The Best Day Ever

After being blasted off of her feet by Mariah, the Nubian wouldn't have believed that she would make it to her feet first, but as she clamored to her feet, she was delighted to find Mariah still getting up. Had she messed up her landing, or did high-flying moves always take it out of the women using them? Either way, Faheema was getting an appreciation for why so few women seemed to rely on that style of combat.

Thanks to Mariah's sluggishness, there was an opportunity for Faheema to steal back the offensive without needing to make her own opening. Standing up, Faheema charged just as Mariah was getting back to her feet, outstretching her right arm and crossing it over Mariah's chest. It was visually similar to a clothesline, but Faheema didn't knock Mariah down when their bodies met. Instead, Faheema's arm snapped around Mariah's midsection, as her free hand dove down to grab Mariah beneath the armpit.

“Getting tired, woman?” Faheema teased as she heaved Mariah's supple body up and fell backwards, looking to slam Mariah face-first into the canvas. It was a familiar slam to Faheema, who had suffered something similar at the hands of Bubbles early in their match, but the Nubian wouldn't be satisfied with her slam even if it succeeded. Laying Mariah out on the canvas was just the means to an end, an opportunity to indulge her inner domme a little while her beautiful opponent was vulnerable.

Springing back to her feet, Faheema circled like a vulture around Mariah. Whether she was prone or on her hands and knees, the Nubian would walk up to her and stomp down with a bare foot on one of her hands, leaning down to pin the woman's fingers against the hard canvas. It wasn't going to hurt as much as it would have in a real match, not when Faheema wasn't wearing any boots, but Faheema was a big woman, and she trusted that Mariah would feel it in her trapped hand.

“Kiss it,” Faheema demanded, sneering at her prey as she twisted her heel to grind Mariah's fingers beneath her. “Kiss my foot, Mariah. Worship it, and I'll let you up.”

There was a time, years ago, when a younger Mariah would’ve been able to recover from a dropkick, even a missile dropkick, without a beat missed or an opening left. She’d just pop back up, maybe even do a fancy kip up to get the audience behind her, and keep going with her offense. Perfect pop moment.

Alas, those days were behind her. Even more alas, those days were not behind Faheema.

She’d started to rise back up when she noticed that the Nubian was on the prowl, far faster than she’d anticipated. The woman moved like a leopard, fast and sure, and she was all over Mariah before she could even hope to react. The next thing the blonde knew, she was being hurled up, whipped about, and slammed into the canvas. Mariah came down right on her forehead, a blow that left her starry eyed, and Faheema wasn’t finished by half.

”What-” Mariah was able to get out that single syllable before Faheema’s foot came down, crushing her digits, making her yelp out in surprise and pain. She tried pulling away, but the Nubian’s weight was nothing to scoff, not when she was bearing down like this. And, of course, she had her demands.

Mariah looked up at the dark-skinned demoness, exchanging a quick glance with Bubbles. They had to be nearing the five minute mark, but she wasn’t sure just how close she was to swapping out with her wife. Faheema had already proven she could be a fierce foe if given half a chance, and pushing her wasn’t the best of ideas.

Licking her lips, her wide eyes showing the fear, Mariah leaned in and ran her tongue along Faheema’s foot, getting a nice, long taste of that tanned skin, savoring the sensations on her tongue, that unique flavor…

...right before she dipped back, opened her mouth, and gave Faheema’s big toe a hard bite. Not enough to break skin, but with enough force to get a real reaction out of her opponent.

Faheema felt the sense of satisfaction wash over her as she persuaded Mariah to worship her foot, but the success was short-lived. The same lack of foot protection that made those smooches possible allowed Mariah to do much worse to her toes, and Faheema howled as Mariah surprised her with a hard bite.

“Ouch...you,” Faheema growled, pulling her foot forcefully away from Mariah's face and giving her a couple of light, erratic kicks to the upper body before reaching down to grab her by the hair and start coaxing her back to her feet. Since she only had a few moments of authority over Mariah left, the Nubian decided on the spot that she wasn't going to let the act of defiance go unpunished. There was at least enough time to test out one more wrestling move...a special one.

“Bubbles, let me show you the finisher I would have used on you if you'd been a bit less...well, less,” Faheema called, referencing the size of her once and future opponent. Reaching down between Mariah's legs to grasp the woman's backside, Faheema threw her other arm over Mariah's shoulder and heaved her up, holding her across her chest.

“I call it Mfecane, which simply means 'crushing',” Faheema yelled with a sadistic leer. Taking a deep breath, Faheema flipped Mariah like a baton so that she was face-up, catching her overhead. With a wild battle cry, the Nubian fell to a knee and brought Mariah crashing down on top of it, aiming to have her lower back strike the extended knee. Even though Faheema was holding herself back by refusing to add her own strength to the gravity pulling Mariah back to Earth, the resulting backbreaker would probably be the hardest bump she had taken since her retirement...if it worked.

Mariah and Faheema had more in common than either of them could’ve known when they were sniping at each from across the ring. Most notably, the way they handled domination and being dominated, and this was the perfect example of that. While Mariah didn’t have a problem being controlled and put under Faheema’s swarthy thumb, she wasn’t about to give that honor easily. She wanted the woman to work for it. To earn it. To demand her position like a true conqueror.

And, no surprise, Faheema would do exactly that.

She’d expected there to be retaliation for her bite, and it came quick enough. Quick kicks whipped into her side, punishing her for the affront, before the Nubian beauty reached down and yanked Mariah up by her golden strands. She hissed and wiggled, gritting at the pain in her scalp, but she wasn’t so distracted that she couldn’t make a guess on what was happening next. An example needed to be made.

From the sidelines, Bubbles leaned over the ropes and got a good look as her wife was hoisted up with ease, Faheema showing the bestial strength that had made her such a dangerous opponent in their match. It was actually a good choice of a finisher, though the Virgin Killer would be extremely impressed if she could’ve ever pulled that move off on her. For Mariah, though, she had little trouble getting her up and bringing her down, and oh boy, was it a crash.

Mariah cried out as her back was slammed across the altar of Faheema’s knee, her spine bent into a U. Arms outstretched, hair dangling, all she could do at the moment was lay there, limp and aching, waiting for her turn to be over. She could really use the break.

Bubbles on the other hand, was just about ready to get in. She had one leg through the ropes already, and was staring Faheema down like lioness with a prime steak.

Faheema felt the impact ripple through her own body when Mariah's weight fell down on her outstretched leg. It was enough to make her wince, and while her opponent looked to be in understandably more pain than her, the Nubian wondered if it was a good idea to make regular use of a move that featured the weight of fully grown adults dropping on the most worn-down part of her body, the legs that had strained to carry her across the globe. It would have to be a rare feature in her matches, something she would save for women that she really wanted to break down for the amusement of the crowd.

As broken as Mariah probably felt in that moment, Faheema wasn't quite done with her. She wanted to soften Mariah's spirit as well.

“A moment of patience, Bubbles,” Faheema chided, grinning at the larger of the women as she brought a pair of fingers to her lips and plunged them inside, removing them with a thin line of saliva trailing off. The Virgin Killer would surely know what she wanted to do with Mariah, and presumably not want to take it from her.

Gazing down at the woman laid out in front of her, Faheema cradled her head with one hand, while the other slipped beneath the fabric of her white shorts, her calloused fingers beginning to massage along the curvature of Mariah's pussy lips. Since this was probably the last chance she would get to play with Mariah by herself, she wanted to make sure it would end on a note of satisfaction for both of them. Aside from one more orgasm at Faheema's fingertips, however, there was one more kindness that the Nubian arguably owed her.

“I am sorry for my harsh treatment of you last night,” Faheema cooed softly, thinking back to her hostile attitude toward the woman back in the Friction arena. “Life has taught me how dangerous it can be to assume good intentions on the part of others, but you both gave me the warm welcome that I never dared to expect from such a foreign land. If more people were like the two of you, maybe I never would have had to flee my home in the first place.”

Bubbles was hot. Too hot. Nuclear heat.

There her wife was, in the ring, getting dominating by this Nubian beast of a woman, one of the sexiest people she’d ever come across. It had been hot when it happened last night, it was hot when it happened in the store, and it was so, so hot when she saw it now, just a few yards away. Every cell, every atom of her body yearned to be in there, joining them, fucking, rekindling the sensual magic that happened when all three of their bodies touched.

But, for once, she managed to keep her raw instincts in check. Just for a few moments. Something special was happening.

Biting her lip, she drew back as Faheema went to work. Mariah moaned, a long, lewd noise, as those rough fingers slid underneath and tickled her pussy. She jerked, she twisted, she moaned, but she didn’t try to get out of Faheema’s grasp. She couldn’t at this point. Her body knew the pleasure this woman could bring her, and she was already addicted.

”You don’t-” She was cut off as Faheema hit a soft spoke, and the resulting electricity made her entire body jump. It was all she could do to place her palm on the floor and keep her current position, one that she had every reason to maintain. No way was she missing out on this pleasure.

”You don’t have anything to apologize for, Faheema.” She spoke with as much warmth and love as she could muster while raw lust coursed through her veins. ”It’s in the past. We have each other, now.”

Faheema smiled, her high spirits palpable as Mariah spoke the very words that she had always wanted to hear, be it from a friend or a lover, let alone a woman that had become both in the span of a single day. Hopefully the Nubian had refined her skill in pleasing other women, because she wanted Mariah to feel her gratitude. She turned her head and gave Bubbles an appreciative look for granting them the extra moment, her expression warmer than the sultry glare that she usually gave them.

Moving her free hand out from under Mariah's head, Faheema put it to better use by slipping her fingers underneath the cloth of her top, yanking it up her body until it hung loosely around her neck. For a woman that she had wanted to be rougher with, it would have served wonderfully as a makeshift collar to draw tightly against her neck, but Faheema was expecting the sex to get rowdy enough as soon as Bubbles got involved. While they had the chance, she wanted to explore a softer touch.

After sliding Mariah's shorts down until they were pooling at her ankles, Faheema set to her task. One hand went to her chest, squeezing and massaging her left breast, pausing occasionally to tickle and tease the nipple with the tip of her finger. Down at her waist, Faheema traced up and down the labia with her thumb while her index finger started drawing small circles near the top, eagerly coaxing the bead of her clitoris from its hood.

This was a new experience for Mariah, and given who her wife was and all the partners they’d shared over the years and all the sex she’d watched and been a part of, that was no small statement.

She bit her lip as she looked on and watched Faheema pulled her top up, revealing her honed body, already glistening from the sweat of their little session. How many times had she seen this woman naked in the space of 24 hours? Three, four times? And even still, it was enough to leave her gasping and her mouth watering, along with the anticipation of what that amazing body would be doing next.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting Faheema get to work, providing no resistance as her shorts were pulled down and adventurous fingers went to work on her body. Far from it - she welcomed every touch, spread her legs and welcomed in the guest, murmuring Faheema’s name as she went to work.

Wanting something to grab on to, Mariah’s hand moved around her ‘opponent’s’ waist and found a nice, ripe cheek to grip, sinking her fingers deep into the welcoming flesh and gripping it tight, groping. The other hand reached for the top rope and squeezed hard, as if she were afraid of being pulled away from this bliss at any moment. All while she panted, moaned, and pleaded. ”Yes, Faheema. More, more, please…”

With Bubbles standing at the ring's edge, owed her turn to have a go at their foreign friend, Faheema decided not to waste too much time firing Mariah up. Her hands were at work, showing off everything that they had learned, but her full lips weren't part of the action at all, curled in a lazy, satisfied smile as she beamed down at her willing victim. She needed to change that, use everything she had to get Mariah off with satisfaction.

Groaning from the slight strain, Faheema hunched her upper body and lowered her face over the top of Mariah's chest, moving her hand away and beginning to lather the stiff peak with her tongue instead. Her free arm went to loop around the back of Mariah's neck, cradling it in the bend of her elbow and lifting it up so that Mariah could simply relax it and enjoy herself. Though, with her bicep serving as a pillow, the rest of her arm was still long enough to reach across Mariah's upper chest and grab her other orb, squeezing it possessively.

Feeling the evidence of Mariah's excitement coating her pussy lips, Faheema stopped teasing and plunged two fingers into her, burying them up to the knuckle. She pumped a few times before leaving them sheathed in Mariah's womanhood, curling both and happily plucking away at the ribbed walls surrounding them, not quite able to stifle a smile as they clenched hungrily.

“Mmm...the taste of this flesh never grows tiresome,” Faheema hummed as she suckled at Mariah's tit, taking occasional pauses to pepper the rest of the orb with kisses. She wanted to feel that nipple grow as firm as a palm nut. When she was finally satisfied with the result of her labor, however, her mouth would depart with a grinding nibble on the firm stone, as she began to kiss down Mariah's stomach, her thick curls of hair tickling the woman's chest as her mouth drew close to her honey pot, intent on helping her fingers to finish Mariah off.

If Mariah had any reservations about where this was going - and she didn’t - it would’ve been far too late at this point. There was no stopping Faheema from going where she clearly wanted to go. The only person who could have conceivably put an end to it would be Bubbles, and there was no way that was happening  now.

She was under the woman’s spell, totally taken by it, nearly shrieking when those fingers plunged deep into her pussy. She was able to hold it back to a degree and not go too crazy, but only a bit. She still moaned and thrashed about, her body going wild at the aggressive, eager touch of the ravenous woman. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and soaked in the smell of their mingling sweat, finding herself wanting more and more of this heavenly feeling.

She wouldn't have to wait long, either, as Faheema was more than happy to deliver everything she could have asked for. Those lips on her breast were lovely, and she squirmed with every touch, savoring the licks, wanting more of the suckling...but when she pulled away and began to go lower, she didn’t miss those kisses. She knew what was coming, and her body was rife with anticipation.

Every inch that Faheema sank made Mariah quiver more, brought more heat between her legs, left her panting, craving more. She began to thrust her hips out, as if she wanted to make sure that not a single sliver of a second was wasted, putting their body’s as close together as possible. Did it look desperate? Yes. But she was. She needed that tongue inside her, and she wasn’t going to be shy about it.