PHDoom vs. River Styx - Aggressive Expansion

Styx had never been what one would call a picky lover. It was sort of a requirement, really. The sort of women who’d fuck with her weren’t necessarily ugly or anything, but they were usually similar to her in some degree. Styx was a rough, violent, surly woman who had sex with other rough, violent, surly women. Preferably ones who were strong enough to hurt her and durable enough to take it when she hurt them back.

In other words, Doom was a good fit. But how good? Well, that remained to be seen. So far, it looked promising. Extremely.

She liked the way the bitter brawler bit her lip, sinking in deep with those fangs of hers.

She like the way Doom moaned - not like some mewling little kitten, but a full-grown tigress, a deep guttural sound.

She particularly liked those adventurous hands were working their way downward, heading into dark, dangerous territory.

Styx could’ve let that go on for a while, but it seemed Doom had different plans. Plans that involved taking her off her feet and dropping her on the mattress with a surprisingly effective improvised takedown. Styx, never having much mind for the more technical side of fighting, wasn’t sure how Doom pulled it off. But it worked.

She landed hard, rocking the room on impact and bouncing up once, before she came down and settled with her fellow troublemaker on top. ”Tch, fucking bitch.” Insult though it was, Styx put enough mirth in her voice to make it clear she was playing...or what passed for ‘playing’ in her psych. Doom had the superior position, but that didn’t mean Styx couldn’t have some fun.

She pushed Doom off of her, got her chest up a bit, just enough so that she could give her top a hard yank, trying to pull what little covering the wild warrior had on clean off, exposing her chest to the stale air of the room.

Doom found her pulse pounding a bit harder than it ever really did, outside the end of a training session, or a fight. And now, it was a very different sort of pounding. Primal, thundering right against the confines of Doom's chest. It had all the excitement of the fight, but with an entirely different sort of tone. A different taste to it. Just like Styx had.

The key difference between this and a fight was that Doom had absolutely idea how this was going to pan out. None of it. The private encounter between the two of them, or Doom's eventual introduction to Styx's circle of associates. A fight would just be a series of punches, punishing holds, all until someone tapped out or passed out. This, was entirely different.

But some of the rules of the fight still applied. Doom was able to sink her hands low, felt the rush of chills up her spine as her hands slid across smooth and soft flesh. Leading to a rush of adrenaline that helped Doom pull off her takedown, hoisting Styx up and planting her hard against the mattress. The two of them bounced and rocked together. Doom heard Styx's curse in her ears, causing her to growl with a bit of fierceness. It was fun, somehow, hearing the woman's frustration and knowing that it wasn't entirely the result of actual hate.

Then, suddenly, Doom's body got pushed up. Taking a sharp breath, the brawler expected Styx to take a swing, possibly, and was surprised when the powerhouse's hand went much lower. In a sharp yank, Styx pulled Doom's top free. There was the tiniest snap of thin fabric, and suddenly Doom's pert breasts came spilling out of the destroyed top. Looking down at her exposed self, Doom fought back a surprised laugh.

"Insolent witch," Doom said, with the barest edge to her voice, "you'll pay for that indignity!" Wrapping her arms around the sides of Styx's head, her biceps around Styx's neck, her forearms flexing against the back of Styx's head, Doom thrust her upper body downward. Pressing her chest hard into Styx's face, Doom spread her legs over Styx's body for leverage. An ... extremely modified lateral press, Doom grinned in anticipation. Every part of Doom was tingling, anticipating Styx's response to the move.

It probably went without saying, but Styx was not a fan of breast smothers in the wrestling ring. In her mind, it was just another symptom of how ridiculous the AFW could be at time - who could get themselves trapped by such a thing? What sort of moron wound up submitting to tits? At least with a facesit, you had someone’s whole weight coming down on your face. If someone even tried that shit on her between the ropes, she’d beat them pillar to post and back to pillar again.

But, in the bedroom, things were a little different. If there was anything better than having that flesh in her face, she could scarcely think of it right now. What with Doom’s unique sex talk and the breasts ruining her concentration and all.

She might’ve preferred to feel them with her hands, but she couldn’t deny that this worked, too. With a lusty growl that reverberated through Doom’s chest, Styx opened her mouth and went to work.

Bites. Licks. The occasional kiss. She ravaged Doom’s chest with feral fervor, scraping her teeth along the flesh hard enough to leave marks in her wake. Her lips found a nipple and had the natural reaction for a moment, suckling on them like a little babe, but it wasn’t long before her teeth came into play. She gave it a fierce bite, digging deep, then licking at it with her wild tongue. Her work done there for the time being, she moved her face along the valley of skin, intending to bring her warpath to the other side.

The great thing about this position was that it gave her access to some of her favorite body parts, all at the same time. While her mouth attacked Doom from the front, her hands slid over the bitter brawler’s back and mounted an assault from behind. Two groping hands made their way underneath Doom’s shorts, gripping both cheeks running them ragged with her nails. At the same time, she tried to inch them off. Little by little. After all, she liked Doom’s tats, and wanted to them in all their glory...

Doom's grin, already spreading across her face, widened as she felt the reverberation of Styx's voice against her chest. The woman's passion was impressive, and Doom found herself feeding off of it. This was a rather new experience, since Doom had moved to Japan. Getting any kind of rise out of herself, motivation for anything other than disdain and anger, was exhilirating. And Styx was wasting no time in lighting that fire.

Doom bit her lip and stifled a moan, as Styx's teeth sank hard into her firm chest. Doom wanted to moan, wanted to let her voice rise to the top of that small, makeshift room, but held onto it. She wanted to make Styx work for that, deny her that pleasure for a little bit. Possibly deny that to herself, as well, if Doom were being honest.

Chills went down Styx's neck, along her spine, as she felt Styx work her nipple over vigorously. Lips, then tongue, then teeth. Pulling and tugging hard, until those chills met with Doom's lower back. Pushing hard, Doom bucked her hips hard against Styx, grinding hard against the woman and letting her muscular thighs clench around her waist. All while biting her lip, keeping her throat tight, and not letting a single sound escape her body.

Doom's bucking hips seemed to make things a little easier for Styx's busy hands, as well. Bit by bit, inch by inch, Doom could feel the upper curve of her ass coming free of her shorts. Each thrust of her hips took her shorts down another tantalizing inch, as if her shorts were looking to slide away. Doom's grin tightened.

In Styx’s opinion, people - at least, the people she fucked and saw fucking - didn’t use teeth enough when it came to sex. The mouth was useful for so many different things beyond just simple kissing - biting, licking, gnawing, gnashing, sucking, spitting. Feasting on the flesh.

Typically, this would’ve been enough to make most girls scream. Styx prided herself on being able to make her lovers sing the loveliest little songs, but Doom? She was keeping tight lipped. Styx might not have even noticed it so much, if for the fact that this was the absolute quietest she’d been since they’d met. It was striking, but not necessarily something she couldn’t work with. In fact, Styx was seeing some unique potential.

”Keeping quiet on me, bitch?” Styx whispered as she worked Doom’s pants off even further, getting them down to her knees before she used her own feet to keep them off the rest of the way. Styx took a moment to give Doom’s right cheek at hearty slap and squeeze, feeling the tight muscle underneath.

Oh, the things she could do with Doom if they had all day to do them…

”Let’s play a game with that.” She nodded to the side and look up at Doom with an animal’s eyes, rich with wild hunger and untamed lust. ”Get on your back.”

There was some edge to it, but it wasn’t a command. More like a dare, one she was curious to see if Doom would accept. Not to mention what would come next if she went along with it…

Doom kept her throat tight, with almost aesthetic dedication. She wouldn't allow herself to make a sound, as Styx worked her over. The sensation was amazing, like nothing she'd felt before in any of her oft-drunken collegiate fumblings. Styx had more passion on the very tip of her tongue than most of the girls Doom had been with had in their entire pallettes.

Each teasing, nearly-tearing tug of Styx's mouth pulled at Doom's body, made a light moan or giggle threaten to pop out. Still, Doom held firm to her conviction. She was going to get a rise out of Styx, dammit, no matter how much work it took!

Sure enough, Doom got her desired reaction. A smirk tugged at Doom's lip, as Styx spat her challenge at her. It was enticing. Styx wasn't frustrated, or wounded, but rising to the opportunity. It was enough to make Doom throw her head back, with the rest of her body tumbling behind her!

Doom went to her back, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath. She glared at Styx readily, eyebrows raising. Her own wordless challenge to the brawler. Doom braced herself by planting her forearms against the mattress, propping herself up. Then, she wrapped her toned legs around Styx's waist. She hugged the woman tight, pulling her closer, trying to make it absolutely clear where she wanted her partner. Styx was offering no quarter, and Doom asked for none. Liking her lip, Doom nodded her head, beckoning Styx to do her worst!

Having never gone to college - or much school at all, really, since she was skipping all the time - Styx knew little about the sort of waifish girls you’d find there. That was the great thing about looking the way she did, advertising her size and strength. Women who went with her never had any illusions about what they were getting into, so she typically got the ones who could take what she dished out.

Even so - with the exception of Jessica - Doom was in a league all her own. There was something animalistic, barbaric about the way she wrapped her legs around Styx waist and held her tight, something unspeakable carnal about the look in her eyes. It felt like they could break out into fighting again at any second. Maybe they’d never really stopped.

That was about as deep as she cared to think of it. Time to fuck.

With a little unbuckling, Styx worked her pants off enough to bring her sex into the air, kicking them off and not caring one bit where they wound up. She pressed one hand against Doom’s chest, pinning her hard to the floor, while she worked a leg free and straddled the bitter brawler’s thigh, getting everything into position, making sure it was just right…

Styx fell on Doom and began to grind away, smashing their lower lips together in a rough embrace. It started out slow, but the more Styx did it, the more she wanted to do it, had to do it.

Faster. Faster. Faster

As she worked herself up into a furious heat, Styx brought her head to Doom’s, their wild eyes staring deep into one another. ”Hey, bitch.” Styx chuckled, dark and raspy, a heated word between thrusts and moans. ”What’s your name, huh?” Another stroke, another moan, the room was filling with the sounds of slapping flesh. ”Who the fuck do you belong to, huh?”

Doom latched on hard, and rode Styx for all she was worth. It was as much the result of animal attraction, as it was pure survival instinct. For all of Styx's obvious power and unchecked aggression, it felt as if riding the storm out was the only chance for survival. Fortunately for Doom, she had every intention of riding this storm, and seeing it through to it's final, inevitable climax.

Doom heard the clink of Styx's buckled coming undone, and her pants hitting the opposite wall. The brawler grinned wide, knowing full well what was coming next. Doom let Styx straddle her, pinning her against the floor. She did nothing to stop Styx, even if she were keeping herself tentatively silent. She didn't want to discourage Styx, but wanted to communicate above all else that she wasn't just giving in. Not yet, anyway.

It got harder, as Styx began to grind against her. Harder, faster, each push eking more air out of her lungs. Doom could feel her toned, sweat-sheened flesh grinding against Styx. Friction caused heat, their bodies sliding and grinding against one another. Doom tensed, her muscles clamping down around Styx, as she braced herself for more.

Doom met Styx fierce gaze. She could feel the heat of Styx's breath against her face, loving every dirty word that came out of her between the thrusting and the moaning. Each one made Styx thrust back, her tight core tensing and bucking up against Styx to shove her off, ever so slightly, before she came back down, hard.

Doom came back hard, on Styx. She grit her teeth, trying to minimize the air pushing out of her body before she was willing to let herself moan. Then, with a wicked grin, Doom took that next step. Before making a sound, Doom leaned her head forward. The bitter brawler nestled her face into the nape of Styx's neck, opened her mouth, and sank her teeth into Styx's neck. Biting her roughly, Doom let her tongue flicker against the warm flesh. Sliding along, up and down, Doom nipped her partner's skin hard. She tugged at her, pulled, waiting to see what rise she might get out of the powerful woman.

It wasn’t like a movie, with some cheesy soundtrack playing. There wasn’t any mood lighting to enhance the experience, no scented candles. If anything, Styx’s hovel had an odor to it, one that was thankfully being smothered out by the smell of sweat and certain other bodily fluids.

Dirty, raw, heavy, sloppy, and Styx wouldn’t have had it any other way. Judging from the sounds Doom was making, she felt the same way.

Though, she wasn’t making much noise anymore, was she? That hadn’t gone unnoticed, especially since it had become painfully obvious early on that PHDoom had a motor mouth going on. She was keeping that sexy mouth of hers shut, and Styx knew a challenge when she saw one.

Here came the teeth. There was the bite, hard and deep, and it was all Styx could do to keep herself from screaming at the searing pain. She pushed her former foe and current fuckbuddy away, slamming her down to the floor with a rough hand against her chest, digging in with what little nails she had.

”Fucking…” She snarled, her voice raw with rage and lust. She gave Doom a quick smack on the chin, then seized her jaw and pulled it in, practically slamming their lips together. There was almost gauranteed to be some blood. She liked it that way.

Styx’s hips pounded against Doom’s. Lovemaking, yeah, but more than that, like an act of dominance, a steady race to see who could take the reigns here. A challenge.

The sound and smell of Styx and Doom's rutting was overpowering. Even without letting herself grunt or moan, Doom couldn't help the sounds of her body thrusting and grinding against her partner. It was aggressive, powerful, animalistic. The two young women were going at it hard, and it was clear neither one was anywhere near letting up.

As they went on, between the biting and chewing, Doom took a moment to reel her head back. Lulling herself back, Doom sank her teeth into her lip, biting down hard. She kept that position, as she held her head high and waited for Styx to look up at her. Doom's eyes were open wide, looking down at the brute of a woman with a bit of fire. It was a fascinating sensation, having this bucking young woman beneath her, and Doom's grinding body was clearly enjoying every minute of it.

Still, each time, Doom would come back to sinking her teeth into Styx's shapely neck. She worked Styx over, using the powerful woman's strong flesh to release her own tension, keeping herself from crying out. Every time Styx bucked against her, Doom sank her teeth in harder. All part of the ongoing game, trying to deny her that satisfaction.

Then, however, Styx snapped back. Doom heard Styx's tone in voice change just seconds before the larger woman's hand clasped down around the back of her neck. Then, Styx yanked in, bouncing Doom's face off of Styx's own! An audible collision echoed through the tight space of Styx's hovel, as Doom's head jerked back.

In seconds, Doom could taste the tinny flavor of her own blood on her lip. The kiss itself, Doom's lips forced against Styx's, was a charge on its own. The sense of blood added to it, gave Doom an electric thrill. She couldn't remember the last time someone engaged her on such a primal level.

The two women's hips were pounding together with enough force that the mattress beneath them was rocking. The structure around them was beginning to creak, as they went at it. Biting her lip once again, Doom sucked in her blood. She raised her head, drawing her slender neck lean as she gulped down her own blood, hopefully in full view of her partner. Then, without another word, Doom shifted her legs. Wrapping them tight around Styx's thick thighs, as if whe were going for a grapevine maneuver, Doom pulled Styx's legs apart. With that, she would come down hard on the young woman, her sex pounding down hard at Styx, before Doom would tuck her hips in. Then, she would slowly grind herself against Styx, coming upward, sliding herself against Styx's body before coming down again, and repeating the entire motion. More and more, Styx would repeat this, her chest heaving as she fought to control her breath, bucking against Styx forcefully and trying to experience everything she could of the larger woman as she had her held beneath.