grin on her face. She could be a bitch if she wanted to, no doubt about that. And while she badly needed Styx, she sensed that this wouldnâ€t really be a scented-candles-and-sensual-stroking-type affair.

She continued to purr as she looked up at the blondeâ€s topless body. A nice pair of breasts, somehow made all the more alluring by the chiselled, battle-hardened figure behind them. Statuesque, though in the more masculine sense of the word, which Liberty found enticing. It promised no quarter, but it did promise a good hard fuck.

Liberty grunted as she got a face full of clothing in return, infused with the scent of Styxâ€s body. Before she could finish shaking that free, she found herself straddled. Her back arced as the other girl went for her neck, yelping a little at the vampiric nip.

“Ohh… youâ€d better,” she replied, dizzily looking up at the ceiling as Styx provocatively licked the bite mark.

The sat-upon girl squirmed, pushing their topless chests together. With Styx in her lap and at her neck, she was feeling very much in the grip of the muscular blonde. That didnâ€t mean she couldnâ€t have her own fun, though. Her free hands would go up to Styxâ€s back, running her nails down the warm, sweaty flesh. Her fingers then slid beneath the waistline of Styxâ€s pants, cupping and kneading her ass cheeks.

Libertyâ€s heart was pounding and her sex was aching with lust. Her flustered state was probably pushing the alcohol through her system a lot faster, because she was getting increasingly light-headed.

“Youâ€d better give it to me good,” she added breathlessly, turning her head a little to see if she could nip at the lobe of Styxâ€s ear.

Styx loved the feel of Liberty's fingers going to work, of having her ass massaged by hands every bit as strong as her own. But when Liberty started asking for the rough treatment, Styx laughed. A harsh laugh that was almost more of a growl, but a laugh all the same.

Not because it was a weird request - she had every intention of going at Liberty with the same fierce gusto she'd bring to the ring, holding absolutely nothing back. No, Styx was just laughing with amazement. For the first time, she had a girl under her that could take everything she could dish out and still want more. On top of that, the nibbling at her ear tickled.

"Oh, I will." She started to adorn Liberty's body with kisses and bites, making her way down the champion's chest step by step. Each movement was random, trying to take her by surprise again and again. Sometimes Styx would gently lick. Sometimes she'd run her full tongue along, like she could lap the skin off her bones. Sometimes she would peck. Sometimes she would smash her lips down. Sometimes she would delicately nibble. Sometimes she would fiercely gnaw.

The slow march abruptly stopped when Styx made her way to Liberty's breasts, however. She pulled away and stared at them for a moment, biting her lip, building anticipation. She didn't leave Liberty without any stimulation - her hand wandered down and a curious finger slipped under the panties and ran along her slit. But that was just a tease. A little something to keep her simmering. Styx was going to do so much more.

She arched her back and dropped down, nice and slow, her lips drawing closer and closer to Liberty's right tit. "Tell me who you are." Her tongue darted out when she was close enough and licked the nipple, slapping it back and forth a few times before drawing a circle around it with her saliva. "Tell me why I should fuck you so hard."

Half of it was Styx wanting to get heated up by Liberty's words. Half of it was just curious what her hazy mind would come up with.

Libertyâ€s teeth released Styxâ€s ear and she lay back on the sofa, sighing happily as the blondeâ€s mouth moved down her body. She took tremulous breaths at the ever-changing approach, from tender kisses, through to lustful biting. Liberty almost winced, not so much from the pain, which she found enervating, but the anticipation. Although she was greedily grabbing at Styxâ€s butt, the straddled girl still found herself in the more submissive position, at the mercy of the whims of her host. She shivered with barely-suppressed pleasure at the feel of a controlled finger inside her panties, and could only respond by moaning and tensing her own fingertips into the flesh of Styxâ€s ass cheeks.

Her buxom breasts the next target, Liberty felt her anticipation heighten. The attention was making her nipples so hard, and so sensitive, and yet for all the delicious attention she was getting, Liberty knew that her chaotic partner could easily punish her with a switch to painful biting at any time.

“I….” Liberty gasped as she tried to marshal her addled thoughts. “I donâ€t take orders from anyone,” she breathed, husky but assertive. This was both a challenge to Styxâ€s request, but also fulfilling it at the same time. She could play games too, she thought with a smile.

“I never back down,” she continued. “I put my body on the line to get what I want, but I do get it.” She moved her right hand back up Styxâ€s body, gently massaging her fingers into the blondeâ€s hair and cradling her head. Of course, this was the same hand that had been coated with both their saliva, but concerns like that werenâ€t registering now.

“And right now I want you. Fighters like us never open up, but now I want to see what thatâ€s like. And you do too, so donâ€t get fucking coy with me,” she added with a grin. At that, she would use her hold on Styxâ€s head to pull the blondeâ€s face into her big, glistening cleavage, giving her a playful breast smother before letting her go.

Sure enough, Liberty's words lit a fire under Styx. It wasn't just the things she said, but the way she said them. She had conviction. Passion. Energy. This wasn't the sort of girl that half-assed anything she did, and knowing that made Stxy all the more eager to fuck the daylights out of her.

It also helped that she'd never seen those words delivered from a body with such a nice part of tits, either, and as Liberty spoke, Styx pressed her face against them and nuzzled like the were they most comfortable thing in the world. Hell, they might have been, who could say? She had a hard time imagining anything soft, this inviting, and yet this delicious. Breasts like these begged to be touched. Even worshipped.

As it turned out, she wouldn't have much choice in the matter. The next thing Styx knew, her head was brought into the most pleasant hell imaginable. Liberty's scent filled her nostrils. Her flesh ran all over her face. She could hear the sounded of sticky skin smacking and sliding, a lewd noise as their bodies connected. Her taste was salty and scrumptuous, filling her mouth as she moaned and futily tried to suck in air. And her sight was nothing but darkness, covered by those breasts everywhere she looked.

All five senses. Liberty became her world for a moment.

She gasped as she was released from the heavenly prison, sucking in deep breaths as she looked up at her jailor. Styx ran her tongue around her lip, getting a little more of Liberty's flavor. "Yes, ma'am." Those words sounded like an alien language coming from her.

She stopped teasing as Liberty's pussy and drove her fingers straight in, pushing in with three and letting them dance about her folds, stroking and pushing and spreading those lips as they moved about. Her spare hand reached up and reached into Liberty's long hair, gripping it tight and tugging at the champion's skull, wrenching her head around.

But the chest, that was where the real action was. Styx went into a frenzy, pressing her lips against Liberty's tit and sucking away it, bringing as much of it in her mouth as she could be letting it go with an audible 'SMACK'. Before the breast could even settle and stop jiggling, Stxy was on it again with her teeth, seizing the nipple between them and nibbling away. She didn't bite hard enough to break skin, even though she could have with ease. She straddled the thin line between pain and pleasure, squeezing at it just hard enough to leave a mark, then soothing it with a few flicks of the tongue.

Liberty grinned as she clutched Styx to her cleavage, rubbing the blondeâ€s face firmly between her breasts. It really wasnâ€t something she had envisaged doing when she first met the hardcore fighter; in fact, the disconnect in subjecting the rough girl to such a soft and sensual smother somehow made it even more exciting. Especially so when the blonde called her “maâ€am” after freeing her face.

In fact, Styx was getting her to do quite a lot of things she hadnâ€t initially envisaged doing, but she wasnâ€t going to analyse that now. Lust was rapidly clouding her mind and it was starting to take real effort not to lose her last vestiges of self-control.

The worshipping of her breasts was slowly sending her into raptures, but the fingers in between her thighs really got her attention, too. Her hips tensed as she felt her sex stimulated and penetrated. She was really on the edge now, a month of sexual frustration leaving her ready to come fast and hard. Liberty felt the need fiercely in the pit of her stomach, almost angry at herself for the strength of her own desperation. She actually froze a little on the couch, not wanting her writhing to push her into an early orgasm. Though frankly, she was halfway there already.

The duality of wanting but not wanting was mirrored in the pleasure and pain that Styx was gleefully administering with her mouth.

“Bitch,” Liberty yelped happily. “You bitch, youâ€ve got me…”

Close to the edge, the black-haired girl abandoned the pretence of fairness in their fondling, withdrawing her hands from Styxâ€s pants, using one hand to caress her loverâ€s firm body, whilst she lustfully bit her own fingertips on the other.