Motion of the Ocean

Bridget could hardly move.

Oh, she tried. She squirmed underneath Nazaria's supple body, twitched left and right, but she could not find much give. It wasn't become the seductress was immovably heavy - no, in her best condition, she would have been able to move from underneath and push her way out. But after such an intense orgasm, her body felt drained, had lost much of its energy. She took comfort in knowing that her enemy - if such a word could be applied in this situation - had to be as wiped out as she was. Did she not? She was, ostensibly, human.

"Such a tempting proposition." Cindy ran a hand over her lips, before looking down at her 'poor' sister with a mischievous grin, the sort that was typically reserved for their enemies. Tonight was a special night. "Bridget, dear? Are you close to submitting? I wish a turn as well, and would not our friend to be tired out when the time comes." She flashed Nazaria a wild wink. "If such a thing is possible."

"I am far from finished." With an annoyed grunt, Bridget dug deep and summoned what strength she could, trying to roll on top of Nazaria and change positions. If she was to assert control, she might have more luck if she were the on top.

In theory.

Nazaria felt her purple-haired opponent squirming underneath her, trying impotently to escape following the powerful orgasm that Nazaria had managed to induce in her. But Bridget was too weakened by the climax she had just endured to do anything more than squirm. Nazaria was still panting, recovering after her own orgasm, but as a hentai specialist, with endurance like hers, Nazaria was already almost in perfect fighting shape once again. As Cindy crawled closer, the blonde succubus would flash a devilish smile towards her.

But, when Cindy asked her sister whether she was finished, ready to submit to Nazaria and allow her sibling a chance to experience what the blonde could dish out, Bridget stubbornly refused to give in. She was recovering fairly quickly from her orgasm—not as quickly as Nazaria herself, of course, but then, who could be expected to match her in that metric?—and she did not seem like she planned to be a graceful loser. After Cindy queried her and she fiercely denied that she was finished, Bridget would suddenly push on Nazaria and try to flip her over.

The blonde had allowed herself to become slightly unbalanced when she had looked back at Cindy, and Bridget's sudden push managed to turn her over. Nazaria, for an instant, instinctively began to resist, and push against Bridget, but then she decided against it. She wanted to see what Bridget intended to do to her...and then use those plans that the Chinese girl laid out for her own gain. "Mmmmnng!" Nazaria moaned, as she felt her rival's body pressing down on her own.

Bridget sensed some resistance as she pinned the fulsome blonde in the sand, a momentary, almost reflexive struggle. She would have none of it. She grabbed the seductress by the wrists and pinned them both into the earth above their heads, holding her in place. Perhaps it was not absolutely necessary, since Nazaria seemed more than content to let her body be enjoyed, but it was as much for Bridget as it was for her. The idea of dominating this wild woman sent a lovely chill through her body and made her hairs stand on edge, despite being so soaked.

"I believe this might be a trap, dear sister." Cindy laid back in the sand and kicked her legs up, now close enough to see all of Nazaria's luscious body, despite the darkness.

"Silence." Bridget ignored her sisters's taunts as best she could and kept her eyes where they needed to be, on the body of the teasing witch beneath her. She looked over Nazaria's body as if she were a luscious buffet, filled with so many sweets and treats that she could hardly known where to start. Those delicious breasts, barely contained by her top. Perhaps those succulent lips, begging to be kissed?

She finally settled on Nazaria's neck, pressing her lips against it and sucking on the tasty skin, made all the more flavorful by the taste of salted water on it. Her hungry kisses were only broken by the occasional bite, a brief, rough nip before she went right back to the tasting. And all the while, their breasts mashed together and rubbed  along each other, mashing and blooming on contact as Bridget tried to work the insatiable succubus up again.

Nazaria was more than happy to let Bridget take the top position right now. After all, their "match" would go until one of them surrendered or was too exhausted to continue. Even with her opponent on top, Nazaria would be able to inflict plenty of pleasurable sexual damage on the Chinese girl, and she knew that her sexual endurance was superior. Bridget would only be moving herself closer to her inevitable defeat by pinning Nazaria's arms down and trying to go sex-to-sex with her!

Cindy seemed to recognize everything that Nazaria was doing. If Bridget also did, she wasn't quite letting on. The blue-haired girl's ability to evaluate Nazaria's strategy intrigued the succubus, and she wondered if Cindy might try something different than her sister when it was her turn to take on the insatiable sexual beast.

Right now, though, Nazaria was not going to devalue what was happening between her and Bridget by thinking about the girl's sister! After all, despite how easily all of this sexual combat came to Nazaria, she still had to focus in order to make sure that every ounce of pleasure that Bridget could soak up was, indeed, soaked up by the lovely Chinese wrestler. Nazaria felt Bridget's eyes moving over her, and she smiled and chuckled softly. She knew that the girl liked what she saw.

Bridget began her attack, and Nazaria would moan, loudly and unabashedly, as she felt those lips on her neck, and the rough but sensual bites that Bridget would give her salty skin. Nazaria would arch her back, forcing her breasts up right into Bridget's, letting the four orbs smash against each other. At the same time, she would wrap one leg around Bridget's from underneath, pulling them closer, as she would plant a few kisses of her own on the Chinese girl's forehead. She felt herself getting wet again. It would not take long to cum. She had no reason to hold back. She knew that if she invited Bridget in, got the Chinese girl going, then Bridget would cum along with her once again.

"Mmm...come on, keep going..." Nazaria would taunt.

There were many who could not - or would not - see the technique in what Nazaria was doing with Bridget, but Cindy was not one such person. The more thoughtful of the Won Sisters, she tended to center on details that escaped her sister's noticed, acting in tandem to cover every angle, moving less like separate entities and more like a single being split into two. A metaphor she direly wished was literally true, at the moment.

Bridget was closer to being one such person. While she could acknowledge the physical prowess of the woman beneath her, she was still naive enough to believe she was in control. Cindy simple smiled as her sister let out a triumphant chuckle at Nazaria's impassioned words. There was a lesson still to be learned here.

She pressed down hard as Nazaria's breast shot up, making their mounds meet and explode against each other in the middle. As grand as Bridget knew her own to be, she could not deny that the blonde's pair were altogether more impressive. Bigger, yes, but also more supple. Rounder. More perfect. She suspected the hand of a surgeon was involved in their making, somehow, though it was impossible to know for sure. They felt real. They looked real. And their taste...

She was snapped back to reality as Nazaria's leg pulled her in closer, showing not the slightest hint of trepidation. She could feel the wetness between the wild woman's legs, and could tell it did not merely come from the ocean. She was already nearing the cusp of another orgasm, and Bridget sought to push her towards the edge. She lifted up, only to slam her hip down and smash their pussies together, starting a rough and furious grind. Her own juices were beginning to flow again, but she paid them little mind - she could take whatever Nazaria could take and more. Her tongue darted out and ran across the seductress's full lip, perfectly tracing them from side to side. "You will submit to me."

Nazaria wanted Bridget to give her everything she had. She wanted Bridget to completely spend herself up in her efforts to make Nazaria cum. Those efforts would be successful, as Nazaria had never bothered to train herself to resist orgasm. There was no reason, she had always believed, to resist pleasure in that way. But her incredible endurance would ensure that Bridget had no chance at actually winning the match. And her raw sexual prowess would ensure that the Chinese girl would be brought to orgasm along with her.

Bridget seemed to think that she had won, and Nazaria would play along. It wasn't difficult to do so, as there was no need to fake or falsely enhance her moans or her other biological reactions. They all came quite naturally as Bridget's body met Nazaria's. Their breasts crushed together as Nazaria arched her back, her breasts doing a good job of pushing against Bridget's despite gravity being against them. Nazaria's leg pulled Bridget closer, and the Chinese girl would take the bait, smashing her pussy against the blonde's, grinding sex on sex roughly, their bikini bottoms, still holding on, once again becoming soaked with more than just salty ocean water.

Nazaria grinned and purred as Bridget licked her lip. She would pucker up and blow a few encouraging kisses. "Mmm...why don't you try to make me, darling?" the succubus would respond in a breathy tone, as she would buck upwards to smack her pussy against Bridget's challengingly.

Nazaria knew that Bridget would take the bait. For the purple-haired Chinese girl, there was no other path. She wanted to prove herself in direct combat against Nazaria, pussy to pussy, but it would be her downfall. Nazaria knew it, and it seemed that Bridget's own sister knew it, too. Now, very soon, Bridget would be taught the lesson in a humiliating—but hopefully also enjoyable—way.

It was strange - Bridget was on the top. She was not so addled by sex that she had lost all sense of gravity. She was pushing down on Nazaria, which meant that, in theory, she would have superior mobility. It would certainly look, to any casual onlooker, that she was the dominant one, here. That she could work Nazaria to her will and ground the haughty blonde into paste.

But as the match churned on, and Bridget began to feel herself getting hotter and hotter, even she could tell there was something amiss, here. The look on Nazaria's face. The timber in her voice. The power in her legs, as she mashed them close together once again. The Won Sister was the one getting pushed towards an orgasm, and while her opponent was hardly unaffected, only one woman could take the lead in this particular dance. Bridget was starting to suspect it was not her.
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She ground her pussy down harder than ever, becoming so furious in her motions that her sex became partly exposed. This, of course, did not help her own arousal, but drove her faster towards the heightened arousal. She kept going, stronger by the second, faster, and faster, hotter and hotter. The waves splashed all around them, the proof of her arousal trickled down out of her bottom, her teeth found Nazaria's neck and bit down hard..

She came.

Bridget came like a firehose, squirting wildly on Nazaria as her body spasmed. Her long cry grew weaker and weaker as her body follwed suit, she found herself laying across the blonde's chest like a blanket. The first orgasm had been insane, but this one was even more intense, and it left Bridget drained. The only consolation was that Nazaraia had to be even more spent after such a maddening event.

Even though Bridget had been rather thick-headed, confidently assuming that being on top meant that she was in control, slowly, surely, she was beginning to catch on. Nazaria knew she would. Bridget may have been very confident in her abilities, but she was not a stupid girl, and she was able to see and feel what was happening just as well as Nazaria could, and even better than Cindy could. Though her pride was probably making her loathe to admit it, she was slowly realizing that Nazaria was not the sort of hentai wrestler who tried to avoid orgasm. Why should she deny herself pleasure? In a fight like this—a fight to exhaustion—simple reciprocity would be plenty for Nazaria to carry the day.

Bridget understood at least the gist of this. As Nazaria looked up into Bridget's face, still smiling, now moaning a little louder with each thrust of their pussies against each other, she saw the dawning of some understanding in those lovely Chinese features. Nazaria wanted Bridget to keep on humping her. It would turn them both on, regardless of who was on top. If Nazaria came, so would Bridget. And if Bridget came, she took one step closer to exhaustion. The same could not be said of the insatiable blonde succubus.

Bridget began to pump her hips harder and harder, thrusting down with increasing speed and power. Nazaria would arch her back and push her hips up in response, moaning and crying out loudly and freely as Bridget tried to force her into an orgasm. But the purple-haired girl was now doing it at the expense of her efforts to keep her own arousal under control. And Nazaria would strike, tilting her lower body just slightly, making the connection between their sexes just right. She would push up and press herself up hard against Bridget's sex, making a connection, which was soon removed before Bridget came down again. Faster. Harder. Nazaria moaned out loud, clutching the wet sand as she felt her orgasm coming fast.

Nazaria came almost at the same time as Bridget, with the purple-haired girl's squirting juices being met with a geyser of Nazaria's, warm fluids going in all directions, coating their lower bodies. Nazaria's whole body tensed up and she moaned loudly, practically screaming. Luckily, there were no others on the beach anymore besides the three of them. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like minutes. Her muscles spasmed, her whole body tensed and untensed. Then, slowly, she would relax again, settling back down into the sand. Bridget seemed to collapse, spent, on top of Nazaria, her head on the blonde's chest. Nazaria smiled and chuckled. She had to catch her breath for a moment. But, as she always was, she was still fully conscious.

"What a good girl..." she purred in Bridget's ear, stroking her fingers through that luscious purple hair, taking a few seconds to relax and enjoy the way Bridget was draped over her.

Bridget came and came and came and came. She was hardly a prude, and while she had gone through a drought recently, sex was still something with which she was quite familiar. But even with her experience, over a decade of fine partners, she could recall no one who caused her to gush quite like this. Her body shook as Nazaria reached her peak as well, and the sound of the rapture mingled and became a strange melody. Two sirens, wailing in the night.

From the sidelines, Cindy brought her hand up, sliding it out from under her body and running it along the sand to get rid of her juices. Her body was annoyingly tense now, far too overworked by the stimulation, and while she was all smiles and smirks on the outside, she inwardly cursed - she should've known better than to work herself up so much. Watching Nazaria, she knew that being as close to a blank slate as she could stand would be her greatest asset when her turn came. This woman was a sexual juggernaut, and anything less than 100% in opposition to her flirted with disaster.

Sweet, steaming, sensual disaster.

Bridget was dizzy for a moment, as her body shook and shivered. She took a moment to gather her breath and opened her lazy eyes, expecting to see an equally wiped out Nazaria beneath. The reality, however, was somewhat different.

"You..." She blinked in amazement with her weary eyes and slid off of Nazaria's body, flopping down  on her back. "How are you not more winded?" There was no more bluster in her voice, no more feigned bravado. She genuinely had to know where Nazaria's ungodly stamina sprung from.

Bridget almost seemed at risk of becoming dehydrated, the way that she came and came, her fluids bursting out of her and thoroughly coating Nazaria's lower body. As Nazaria came, too, and their cries of arousal mingled together in the rapidly darkening evening air, she appreciated just how sexy and formidable a woman Bridget was. She obviously was not a hentai wrestler, but with very little additional training, she could be a great one. She could compete with almost anyone who was gunning for the hentai title right now. Anyone except, of course, Nazaria.

Nazaria glanced over at Cindy and could tell that she was on a very sexual edge, as well. Nazaria smirked and licked her lips. Perfect. She wanted Cindy to be ready, because her sister did not seem as though she was going to last very much longer, the way that she was panting and shivering, and the way her body was draped exhaustedly, limply over Nazaria's body, their bare skin pressing alluringly together with the moisture of the ocean water and their own sex juices mixing in, as well. Nazaria would sigh and run her hand through Bridget's hair, her own breathing beginning to come back down to a more typical rhythm, her heart beginning to thump a little slower after reaching a fever pitch during her orgasm, as well.

Bridget began to recover—rather quickly, to her credit—and decided to roll off of Nazaria, flopping down onto her back on the wet sand, splattering Nazaria with a few little gritty, damp projectiles. Nazaria would use a hand to flick those little bits of sand off of her arm and her belly as Bridget asked her how she could not be more winded. The Chinese girl's voice sounded a little less confident now. While Nazaria would not yet say that Bridget sounded "submissive," at this point she was forced to recognize Nazaria's sexual prowess, and submissiveness would not be a very long time in coming.

"Mm...actually, you have managed to tire me out more than most of the girls I do this sort of thing with," Nazaria would say, as she rolled over onto her knees and sat up tall in front of Bridget. "But I'm afraid that all of your efforts to best me in this sort of contest will inevitably lead to failure. I have a certain combination of natural talents and acquired skills that make me...well, you can just call me a succubus."