Motion of the Ocean

A few scattered rays of moonlight made their way through the pier's boards, bathing the sensual warriors in a pale glow every now and then. Maybe it was them, or maybe it was something more mysterious and supernatural, but Bridget could have sworn that Nazaria's teeth glowed with a light all their own. They seemed to shine in the darkness, like the teeth of a Cheshire cat. Taunting her. Teasing her. Licking her hungry lips as she led on, deeper into the rabbit hole.

It was an alluring thought, and one that Bridget barely had time to contemplate before their mouths met again and a serpentine tongue found its way past her teeth, sliding behind enemy lines and claiming territory for its own. She yelped in surprise as the sudden invasion, but that noise quickly turned to one of pure, sparsely constrained pleasure, as Nazaria started to mark her territory. Bridget thought she was a good kisser, but the blonde's experience put her to shame. She moved about her mouth like she'd been there before, confidently rolling all around it, slithering in the most exotic ways, and Bridget found herself melting once again.

Her muscles lost their strength, her power began to fade. Only for a moment, yes, but the worst moment, as Nazaria pushed forward and found little resistance. "Careful..."

Bridget could barely make out her sister's word over the raging surf, but she could make a few intelligent guesses as to what she was saying. Another taunt, and an obvious one, as her legs gave way and she toppled backwards, hitting the ground hard with a big splash. Nazaria was going to be on top, and even though Bridget was not a hentai aficionado in any sense of the word, she knew that was something to avoid if she wanted to win this match. And she did. She very much did.

Her legs shot up and wrapped around the seductress' succulent waist, clamping down with a body scissors. Not a hard one, but a solid one, with her ankles locking in tight. Her aim was to limit Nazaria's mobility, take away as many options as possible. At the same time, she tried to pull her head down and trap it between her breasts, smother her into nothingness. It wasn't a move she had ever tried before in a match, but this was turning into a night of firsts.

Bridget seemed to be taken completely aback when Nazaria threw herself forward into her to rejoin the kiss, as well as to mash their ample chests together in a pushing motion that succeeded in getting her back off of the pillar and forcing Bridget to backpedal through the slurry of sand and seawater. The Chinese girl was probably stronger than Nazaria, if only by a modest amount, but right now her muscles did not seem to be obeying her. Nazaria was winning. The succubus gleefully slid her tongue around inside of Bridget's mouth, batting Bridget's tongue around in almost the same way that a cat might bat around a ball of yarn. She slurped at Bridget's mouth, swapping spit, rubbing the edge of her tongue against Bridget's teeth.

And when she pushed hard for a second time, Bridget lost her balance completely and fell down on her back in the foaming, shallow surf, getting sand in her hair and probably elsewhere. Nazaria came down on top of her, and the resultant splash covered her in water and some sand, too. But she was on top, and Bridget was on bottom. Now that Nazaria had her opponent down, she did not intend to let up or take it easy on the purple-haired Chinese fighter.

She grinded herself tightly against Bridget, her breasts, aided by gravity, smashing the other woman's down, while she would slide a leg between Bridget's to start gently rubbing her thigh against the sex of the Chinese woman. "Mm...there we go. Doesn't it feel nice, when I'm on top of you?" Nazaria would purr, only briefly breaking the kiss to taunt Bridget some more. She wanted to see the girl's face turn red. She wanted to see Bridget trodding that fine line between humiliated and euphoric.

Bridget wasn't done fighting yet, however. She threw her legs up around Nazaria's body, squeezing her a little, holding her tightly and keeping her in place. Nazaria didn't mind being kept on top of her opponent, and even when Bridget grabbed onto her head and, before she could resume the kiss, pulled her down into her bikini cleavage, smothering her with those beautiful breasts. Nazaria moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at Bridget's sides as she struggled in her opponent's tight hold. Nazaria knew she had an opportunity with her head so close to Bridget's breasts, of course. She would try to bite onto the bandeau bikini top and give it a tug with her mouth, hoping that she could pull it down to expose part of Bridget's chest.

Cindy pushed up on her elbows and pushed some of the sand in front of her away, wanting to get the best possible view of the unfolding mayhem. The more she watched Nazaria work over her sister, the most she wished that she could change places with her sibling. She had known many lovers in their home country, but could scarcely remember one who had such passion in their carnal lusts. She purred as the two women crashed into the pounding surf, and took a few mental notes. Tips that might help if Nazaria was indeed interesting in trying her hand at both of the Won Sisters. A likely possibility.

Bridget, on the other hand, was nowhere near as placid, as Nazaria came down on top of her and the two of them became a chaotic ball of wanting flesh. She heard a strange, frantic, wheezing sound, and it took her a moment to realize the noise was her own breath. She was panting now, lust was filling her lungs, as Nazaria’s thigh worked away on her sex. It was impossible to be sure with waves splashing over them, but the heady smell of familiar juices were beginning to rise in the air. This was a dangerous spot to be in...and, yet, an amazing spot, at the same time.

Bridget thought the leg scissors would save her, that the breast smother would slow Nazaria down. It turned out she was quite wrong -  the seductress might not have been a trained wrestler, but she was an expert in her art, and like any expert, she was prepared for all situations.

There was a moment, where Nazaria moaned into her chest, where she thought the blond might have been well and truly caught. That certainty was quick to dissipate, when her mouth begin to move with a purpose.”No-” She let out a scandalous gasp as she felt Nazaria’s teeth sliding along her flesh, nipping at her bikini and digging in for a tight grip. ”You would dare?”

It turned out that, yes, Nazaria would dare. She would dare enough pull down Bridget’s top and expose her right breath to the salty air, sending a cold shiver down her spine. Seeing how the advantage could quickly move away from her, she moved to make up for the last ground and brought one of her hands away from the back of the back blond’s head. She ran it down Nazaria’s side and found a supple breast to squeeze away on, slipping her hands under the fabric and sliding over the soft skin underneath.

Bridget's breathing was loud in Nazaria's ear as the blonde succubus bit onto the Chinese woman's bandeau and started jerking her head to try to pull the bikini top down to expose one of Bridget's breasts. Nazaria's whole body was moving, working to try to force Bridget to give in and allow Nazaria to have her way with that lovely Chinese body. Her leg moved, and her thigh pressed into Bridget's sex, and, though it was difficult to tell for certain, she thought that she felt the warm dampness of sexual arousal seeping through Bridget's bikini bottoms—and she knew that she could smell arousal in the air. Her hands ran down Bridget's sides, stroking them, occasionally squeezing them.

Bridget's leg scissors were tight enough to make Nazaria groan, but the Chinese girl was not using all of her strength in order to apply the hold. Nazaria could still move around a little bit, even if she was not going anywhere and would have to stay on top of Bridget. The succubus succeeded in yanking down her opponent's bandeau top with her teeth, and quickly, gleefully would latch onto Bridget's nipple, ignoring the girl's feeble protest in the process. Nazaria would suck Bridget's nipple into her mouth, her teeth gently nibbling on it, her tongue swirling in circles around the areola.

"Mmm!" Nazaria would moan, as she happily suckled on Bridget's delicious tit. She was expecting Bridget to freeze up again as the match took a turn for the hentai, but instead, the purple-haired wrestler seemed to rally, at least a bit, and find a way to fight back. She reached a hand underneath Nazaria's own bandeau and began to squeeze one of the blonde's breasts. Nazaria would squeak into Bridget's nipple, then let loose another moan, muffled by the teat in her mouth. Now the game was getting really exciting. She kept on pressing her leg into Bridget's covered sex, and would suck a little more on the girl's nipple, silently daring her to try to keep up.

It was almost hard for Bridget to believe that the woman writhing on top of her was human. She had never encountered a human that could move so skillfully, so lustfully, so hungrily, yet still maintain such precision. Nazaria's limitless enthusiasm seemed to transfer over on skin contact, because it made Bridget feel even sexier. Knowing that such a sexually skilled woman wanted her body, desired to have her under control for the night, was high praise indeed. Every touch felt hotter. Every thrust felt harder. More and more, she was thinking of giving into the lust and letting Nazaria do as she pleased. Just one night, as a submissive in the shadows. What could be the harm?

Without any conscious thought, her legs stopped squeezing and started pulling, forcing the blonde's body closer to hers and bringing their sexes together so tightly that one would be hard-pressed to squeeze a finger between them. Feral grunts and groans spilled out of Bridget's bee-stung lips, as Nazaria's mouth went to work on her breath. She was being devoured, eaten alive by the seductress, but she didn't. Her teeth with electric, and every little nibble sent jolts throughout her body. More. She had to have more

Bridget through back her head and gasped, speaking a single word. "Harder." She pleaded. "Harder." She demanded.

Her hand began to aggressively grope away at Nazaria's breast, kneading it roughly between her fingers. Her hips bucked like a wild animal in heat - which, in a way, she was - furiously grinding against the hentai wrestler's sex. It was sloppy, it was hurried, it was coming from a woman unseasoned in this style of combat, but Bridget was determined to make up for her lack of experience with energy. She was close to the edge, yes, but she would drag Nazaria over along with her.

If she could.

Just five minutes earlier, when Nazaria had walked up to the pair of beautiful Chinese girls as the sun set over the city to the west and the watery horizon in the east grew dark, the succubus honestly had not been certain whether Bridget would prove to be capable of coming out of her shell and fucking like she meant it. The blonde had almost mistaken Bridget for one of those snobby, self-deluding girls who thought she was too good for something like this, and would resist and pull away and holler the whole time she was held down.

How wrong Nazaria had almost been! Bridget was far from being that sort of girl, the sort who wouldn't let her opponent have an inch without wailing and moaning about it and trying to decry the whole concept of sexual fighting. Bridget was almost a pro at it, herself, and she would probably be the one on top if she were taking on anyone except Nazaria. She wanted more, and she wanted it harder. Her legs pulled Nazaria tightly against her, forcing a bit of breath out of the blonde as they slid up against each other. Their crotches connected almost perfectly, and the feeling sent warm shakes all throughout Nazaria's body.

Some hentai wrestlers prided themselves on being able to resist the urge to cum. That, Nazaria thought, was the height of stupidity. If she was going to be having aggressive, competitive sex with gorgeous women for a living, she was going to enjoy herself. Her intention was always to make sure that, no matter how many orgasms they each had, she would be standing and her opponent would be in a blissful, orgasm-induced coma by the end of it.

And so she was more than happy to begin pumping her hips and pressing her dampening crotch against Bridget's as Bridget's hips were thrusting upwards to smack her bikini-covered sex against Nazaria's. The blonde moaned loudly into the breast that she still had in her mouth, as she would chew it a little more, just lightly, letting her teeth dance over the tender flesh like fingers over a piano keyboard. Nazaria humped Bridget relentlessly, moaning loudly to try to make sure the Chinese wrestler knew to put everything she had into it, as well. Nazaria wanted nothing less than Bridget's best.

This was going to be spectacular.

As far as strategy went, telling Nazaria to go harder was probably not the wisest move, considering how hard she was already going. There could hardly be room for improvement, could there?  Bridget was not quite sure what possessed her to say it - her lips seemed to move of their own volition, saying things she had not ordered them to say, as if her body was lusting for the seductress on top of her and it was more than willing to act without her brain's approval in order to get at her

As hard as the ocean was raging, even Cindy could hear the sound of slapping flesh, as Nazaria’s relentless ravishing pounded Bridget into the sand. She had to keep her own fingers from getting out of hand - she wanted to save her satisfaction for the steaming hot blonde in front of her, if it came to that. From the looks of things, she would need all the stamina she could muster.

”Yes…” Bridget spoke, though it came out more like a sigh than anything that was meant to be a word. Short, hot breaths started come from her mouth as  Nazaria started up in a frenzy, pounding away at their pussies. To her credit, the Chinese Warrioress was trying to keep up, and she felt she was doing a better job than most would have. She tried to keep up with the furious pace, and there were times when she almost managed. But every thrust she made was hammered down. As fast as she went, the seductress moved that much faster. It was like trying to keep up with an entirely different animal - she could manage, for a little while, but eventually…

It was inevitable, really. She knew it was going to happen. Cindy knew. Nazaria certainly knew. The wild undulations became too much, and the dam finally broke under all the pressure - Bridget came. And came. And came. Her toes curled, her muscles stiffened, she pulled them together as close as physically possible and a violent shudder ran through her body, as weeks and weeks of sexless living finally came to an end. The noise she made was almost inhuman, more of a howl than a moan, as she threw her head back in pure ecstasy. <”Yes!”> She screamed in Mandarin. <”Oh, yes! Yes…”>

The ocean water that splashed up against them seemed to serve to help bind them, attaching Nazaria and Bridget body to body, pussy to pussy. Their bodies were molding together perfectly, skin on skin, leaving little space in between them as they both went to work on each other vigorously. Nazaria thrust downwards hard, pounding her crotch into Bridget's roughly and wildly, letting go of any inhibitions—if she had any to begin with. She felt her own bikini bottoms soaking through with warm sex juices, and she could feel the wetness growing between Bridget's legs, as well.

"Mmmmnn!" Nazaria moaned into the other woman's chest, as she continued chewing on that delicious nipple, letting her tongue swirl around it to cover it in saliva, almost as if marking it as her own territory by slathering her saliva over it. She kept on humping Bridget, faster and faster, feeling the purple-haired warrior fighting to keep up with Nazaria's furious pace. While she might not have quite been able to manage it, Nazaria had to hand it to her—she wasn't too far behind. The smell of sex was thick in Nazaria's nostrils now, and she knew that Bridget would be cumming soon. She herself would not be far behind.

"Mmguh!" Nazaria moaned again, practically screaming now. Even with their bikini bottoms on, the contact between her sex and Bridget's felt raw and powerful. Nazaria humped down on the Chinese girl harder and harder, faster and faster, leaving no space between them as they approached the orgasmic precipice. As Bridget tumbled over, tensing up and screaming loudly in English and in her native Mandarin, Nazaria kept on pounding her crotch into the wrestler's, and only a few seconds later she, too, began to tremble as she came.

"Mmooohoh!!" Nazaria moaned, releasing Bridget's nipple from her mouth as she came. Her juices squirted out of her pussy, soaking through her already-saturated bikini to spread all over Bridget's crotch, as well. The blonde would freely cry out as she came hard, for several seconds, as she continued to move her body against Bridget's throughout.

Unlike Nazaria, there was nothing to muffle Bridget’s screams, and the only thing that covered them was crash of waves against the pier and the occasional wail of a passing seagull. As she was worked over and her senses began to light on fire, her voice became louder and louder, with every screech seeming to reach a new peak. It became so raucous that, if anyone had been nearby at the time, they would have certainly been found out - fortunately, the nearest possible intruder was quite a ways away, and seemed far too enamored with his cell phone to notice that far more entertaining show nearby. Privacy was theirs.

Bridget came first. Under such a passionate pressure, how could she not? Her fingers o through Nazaria’s shimmering golden hair, gripping mtightly cxccher back arched, xforcing her shoulders deep into the sand. Her banshee wail was long and hoarse, as she stretched her neck as far back as it would go. Bridget was no stranger to pleasure, but she always thought the concept of gaining a submission through its use was laughable. Not anymore. Her body was spent, and while she was not quite ready to cede in this contest, she could not deny that the odds were hardly in her favor.

As she came down from the high and her body relaxed, she let go of Nazaria and allowed her arms to flop to side, while the woman on top went through her bestial orgasm. Bridget took deep breaths, trying to fill her lungs as quick as she could manage. She had a feeling she would get all the air she could get, soon. ”You are...you…” She muttered a few words in Madarin, requiring a translator. Fortunately, Cindy was up to the task.

”She says you are amazing.” Cindy crawled towards them on her hands and knees, like a hungry jungle cat closing in on her meal. ”I am inclined to agree.”

Nazaria moaned freely and happily as she continued to move her body against Bridget's throughout their orgasms. The sound of Bridget's euphoric screaming sounded so sweet to Nazaria's ears. The succubus loved to hear the girls she ravished crying out loud in pure ecstasy. While she demanded a lot from them, she was a giving sort as well, and those screams let her know just how much the other woman was enjoying herself.

Bridget came first, and was still yelling as Nazaria's own orgasm began. The blonde let out a few louder cries of her own once she had let the Chinese wrestler's nipple pop out of her mouth. "Uoooonnngh...mmnyeeehh!! Aaaannh!" Nazaria kept on thrusting her hips, humping against Bridget, letting her cries harmonize with those of the purple-haired beauty. They both began to come down from the orgasms at the same time. Nazaria felt Bridget's muscles relaxing underneath her, and felt herself released from Bridget's arms. She let herself relax, too. The Chinese girl began to whisper something in what sounded like Mandarin. Nazaria tried to get the gist of it, but she was hardly very experienced with Mandarin, and needed Cindy's translation.

The blonde looked over to Cindy and gave her a little smile. She would stay on top of Bridget for the time being, not bothering to move, enjoying the closeness and the intimacy with the Chinese wrestler. She brushed a hand fondly across Bridget's cheek, cupping it gently. "I'm glad she thinks so," Nazaria would say, as she heard how amazing Bridget thought that she was. She raised a well-manicured eyebrow to Cindy, giving her a suggestive glance as the girl crawled towards her. "And I'm glad to hear you feel the same way, although unfortunately it won't mean quite as much...until you have experienced everything I have to offer yourself."