Zulime Lafitte vs. Kim Rhee - Third Time's The Charm

It was all too predictable. Zulime was an exceptional opponent, but she was still a human, a woman, and the female body was an instrument that Kim had long since mastered.

The reactions were so common, she could’ve timed them. She watched as the Cajun thrashed around, becoming enslaved to her own emotions, getting pulled away in a tidal wave of lust. It was amazing, really - you wouldn’t think that a person could get so carried away that they would momentarily forget where they were, but that was what a good hentai match could do to a person. One thing led to another, you gave up a little bit and a little more, and then…

That wasn’t to say Zulime didn’t put up a valiant effort, trying to scoot away and avoid Kim’s pleasuring rhythm. But it was easy enough to keep up with her, and she refused to let this advantage go so easily. ”It’s going to happy, Z.” Kim kept her grip tight and hit Zulime with a few teasing humps, before giving her pussy another hammering thrust. ”Let it happen. No shame, here.”

Zulime's desperate bid to push away from Kim ended the way they were always going to end. Kim came right back at her, hard and strong, and the Riverboat Queen was once again at the mercy of her wildest passions. The initial thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and when she shook her massive chest jiggled mightily. She turned her head to the side, and her long dark hair fell over her face.

She did not hear Kim's words, but all the same she listened to them. Her legs stopped moving in a concerted fashion, and now she was giving herself over to the passions of the evening completely. If Kim wanted her right then and right there, well, then she was going to get the full taste of Zulime.

The pleasure in her was reaching a crescendo. She felt a massive wave coming, and Zulime did not feel like doing anything to get out of the way. The moans that flew from her lips were lower, more primal, more animalistic...

Here came Kim’s favorite part, now - the submission. Not the one that would end the match, of course; she was under no delusions that getting Zulime to verbally submit would be much, much harder. No, this was the submission of her body, the point where an opponent knew that an orgasm was coming and there was nothing left to do but ride out the bliss.

”Just let it go.” Kim growled, muttering a few words in Korean as her own lust started to take over. She punctuated her words with primal thrusts, slapping away at the stubborn Canjun’s sex, mining deep to strike gold. [color:de32=#Green]”Just. Let. Go.”

She clutched Zulime’s legs tight now, squeezing hard, sinking her nails deep into the succulent flesh. She needed her foe to come. Demanded it. She could worry about winning the match in full later - right now that was her sole objective, and she bucked away like a woman possessed to get it done.

Zulime could not resist anymore. She didn't want to resist anymore. Her climax was slowly building, and the trickle had become a flood. The Cajun girl did not hide her orgasm. No, she downright announced it. The cries of pleasure that came from her lips rang out across the arena, and Zulime had devolved into a writhing, groaning mess. Her heels dug into the canvas, and her head jerked left and right.

When Zulime came, she came hard. She let everything flow out of her, and did not regret that she was still climaxing. When Zulime finally came to her senses, she realized where she was, and what had just happened. The Riverboat Queen was now halfway to losing this match, and was in not much of a state to recover.

Panting and exhausted, the Cajun girl started pushing away, trying to gain some distance between her and Kim. Her head was far more clear now that she had sated some of her more unorthodox desires, and she was going to do what it took to get herself right back into this match.

And that was the sweetest sound in the world. Kim had heard screams of ecstasy on every continent except for Antartica. Japan to Puerto Rico, Ireland to Austrailia, Sweden to Laos. But she’d never had the pleasure of hearing a Cajun scream before, and she was well-pleased to write that off her bucket list. She would certainly be taking a trip to Mardi Gras next year.

But one was plenty to sate her appetite until then, and she meant that literally. As the juices ran out of Zulime’s sex, Kim reached down and slid a finger underneath the fabric, letting them coat her hand. In a moment, those same fingers were in her mouth, giving her the perfect sample. ”Spoils of war.”

Her opponent was on the move, undoubtedly realizing the peril she was in, but Kim wasn’t about to let her get away so easy. ”Zulime? Z?” She crawled after the black beauty like a hunting panthress. ”So quick to run off? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” She pushed up to her feet, letting her shadow cast in front of her. ”There’s so much more where that came from.”

Zulime had pushed herself to her elbows, but still lay on her back. Her already large breasts looked downright massive from the way she was posturing. That was not intentional, of course, but if she got Kim to look that would not be so bad either. "You better enjoy it while it lasts..." The appearance of pleasure had now totally faded from her face. It was time to get her game face back on. And if she wanted to define it even further, she would point out that a coquettish grin curled the edge of her lips, and she tilted her head to the side.

"Cuz you never know when you are going to get it next." Zulime moved as quickly as she could. The shadow was looming over her, which meant that Kim was well within striking distance. The Cajun girl found that it was high time to get back into the thick of it.

The Riverboat Queen's leg came up, and then extended straight towards Kim's gut. Sure, she was telegraphing it a little bit, and fine, the orgasm might have robbed her of a little bit of her power, but those strong thighs of her could summon forward a lot of power. It was not like her to rely on sheer power, but given the circumstances, she had little choice.

If Zulime was trying to distract Kim with her bouncing breasts, it wouldn’t work, though the effort was quite appreciated. It was a sad reminder that she hadn’t given them nearly enough attention when she was fucking the Cajun into oblivion a minute ago, that she’d focused on the lower half of her magnificent body and left the top half unattended.

She would correct that, in due time. First, though, she had to capitalize on the corner she was backing Zulime into and the advantage she had, even if her opponent didn’t seem to realize the danger she was in. ”Is that a fact?” She closed in, not the least bit threatened and not at all afraid to make sure Zulime knew it.

As it turned out, she really, really should’ve been more cautious. She moved in and got a heavy blow to the stomach for her trouble, as Zulime reminded Kim that those luscious thighs of hers were for more than show. The blow launched the Amazing Asian back into the turnbuckle, and that was where she stayed for the moment, reeling as she tried to recover all the wind that had just been knocked clean out of her.

If Zulime was trying to distract Kim with her bouncing breasts, it wouldn’t work, though the effort was quite appreciated. It was a sad reminder that she hadn’t given them nearly enough attention when she was fucking the Cajun into oblivion a minute ago, that she’d focused on the lower half of her magnificent body and left the top half unattended.

She would correct that, in due time. First, though, she had to capitalize on the corner she was backing Zulime into and the advantage she had, even if her opponent didn’t seem to realize the danger she was in. ”Is that a fact?” She closed in, not the least bit threatened and not at all afraid to make sure Zulime knew it.

As it turned out, she really, really should’ve been more cautious. She moved in and got a heavy blow to the stomach for her trouble, as Zulime reminded Kim that those luscious thighs of hers were for more than show. The blow launched the Amazing Asian back into the turnbuckle, and that was where she stayed for the moment, reeling as she tried to recover all the wind that had just been knocked clean out of her.

Zulime wanted to have something that was really slick that she could say to Kim, right before she sent her leg out. It would be appropriate, she thought, given where they were and what she had just done. Still, the ultimate result was altogether favorable to her, as the kick hit harder enough to send her opponent scampering across the ring. When she saw Kim hit the corner, that was her cue to begin this third, and final act.

The Riverboat Queen got to her feet in a second. Immediately, she tore across the ring. Kim was a hell of a fighter, and Zulime recognized that this daze was not going to last forever. Her bare feet barely clung to the slick surface of the mat. All she had to propel her forward was her momentum, and her desire to get the better of her opponent.

The only problem was, Zulime only had a rough idea of what she was doing. By the time it occurred to her that she should have some sort of attack planned, she was too close to really do anything about it. Lacking any other option, Zulime leaped into the air and turned her body. A flying cross body was perhaps not the most graceful of moves, but she was pretty confident that this one was going to hurt.

Ugh. Okay. This was bad, Kim could admit that much. She was in the corner, hurting, dazed. If not for the ropes holding her up, she would’ve likely dropped flat on her ass. It was not a good look.

But she could recover from this. She could get out of this corner, regain her momentum, and-

”Crap.”

Kim’s eyes widened as she saw a dark-skinned, Cajun freight train heading straight for her. Her mind screamed at her to jump out of the way, but her body disagreed - it needed more energy, energy it wouldn’t be getting nearly soon enough.

Zulime hit, smashing Kim’s body against the turnbuckle, practically engulfing her in flesh. The wind was driven clean out of the Amazing Asian’s body, and all she could do was fall forward against her foe. Battered, broken, lifeless.

For the moment.