A Long Night's Aftermath

by Daaharu Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:50 pm

Odessa peeled her eyes open and looked around tiredly. Out the window, she could see the sun burning brightly, high in the sky, perhaps even dipping slightly towards the western horizon. It was already afternoon, then. Odessa wasnâ€

t one to sleep in, but considering her activities of the night before, she could scarcely be called lazy. In fact, she had only gotten four or perhaps five hours of sleep that night.

She was wholly unfamiliar with her surroundings, though she did, in fact, know where she was. She had spent the better part of the night before and almost the whole morning here. But the room itself had not attracted much of her attention at all. No, her attention had been focused on the powerful, voluptuous woman who was sleeping beside herâ€”or, rather, entangled with herâ€”right at this moment.

The sex that Odessa and Isabella had had the night before was nothing short of legendary. It had been a sexual duel the likes of which even Odessa had never participated in before, a battle between two titanesses that had lasted for hour after hour after hour as each sought to prove her superiority and assert her dominance. It had started in a bar, when a friendly chat over drinks had turned into a fight, and a fight had turned into a sexfight. When they both managed to make the other cum simultaneously, they had retired to Isabellaâ€

s apartment for a more private battle. It had become a war of attrition, a long, hard slog that ultimately knocked both women out, their arms still wrapped around each other, their pussies practically glued together with their sticky juices, the sheets in which they were bundled soaked through with the same.

Odessa could still feel her heart beating swiftly. The battle had not been utterly even the whole time. While they had managed to bring each other to orgasm simultaneously several times over the course of the night, there had also been brief periods during which one woman or the other had managed to achieve dominance. Odessa remembered bending Isabella into all sorts of unique positions as she fucked the lighter-skinned wrestlerâ€

s pussy raw, feeling Isabella squirm impotently beneath her. And she could also remember vividly those times when Isabella had gained the upper hand, and had made Odessa scream in pleasure as she clutched the sheets, orgasming again and again and again.

In the end, neither had triumphed. Seven hours of sex had ended when the two combatants both fell unconscious after one last powerful mutual orgasm. A draw.

A draw that would need to be resolved. But, perhaps, it should not be resolved today. Odessaâ€

s limbs felt like noodles as she would slowly move a hand up to caress Isabellaâ€

s cheek. â€œPoor Bellaâ€¦so tiredâ€¦â€ she would whisper as she looked into her fellow queenâ€

s sleeping face.

by daemongirl Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:53 am

There had been no time for a tour the previous night but now that sunlight was streaming in through the window Odessa could see she was in the master bedroom of an apartment that was several floors up judging from the treetops she could see outside. The walls were painted a deep purple with plush white carpet covering the floor that she knew from personal experience the night before felt soft against naked skin, perfect for the events of the previous evening. It wasn't a cluttered room with only a dresser along one wall, an end table on the side of the bed Odessa was on, and a cabinet across from the bed with a small tv in it. On the walls were pictures of various buildings and in each one a group of children stood out in front of them, however if Odessa ever took a closer look she would notice there was only one child who was in every one of them, a girl with white hair who grew larger with each picture looked at from left to right. On the table beside her was an alarm clock that looked to have been broken a couple of times and a framed picture of Isabella and another woman, a beauty with brown hair who was hugging Isabella around the waist while they both laughed.

But the room wasn't what drew her gaze once she was awake, that honor went to the woman with long white hair that ran down to the middle of her back who laid beside her sleeping soundly even as Odessa stirred. It had been nothing short of a sexual marathon once they had arrived at Isabella's apartment, the pair having gone right past the living room and into the bedroom where they had spent the night locked together in a war for dominance over one another, one that would have likely still been going on if they hadn't each finally passed out from exhaustion in the seventh or eighth hour of sex. While the tides had turned first to one and then to the other neither woman had ever managed to gain true control of the other, Isabella not remembering any woman who could keep up with her like Odessa had, or at least not more than a couple.

Isabella might have slept happily for another hour or two but a light pressure upon her cheek, and the sound of a voice that had filled her dreams, woke the Northern Queen from her slumber. Her left eyelid fluttered open and for a few moments Isabella regarded Odessa in silence but then after a long yawn she opened her other eye and reached up to tap her fingers upon Odessa's cheek. "Its Isabella...and what if I am?" She replied softly as her body shuddered in a sort of morning stretch, her limbs spread out which brought her naked sex sliding over Odessa's in the process.

This brief touch reminded Isabella that they were still tangled up from the night's activities, her hands coming up to push gently against Odessa's mounds to separate them a bit as she rolled over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. It took a few seconds for her senses to return to her after such a deep sleep and when they did she realized just how dirty she felt, it wasn't a bad feel either as she knew why she felt sticky and that brought a smirk to her lips, but it did mean she would have to do laundry later to clean her sheets.

"So uhhh, good morning Odessa, welcome to my home." She said while laying there on her back, turning her head to glance over at the naked body of Odessa who looked even more lovely in the daylight, though she wasn't going to tell her that.

by Daaharu Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:07 am

Odessa took in the roomâ€

s decorations for the first time as her eyes adjusted to the light of the mid-afternoon sun. She had to admire Isabellaâ€

s sense of style when it came to her accommodations. The deep, royal purple of the walls was soothing, and sent a very clear message to anyone who entered that this was a queenâ€

s domain. There were few furnishings, but Isabella seemed to have everything here that she needed. And the pictures of the young, growing Isabella were adorable, making Odessa grin just by looking at them. She would have to ask Isabella about those pictures and the other children in them.

She looked back to Isabella and brushed the lighter-skinned wrestlerâ€

s cheek again. This time, Isabella would stir, reaching up and tapping Odessaâ€

s cheek with her own hand. â€œOh, come now, you donâ€

t like being called Bella? I think itâ€

s cuteâ€¦â€ Odessa would say, cupping Isabellaâ€

s cheek fondly. She sighed. â€œIâ€

m tired, too. That wasâ€¦well, it was something last night, wasnâ€

t it?â€

She let her eyes roam over Isabellaâ€

s body, which also looked even more lovely in the daylight. It glistened slightly with the sticky remnants of sweat and sex juices. Odessa would reluctantly allow Isabella to separate the two of them, their sexes pulling apart slowly, their legs disentangling. â€œItâ€

s a lovely home you have here, Isabella. Thank you for being such a charming hostess last night.â€

by daemongirl Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:32 am

Isabella had been called that particular nickname before but it had been a long time since anyone had dared to use it. She vaguely recalled that Megumi may have used it during their match together but it was so long ago and Megumi had moved on so she didn't hold it against her, Odessa on the other hand seemed to have grown fond of the pet name she had given her though she couldn't know why Isabella wasn't fond of it herself. Isabella would just have to let it slide for the moment as she didn't really want to get into the history behind it, though she couldn't help but flash Odessa an annoyed glance when she called it cute.

Her eyes softened as her lover for the previous night and much of the morning held her cheek in her hand, Isabella sighing as she too slid her fingers over Odessa's cheek, cupping the side of her face in her palm. "You don't have to tell me...its exhausting just trying to remember all that we did together, and to each other." Isabella said in answer before she removed her hand from the woman's face and gently pried herself away from Odessa, having to push a bit harder against the woman's breasts than she had anticipated as their juices had dried leaving them a little stuck to one another.

All it took was a firm shove however and soon Isabella was laying flat on her back, her heavy mounds rising and falling with every breath she took. She could tell the AC was working properly as the air in the room was a brisk 68 degrees, nice and cool just as she liked it though in the nude like she was it left goosebumps over her pale skin and her nipples protruded proudly up into the air, hard as rocks even after the events of last night.

When Odessa mentioned that she had been a charming hostess she couldn't help but laugh and for the first time Odessa would hear not the prideful laugh Isabella had displayed back at the bar, but a gentler laugh that was purer and entirely unforced. "I don't think I have ever been called a charming host before but thanks, though to be fair you have only really seen this room." She said before pushing herself up to a sitting position, turning her body back around to face Odessa with one of her hands reaching out to brush some of Odessa's hair back behind her ear. "But you are right in that you are my guest, so what would you like?"

by Daaharu Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:08 am

Odessa would laugh a little as she and Isabella pulled apart. â€œIt is exhausting. I feel as though I can barely move a muscle. How many times do you think we made each other cum? A hundred each? More?â€ She would exhale deeply and would wiggle a little, her body moving up a little on the bed, coming out from underneath the covers. Isabella liked to keep the air in her apartment rather crisp, as did Odessa in her own abode. She had no problem with the temperature, though it would dot her ebony skin with goosebumps, as it did Isabellaâ€

s pale skin, and caused her nipples to jut triumphantly and importantly upwards, like two castles atop two twin hills, despite the exhaustion and excitement of the night before.

Odessa would sit up as Isabella did so. The two naked, exhausted queens sat side by side, obviously in no hurry to continue their titanic struggle. Odessa would let Isabella brush her hair and would rub a hand along her hostessâ€

s shoulder. â€œWell, once weâ€

ve regained our strength, I wouldnâ€

t mind being shown the rest of your place. And Iâ€

d be more than happy working together with you to cook ourselves a hearty, replenishing breakfastâ€”or, I suppose, a hearty lunch, considering the time of day it seems to be.â€

by daemongirl Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:30 am

Isabella simply shrugged in answer to Odessa's question for she had long since lost count of their total orgasms by the time exhaustion took them, she wasn't even sure at exactly what time they had passed out, all she was certain about was that their counts had been equal when all was said and done. "I am certainly good but even I won't lay claim to having drawn that many orgasms from you Odessa. Lets just say it was too many to keep track of, I'm getting a headache just trying to remember the exact count." She said while the fingers of her left hand absently ran along the curve of her inner thigh, feeling what remained of her free flowing juices from their marathon while images of their time together shuffled through her mind.

As Odessa mentioned breakfast and lunch Isabella tiled over to the left in order to look past the woman sitting naked in front of her at the alarm clock behind her. "That would be lunch considering its two in the afternoon, I would say we slept in but I don't think either of us got more than a handful of hours." She then said with a drawn out yawn cutting off her words, Isabella just letting the yawn happen as fighting it was useless.

"And well about cooking." Isabella said as she crawled on the bed past Odessa to reach out and open the chore of the side table, her firm ass swaying back and forth in front of Odessa's eyes while she pulled out what turned out to be a handful of delivery menus, turning around to sit upon the bed with her back against the wall. "I don't exactly cook so I order in more often than not, but since this IS my apartment pick out what you'd like and I will place an order. And as for a tour..." She paused then to gesture at the room around them. "Considering this is the first time you've actually had time to look around why don't we start the tour from right here, easier that way." I

by Daaharu Tue Sep 16, 2014 8:52 am

â€œFair enough,â€ Odessa would reply. She, too, was remembering images, some isolated, others connected, from their long, grueling sexual struggle. Rippling sheets, sleek ivory thighs, eyes catching the glimmer of the rising sun in the otherwise darkened roomâ€¦some images were associated with a certain sound, or smell, particularly moaning and the thick scent of arousal. Odessaâ€

s heart started to beat a little faster just thinking about everything the two of them had done to each other during their marathon night of lovemaking.

Seeing Isabella yawn, Odessa would be compelled to yawn, too, the two beautiful naked titanesses both appearing very vulnerable after spending so many hours trying to keep up just the opposite in terms of appearances. Odessa would relax and let Isabella crawl over her to reach the drawer. Isabellaâ€

s firm, luscious ass was too tempting a target to pass up, as Odessa would grab onto both cheeks with her hands and squeeze, then lean forward to press her face up against the soft, smooth flesh. â€œVery well. Though you must let me cook for you sometime, darling,â€ Odessa would agree, speaking her words over Isabellaâ€

s rear end before letting it go. She picked up a couple of menus, glancing at them before refocusing her attention on Isabella and her offer of a tour.

â€œI think thatâ€

s a brilliant idea, my dear. I do have one question about this lovely bedroom of yours: why all of the pictures of yourself? And who are the other children in the pictures?â€

by daemongirl Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:07 am

daemongirl wrote:Isabella had just pulled open the drawer of her side table and grabbed hold of some of the menus within when she felt Odessa grab her by the ass, giving her rear a firm squeeze and drawing a soft groan from the pale skinned beauty in reward. Isabella froze and for several seconds she just let herself enjoy the tingling sensations running up her spine, her hips moving gently from side to side rubbing her firm ass against the face of her lover. "Cook for me? Well I...sure why not, I'd love to see what you can cook up." She said after a brief moment of hesitation for she had never had anyone offer to cook for her before other than Rosaria, but with Odessa everything now suddenly felt far more intimate than it had just a few seconds before.

Isabella dropped the menus at the feet of Odessa before sitting back against the wall, watching as the woman glanced between them before she offered her a tour of the bedroom since she figured it was the easiest place to start as they wouldn't have to move. She was still feeling the previous night and morning in her muscles and didn't want to chance looking sore in front of Odessa, she still had her pride after all.

She glanced over at the pictures which hung around the room when Odessa asked about them, a few memories coming back to her of which some were pleasant but the majority were ones she wished she could forget sometimes, though she would never admit that. She saw no reason not to answer now though seeing as she was the one who offered, she would just keep to the good parts if Odessa inquired further. "Well I lived my whole life in orphanages, though I was never in a single one for more than a couple years. They all had the same silly tradition where they get all the kids together and they take a group photo, I had several of them by the time I left the system at eighteen." Isabella said before sliding off the edge of the bed onto her feet and walking over to one picture where she was a young teenager with her arm wrapped around a shy looking black haired girl.

"As to who the others are I honestly don't remember most of them but this one..." She said with a fondness to her voice that was absent a moment ago, placing the tip of her index finger on the girl with black hair. "But this girl right here is Rosaria, we became friends one year but we were separated, but she came and found me all these years later here in the AFW..." Isabella's voice faded away as she stared at the photo for a few seconds.

Daaharu wrote:Odessa purred happily as Isabella rubbed her ass all over Odessa’s face. She enjoyed a nice ass, and Isabella’s firm, ample white posterior was much more than nice. It was covered in the sticky remnants of sweat and pussy juices, but Odessa didn’t mind that at all. She buried her face between the lovely, luscious cheeks and simply enjoyed herself, breathing in Isabella’s thick scent. At the same time, she would give those same cheeks a couple of squeezes with both hands, and then she would smack them once each, hard, before sitting back and grinning at Isabella.

“You’ll love it, darling. I’m sure you will. And I’ll even wear my special apron while I’m cooking for you—my special apron, and nothing else.” She winked at Isabella and then picked up a menu, thumbing through it for a few seconds before she would turn her attention to the walls of the bedroom, wondering what Isabella had to say about all of these pictures of herself.

The story, as it turned out, was something of a bummer. Odessa wouldn’t have guessed that Isabella had grown up in orphanages, judging by the way she carried herself and the way she lived. Odessa really wasn’t sure how to respond to this. She wanted to convey the fact that she sympathized with Isabella, but she couldn’t really say that she knew how it felt. Odessa had had a pretty comfortable home with two caring parents ever since she was born. She would roll over across the bed, up onto her feet, and would make her way slowly across the room to stand behind Isabella. She would wrap her arms around Isabella’s tummy and give her a hug from behind, while also nuzzling her face up against Isabella’s neck.

“She sounds like a very good friend…” Odessa would say. “It’s amazing that she found you after so long.”

daemongirl wrote:Isabella was by no means inexperienced or unwilling when it came to matters of the flesh and quite a few of her matches had seen her enjoying the spoils of war before the match had even come to a close, a few even demanded it be that way, but being intimate with someone and fucking them were two very different things to her. In all of her previous sexual encounters she had remained in firm control, enjoying herself in the heat of the moment but afterward she would leave their side with only a slight hesitation as she hungered for more usually. Yet with Odessa here she was talking casually with the woman about ordering in lunch and agreeing to let her cook for her sometime, even when there shouldn't even be a next time, but she couldn't bring herself to say no to it.

Odessa seemed to feel perfectly at ease inside the bedroom of Isabella and the woman knew no boundaries either, burying her face in Isabella's firm ass as if she knew there would be no repercussion for doing so. And indeed there wasn't, Isabella found herself welcoming the woman's touch and wanting her close, it was the polar opposite of how she she had always acted before today with her previous partners. Odessa hadn't just been a pleasurable ride she could cast aside once finished, Isabella was starting to realize she had managed to make herself more than that and the realization annoyed her though she didn't let it show.

"That will be a sight, though maybe I will ask for bacon and see how long you remained naked." She said with a small laugh in the best attempt she could make to rebuke Odessa in that moment. The jovial air in the room would darken slightly as Isabella told Odessa the story of the pictures about her room, and before she knew it the woman had her arms around her trying to comfort her, Isabella doing her best not to blush as she felt those large and still naked tits pressing into her back.

"Yea it was, apparently she saw me on tv and had been looking for a new place to fight so she picked here. Have to say I was confused at first but I got past that quickly enough."

Daaharu wrote:Odessa was not quite as businesslike with her sexual exploits as Isabella was. She had found several willing partners during the time she’d spent in Tokyo so far, and had had very fun, very sensual experiences with all of them. She had also had many perfectly fine times against the ring with other impressive women. Many of those encounters hadn’t even become sexual. Odessa was happy to throw her affection around, a “darling” here, a gentle touch there.

But she wasn’t immune to the very comfortable vibrations that Isabella was feeling between the two of them. They had a rapport that Odessa hadn’t quite attained with any of the other women she’d met here. Their interactions were fun, more fun than Odessa had had in a long while. Isabella was erudite and even witty, and more than that, she was able to keep pace with Odessa in the bedroom.

Odessa was certainly looking forward to spending a lot more time with Isabella in the coming months and years.

“Oh, you’re so cruel!” Odessa would joke with a laugh, as Isabella said she’d make Odessa cook bacon. That would put her at serious risk of getting hot grease on her naked flesh, and that would mean, at the very least, a very frantic, teary, unladylike display, and, at worst, a trip to the emergency room.

As Isabella told the story of the pictures, Odessa would hug her in a close, comforting way. “And she’s still wrestling here, yes? Perhaps I’ll need to fight her sometime…for that matter, you and I will need to meet in the ring sometime.” She would tighten her hug a little as she would lift Isabella up, spinning around and walking a few paces with her lover for the previous evening held high above her before she would set Isabella down. “So, are you and Rosaria…an item? I certainly hope I’m not intruding on anything here. The way you speak, it seems the two of you would have to be very close.”

by daemongirl Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:40 am

"Oh now that I have been told." Isabella answered with an amused smirk on her full pink lips despite, or maybe partially because of, the warm sensation of Odessa hugging her close with those ample mounds of hers pressed into her back, stiff nipples digging into her pale skin. In fact Isabella had been called cruel and far worse in her three years in the AFW but she had never given it much thought, what people she had beaten said about her just didn't keep her up at night and she barely remembered much of it. There was no need to tell Odessa any of that though, not that she cared if the woman knew or anything.

Her eyes were still focused upon the picture of both her and Rosaria when they were barely teenagers when she suddenly felt her feet leaving the floor. "Hey what are you doing Odessa?! Let me down already!" She had just finished protesting being so abruptly lifted up when Odessa dropped her back down onto her feet, Isabella spinning around to face the woman with a clearly displeased look on her face.

"What was that?" She asked flatly before noticing what Odessa was now asking her, Isabella having to stop and think for a moment about how to answer her. "Well we are close I mean, she is my best friend after all but no we aren't...an item or anything. Why so concerned?"

by Daaharu Mon Oct 13, 2014 4:39 am

Odessa cackled, almost wickedly, as Isabella protested her being lifted up high into the air and turned around. The ebony beauty would keep her up an extra second or two, just to tease her ivory counterpart, but her muscles still ached from the long night the two of them had just had together, and she would quickly have no choice but to put Isabella down.

“Guh. You’re heavy, darling,” Odessa would grunt.

Her question about Isabella and Rosaria’s relationship came next, and it wouldn’t take long for Isabella to give her an answer. As Odessa had assumed, the two women were not a couple. Well, that was good. Odessa chuckled and grabbed Isabella’s chin gently, pulling her face forward so that their lips could press together for a kiss, one much less violent than the kisses they had given each other during their wild night. “I’m concerned because we just spent over seven hours fucking each other into catatonic states, my dear. If there’s one thing I never want to be, it’s the proverbial ‘other woman.’ Odessa Brock is no homewrecker.” She chuckled and kissed Isabella again. “But if the two of you aren’t an item, then I have nothing to worry about. I’m glad!”

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