Debauched Villany

Sabine dived down into Mariah's waiting lips, meeting the blonde's mouth with her own in a battle of the tongues for the second time tonight however this time there was more aggression from the Brazilian Bombshell as she moved to assert her dominance over all things Mariah. Her hands rushed through the luxurious blonde hair as she pressed her body down into the American's embrace. Oh she was so going to enjoy her time tonight with the loving couple, even if it means she'd have to save something for when Bubbles found out just what she had instore for her.

Mariah would never claim to be a genius, but you didn’t have to be a MENSA member to figure out the game, here. Sabine saw her as a stepping stone, an appetizer before the full-course meal that was Bubbles Burste, a speed bump to run over. Most wrestlers would’ve been insulted by that, but she wasn’t a wrestler, and hadn’t been for quite some time. Not really.

That didn’t mean she was going to sit back and make it easy for Sabine. Where was the fun in that?

As the woman descended on her, she brought her legs up and tried to wrap them around the succubus waist, crossing her ankles behind her back to secure a scissorhold and put the pressure on her bones. At the same time, she wrapped her arm around Sabine’s head and pulled in even tighter, nearing the point of pain with the sensual embrace.

"Mmmph!" Sabine let out as Mariah wrapped herself around the Brazilian bombshell, squeezing her chocolate body with her powerful thighs and forcing the air out of the Succubi with her deep kiss, forcing her to break the kiss just to take a deep breath. "Oh... oh my... I thought you wanted to... unless..." the Purple haired vixen panted as she pushed herself up so she was kneeling on the bed instead of pressing down onto the blonde.

Mariah's bodyscissors were tight enough to cause pain, but not so tight as to be inescapable for the flexible Brazilian, bringing her knee up as she pushed the American woman's leg over, allowing her to slip out and quickly straddle her prey for the first part of the evening.

There was a moment, however brief, that Mariah thought she was in control of the situation. She entertained the idea of turning things around on Sabine, and making her wife proud - after all, what better gift could she bring Bubbles than having her come in, only to find a gift-wrapped succubus, ready for the fucking?

It was almost too good to be true. So, really, she shouldn’t have been surprised to learn that it wasn’t happening. But what did surprise her was the way that Sabine escaped, slipping out of her grasp with ease and pinning her down.

”Hey!” Mariah blurted out as Sabine took a seat on her waist and pinned her down. ”How did you-”

"Uh-uh-uh~" Sabine purred as she took her new position with gusto, the flexible Brazilian might have liked being squeezed some more by Mariah, she could hardly claim to be more than a fun lay if she couldn't slip out of a body scissors without first coating herself in oil, the dancing succubi could grapple with the best of them, even those she wasn't planning on screwing into submission (while the cameras were rolling) she could slide around and out of holds that would claim lesser woman as their victims, but she wasn't going to let the blonde beneath her know exactly how she escaped, not when she was about to have other things on her mind. Two things.

Scooting forward, Sabine would let her sizeable bust hang over the American woman's face, casting an ominous shadow before slowly descending down onto her with a smooth breast smother through the thin fabric of the Brazilian's lingerie, letting her full weight press down to slowly drain the fight out of Mariah.

Mariah was already seeing how Sabine could be a problem for her wife, just from the way she watched the serpentine succubus. It wasn’t just the flexibility or the speed, but a combination of the two, as she escaped the hold with insane ease. Bubbles, for all her strengths, was a mediocre submission wrestler at best, and if Sabine was smart enough to make things more about technique than brute force…

A sobering thought. One that was lost quickly when Sabine’s breasts descended on her face and took her breath away, figuratively and literally.

Hot. Dark. Thick. Sweaty. Mariah moaned from within the cleavage as she turned her head left and right, trying to find some small reprieve, some way to get a spare wisp of air. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t enjoying her time between these wonderful tits, far from it. She only felt she would’ve enjoyed the time more if she could do rudimentary things. Like seeing. And breathing.

She tried to struggle, of course, and put up a fight. Pushing. Sliding. Squirming. Even licking, in an attempt to get free by placating her would-be captor. None of it seemed to work, however, and it wasn’t long before her struggles began to wane, getting slower and weaker with each passing moment.

"Oooh-" Sabine cooed as she felt Mariah's attempts at resisting the purple haired woman's efforts, or maybe the blonde was just enjoying the silky smooth breast smother from the Brazilian bombshell, but now that the American was nice and woozy, it was time for stage two of Sabine's devious plan for the kinky married couple. Pulling away from Mariah, if the American could still see anything it would be the ebony woman's evil grin smirking down on her. "Where do you keep your phone?" She asked sweetly, as though she hadn't been denying her any air for the last 30 seconds.

Close now. The lack of air was taking its toll on Mariah, and it didn’t help that all the rubbing and grinding and teasing was leaving her on the edge of insane. She was going to pass out, she was sure of it, and there was no telling what Sabine would do to her while she was out - a shame, really, because she direly wished to be awake for whatever the temptress had in mind.

Luckily for her, Sabine’s plans seemed to require her being conscious - barely conscious, but conscious. When she was released, she went into a gasping and wheezing frenzy, drawing in haggard breaths as she stared up at the succubus. It took her a moment to get enough wherewithal to speak, but when she did, she pointed at the purse beside her folded up cocktail dress. A little risky, but she’d played the game so far. Might as well see it through.

”In there.” She sighed and let her head flop back down. Needed to conserve her strength. ”Pin number is…” She took a deep gulp and looked off to the side, hiding her embarrassment.
”6969.”

Sabine let out a small giggle at Mariah's embaressment about her own codes, she would think that with how Hedonistic the American was that a little immaturity wouldn't be enough to get the blonde to blush so deeply, or maybe that was the lack of air talking. Leaning down for a gentle kiss on the cheek the Brazilian slid off the bed silently before strutting over to her prey's purse. True to her word the phone unlocked all its little secrets for the Succubi, but she only needed two features: the Camera and the messenger. "Don't worry... I just have to set the bait for my main course~" the purple haired woman purred, swinging back onto the bed to straddle Mariah's neck.

Switching the phone into selfie mode as she shifted her hips to let her victim's eyes show from underneath her panties, the devil-horn adorned woman took a quick picture of her victory pose and sent it straight to the Blonde's wife with a quick message attached, challenging Bubbles Burste to save her wife from the dancing Succubi with the terms attached.

A lot of people thought that Bubbles and Mariah were joined at the hip, but the truth was that they spent more time apart than most realized. As much as they loved each other, they both knew the risks of overexposure, how love could turn to loathing if you overdosed. So, every once in a while, Mariah took some ‘me’ time, and did her own thing for a while. It was no big deal.

On this particular night, Bubbles was using the Mariah-free time to catch up with some of her favorite shows on Netflix, maybe watch that new show that everyone was talking about with the name she couldn’t remember. She was sitting pretty on her bed, clad in her black robe, munching on a bowl of popcorn as she waited for the credits to roll…

...and then the phone rang. Right. Why wouldn’t it?

Bubbles was mildly irritated, until she picked up the phone and saw who it was: Mariah. Probably sending her a picture from the city, or maybe something a little lewd she snapped when she found a private space. And, well, that was what she found when she opened the message. Just not exactly in the way she was expecting.

Almost exactly thirty minutes later, the door to the private arena bursted open and Bubbles took a big, bold step in. She hadn’t had time to get dressed into her ring attire, and instead wore a pair of tight, short jeans, her flipflops, and a white workout bra hugging her chest. Her face was a mix of emotions as she took a long around the room - confusion for obvious reasons, a little anger and concern over her wife, and some arousal at the woman who’d done the kidnapping. She hadn’t gotten the sense that this succubi was a danger, but at the same time, it never hurt to be prudent. Especially in this federation.

”Hello?” She closed the door behind her and took a few hesitant steps in, trying to get a bead on Sabine...