Great Minds

It almost went without saying, but Nazaria made an incredibly good seat. There was muscle underneath those thighs, but she wasn’t hard in the least. Kim wiggled, Kim squirmed, and the supple skin almost seemed to welcome her at every point of contact. The succubus was strong, she could tell that, but it was like her body was designed in such a way that such strength didn’t sacrifice her slim form.

”Nothing so crude as that, no.” Kim shook her head at the mention of those blunt instruments. Not that she was opposed to using such things in a genuine fight, but with the sort of battle they were talking about? No. She didn’t shy away from violence, but she wasn’t obsessed with it, either. ”The league I came from played things a bit rougher than most of the hentai matches I’ve seen. Knees, elbows, MMA mixed in with raw fucking, that sort of thing. Not that I can’t play it gentle, but I like to know what cards I should be bringing to the table.”

Kim inched closer, just enough for their lips to slide along each other. Not quite a kiss. Not quite. ”If only there was some way to test it. To see how I’d fair before I went out in front of an audience.” Her tongue darted out and slid across Nazaria’s lips, slapping at her teeth. Her grinding hips slowed, but pressed down harder than before, emphasizing the silent point she hoped Nazaria would get.

”Hypothetically question.” Kim closed her eyes. ”If you could set up a match - any kind of match - what would you choose?”

Nazaria knew how comfortable her lap was. She had sometimes bemoaned the fact that she herself could never sit in it. She knew that her body was absolutely perfect in terms of feel—muscle underneath, a very thin layer of fat on top, making for a smooth, plush, yet, ultimately, not too yielding surface, completely devoid of pimples, moles, or other blemishes.

Now, though, in addition to the very obvious flirting and body contact, the two of them were having a serious discussion about AFW. Nazaria hoped that she was able to keep up with Kim's line of questioning and guide her well. The blonde, of course, did not know much about divisions other than hentai. "I would say that there are at least two schools of thought when it comes to hentai. There are women in AFW who will not want to be hurt while they're sexfighting. There are others who actually beat each other into bloody messes while they're locked cooch to cooch. There are, of course, those in the middle, and those who bounce between."

Nazaria paused, pondering, then continued: "I've always preferred to have it rough, though I don't tend to go so far as to draw blood. But slapping, spanking, shoving, slamming...that's all part of the game for me."

Kim slid closer, and very nearly kissed her. Nazaria's eyes glimmered, and she purred. She felt Kim grind against her harder. And she pondered Kim's hypothetical. "Well...now that's a tough one." Nazaria loved sex, and there were plenty of different kinds of sexfights. Kinky pit boxing? Double dildos? Toys? Messy matches? All of the above? "You know, I have to say...it's hard to give you one specific stipulation. Buuuut...does it count if I say a match where the sex is constant, beginning to end, never stopping...but with some twists thrown in, to make a real challenge out of it?"

There Kim was, sitting on Nazaria’s lap, grinding away on her sex. She kept the contact varied, too - sometimes she was go for a slow, casual crawl, drawing out the contact as they slid against each other, pushing down hard enough to make the seat squeak and grown underneath them. Sometimes, she would break it up with a few rapid thrusts, pumping against Nazaria in staccato rhythm. Once she got a little carried away and made the seat shake, drawing some curious eyes their way.

Kim sent them away with a fierce glint from the corner of her eye. This was her claim, and she wasn’t in the mood to share.

”I’ve seen a lot of that in my travels, yes.” As she spoke, Kim moved back and took advantage of the easy access Nazaria’s dress afforded her, slipping a hand into her dressed and finding a breast to caress. She ran her fingers over it like she was inspecting melons at the grocery store, prodding and squeezing and teasing. ”You see quite a bit of that range in the States, these days. All the little AFW imitations that keep popping up. ECWL, the Dirty Pit, Battle Fuck.”

She had a little giggle at that last one, like she did everytime she said the name out loud. So on-the-nose.

”I like your suggestion, though - almost like an ‘Iron Pussy Match’, of sorts.” Kim ran a finger down her lips and suckled on it. ”What sort of twists, though? I’m all for spice, but there’s something to be said for simplicity, too, isn’t there?”

Kim was obviously experienced with this sort of thing. She knew that variety was the spice of sex, key to any erotic liaison. The way she varied the motion of her body on Nazaria's lap, first just rubbing gently, then grinding, then bumping, then almost slipping and sliding, excited the blonde succubus and made her eager to feel more of the other woman's flesh.

After having done a quick check of Nazaria's inner thigh area earlier, Kim now moved her hand up and inside the succubus's dress to fondle her breast. The way she did it was almost clinical, but Nazaria knew that everything right now was just exploratory. The real fun wouldn't start for a while yet. Nazaria played the good veteran and smiled as she allowed her new colleague to explore her body, letting her freely get a feel for it as they continued their discussion on hentai match theory.

Nazaria couldn't help but giggle along with Kim at the name of that company. She hadn't heard of it before. She would need to look into it. "Oh, simplicity can be wonderful, as well, that's for sure. When it comes to twists, I like something to liven it up...a toy, a special body part stipulation, something wet or messy, some special attire. Something that creates a nice rise and fall of action along with head-on fucking throughout the fight..."

”It’s been a long while since you’ve felt shame, hasn’t it?”

Kim’s question might have seemed random on the outside, but she’d been pondering it for the fast few minutes. It wasn’t even a question, so much as it was an inference based on a preponderance of evidence. Nazaria was hardly the first woman she’d done private business in public with before, but usually there was some resistance. Blushes. Scandalous sighs. Inevitably, her lover for the night would be the one to suggest moving to a more private locale.

But that was back in the States, with normal woman. She was in Japan now, on Friction territory with a living succubus. Quite different.

”I have a taste for oil, myself.” Kim withdrew her hand and brought her arms around Nazaria’s neck, drawing them closer together, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, eye to eye. Not subtle, but she felt they were past that, at this point, and there was only so much tension she could take.

”So,” She bit her lip, then bit Nazaria’s. ”Succubus. Say I were to ask for a demonstration of your prowess and powers. Say I wanted that tonight.” She ran her tongue over the spot she’d nibbled, as if in silent apology. ”When and where would we do that?”

Kim's next question was an interesting one. It got right to the heart of Nazaria's claims to being a succubus, and even seemed to be an effort on the Korean girl's part to dig a little deeper into Nazaria's history. Shame was not a part of Nazaria's vocabulary. It never had been, for as long as the blonde could remember. Even if she hadn't been a succubus, she wouldn't expect to have any.

"A very long time," the blonde confirmed, with a smile and a nod. "If I ever felt it, I honestly cannot remember. Even as a kid I was pretty shameless...though maybe not in exactly the same way." Nazaria was not even the only one in AFW who acted this way. While she was the only one who literally could not feel shame, plenty of other women seemed to flaunt themselves and their sexual dalliances without any concern for what others thought of them.

Kim pulled her close, and Nazaria let her, still playing the giving, generous veteran, allowing the rookie to run her hands over her, pull her close, pull them forehead to forehead. Nazaria chuckled and blew warm air in Kim's face as the girl pulled them that close. Kim would respond by biting Nazaria's lip, then giving it a lick. Nazaria purred.

"Whenever and wherever you want. I'm always ready, public or private. I don't even get tired. So the only limits on what we do and where we do it are your personal limits. I like to make sure that my paramours are as comfortable as possible. It's only good business sense for a succubus, you know." She would run one finger down Kim's neck and over her shoulder.

"So I'll ask you...when and where?"

It was rare that Kim found herself at a loss for words, but this was turning out to be one of those times. She had traveled across the world, continent-to-continent, fighting and fuckign with the best, inside and out of the ring...and yet, she’d never quite met anyone like this Nazaria. It made her feel like she had a rare thing. A special thing. Something she wanted to see in its glory.

Kim thought for a moment, then sat back and tapped her chin. Thinking. Seriously thinking. As serious as you could think while intoxicated and sitting on the lap of a succubus, she supposed. It did wonders for her imagination, she could think of all sorts of fun activities they could’ve done, and any of them would’ve been more than most women could dream...but they would have hardly been worthy.

There was one idea, though. A crazy one, but one that made her excited the more and more she thought about it. She had to know what Nazaria thought about it, but she was reasonably sure she would know the answer.

”I’m tempted to challenge you to a match. That would’ve been first inclination - to fight you, to fuck you.” She reached out and found a sliver of golden hair to wrap around her finger, twisting it up, delicately winding it. ”But now that I know who you are, what you are, that almost seems like a waste. The ring, the ropes, the canvas, they all seem like such common things for a being like you.”

With anyone else, those words might have been spoken in a mocking tone, as if making fun of Nazaria and the claims she made. Not Kim. She wanted to believe, true or not, and that was enough.

”I want you in my apartment. I want to know what it’s like to try your hand against a succubus, to battle wills with lust incarnate. I want to experience you in the dark, in the bed, on the floor, the jacuzzi, the terrace. I want you to tear me apart from the inside out.” Kim took a deep, lusty sigh, close her eyes, shivered at the mere thought of otherworldly domination. ”You’ve told me you were a succubus. Now I want you to show me.”

Nazaria had turned Kim's question back on her, and now the cute girl had to take a while to think about it. That was fine. Nazaria's hand would land on top of Kim's head, tousling her hair, then begin a long journey down her body, continuing for as long as Kim was still pondering how to respond. She stroked the girl's cheek, pinched her ear, and traced the outline of her chin. Nazaria's hand had made it down to Kim's upper chest when the girl started speaking. And, obligingly, Nazaria would withdraw her hand so as not to distract her lovely little charge.

What Kim said was very astute. Nazaria didn't do a lot of ring matches. Usually, she just went and fucked girls wherever she wanted. She had shown up to Natasha Loclear's house wearing nothing but a jacket and lingerie. She had had her way with a pair of twins on the beach as the sun set.

Kim's request was a passionate, decisive one. Nazaria liked that. She chuckled and leaned in to slowly drag her tongue along Kim's cheek. "Mm...if you think you're up for it...who am I to refuse you? There's no better way to get you acclimated to hentai here, really...no one you'll face in that ring will be like me. So let's get going, and you can show me around the place, let me know if you've got any toys you want me to fuck you with, and then...well, then you'll just have to brace yourself."

Kim loved making new friends. In fact, there was only one thing she could think of that she enjoyed more, and that was having wild, reckless sex with those new friends. By the looks of things, this night would end with her as a very pleased woman.

When the succubus had finished speaking in that honeyed voice of hers, Kim slid off her lap and took her by the hand, gently bidding her to follow. For the moment, she felt there wasn’t anything left to be said, and if the small applause they garnered on their way out was any indication, she was completely right about.

It was a short drive to Kim’s place, though it felt longer in the taxi that she hailed. She’d grown accustomed to the touch of Nazaria’s skin, didn’t want to let go of it for any longer than she had to...so she didn’t. While she was courteous enough not to get too crazy in the backseat, the sound of lips smacking skin were audible, and the driver had trouble keeping his eyes on the road.

But, by the grace of the goddess of sex, they made it to her apartment building soon enough, a modest place on the side of town. An elevator took them to the top floor, her loft apartment, and after that they were inside.

”Welcome.”

She opened the door and let Nazaria come inside, make herself comfortable. Kim made decent money back in the States, and had managed to score a hidden gem in Tokyo - her apartment was spacious, with a glass ceiling that let the moon cast haunting shadows all around. The rustic wooden floor gave it a homey touch, matching with the book shelf on the far side of the room and her large waterbed beside it, but her favorite touch was found on the walls.

Some might’ve called what she hung there porn, but she preferred the term ‘adult art’. Pictures of women embracing, holding, kissing, snuggling, loving, in an array of shapes and sizes, with wild colors and creative touches. One of her favorites hung just over the bed - a nighttime scene in a forest, in front of a lake, with two lovers holding hands and facing each other, only visible in silhouette, done with magnificent water colors.

”It’s not much.” Kim slipped out of her shoes and laid them to the side. ”But it’s home.”

Their little flirtatious rendezvous was not going to elevate to actual fucking right here in this booth, it seemed. That was all for the best, probably, as Nazaria's dates typically couldn't help but ruin the upholstery of the booths in the wild throes of their bliss. Going back to Kim's place would allow the young rookie to be as loud and as messy as she wanted to be, and would probably save them the trouble of having to hold back from the very highest peaks of their euphoria.

Nazaria, too, was looking forward to being able to let loose. Her mantra had always been that no matter whether it was in an AFW ring or on a beach in Italy, sex was something which should be enjoyed fully, and that meant both women should be orgasming at least once, and preferably several times. While it had not happened yet, the platinum blonde succubus supposed it could even be possible she might lose a hentai match because she had never really cultivated an ability to refrain from cumming. If she was fucking a world-class wrestler, she wanted to enjoy it, too!

Kim slid off of Nazaria's lap and left the establishment with the succubus right behind her. The taxi ride wasn't particularly eventful, but it did keep Nazaria excited, her adrenaline and endorphins flowing and building up a real chemical sense of anticipation inside of her. She took a moment off from being aroused, though, to be impressed by Kim's modestly-sized but impeccably-maintained apartment. The glass ceiling gave everything an ethereal glow. The wood floors made every step feel luxurious. And the erotica on the walls...well, Nazaria's break from being aroused ended a few seconds earlier than anticipated. She examined one waterside scene for a few seconds, turned to a more cosmopolitan depiction beside it, and then, not wanting to neglect Kim, turned back to her with a smile.

"I guess I should have expected no less!" she would muse, waving a hand around at the artwork. "It's a gorgeous place. Perfect for everything I'm going to do to you."