Dire Straits

Kaede almost regretted asking the question after she’d gotten the answer, because it nearly threw her off her already slipshod game. An orphanage? What was Manami doing at orphanage, of all places? That raised so many questions, it was hard to not stop what she was doing and ask them.

It equated to a pause for an awkward two seconds, while her mind tried to process that little tidbit in a way that didn’t go to extremely unsavory place. As pressing a question as it was, it would have to wait for another time. A better time. A time when she wasn’t in the middle of fucking one of the most bangable women she’d ever come across.

So far, she was having a much easier time with this than with Yuki. While her loins still ached  to have those fingers coaxing them back along, just hear the noises Fumika made and tasting her flesh was enough to keep her going for now. While she’d never gone this crazy on a girl before, it must’ve been working.

Down, down, down Kaede went, giving Fumika’s nipple one quick bite before she began to work her way south. She peppered the older woman’s abs with kiss, leaving a trail of saliva in her way as she moved from inch to inch. As tasty and tender as that skin was, it wasn’t just a pitstop on the way to her real destination.

Kaede stopped sliding when her legs came to straddle Fumika’s legs, and she found herself looking down at white and green bottom below. This was where she wanted to be, and after she bit her lip and glanced up to see Fumika’s reaction, she reached down and started to pull the bottom down, wanting to expose her lover’s sex to the fresh air. ”All I have to do is make you cum first, huh?” She didn’t want to sound too cocky, but it was kind of hard not to be in this situation. It definitely felt like she was going strong on this test.

This wasn’t exactly how Fumika envisioned this test going. At first, she’d settled on merely indulging Kaede for a while. Seeing what she could do if left to her own devices. And she had to admit, she took initiative better than most. For an outsider that was hopefully not looking in, it would be hard to tell who was the expert and who was the pupil between them. If it were anyone but Fumika, she’d surely have them nice and warm by now, hungry for more of the punk’s ceaseless energy. Just wanting to feel more of her lips all over their body.

With every kiss she felt herself squirm and her lips briefly curl into a delightful grin, just for a second, before receding. The soft pecks sent jolt after jolt of tiny excitement into her core. She ran her lips over them like she knew exactly where the kinks in her toned armor were weakest. Perhaps she had done this before.

But now she was getting bold. Fumika may have been enjoying herself, but she already realized that this girl had talent. There was an unmistakable hunger in her eyes when she looked up at her brown-haired lover. As nice as this was, she had to show some fortitude of her own. Can’t be done in by a rookie now, can she?

“You’re making that sound easy.”

She loved the cockiness. Really she did. It was an attitude that went perfectly with that wild biting and massaging that the girl was giving just a moment ago. It was also the telltale sign of a person who was clearly enjoying themselves. Someone who wanted more and when there was nothing in their way to stop them. But like all people who indulge themselves too far, they become fixated on only one thing. They get careless. And Kaede was bearing that with a capital ‘C’. But she’d let it go on for a just a few seconds longer, as she felt her bottoms being pulled away. Fumika would bring her legs back with the motion, letting the karate girl stay straddled right where she was as she fully removed the fabric

Then, with one sudden movement, Fumika would spring forward, bringing her face just inches away from the Kaede’s. With no clear hesitation in her movements, she’d quickly tuck her legs out from under the punkette and wrap them around her midsection. In one sharp jerk she would bring the girl forward, letting her petite chest bounce in the air for a moment before reaching a hand up, giving the orb a firm squeeze. Without even giving Kaede a moment to breath, she’d bring her mouth over the girl’s, taking in the fullness of her lips as she pushed forward, wanting to bring the punk on her back and herself on top, pushing down on her relentlessly.

It was a bit of a common theme for Fumika that those she’d taken to bed  Not that she was accusing her brash partner of the same offense, but it always seemed, whether they knew the danger or not, that they would keep falling into the same traps as if  they were none the wiser.

Kaede was being cocky, and this was one of the rare times where she felt firmly justified for it. After all, it was hard to look at the way things were going and not see herself as ‘winning’. The whole point of this thing was to get Fumika to cum first, and she was well on her way to doing that. She was the one gasping and moaning. She was the one getting all wet. She was the one seconds away from a pussy lashing that would leave her green and white bottoms more white than usual.

Kaede had this. Right? Right? ”It’s looking pretty easy so far.” Kaede whispered, though she might as well have been yelling for how quiet the room was. The only sounds were their hot breaths and the gentle tappity-tap of the beating rain outside, providing a steady drumbeat for their lovemaking.

She tossed Fumika’s bottom aside and licked her lips as she moved back, eying the spot between those fulsome legs of hers. [color=#ff00ff]”Just lay back, close your eyes, and let me-”[color]

It happened in a flash. One moment, Kaede was on top and in control, and in the next she had Fumika in her face and the whole world flipped upside. She gasped as those powerful legs wrapped up around her waist and squeezed tight, bring them together with crushing force. A rough hand clutched her breast and and she gasped again, but this time it was cut off when forceful lips applied themselves to her own, taking her mouth in a dominating kiss.

The next thing she knew, she was rolled over and forced underneath the heavier, stronger, honier woman, trapped under her solid weight. She screamed into Fumika’s mouth and writhed about underneath, wildly attempting to escape. She beat at Fumika’s sides, kicked up and down, and tried to turn her head for a breath - anything and everything she could think to do, she did.

Good, this girl was as light as she looked. Fumika was worried that she might have been able to put up more resistance with that wiry, fight-to-the-death strength that seemed to come out of nowhere. But she went down with relative ease and she felt her body writhe pleasantly as she firmly grasped a warm mound. Quite a decent pair. Firm. A fair size without being overwhelming. The skin soft to the touch, yet taught and just begging to be touched. Their deep lip lock was far from passionate and threatened to suck the oxygen away from her very body.

Seemed Kaede really wanted back on top though, as she bucked and kicked underneath her, trying to get out and back into her dominant position. Too bad. That wasn’t happening for quite a while. Not until after she came and with Fumika’s permission. The longer their lips remained in contact, the more energy she would drain from her. Slowly but surely, she would feel the panic fade away from the rambunctious karate girl. There was still plenty of fight left in her, but that was fine. That just meant she could get started with real fun. The kind that put feisty girls like this in their place. Who knows? Maybe she'd even like it. This girl was one endless stream of surprises after all.

After a few moments of intense kissing, she’d slowly rear her head away from Kaede’s face, keeping her hand firmly on her chest to keep her pinned down against her. Fumika kept a small smile on her face as she looked down on the punkette. The heat from the girl’s heavy breath swept past her face. Her eyes looked gorgeous in the faint light.

“I wasn’t lying earlier. You’re a very pretty woman, Kaede. So do me a favor. Lay back, close your eyes, and let me take care of everything.” She finished with a wink before bearing back down on her. "I want to enjoy every bit of you."

After undoing her scissorhold, Fumika would then bring her free hand down to the karate girl’s nethers, grabbing a firm hold of her undergarments and pulling them forward. As soon as she heard the punkette cry out, she would bring her lips back down and reconnect their tight liplock. From there, it was just a matter of evening the score. Getting her nice and warm for the main event.

This was a nice reversal, but Kaede wasn't out of it just yet. Fumika could already tell. She could resist all she wanted, but the blue-eyed beauty just couldn’t see much of a way out for her. Doubt she would mind though.

Okay, this was bad. It was good, it was so fucking good, but at the same time it was literally the worst possible thing that could’ve happened to Kaede. It was weird that she’d found a situation where having a voluptuous woman riding you to thunderous orgasm would be a problem, but that was precisely the sort of situation she found herself in.

She’d thought that Fumika would be the easy one, that it wouldn’t be a problem, that the sex would be a good way to cool down after the hell-training Yuki took her through. Far from it. Right now, she was wishing that they’d done this first instead, so she’d have more energy to work with going in. Her fulsome foe was able to drain what she had left with ease, with a kiss that literally took Kaede’s breath away. The more she struggled, the more breath she wasted, the harder Fumika squeezed, until she was nothing but a weak pile of aching bones and skin beneath her overwhelming frame.

”Oh god.” Kaede wheezed and took in as much oxygen as she could stomach, making the most of a small reprieve. It was over soon, though. Down came Fumika again, yanking at her panties, pulling”Oh god, you can’t...I can’t…”

Those lips, those insatiable lips, enveloped Kaede’s own and took control once again, smothering out her words of protest. It was impossible to fight, hard to even get back where she was. Kaede tried to reach around and grope Fumika’s bare butt with her good hand, but it didn’t seem to get her far. If anything, that would just make her hornier.

No, there was only one thing that could fight pleasure, and that was pain. She hated to do it, but her options were running low - at this rate, Fumika would have her coming in no time, and then there was no telling what would happen to her after she failed the test. Desperate, she tried to give Fumika’s lip a sharp bite and and her ass a hard slap - minor stuff, but hopefully enough to make her back off, if only for a few precious seconds.

The blue-eyed beauty was enjoying herself in ways she hadn’t in quite a while. Feeling Kaede buck under her, crying out against her mouth. And she still felt so good and smelled so wonderful. Even through the musk and sweaty air. Fumika felt like she was losing herself in their ecstasy. She could keep Kaede like this forever. Until she bit down. Then gave her that hard slap against her ass, making her ricochet and scrape her lips against those pearly white, sharp teeth. They were both losing it to some degree, it seems.

Fumika quickly pulled herself away, but winced when she started moving her lips. “Ah!” A bit of blood ran down her lip, but stopped before it could drip onto her desperate lover below.

She moved a hand over her mouth to stymie the flow any further, assuming more was coming. Seems not though. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at Kaede with a hint of indignation. That was dirty. Of course, she should have expected that. This was the punk who broke into their apartment after all. The punk who never won a fight in the ring. The punk that liked to spit in peoples faces when she was backed into a corner. She deserved a piece of her mind.

But then something changed. Something was turning inside of Fumika. All the way until it snapped. There was a noticeable gleam that overtook her gaze as she relaxed her eyes. It didn’t at all match what was going on inside, though. Heart beating madly like a tribal drum. The pain in her mouth building disappearing all at once. A flame lit inside her. The scowl on her face slowly twisted and warped into a wicked smirk. That was a button Kaede probably shouldn’t have pushed. Whatever impressions she made, Fumika was still a wolf.

“So this is the game we’re playing?” Her tone was oddly serene given the context. Warm and friendly. As if there wasn’t blood still running down the back of her tongue. “I assumed you were a bit tired from all the pain, but I guess I misread you. I didn’t really establish any ground rules. But then again, I’m sure you like it rough, right?” Her head cocked to the side. Taking in Kaede’s features one more time, making a few mental changes to her routine. “You should be careful, though, Komatsuzaki-san. Violence breeds more violence. I would never take any pleasure in this...” Not true. “...but you understand. We’ll be on the same playing field.” She leaned in close and whispered closely against her face, locking her eyes with an intense gaze that many wouldn’t think Fumika capable of. “Let’s turn up the heat.”

With that, she’d dig a finger into one of Kaede’s many cuts, twisting and turning her finger against the exposed skin. The karate girl wanted to get dirty, they were going to get dirty. Although, she still genuinely had to wonder about what she mentioned earlier. Kaede had been getting beaten around for hours. One could still make out the bruises and tension in her muscles, albeit somewhat lessened from the treatment she was receiving. Yet here she was, asking for more. Fumika wondered on what the answer could be until her mind stopped on a comment the Wolf Mother had made over dinner one night a few weeks back. About a certain playmate.

“Oh my. Was Manami right? You’re not a masochist, are you?”

That couldn’t have been true, obviously. Kaede was too proud and tough a woman to let herself be overtaken by such submissive and sick habits. She was just rubbing salt in the wound. Thankfully not literally...for the moment...

It was a classic good news, bad news sort of situation.

The good news was that Kaede’s plan - if something she thought up on the spur of the moment could be called a ‘plan’ - worked. She wanted to put a stop to Fumika’s amorous assault, keep her from making her cum, and she succeeded in that regard. For the time being, at least. It was enough to make the bigger woman back off, even made her pause for a few precious moment while Kaede caught her breath.

The bad news, though, was that Kaede’s plan had an unseen side effect - it changed Fumika, and not in a good way.

The first clue was the way her head cocked as she spoke those ominous words. Kaede had seen that little gesture before coming from Manami, and she sensed it meant the same thing coming from Fumika. Gears were turning in that head. Sinister gears that would only mean extreme pain for anyone in the general vicinity.

She wondered what was going through Fumika’s mind, but she didn’t have to wonder for long, before she sunk one of her claws in a cut on the shoulder, digging it in deep and rolling it around. Kaede shrieked - a full bodied, unhinged shriek - as the apex pain tore through her like lightning, making her convulse beneath Fumika’s weight. As far as the test went, it was a good thing, since this wasn’t going to get her any closer to coming...but it hurt. Holy fuck, it hurt.

”Shit, stop!” Gritting her teeth hard, she brought her cast up and swung it to the side, trying to knock Fumika’s arm away and stop the side. She’d thought, hoped, her fighting was over, but that seemed to not be the case. If anything, she was worse off than with Yuki, when the goal had been far simpler. Here, she didn’t just have to make Fumika come, she had to survive long enough to make it happen.

Oh, wow. Manami wasn’t joking. This girl had good lungs. Fumika was worried she would never get to hear them, what with Yuki nearly caving her rib cage not too long ago. But no, here she was. Writhing and screaming underneath her heavier frame, and the blue-eyed woman couldn’t help but laugh and feel herself warming up at the intensity with which her lover was thrashing about.

She wanted it to stop, but unfortunately, Kaede was put in the worst condition possible and hadn't realized it until too late. Her body was adorned with numerous injuries that Fumika was free to inspect, sample and enjoy like fresh fruit off the vine. Her eyes traced over them, assessing the damage. Deep. Colorful. And plenty of them. Her smile broadened at the results of some clearly intense labor.

Thanks, Yuki.

You’re welcome.

Yuki thought that to herself as she leaned against the door outside. She had just finished packing everything away and cleaning the weight room when she walked past Fumika’s room and heard the moaning. It was only for a couple minutes, but it sounded hot. Really fucking hot. That Kaede bitch may have been more talented in the bed than in the ring. Especially if she was making someone as talented as her partner moan like that. She had half a mind to invite herself in.

And then the screaming came. And Yuki smiled. Sounds like her efforts were being put to good use. Her job was done for today it seemed, as she slowly pushed off the door and walked down the hall to the living room.

“Wonder what’s on Netflix.” She muttered to herself, crossing her arms behind her head and hoping Manami hadn’t eaten the last bag of popcorn.

Fumika, on the other hand, was enjoying her own form of entertainment. Hearing Kaede cry out and writhe beneath her. And the icing on the cake? She was half-naked and lukewarm beneath. It was everything she could have asked for and more. The only thing that was missing was...oh, nevermind. It almost surprised herself how much she took all of the possible options and outcomes into account when she was setting these kind of scenarios up. She knew herself better than she did.

Slowly, she pulled her hand out from the punkette’s wound and subtly draped it over the edge of the bed, leaning down and reaching under. There was a container somewhere off to the side. Just needed to fish around a little. Where was it?

“Stop? But you’re going to kill the mood. You don’t just stop sex. Why are you teasing me like this? How could you be so horrible?”

Ah, there it was. And the lid was already off. She really did think of everything. Dipping her fingers into the grainy texture, she slowly pulled her arm back up, keeping a small bit of the substance clutched in her fingertips and tucked under her immaculate nails. Sodium is good for nails, by the way. Fun fact.

“Besides, things were too easy before. It's a test, remember. And you’re failing right now. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you cutie?”

A slight frown appeared on her face before she forced the bits of salt into Kaede’s cut, letting it fester and dissolve in her internal heat. As she dug into the wound, she’d snap her head down, burying it into the crying woman’s chest and worrying her bare nipple. The frown probably would have been funny to Kaede if it wasn’t for the searing pain that was no doubt burning through her body. Fumika would chuckle though. She just loved exploiting weaknesses. It's a gift, really.

Kaede’s mother always said she had a good singing voice. A nice set of lungs, big and powerful. Maybe in another life she could’ve been a professional something or other, joined an opera, been a part of a choir, used her voice for any number of things that she found to be dreadfully boring today. If she had gone down those paths, at least she wouldn’t be here. In this room. Screaming until it hurt.

And it did hurt. The more Fumika wiggled her finger around, the more the agony increased, as if she’d found a way to manually control Kaede’s levels of pain and she just kept turning up the dial. It getting harder and harder to tell if this was worse than the sort of thing that Manami would’ve - true, the ‘Wolf Mother’ would’ve broken bones instead of flesh, but she was less creative than this, would’ve made it a simpler thing. Fumika wasn’t just sadistic, she was clever about it, and she did it all with that saccharine smile. That somehow made the whole ordeal even worse.

It ended. It had to end, or else the pain would’ve knocked Kaede clean out. Fumika brought her finger out and started to fish under the bed, looking for something, and even in her frazzled state the pinkette was keen enough to realize that couldn’t mean anything good. Her bite had triggered something in the voluptuous vixen, bringing this far beyond the simplistic, satisfying sex it had been. She needed to escape. Needed to fight back. Needed to do anything but just lay there as Fumika tore what little of her there was left to shreds.

But she didn’t have the energy, not just yet. That was, not until Fumika brought that finger back, along with some small and grainy pinched in her fingers. It looked an awful lot like…

Kaede managed the connection a second before the salt was dug into her wound, making it increase in pain exponentially, burning her to the bone. She screamed again, but this time it was too loud, so rough that it made her lose her voice in an instant. All she could do was piteously squawk as Fumika had her fill, ravaging her wound and bringing a soft lip to her breasts. Whatever pleasure the latter brought was fully eclipsed by the former.

Kaede’s body went into action, naturally reacting to preserve itself. She reached over Fumika’s body and grabbed a handful of that lustrous hair to yank it away, while she threw her casted hand into the she-wolf’s face with the other. She didn’t have much strength to dedicate to either move, but it was the best she could muster under the circumstances. It would have to do.

If only Manami were here. It was really the only thing that was even remotely bothering Fumika while she continued to have the time of her life, exploiting Kaede’s bruised body up and down. She could practically see the expression on the Wolf Mother’s face if she were to walk into the room at this very moment. Flushed. Filled to the brim with excitement. The space between her legs burning against the pitch of the karate girl’s squawks and squeals. The two could be having the time of their lives right now. But alas, it was not to be.

Instead, the blue-eyed beauty would continue sucking and gnawing on the soft, bare flesh. Such lovely skin. Such a wonderful, powerful voice. Fumika was losing herself on top of her. So much so that she didn’t even feel her hair being yanked back until she was already being pulled away from the supple flush.

“Agh!”

A hard right hook from Kaede’s casted arm swept across her face, tearing bits of flesh and leaving an impressive mark on her flawless skin. The impact was sudden and rough. The grip on her hair wasn’t very strong though. It was a move clearly made out of desperation, but a punch was still a punch. Now, a punch wrapped in layer upon layer of plaster that was hard as a brick? More than enough. Fumika tore the hand away from her hair as she leapt back and away from the feisty punkette. Her hands were sat behind her as she looked over at Kaede with a warm smile for a few moments.

“Well? Are you going to try and run away? Just like with Manami?” She sighed and leaned forward, getting onto her knees and placing her hands of her hips. There was a hint of disappointment in her next words. If it was genuine or not was anyone’s guess. “I didn’t realize that was your way, Komatsuzaki. But if you can’t take it, I understand. Go ahead, I won’t chase you. Really.”

This woman just loved playing the long game, didn't she? Wearing her victim down until they had nothing left. She waited for the karate girl to make her move, studying her response and reading the situation. The salt was the key element in her strategy. Not only would it make the skin sting, it would send an endless torrent of shocking, searing pain until the nerves were worn out. If the cut was deep enough and the right amount of sodium got into the wound, that region of flesh should be paralyzed for a good spell. In that would lie the ticket to getting those troublesome pants of Kaede’s. That is, assuming she wasn't going to bolt for the door at this point. Not that she was going anywhere even if she got out, but it was unlikely she would even realize that.

Fumika licked her lips in anticipation. The punkette could try and run all she liked, but it would get her nowhere. If she was going to make a stand, now was the time. Although, the she-wolf wasn’t expecting to be impressed. Not to any real degree.