Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

Shiki's expression said it all; surprise, horror, outrage. One second she's about to blast Yasha Love out of the ring, the next she's instead running face first right into the Demon of Love's latex-covered crotch. The punkette didn't have a chance to even attempt to figure how to properly react to the jarring sensation of Yasha Love's legs wrapping tightly around her head. Shiki's muffled cry was all but muffled into oblivion by the masked heroine's lethal hips.

Needless to say, this was the last place Shiki wanted to be be.

The good news was she'd only have to endure a face-full of crotch for a few moments. Yasha Love showed off her impressive technical finesse, having successfully captured the punkette, swinging her hips and guiding Shiki head-over-heels right over the top rope. Every bit of the punkette's charging momentum was redirected and used against her. The extremely bad news was that Shiki now found herself flying head first out of the ring the moment the Demon of Love's thighs unclasped. Shiki's pretty green eyes were wide as the punkette flailed desperately in her furious descent. Shiki clawed and fumbled at the ropes for a split second before they were simply gone.  

The midair punkette felt her heart sink only a moment before she crashed painfully against the pavement just outside of the ring. A loud gasp would leave Shiki's lips, along with all of the air in her lungs. Finally settling from her bone-rattling impact, the rockstar crumpled in a heap of pure agony. Shiki's black hair covered her face in sweaty mess while the punkette writhed and twisted awkwardly along the floor.

Shiki was rather sure she just broke... everything. Every-fucking-thing. It might have been a bit of an exaggeration but, in that moment, Shiki was definitely feeling the pain.

Yasha landed gracefully on her toes on the apron just outside of the ring after she tossed Shiki. She hopped down and looked at the punkette and smiled. Although Yasha's face still ached and was swelling, she felt like she had gotten Shiki back a little bit.

Just not enough.

She hopped off the apron and strolled to Shiki, leaning down and grabbing the gilr by the hair and lifting her up to let her flop Yasha's body. She snaked her arms around Shiki and hugged her tightly, purring into the punkette's ear.

Her lips trailed along Shiki's cheek and pursed when they reached the corner of Shiki's own lips, giving the girl another smooch, as though the two were best friends, reuniting with a loving hug and gentle, welcoming kisses.

"The Demon of Love shall show you what true justice is." She said with a grin as she took a step back, letting her hands slide along Shiki's ribs until her palms were once again caressing Shiki's small buds, holding the girl upright by the chest.

Then, almost cruelly, Yasha bent her legs and charged forward, using Shiki like a plow as she tried to smash the bratty punk into the chrome steel steps!

Pulled into the Demon of Love's grasp, Shiki sagged heavily into the other girl's deceptively sweet embrace. The rockstar felt her cheeks flush as Yasha Love's lips trailed across her cheek before daring to plant another kiss along Shiki's pouty lips. The sweaty punkette defiantly strained against the gesture but, in truth, the only thing Shiki could offer was a soft moan in protest. It was rather clear that the Demon of Love was confidently in control after Shiki's crash landing outside of ring. Now, the young rockstar couldn't even escape from a humiliating hug and a teasing kiss. Even if it seemed harmless, Yasha Love's deliberate gesture hit Shiki where it hurt the most; her enormous ego.

"... Y-You bitch..."

Only a moment after Shiki hissed her bitter insult, the punkette would find her personal space further violated. The sudden grasp at her breasts would visibly jolt the otherwise fatigued punkette as she staggered wearily against the Demon of Love. Naturally, Shiki would stubbornly attempt to sputter further obscenities but found herself cut short as Yasha Love suddenly shoved and plowed her directly into the nearby metal stairs. The clang of metal was loud and painfully distinct. The raven-haired punkette's tailbone already began to throb--having taken the brunt of the impact--before Shiki found herself painfully sprawled across the sharp, metal, angles of the stairs with Yasha Love's weight baring down upon her. As much as she hated it, Shiki's pain was simply overwhelming. She was floundering like a fish out of water!

Things were certainly not looking good for the arrogant rockstar. On the bright side, Yasha Love couldn't possibly make Shiki feel any worse than she currently did!... Right?

Yasha couldn't help but wince as she crashed Shiki into the steel steps and watched her bend over them. It was clear now that the punkette was nearly at Yasha's whim, although Yasha had just a few more tricks up her sleeve before she finally ended things. She kicked Shiki's legs apart and pressed her thigh into Shiki's crotch, about to pull her up hen she felt Hazel still firmly fitted against Shiki's groin. Yasha would have to do something about that.

"Your sense of justice is distorted." Yasha said as she once again slid her hand up Shiki's chest and pressed her palm against one of Shiki's breasts to further bend her over the chrome steps. "Love is the way to achieve what you seek. Love is the only truth. I will show you this yet." Yasha's other hand then snaked down Shiki's tight pants and invaded her most personal space, slipping her gloved fingers along Shiki's underwear while she clutched Hazel and pulled it away. She held it up, letting it dangle before she flipped it over her shoulder and let it clank to the ground.

"Naughty girl. Destroyer of Love." Yasha shook her head, grabbed Shiki's hair and then roughly rolled her back into the ring. Yasha slipped in behind and once again yanked Shiki up by her silky black locks and pushed her into the turnbuckles. With some effort, she heaved Shiki up and set her on the top rope. She soon followed and while she was teetering on the top rope, she took hold of Shiki's head with one hand and began to grind her latex covered crotch against the punkette. Her other hand was thrust into the air, revving up the crowd while she shouted her battle cry.

"LOVE SHINES!"

"FOREVER HEART!"

Ironically, Yasha Love's most intrusive gesture yet turned out to be her most justifiable as the vigilante wrestler dared to plunge her gloved hand right down the hem of Shiki's jean shorts; attempting to fish out the punkette's concealed brass knuckles. An alarmed gasp escaped Shiki's lips while her fair cheeks flushed with a deep rouge color. Her fierce green eyes said what the punkette could not currently muster. Shiki cast a weary, if smoldering, glare at the deviant heroine.

Interestingly, even though her opponent deliberately took her time with the intimate gesture, Yasha Love's touch was surprisingly gentle and oddly well-mannered considering it's current location. The masked woman focused intently on the threat at hand, capturing Shiki's brass knuckles, despite the exhausted punkette's vulnerable predicament. None of that consideration would actually allow Shiki to hate the Demon of Love any less, of course. The punkette jostled angrily, but weakly, against the Demon of Love as she wheezed raggedly, still pinned and leveraged painfully across the unforgiving metal staircase.

"... H-Hazel, nooo..." Shiki's flushed pout was immediately evident as her precious brass knuckles were dangled in front of her for only a moment before being abruptly discarded. It was like cruelly separating a child from their favorite teddy bear! Shiki's rage boiled over, the desperate rockstar demanded herself into action. However, her body simply refused to to even slightly accommodate her. The rockstar dully registered herself suddenly being heaved upward before she found herself rolled back into the ring. Shiki's resistant was minimal even as Yasha Love shoved her into the corner of the ring and hoisted her to sit in a subdued fashion on top of the ring post.

Finding some small clarity in her tired daze, Shiki felt a wave of panic sweep over her in realization of her rather perilous position. The punkette wobbled helplessly from her lofty perch, she was sure she'd topple and fall at any moment. However, the Demon of Love's hand soon came to grasp the back of her head as Yasha Love's latex covered hips appeared right before her eyes. A firm gesture forced Shiki's face directly into Yasha Love's waiting crotch. The punkette's sweaty visage flushed once more, threatening to blush harder then ever before; to the point that it almost hurt! And, yet, all Shiki could offer was a soft, muffled, whine as the Demon of Love humped her face with lustful abandon.

With Yasha Love's enthusiastic encouragement, the crowd had reached a fever pitch! Things were looking decisively bad for Shiki...

Yasha could feel the heat of Shiki's soft apnts, even through the tight vinyl. Clearly the girl was so out of it that she wasn't TRYING to entice the vixen, but all the sexual energy that shot through the arena, cast off of both girls like a sparking Tesla coil was hard to ignore even if it was accidental.

Yasha ceased her grinding and took a deep breath. Then with a sudden burst, she swung her hips and locked her legs around Shiki's head, enveloping the punkette with her tight thighs and falling backwards, letting gravity take hold of her.

When she was fully extended, she threw her legs out and pulled Shiki into her own momentom, jarring her off the turnbuckle and practically flinging her into the air so she would come crashing down. It was a perfect and sexy top rope Love Crash Frankensteiner!

No, not again... I can't let her do this!

To the rockstar's credit, she hadn't even begun to allow herself to simply give up. However, Shiki's stubborn thoughts alone wouldn't be anywhere near enough to stop Yasha Love's thighs from clamping tightly around the young girl's sweaty face. With her face buried into the Demon of Love's crotch, yet again, Shiki's eyes went wide as the masked heroine scissored her head, suddenly diving and twirling backwards. They were up on the top rope, was Yasha Love completely nuts!?

Without even the slightest control over her own body, Shiki found herself momentarily taking flight. The rockstar swirled through the air before Yasha Love's thighs unclasped, suddenly hurling her through the air as the momentum threatened fling Shiki like a ragdoll. Wide-eyed and out of control, the exhausted young woman only just began to feel the urge to scream before the ring's surface seemed to crash into her like a brick wall.

The entire ring shook ferociously. Shiki bounced a single crushing bounce before sprawling utterly limp along the mat in a complete sweat-covered mess. The crowd exploded at the awesome sight. The steady rise and fall of the punkette's chest at least let everyone know she was still alive, but there was little doubt that the damage was done. Shiki's hair sprawled wildly along the canvas and matted wetly across her face and mouth. She couldn't muster the strength to even properly moan. The Demon of Love's Love Crash had completely crushed the young girl!

Yasha landed on her tummy near the turnbuckle, not able to see the fruits of her labor in full, glorious effect. Only the pop of the crowd as they witnessed the two beauties fly through the air was confirmation that she had sent Shiki into orbit.

However, the referee wasn't going to call the match on ceremony alone and the pink clad vixen turned and slithered towards Shiki. The girl was laid out, barely even twitching and Yasha sighed. The girl had given her a hell of a fight and she knew she could simply roll her over and pin her but they had come this far. A simple pin just wasn't going to cut it.

When the Demon of Love was close, she rested on her hip and grabbed Shiki's legs, spreading them like a wishbone before she opened her own legs. She grinned wildly and then leaned back, yanking on Shiki's legs like she was rowing with oars until their intimate parts kissed. Though fully clothed, their bodies sealed together and even Yasha couldn't hold in a moan as her tightly clad sex was now compressed against Shiki's.

"Ahhnnnnnnn..."

She took a moment to let the lusty purr float into the cheering arena before she went back to work. While Shiki was flat on her stomach, Yasha remained on her hip and folded one of Shiki's legs over her own. Then she folded the other over Shiki's leg and leaned forward. Finally Yasha bent her own leg backwards and leaned forward. With one hand she grabbed her own foot and with the other arm, reached out to grab one of Shiki's feet, ensuring that there was no escape for either of them.

Once she had them locked into place, Yasha began to gyrate her hips. Slowly at first, grinding their crotches together to get Shiki's attention as well as bubbling up warm feelings inside her own loins. However, she didn't leave it at a slow burn for long and soon she was outright thrusting, jostling her crotch hard into Shiki's while yanking as much as she could on the girl's foot and her own to wrench Shiki's knee as much as she could, all while literally trying to hump her into submission.

There was no denying anything and Yasha didn't even bother to hide her moans, perhaps even letting them grow in volume to aid to the utterly compromising nature of the hold.

"Uhnnnnnn! Ahhhhhnnn! Feeeel my LOOOOOOOOVE!"

Glistening under the stadium lights with a sweaty sheen, Shiki hardly offered the slightest reaction as Yasha Love inevitably rolled the limp girl over on to her stomach before suddenly intertwining their legs. A deliberate thrust from the Demon of Love's hips was enough to jar the punkette from her exhausted and empty reverie. Each gradual thrust rocked Shiki firmly against the mat as the befuddled young woman felt her cheeks begin to flush. While Shiki felt her senses returning, she found herself biting back a confusing urge to moan. Soon, a mixture of alarming sensation threatened to overwhelm her; most of all, pain. She cringed sharply and cluelessly against Yasha Love's increasing tempo. Just what the hell was going on!?

"... W-Wha?..."

Desperately, the punkette didn't even attempt to brush her own hair from her eyes as she swung around. Or at least, she tried. Yasha's intricate leglock rendered the girl's attempt completely futile. Instead, Shiki found herself twisting awkwardly to glance over her shoulder. Her pretty green eyes grew wide at the sight of her own legs painfully pretzeled within the Demon of Love's clutches. Even worse then that, however, was the sight of masked heroine drilling her hips into Shiki's own curvy backside. The whackjob was blatantly dry humping Shiki right there on the mat!

"S-Stop... Y-You, ungh!..."

Shiki groaned loudly. However, unlike Yasha Love, the breathless punkette's whimper was spurred by pain; certainly not pleasure! Yasha Love ruthlessly continued to crank the rockstar's knee against its joint, increasing the pressure along with the intensity of her gyrating hips. Shiki whined again loudly, writhing against the mat as she reached and clawed helplessly; looking for anything that could possibly get her out of this mortifying mess. The ropes appeared miles away now and Hazel was nowhere to be found. It was just Shiki and Yasha Love in the ring now; there was no escape from the pain or the humiliation of the treacherous submission hold!

The belligerent rockstar was stubborn but even she had her limit. Completely spent, Shiki's hand came to slap the mat fiercely several times, finally submitting to defeat, before the punkette collapsed, cringing weakly against Yasha Love's unrelenting hips and her cruel leglock.

Yasha picked up pace until there was a steady slapping motion spilling from between their legs with each thrust. Even clothed, Yasha couldn't deny her loins burned with desire. She knew that if Shiki were a little more cognizant and not being put in a submission hold, she'd feel the same. No doubt her body would betray any words she might express on the matter if it could be examined.

However, Shiki wisely tapped once more to Yasha Love and as the bell sounded, Yasha released her arms and fell backwards. She didn't stop the humping though and sensually ground herself against Shiki unabated by the constraining move. She wanted to make sure the last moments of contact between the two of them were pleasurable and not painful and another low, guttural moan escaped the demon before she was forced to pull away, lest she be unable to so filled with lusty desire to make them both climax in the ring in front of so many people.

That wasn't what she was after even if, as she pulled away from Shiki, there was a part of her that craved it beyond anything.

Yasha spun her body around and sighed. She then crawled over to Shiki and nestled her body against the girl. A gloved hand pushed aside Shiki's locks and the Demon of Love caressed Shiki's cheek and then gently moved in for a surprisingly tender meeting of the lips. The kiss was genuine and almost apologetic. Even though it was a match, Yasha, or maybe Hilde, wanted no ill will towards them.

In the kiss, Yasha could feel her loins begin to cool, even if the kiss was steamy in its own right and then, after a long moment, filled with a soft moan, Yasha pulled away, the soft 'smooch' sound and Yasha's tasty lip gloss the only thing left between them as the demon of Love hopped in the air and raced towards the turnbuckle. She leaped up to the middle rope and threw her hands in the air as the crowd roared with renewed enthusiasm at the hard fought, yet somewhat raunchy battle between the two fiery spirits.