Liao 'Bacchus' Jun vs. Vanessa York - Another Shot

”I will!”

Vanessa snapped back a split-second after Bacchus’ comeback, almost on reflex. While she’d known this woman for a grand total of twenty minutes, tops, even she could see past that. She was not the planning type. Clearly.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. And, as Vanessa came hurtling towards her for the lariat, she really should’ve been more mindful of what a woman like her could with those legs. Even if she had been paying close attention, though, she might’ve still been caught off guard by what happened next.

Vanessa squawked as a powerful pair of thighs wrapped around her head and locked in tight. It wasn’t a sensation she would’ve hated, really. Bacchus had nice, creamy thighs. Smooth. Pleasant. But she had little time to enjoy them before she was hurled through the air and slammed down hard on her back, making the ring shake with her impact and leaving her in a dizzied daze. ”Fuck! A hurricanrana, really?”

It wasn’t clean, and it wasn’t pretty. Bacchus had hardly been able to aim herself when she leapt up, and when throwing herself back her head had swung dangerously close to the mat. Any natural high-fliers in the back who happened to be watching likely held an anxious breath during that spot. But with some luck, Bacchus was able to toss Vanessa over with the hurricanrana, and in the end that was what mattered most.

Hearing Vanessa, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Heh, got plenty of surprises up my sleeve for ya, Red!” Bacchus teased while shaking off the brief feeling of dizziness her own move had brought on.

Then she quickly shuffled back over to Vanessa. She had enjoyed the feeling of her rival’s head between her thighs just as much as Vanessa had enjoyed it, maybe even more so. Wanting to get some more of that delicious feeling, she swung a leg over her foe’s head to climb on top of her, practically in a 69 position. Her right foot swept in under Vanessa’s head to try to scoop it up between her thighs. Then she’d extend her legs and cross her ankles to secure the reverse headscissor, immediately pouring on the squeeze if she could lock on the hold.

Ugh, it had been a hot minute since Vanessa had been in a hurricanrana, she’d forgotten how dizzying it could be, how it left you so disoriented. It wasn’t so much that the move hurt - though, yes, getting slammed on your back like this did hurt - but how it mess with your equilibrium. It left you open to so many thing afterwards, the perfect move to transition to any number of followups.

Followups like, say, whatever it was Bacchus was crawling over her for now.

”Hey, what are you-” She was cut off as one of Bacchus’ thighs moved over her mouth, before the woman came to straddle her chest. When Bacchus started to bully her head up between her thighs, it was clear what she was going for...but, by then, it was way too late to stop it. There was nothing left but the pain.

And was there pain. Bacchus’ legs were amazing, but they could do far more than kick. Those thighs came down on Vanessa’s skull like iron rollers, laying into her with unrelenting pressure than had her clenching her teeth and bucking about like a wild woman. She pawed at the woman’s legs, pulling at them in vain, but it wasn’t getting her anywhere. For the moment, she was truly trapped.

At least the view was nice.

Bacchus was no Minami Toshimi when it came to submission holds. She liked kicks, and anything flashy enough to get a crowd to jump out of their seats. That said, her legs were strong enough to apply pretty damn good scissor holds, and Bacchus did love the feeling of a desperate opponent struggling between her thighs. That was just about the only kind of hold she used fairly regularly. Even made a handful of opponents in the indies tap out to them.

Putting the reverse headscissor on Vanessa felt pretty fucking great. On top of feeling her rival’s face and neck sandwiched between her strong thighs, this one kept her ass looming right in front of the woman’s face. Yeah, Bacchus knew exactly what she was doing with this one. And when she felt Vanessa’s hands pawing at her, she let out a small laugh.

“Oi, who gave ya permission to cop a feel, huh?” she said, giving her thighs a nice, tight squeeze to punish Vanessa. They were far enough away from the ropes that, considering her enemy seemed to have no way out, she could probably force a submission here. But those hands that kept patting and batting at her legs and hips gave Bacchus a different idea.

“If you’re gonna do that, it’s only fair that I get to feel ya up too!” she said, releasing her headscissor only to immediately push herself upright and sit directly on Vanessa’s face! At the same time, her hands would go straight down to the prone woman’s tits, latching onto both so she could likely squeeze, massage and tease them.

There was no way Vanessa was tapping out to this. Moves like this weren’t just meant to crush you, they were all about showing off and getting that crucial mental edge. Bacchus was stunting, trying to mess with her head a little bit...or just having fun. Whatever the case, she was determined to endure it and come out on the other end fighting. She could handle this. Just had to stay away. Keep sucking in air like it was going out of style. Hang on.

What happened next, though…

Vanessa’s eyes widened to saucers as Bacchus moved back, shifting to a sit and planting that meaty, muscular butt of hers right on top of her face. She’d been here before, and not too long ago, with her match against Johanna, where the bitch had gotten her rocks off. There were no doubt people in the audience who remembered that match well, how it left her a teared-stain, sweaty, beaten mess, how humiliating it had been, how it had left her such a wreck. She should’ve hated this.

But she kind of didn’t, really. Oh, she put up a fight, squirmed and bucked underneath, twisted and turned. But this facesit was far friendlier than the one she’d gotten from Vogel, and it was only fair - she’d brought butts into this match earlier, after all. And the massaging on her chest definitely helped. It had been a good long while since she’d felt a touch like that.

Vanessa would be getting out of this. She was sure of that. But for now she kept the struggling to a minimum and just moaned under Bacchus’ backside. To lull her into a false sense of security. Totally.

Could Bacchus have held her scissor hold long enough to make Vanessa tap? Perhaps. She certainly had confidence that her legs were strong enough to get the job done. But it also may have required a level of patience just a tad too high for her. The Chinese wildcard typically didn’t much like staying in one position for too long. Besides, she was much more comfortable now.

“Mmmm, there we go~” she purred, lightly biting her lip as her ass came to sit directly on Vanessa’s face. Bacchus’ pants were quite thin, and she could feel plenty of the pretty features pressing against her backside. She shook and shifted her hips a bit, partly to get the positioning just right, and also partly just to rub her ass in Vanessa’s face.

Her sexy rival even gave her some extra help with that last part. The woman struggled, but not enough to amount to anything significant. All it really did was further press and rub Vanessa’s face into Bacchus’ rump. The drunkard hummed and chuckled in delight, quite easily keeping her seat atop her rival’s face, while her hands continued to work over Vanessa’s tits. She brought her forefingers and thumbs together around the nipples, beginning to lightly pull and twist to see how her foe would react to the teasing.

Obviously, Bacchus was getting pretty turned on by all of this herself. And she shifted her hips back just enough to press her crotch right against Vanessa’s lips. “Hey Red, while you’re down there, how ‘bout you show me what that tongue can do?”

The crowd had been getting into this match right from the start. Even though they hadn’t seen the brawl this match spawned from, they could sense these women’s energy, feel the excitement and chemistry between them. They’d been having a banger of a match up until now, and with things taken a sudden but not unwelcome sensual turn, they were growing even rowdier, looking on with envious eyes. This was the AFW. Nothing else quite came close.

Vanessa couldn’t say she blamed them. As much as she hated to admit it, there were far worse places to be than under Bacchus’ amazing ass. And the woman knew how to reciprocate, putting those hands to work on her breasts. It had been way, way too long since anyone had a go at her breasts, and she didn’t know how much she missed the sensation until right about now.

Bacchus could probably guess as much from all the moans coming from beneath her rump and the squirming. Telltale signs.

And then came the request. Vanessa couldn’t lie, it was a tempting one, and fair - she was doing a bang up job on her tits, that should be rewarded. But her vision was starting to get hazy, and she was all too aware that she could lose like this. She needed an escape path, and fairly soon.

So her brain worked out a compromise. Vanessa shot her tongue out and ran it along Bacchus’ crotch. A tentative lick at first, light, but a heavier one followed, and a heavier one followed that. She flicked at it, gave it long drags, then peppered her with quick slaps, tracing a wet outline against her shorts. A hot, sensual moment that went on the better part of a minute…

...until Vanessa pushed hard to shove Bacchus forward and raised her knee hard at the same time, attempting to clock her in the face with a stiff knee.

The underlying sexual tension between Bacchus and Vanessa as they fought had been undeniable. Even so, when Bacchus sat on her rival’s face and told her to start licking, she hadn’t actually expected her to do it. Her brows briefly rose in surprise when she felt Vanessa’s tongue lap at her crotch. And then as she put more effort into it, Bacchus let out a blissful exhale while closing her eyes.

“Mmmm, there’s a good bitch~” she said, starting to lightly grind in rhythm with Vanessa’s licking, making sure she got the most of every drag and lash of her tongue. Moisture soon began building between her legs, and not all of it was coming from her rival’s tongue. All the while she continued to reward the redhead for her obedience by using her hands to tease and play with her breasts. The muffled sounds from Vanessa that reverberated against Bacchus were all the indication she needed that they were both enjoying this equally.

“I’m gonna cum on your face, Red. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to repay the favor later after I win—“ SMACK! Suddenly Bacchus was shoved forward, and her vision turned to an explosion of bright light as a knee slammed into her head! Immediately she stumbled and rolled off of Vanessa, writhing about on the mat while her hands moved over her aching, throbbing head.

Was Bacchus getting wet?

...huh. Now that Vanessa thought about it, that possibility shouldn’t have surprised her one bit. It had been a good, long while since she’d done this, though, and while she figured it would be enough to take her opponent off guard, she didn’t think her tongue was talented enough to get such immediate results. But no, the taste spoke for itself, and what she could hear of Bacchus over the raucous crowd confirmed it. She was well on her way to a climax.

That made what happened next all the sweeter. Her knee connected and, sure enough, her foe was sent rolling off, her world thoroughly rocked. Vanessa was left to gasp on the floor, refilling her lungs, but she didn’t lay there for long - she had to take advantage of this. And there was something else she wanted to do, too.

Scrambling, she rolled over, threw a quick punch in Bacchus’ face to stun her further, then grabbed her leg and pulled it in for a pin. At the same time, though, she buried her face in the woman’s crotch and battered it with a few hot licks, wanting to get some more of that taste. Just a bit. And maybe to throw her off enough to nail the three count.

Would it work?

The referee dropped down and started up the count. ”1…!”

A string of muttered, grunted words flowed out of Bacchus’ mouth in rapid succession while she writhed on the mat. It was all in Chinese, but one didn’t need to speak the language to be able to tell she was cursing. Vanessa had caught her good with that knee. As bad as it had caught her off guard, a little more power or a bit luckier placement might have even knocked Bacchus out cold. But she wasn’t so quick to think about this as a lucky break while her head felt like it had just been blasted by a 90mph fastball. The timing had made it even worse, interrupting a delicious moment of mounting pleasure with a sudden explosion of excruciating pain.

Noticing movement around her, Bacchus moved her arms to try to see what Vanessa was up to. Another big mistake, because the second her arms moved from in front of her face, her rival’s fist slammed right into it, dazing the martial artist all over again. Lying on her back, her hand went to rest over her head again. Bacchus didn’t even seem to notice her leg being hooked, but she did feel Vanessa start licking at her crotch again. And just like that, the pleasure that had been yanked out from under her like a rug just a moment ago was back.

“Oh fuck…” Bacchus groaned, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. She was really tempted to just lay back and let Red eat her out right there. She probably would have too, if not for the ref’s count alerting her to the more pressing part of her situation.

“2…!”

Bacchus’ eyes shot wide open with surprise. Somehow she’d completely missed the first count, and now she was less than a full second away from this match abruptly slipping away from her! With a grunt she threw an arm up into the air, forcing her shoulder off the mat as the ref’s hand seemed to be mere centimeters from coming down for the three count!