Faheema Salih vs. Bubbles Burste - Birds Of A Feather

It had been ages since Bubbles had been knocked out in a fight, and even then, it hadn’t been like her current experience. Not exactly, anyway. That time, it had been a flash - someone, she couldn’t even remember who now, clocked her upside the head with a steel chair and laid her out for a minute or two. It had been quick, and she distinctly remembered waking up shortly after and making whoever did it regret their actions immediately.

What Faheema was doing to her was a slower, crueler fate. A moment ago, she’d been sputtering and spitting, fighting for each wisp of air. Now, the noose was so tight that she couldn’t even do that much.  Stars danced about her vision, taunting her while her brain began to close early. The darkness was coming, the world was growing quieter, her senses were fading, and then…and then...

Nothing.

The hold was released and it was all Bubbles could do to flop down in a sweaty heap, sucking in lungfuls of air to rapidly replenish her diminished supply. Her eyes blinked a dozen times as senses quickly returned and the world came back to her all at once. Still conscious. Still in the fight. In theory, at least - while she wasn’t knocked out, she couldn’t move much before the occasional twitch and spasm. Even if she could, there was no question that Faheema would put down any resistance she could muster in the most brutal fashion possible.

She was helpless. Utterly helpless. Just as helpless as Faheema had been minutes ago. Maybe even more so, since the Nubian could at least see what was coming her way in the Tree of Woe. As she laid on her back, Bubbles could only imagine what was coming her way, and she could already tell Faheema was the type to exceed expectations.

Thankfully, Faheema seemed to be moving on to a softer phase now, as her arms snaked about and seized Bubbles in the full nelson. Hardly pleasant thank to the way her neck had been put through the wringer, but far more terrible. This, she could stand.

Along with the hot words. Yes.

And the licking and kissing. Oh, yes.

And the way she laid on Bubbles back, her naked breasts mushrooming against her shoulders, their sweat mingling between them.

Even with all the pain she was going through, the lingering agony that raged through her bones, she couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping her throat. It was all just so perfect. ”What…” Bubbles bit her lip, as Faheema’s propping tongue touched up a raw nerve. ”What now?”

What now? It was a good question, one that Faheema herself didn't have an answer for. Until now, her sexual identity had resided within her violent foreplay and the creative uses of her tongue. Basically, Faheema had good muscles, and she liked to use them, including the slippery one currently massaging her opponent's neck. However, Faheema's talents, talents that had made her an oddity in Africa, had been shown up by those of Bubbles. The Virgin Killer was strong, and her tongue was so very talented, all thanks to a lifetime of wrestling and sexual experience that Faheema lacked. This had left the poor migrant feeling a bit inadequate against her aptly named opponent.

Sex was a deeply personal affair, however, and no two lovers were identical. As a woman who had been taught by desperation to improvise, Faheema knew she could find a way to impress and delight Bubbles.

Answering her opponent's question with nothing but a punitive shush into one of her ears, Faheema sat up and rotated on top of Bubbles until she was facing her legs...and her snatch. Leaning down again, Faheema wrapped her arms tightly around the Virgin Killer's waist, and with a snarl of exertion and a shift to the side, started to roll the two heavy women over. Bubbles would get the nominal privilege of laying on top of Faheema, but that didn't mean she would be in control. As the two women rolled, Faheema's legs came up and snapped around the blonde giant's upper body. Holding tight to the woman with every muscle in her body, now, Faheema could turn her attention toward her partner's more intimate needs.

From her own perspective, Faheema was looking straight up into the valley between her opponent's thighs, with those plump ass cheeks of hers resting on top of Faheema's collar and neck. It was a touch uncomfortable, but with her arms clasped around Bubbles' waist up above, her hands and her lips were both capable of reaching sensitive areas. To demonstrate, Faheema tilted her head in and planted her lips on the bottom half of her opponent's mound, gracing it with soft kisses and occasionally letting her tongue slip out to stroke and fondle the area nearest to her taint. One of her hands wandered down Bubbles' waist, where a thumb started caressing her slit up and down from its top to its midpoint.

The approach was a reminder that Faheema could be methodical and sensitive in the right circumstances. The harsh beatdown suffered by Bubbles may have killed the buzz she'd been feeling before it started, so Faheema was going to tease and please her until she was primed once again. Her soft kisses grew more passionate, and her wandering thumb occasionally drilled into the center of the giant's sex, tickling and poking at the spaces between her labia. With every action, she tempted her opponent's body to open up for her, in multiple senses of the word. Once she was satisfied with her opponent's arousal, Faheema could finally demonstrate her full gratitude for the heavenly bliss that she had received earlier.

At ringside, Mariah found herself torn over the display happening before her eyes. On one hand, Bubbles was her wife, her client, her champion. Her entire job revolved around supporting the woman and helping her, supporting her whenever she could. She took their roles seriously, and would never betray that trust.

On the other hand, it was hot seeing Bubbles being dominated. She couldn’t lie, not on that. It was like watching an eclipse, a beautiful event that was made even more so by its rarity.

It was an experience for Bubbles, too. As she laid there, helpless beneath the tigress named Faheema, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was how so many of her own opponents felt in the same situation. Vulnerable and open, not knowing what was coming next, but being amazingly turned on all the same. Lucky them.

The smaller woman didn’t have the easiest time manipulating Bubbles’ frame, but she did an admirable job and got it done all the same. At first, the Virgin Killer was confused, as the two of them went into a roll that ended up with her on top and her dark-skinned tormentress below.

Maybe an attempt to humiliate her, putting her body on full display? She doubted it, Faheema would have to know that Bubbles had little use for the word ‘modesty’ in her life.

Setting her up for another move? Maybe, but it would be odd at this point. Bubbles was out of it for the moment, it would be a waste of time.

She got her answer in the starkest way possible, as a tongue found its way to the bottom of her most sacred place. Faheema moved slower than Bubbles would’ve thought, acted with less ferocity as a lover than a fighter, but the difference was both welcomed and effective. Teasing fingers tickled her tip, dipping below the surface, but the Nubian was careful never to go too fast, too hard, too sudden.

Her approach worked wonders, as Bubbles began to writhe above, shifting about as her body took on a life all its own, moving with her brain’s direction. She didn’t bother holding back her moans, there was hardly any point in trying to keep her arousal a secret. If nothing else, Faheema would know from the growing trickle of juices between her legs, as her sex primed for the oncoming invasion.

Necessity had trained Faheema to fight ruthlessly, but it had also taught her not to waste her energy if she didn't have to. Violence was a means to an end, and Faheema knew to offer her enemies mercy if it made things easier for them both. Faheema's current position was a little too tenuous, with Bubbles retaining some control over her arms and legs. There was plenty of potential for Bubbles to escape, and Faheema didn't know if her foe's building lust would be enough to keep her from pushing back. Better to keep her darkest instincts in check...until she needed them to punish any defiance.

Fortunately, Bubbles was acquiescing to Faheema's demands, or at least her body was. She needed to tighten her grip as the large woman bobbed and swayed like a ship on stormy seas. Since Faheema couldn't hear too well through the giant slabs of muscle on either side of her head, touch and sight would have to tell her when Bubbles' fecundity had reached its peak. She kept kissing, opening her mouth wide to sample the woman with her lips and tongue, until she tasted the nectar of the woman's blossoming flower.

Removing her lips momentarily, Faheema inspected her opponent. Bubbles' mound was swelling, glistening in the light as rivets of cum soaked her peach-colored folds. Tasting of her opponent's fountain enthralled Faheema. She was hungry; she was always hungry, and she needed more. Shifting her arms down to Bubbles' thighs, she wrapped her arms around them and pulled them just a little further apart. No warning came as her tongue plunged in, Faheema all but burying her face deep in flesh as she lapped at her opponent's sex with unrestrained zeal.

It wasn't a sophisticated performance. Faheema had witnessed animals near the Sahara as they drank at watering holes, eagerly taking as much nourishment as they could, while they could. Faheema replicated that behavior, slurping eagerly as though she had found a desert oasis between her opponent's legs. Fast, hungry laps were broken up by the occasional pause, as Faheema slowly brushed her lips and tongue over the surface to collect every drop of juice she could get. Her hands hadn't forgotten their duty, either! Her forefinger extended up to Bubbles' clitoris, stroking and flicking it to add a sharper sensation to the massage provided by her mouth.

”Faheema…” Bubbles whispered as her hands went out and she dug her fingernails into the canvas, just wanting something to scratch, somewhere to dump her excess energies. ”Oh, god, Faheema-”

These weren’t simply the ramblings of a woman in the throes of ecstasy, she was actually attempting to talk and give her foe some taunting words, see if there was any chance of throwing her off her game. The only problem was that her words kept getting tangled in her throat, cut off every time a moan rushed past them. And that was before Faheema stepped up her assaults.

She pushed Bubble’s legs open further and the titaness kept them open, giving her opponent full, unrestricted access. On face, it was a silly move, and there were thoughts of clamping her legs down around  Faheema’s head and seizing the moment with a headscissor. Those thoughts were quickly overrode, however, when a wild tongue dove deep into her sex. At that moment, she stopped thinking about winning the match and only considered her mounting pleasure.

She didn’t want it to stop. She couldn’t make it. Oh, sure, that would change when she came down from the high and tried to regain the offensive.  But for now? Her mind, body, and soul were all Faheema’s to toy with.

The opportunity wasn’t wasted, either.  As expected, Faheema wasn’t a matter of technique, but what she lacked in finesse, she made up for in intensity and eagerness. Bubbles began to began to buck about, thrashing with every thrust of the tongue, shivering when she slowed down and attempting to clean up the mounting mess. Like any good lover, she knew how to multitask, as her deft fingers worked away on Bubbles’ clit and gave her a war on two fronts.

It turned the mighty Bubbles in a wriggling wreck of a woman, one of the verge of a thunderous orgasms. She was on a cliff now, right at the edge, and all she needed was a little push and she’d go falling off into a sea of raw passion.

“Hmg...mmf...mwah,” Faheema huffed, audible smacking noises coming from her opponent's drenched womanhood. Bubbles didn't initiate any counterattack, and for her obedience, Faheema rewarded her with affection that really was, at its core, about making the Virgin Killer feel as satisfied as possible. Her body was a temple, and Faheema would worship it to please her goddess of an opponent, until she was fully satisfied.

Of course, in doing so, she was also reminding Bubbles of exactly what sort of talents Mariah and her would have at their disposal for 24 hours if she won. Having done the same for Faheema, both women had the motivation to fight at their peak once this interlude was over. It would be a brutal battle with nothing held back, until one woman simply couldn't go on...just the way Faheema enjoyed it!

Later. Right now, all Faheema wanted was to defile Bubbles in front of her wife, to be drenched in a tide of her cum as the two women celebrated their depravity. She pushed as deep into Bubbles as she could, flexing her tongue as it swished from side to side. The damp, spongy tissue felt as good on her tongue as it tasted, and she eagerly brushed her wet muscle against those inner walls, wiggling the tip back and forth to tickle the deepest places inside her. Even her nose and teeth were starting to sink beneath the folds of the blonde's sex, rubbing and massaging near the surface, although Faheema was careful not to bite or pinch by accident.

Really, her only regret was that she hadn't gotten to explore the damp cave with her fingers as well, stuck as they were stimulating her opponent's pearl. Her hands were pretty skilled, with a lifetime of sewing and bandaging to her name, but at least now she had some surprises to save for after the match.

Besides, Faheema was having fun pinching that little nub of flesh, rolling it between her fingers and pressing it down like a button being incessantly pushed. Even Faheema was getting wet from the action, and she tightened her legs around Bubbles' chest to grind her sopping sex into the giant's back as she continued her work. Growling and humming into her opponent, Faheema swirled her tongue violently, stirring the honeypot to make it overflow.

Once more, the audience was growing quiet, save for the occasional cheer and an awkward moan here and there. Mariah couldn’t blame them - in fact, she was right there with them, looking on in silence as Faheema had her way with her wife. Tempted as she was to cheer Bubbles on, there was little reason at this point. She knew that look in Bubbles eyes, knew that tone in her voice. Maybe, if she’d wanted to, she could power her way out of this and stop Faheema, but that was the whole thing - she didn’t want to. She’d reached the point of no return, and it was only a matter of time before she caved.

So, until that happened, she stayed quiet and sated herself as best she could, slyly reaching under her skirt to relieve some tension.

Thing were far less subdued in the ring, however, as all semblance of decorum had utterly vanished. Bubbles wasn’t one to compare her lovemaking to animals, but there was no better way to describe what Faheema was doing to her. It was an inhuman fucking, more like a beast devouring its prey that a human servicing another. It was bestial. It was dominating. It was wholly unlike anything she’d ever experienced - or, at least, anything she had ever been on the receiving.

It made Bubbles all the more determined to tame this wild beast, so she could make her do this and more at her command. But that would come later. For now, she could only do one thing.

Anyone who’d been watching this match for longer than ten seconds could guess that Bubbles wasn’t the sort of woman that climaxed quietly, and she wouldn’t defy expectations. As Faheema assaulted her pussy with reckless abandon, her floodgates burst open and a jolt of electricity ran through her body. Thrashing. Spasming. A long, sonorous cry that filled the arena and reverberated through the walls. Her sex gushed and a torrent of passion flowed out, pelting Faheema in the face with each burst.

Her cry faded after a moment and her body sagged along with it, coming down from an amazing high, sighing and sputtering as a few aftershocks ran through her. Easy. Nice and easy.

And now they were even. Somehow, Bubbles couldn't bring herself to be mad about it.

When Bubbles came, Faheema got more than even she had bargained for. A high-pressure jet of bittersweet discharge poured into Faheema's waiting mouth, filling her like a water balloon until her cheeks were bulging. Shivers ran down her spine as Faheema swallowed it all in one big gulp, before pressing her face right back in to continue lapping at her opponent's erupting sex. Until Bubbles had finished riding out her orgasm, Faheema would stay in the line of fire and allow the woman to continue drenching her.

All her wild thrashing allowed Bubbles to break free from her moorings, as Faheema's tired legs were finally unable to hold her tanky frame in place. It was all she could do to hold those shaking hips with her arms, and when it was over, Faheema rolled her off to the side so that she could sit up and clean herself off. Her hand would suffice as she wiped her brow to open her eyes, before dragging her palm down to clear the rest of her face, shaking it to let droplets of cum fly off.

Almost immediately, Faheema was back on the offensive, willing her excited muscles to focus themselves as she hopped over and tried to sit right down on her opponent's back. Bubbles had been nice enough to let Faheema rest after her orgasm, but you didn't survive the shit Faheema had been through by being nice! The Nubian Exile wanted to go home with Bubbles as her chattel, so she tried to pin the prone woman down and made a grab for her head. One arm went for the spent woman's neck, coiling around it and pulling to wrench her head upwards. With a snicker, Faheema brought her other hand – the one soaked with cum – over to Bubbles' cheek, trying to wipe it off all over her face!

“That's for messing up my tank top!” Faheema shouted, before attempting to shift her arms and cinch in a tight headlock.

Bubbles took a moment to relax in the afterglow, shuddering and sighing as the euphoria ran through her. She wasn’t completely stupid, she realized that she was still in a match with a woman who was prepared to unleash grievous bodily harm on her, but having that thought and getting the willpower to do something about it were two different things. In a minute, she would definitely have enough steel in her head to start back on the offensive. For now, though, she just wanted to bask.

Faheema had different ideas, though. Painful ideas. Ideas that involved dropping on her back, wrapping a thick arm around her throat to choke the life out of her, and rubbing her sex-soaked hand all over Bubbles face, covering it in her own juices.

The cum on her face was actually the least distressing thing out of them all. That said a lot about Bubbles’ state of mind.

Regardless, it was a problem that had to be dealt with, and fast. With the orgasms done with, Faheema was going to go for the jugular, no doubt trying to put Bubbles down before she could bring all her wits to bear. Smart. Good strategy.  The only problem was that the Virgin Killer had been given time to let her aches fade while Faheema had been fucking her silly. She was still far from 100%, but she had far more energy now, and she knew just how to employ it.

Bubbles slammed her fist into the canvas, using the pain to help wake her up,  then surged upwards. Faheema was, by no real definition, a light woman, but the weight wasn’t enough to keep her down as she straightened. When she did, she didn’t pull at Faheema’s chokehold, and she didn’t lurch forward to try and throw her off. Instead, she drove hard backwards, attempting to sandwich the dark-skinned beauty between her and an unforgiving turnbuckle.

If Faheema wanted to hang on her back, that was fine. She could ride her all the way to the corner.

Firing the first shot after the end of a truce was indeed good strategy, but Bubbles was quick to return fire. Too quick. A bang echoed across the canvas as Faheema's opponent, perhaps angered by the sudden attack, threw a fist at the ground. Soon, Faheema gasped, disbelief overtaking her as she felt her body moving upwards. Her legs were leaving the ground, her heart fluttering from the vertigo as Bubbles powered up to her feet with Faheema clinging to her!

Most often, Faheema was smart enough to know when a certain offensive wasn't working, but this time she was too stunned to react or let go. Bubbles was bigger than her, but the African was huge herself by any sane standard. No way this damn woman was lifting her so easily, so soon! Furious, Faheema squeezed Bubbles' head with all her might, but it wasn't going to save her. All her colossal foe had to do was throw her weight backwards, toward a turnbuckle that Faheema didn't realize was there until her spine struck it.

“Agh!” Faheema choked as the biggest woman in her world crushed her against the steel post, bending her form across the turnbuckle pads. Cries of excitement rang from a previously silent audience, happy to see Bubbles reclaim her fighting spirit. Behind her, however, wide eyes burned a hole in the back of her skull, Faheema scowling as she gripped the ropes on either side for support. It was impossible to maneuver with the woman's body pressing against her, but at least she got to feel a pair of shapely buttocks pressing into her stomach.