Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

She was fond of teasing people, throwing them off their game. It all came down to getting unexpected reactions in the end. It was always a treat to fluster a foe, leaving them speechless, perchance vulnerable in the ring. Kura's rather open values when it came to sexuality had never left her wanting for that, not with most of the women of Friction being so easily toyed with. While rarely on the receiving end, she had on occasion come to enjoy that as well. Hat someone not attempted to crack her head open like a pinata, she might have been slightly more understanding. The throbbing in her head had a way of dulling out some of the humor when it came to the passing of spit in the less conventional way.

She hadn't been displeased with the beating she had taken, it had been rather exhilarating. The aftermath, the pain that dulled her senses, that was the problem. She had been missing something like this, a challenge against a foe of this caliber. Being forced back to the ropes, literally and figuratively, this entire match had been a beautiful mix of frantic fighting and sexual delights. Something like this wouldn't nor should come often. She cursed her body for screaming in agony with each of her heartbeats sending a pulse of pain to her cranium. Why was it ruining her fun so much?

The corner of her lips tugged into a smirk at the apology. Bubbles rather straightforward approach to slamming and bashing her about was a slightly humbling experience. At the same time, the ease in which she could handle the giant when the circumstances were right had been empowering. An odd mix with the roller coaster dynamic the two shared. She took the compliment to heart though. The Virgin Killer was a veteran wrestler far more experienced than her in nearly every aspect of the craft. Praise from her as being a worthy foe was not only welcome but vindicating for having joined AFW on a whim. This had proven to be a place for her to truly shine, this match had been a decent showcase to that effect.

She pressed an eye shut as Bubbles flicked at her nipple. She was so riled up, still sensitive from her time with Mariah. Being manhandled by the larger woman had done nothing to diminish her libido, in fact it may have only made her want it more. Perhaps it had been a good thing Bubbles had opted to make her tap. If the giantess had simply tried to take her without, she may have likely given herself over to it just to feel the woman against her, inside her, wherever she could. As far as the match went, it was a dangerous mindset to lose yourself to the passion of the moment or ones carnal desires. Thankfully to Kura, winning was rarely the end game, just a cherry on top.


"I guess that means I should start actually trying." She murmured softly, she was jesting of course, but that was lost in her tone. As Bubbles slipped a leg over her she lay back against the mat in acceptance, thankful the woman hadn't asserted her weight more than it needed to be. Being trapped beneath the Virgin Killer wasn't the worst place to be, not while she wasn't actively mauling her anyway. She fully expected a fierce kiss, perhaps a rough fingering. Whatever it was, she wanted it, she needed it. A reset button to get back into the match... if she could hold out anyway. To her surprise it never came however. Bubbles' cheek was warm against her breast as she listened for her vitals or at least pretended to. It was rather sweet, this gentle playfulness, something she hadn't really seen from Bubbles.

Kura's eyelids fluttered shut under each tender affection. She wanted to feel it all, try her best to push out the pain. Something about the sudden change in the other woman's methods had her going wild. She was a tender lover at heart, her treatment of Mariah had been more in her character than many of the other forms of pleasure she had brought down on people in the ring. It was the sense of control and surrender that made it so enjoyable. While it was true she couldn't resist even if she wanted to due to the match stipulations, Bubbles was driving her up the wall. Her soft voice, the breezy nature she mentioned threats of what could be, all possible because of her state of powerlessness. She moaned softly under each long kiss or playful lick as the woman traversed her body like a trail, leaving no spot left unexplored.

There was a pause, one that she had expected to be followed by the woman's tongue or finger slipped within her. She was ready, perhaps a bit too willing. When nothing came, she lifted her head slightly, peering over her curves to see what Bubbles was doing. Her leg came up easily, her flexibility would have allowed for far more than what was being acted of her. As Bubbles started to slide in up against her she couldn't help but grin. What a bold choice. She had avoided putting herself to Mariah for the sole purpose of keeping her act together, now her opponent was giving her the opportunity to make some headway even in defeat. She could work with this...

Her head lowered back to the Canvas, shifting herself slightly from side to side to make Bubbles intended trip easier to bring the two of them together. The finality in her words and tone sounded almost as if this was suppose to be the end. The coming storm she had to weather. Given her battered state, she wasn't sure if all that fueled her now was lust. When the giant had finished with her, would that be it? She couldn't bring herself to be upset. What a wonderful end it would be... She wouldn't forgive herself later if she simply gave up though. She had to make it, has to survive the coming onslaught.

God, where had this woman been hiding all her life? Mariah was Bubbles’ love, the one she’d want to keep around if she had to get rid of every other woman on Earth, but Kura was making a strong argument for the number two spot. So many women would’ve been intimidated if they found themselves in the spot she was in, would’ve cowered or cried or just flopped about little schoolgirls. Not this one. The woman beneath her was a sexual warrior, a veteran who clearly had been in similar position before. This was one of the few opponents who could take all the Bubbles could dish out, and maybe more besides.

That thought alone brought a tingle to her spine, and that sensation wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. Certainly not at this moment, as Bubbles slid forward, moved their pussies together, and…

Ah. There it was.

She bit her lip hard and started a nice, steady rhythm, tribbing at a slow pace. She pressed hard, stroked Kura’s lips with her own, kissed with their lower lips, then moved away. Back in, stroke, away. Rinse and repeat, where moans turning more into growls after every thrust.

Harder. Faster. Longer. She began to pick up the pace and gripped Kura’s leg tight as she pounded away, even reaching around to give the ninja a hard slap on her ass, one that sure to leave a fiery handprint.

”Oh, this pussy.” She closed her eyes and threw her head forward, leaning into her humping to ramp up the pressure. ”This is my fucking pussy, belong to me, yes-”

It was a slow process, trying to prop herself up on her forearms. A feeble body still in recovery and a mind flooded with pain shackling her to the mat. As Bubbles slipped into position, tightly pressed against her she had almost lost her progress completely. She wanted to watch, needed to be like this to properly contribute the way she wanted. Her for had already started grinding up against her by the time she had locked herself in and began shifting and rolling her hips to meet the Giant's efforts with her own.

In a dream world she would be able to make the girl reach her peak first unless directed otherwise, but that was a lofty near impossible goal. She had already been worked over to the point she might as well have been a fish in a barrel and it was clear Bubbles didn't misfire.

The Virgin Killer may have began gently, but as time went on she slowly devolved to her primal self. Her pace along with her force only increased. She was a ceaseless sexual monster, each stroke and slap of their bodies against one another was devistating, rocking her to the core with near crippling pleasure. Those who thought large opponents lacked technique had never come up against someone like Bubbles Burste. What she lacked in wrestling finesse she made up for in her experience banding the female form to suit her needs.

She was trying to hold her own, from below, give as good as she got but it was hard to tell if she was making progress. Her opponent was fierce, powerful, a stunning force of nature that seemed to be without equal in this moment. Her moans were disjointed as each time they met it shook her completely. The firm slap on her backside garnered the larger woman a look that spoke of coming retribution despite how into it she had been. There was no argument mounted for her claims. They were true after all, in this moment she was all Bubbles'.

She couldn't keep up anymore, the monstrous appetite of Bubbles was crashing down on her like a tidal wave and all she could do was go where it took her. Her arms fell away as she pressed herself down against the canvas. She needed distance, but none could be had. She was stuck here by stipulation and force was her for clutched her leg without hope of release. She struggled and thrashed, each impact leaving her closer and closer to her ultimate end.

Kura let out howl, hands clapping to her head as she clenched her hair between her fingers. She was a solid stone, no give, so tense, illusionary cracks forming each time Bubbles hammered her. Her back suddenly arched, body quaking as it surrendered itself to Bubbles. A splash of heat and wetness coating both women as each thrust became a far more audible slapping. Kura crumpled, spasming with every remaining aftershock as she lay across the canvas, seemingly broken with eyes wide and glazed.

”Yes, yes, fuck, yes-”

Bubbles was on top, but that wasn’t necessarily the same thing as being in control. There was no real control to be had between them, as the moment swept over and took them. There was no thought, no planning, nothing beyond the raw, primal urge to fuck.

In the corner of her eyes, she could see the audience, glanced at them long enough to take in the shocked gasp and intrigued gazes of their adoring public. Maybe they were just taken aback by the display, maybe they were just jealous. It was impossible to tell throw dimmed gloom, but she was sure that, somewhere in the shadow, a few hands slithered into their owner’s pants, granting temporary relief.

They could watch all they liked, but the pleasure was purely Bubbles’ to enjoy. They couldn’t really know what it was like to feel Kura’s pussy up against hers, so soft and pliant. To feel every quiver and quake as it ran through her body. To be right at the center of her climaxing scream, an inhuman howl that tore through the arena.

It was a heavenly feeling, one that reached its peak when Kura came and splashed against her. At that point, there was no stopping Bubbles from getting the same release. She was on the edge herself, and she gleefully finished herself off, thrusting away, pounding and pounding, until a raging shock tore through her body. She let out the scream a conquering warrior queen, as their juices mixed together and created a sinful concoction on the canvas.

Just like that. Over.

Bubbles took a moment to catch her breath, leaning forward as droplets of sweat fell from her brow onto Kura’s stomach. With a deep breath, she pushed her way up, stood tall, and placed a foot on Kura’s breast. She could’ve stomped, could’ve hammered her into the mat without mercy. She didn’t. Instead, she gently rubbed the mound beneath the arch of her foot, teasing a nipple between her toes.

Hand on hips. Smile on her face. Hunger in her gaze, even still. ”Had enough?”

It hadn't stopped with her climax, Bubbles continued to have her any way she wanted, lording herself over the defeated body of her adversary. She could remember ever being this drained in competition. The fact her foe kept going to sate her own carnal needs was completely and utterly objectifying... and she couldn't help but enjoy every second of it.

Her eyelids fluttered as Bubbles saw completion, Kura shuddering at the trickle of foreign juice tricking down her body. Her body was hyper sensitive, feeling every shift of position like the shifting of tectonic plates, even those stray drops of sweat finding a home on her navel seemed to tickle her. She couldn't think. Couldn't move. The warm glow wrapped around her body was constricting, choking her will to rise from her.

As Bubbles planted a foot on her breasts, she hardly moved safe for her eyes slowly falling shut. Toes like stubby fingers finding her nipples, staking their claim to her without repercussion. If she just remained her like this, it was all over. She had worked so hard, wanted to bend this woman to her breaking point so badly. She wasn't even sure how far she had come. Now, from where Bubbles stood over her, she seemed almost untouchable. Deep down she knew that wasn't true. It couldn't be. The Virgin Killer wasn't invincible.

It seemed as though it was over to those around the arena. Kura had remained down, motionless though the taunts and teases. Bubbles looked over her in a clear show of dominance. The crowd had fallen quiet as the official moved to pronounce the match over.

A sudden movement as Kura's fingers curled around Bubbles ankle. Her arm strained at first, but she managed to throw her weight behind it after a few seconds of struggle to shove the woman's foot off her, rolling onto her side. She peered down the length of the red lit ring, taking a moment to compose herself through controlled breathing

Bubbles could’ve been content with this. While she’d conquered many women in her time, she was having a hard time thinking of one so satisfying as Kura. Few could tick so many boxes, appealing to her weakness, finding ways around her strengths. It was the Most Dangerous Game in a wrestling ring, and defeating the ninja like this, putting her foot over her foe in triumph as the proof of the lovemaking dripped between their legs, would’ve been the perfect way to cao this off.

But Bubbles knew better. Despite being so markedly different, she and Kura were the same in key ways.
The Virgin Killer knew that, were the positions reversed, she would never give up when sex was mixed into the equation. Even as she stood there and looked down at her foe, reveling in her position and giving her an offer to surrender, she knew it woud never be accepted.

So there was no surprise when Kura shoved her foot away and rolled over. Hell, the only surprise would’ve been if she did accept defeat. Surprise and disappointment. ”Good girl.”

There were many ways Bubbles could’ve pressed advantage here, simple, barbaric attacks that would hammer the sensual shinobi into the mat. She didn’t go for any of them. Wouldn’t be sporting, wouldn’t be fair, wouldn’t be sexy. Instead, she reached down and gave Kura’s butt a good slap - nothing too hard, just to wake her up.

Eager to see just how much her opponent had in the tank, Bubbles walked back to the turnbuckle with her hands up, beckoning Kura on every step of the way. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. The manic grin on her face told it all, explained just how much she needed to dominate the woman before her. It went beyond pride, to something ancient and primal.

She had managed to roll herself over, partially anyway. There wasn't much of a plan beyond getting up at the moment. The temptation of laying down for Bubbles' had been removed now at least which put her in a much better place. A firm clap to her backside got a Yelp from her, hard and suddenly enough to roll her onto her stomach. Cheek pressed to the mat, she reached up to brush hair from her face to play glare at Bubbles from where she lay. This woman was amazing but more importantly fun. Every exchange had been just that, afterwards was a soft reset on their match. The competitive aspect was here, but it didn't get in the way of sportsmanship to a degree anyway.

Kura dragged her palms across the canvas until she had them close enough to her to push up and begin her slow rise. She wasn't sure how long it had taken Bubbles to screw her into the ground, but her headache seemed to be far less severe now which boded well for her, until she got clocked again. She needed to play safer and protect her noggin. She wasn't sure if she could take another good hit from the giant without being laid out. As temping as getting ruined by Bubbles all night was, she wasn't about to offer herself up so willingly even if the woman made defeat so satisfying.

Getting to her feet had been difficult enough on her own, she was thankful Bubbles hadn't pressed an assault. She was going to make the woman regret not taking advantage of her while she wasn't able to defend herself though. Upright again, she combed her slender fingers through her rosy hair, setting it straight again with slicked sweat. She could feel a faint trickle down along her thighs, what remained of the two of them from before. It felt cold against her burning skin, enough to make her shiver for a moment.

Rising and falling on the balls of her feet, she took few light springing step from side to side on her end of the ring, trying to work up a bit more energy. She felt so drained, worn down by both giving and receiving through the evening. She still had more left though, she thought so at least. "Don't let her grab you..." She murmured to herself. Even now she wanted the woman's hands over her body, those muscular arms wrapped around her like a crushing vice. She had to fight her mind's desires, body's limitations, and most of all the woman in front of her.

"That all you have?" She shook out her arms, loosening up in preparation. The grinning giant looked down at her with a wide grin, in the red lighting she looked almost demonic like this. It was clear she was going to devour Kura at the first sign of weakness, so she had to play things as carefully as possible to mask how run down she actually was. With a small flick of the wrist, sending a plume of her hair back over her shoulder.

God, it was taking a physical effort to keep from marching across the ring and fucking Kura into oblivion. She could picture it in her head - she’d charge in, get Kura down, and start going into her with wild abandon. This time, she wouldn’t stop. Screw the rules, screw the punishments. She’d take a disqualification. It wasn’t like winning was going to get her what she wanted, because what she wanted right now was to fuck Kura, and her every fiber was hooked on that notion. So she’d take her and take her and take her again. She’d take her after the referee and the crowd left. Just her, Mariah and Kura, in a sweet all-night threesome on the canvas, coating the canvas in their juices, until the sun rose and found them laying on top of each other. A gaspy, sweaty, heaving mess.

The thought alone made her moan, and she became so caught up that she almost didn’t notice Kura putting herself back together again. Once more, she had to marvel at her foe’s stamina, the way she was able to get back up after the hellish pounding she went through. Some ignorant souls were so quick to dismiss hentai-oriented wrestlers, saying they had no real skill or ability, but Kura was the best argument against that.

If she’d been the most chaste wrestler to ever step through the ropes, Kura’s skill would still have made her one of the most challenging opponents Bubbles ever faced. She was just that good.

She stood tall when other wrestlers would’ve cowered. She moved forward when others would’ve backed off. She spoke when most would’ve squeaked, and she had such interesting things to say. As it turned out, Bubbles did not have that much energy left, but there was no way she would let Kura know it. ”Nope.” She chewed on her lips as she stepped out of the corner, moving out of the darkness as she approached. ”Not even close.”

That was the sole warning Bubbles gave before she came charging forward with her arms spread wide, using her wideness to reach out and cover the area around Kura’s, trying to pull her in close before she could hope to get away.

Kura was no where near ready to take on the beast that was Bubbles head on again. The name of the game right now was avoid. She needed an opening to present itself or to create one. Last time she had tried to gun the giant down with her crippling strikes she had been run over. If she were to use them again, she needed to be sure she was able to land them all to bring the big girl down. What she had to worry about now was the woman charging at her wanting the largest, likely deadliest hug in the league. That was a solid pass for her.

She had to wait until the woman was closer, taking a few steps forward to meet her at far less speeds. Once Bubbles was in range enough to reached for her, she tossed herself forward and to the side, thumbing past the woman's left side in a dive. She found her footing, springing back up lacking the speed she had displayed earlier in their match.

She still manged to stay light on her feet, remaining mobile as she slowly backpedaled to circle Bubbles at a large distance, one easily tracked. She was clearly not trying to get in on the woman, keeping her distance while being close to the ropes. "You missed." She called over with a faint smile, pointing out the obvious with wink to punctuate it. "You were right though, "Not even close." summed it up pretty good." She laid her palms on her breasts, giving them a playful jostle

Bubbles really had to thank Mariah when this was over, and not just for the obvious reasons. Her wife insisted on her drinking plenty of water before each match, a habit that she wouldn’t have gotten into otherwise. She’d always felt it wasn’t that important, since most of her opponents didn’t last long enough for a sweat to break out, anyway. Today, however, she knew better.

Bubbles sweat was so heavy that you could track her around the ring by following the trail of drips, and the path would lead right up to Kura...but, right after reaching her it would abruptly stop. That was the point where the Virgin Killer reached out, tried to wrap her arms around her opponent, and came back with absolutely nothing.

”Heh.” Panting hard, Bubbles turned towards her flighty foe and weathered her taunts with a smile. ”I missed…that time.” She stayed low and crouched, hands up, ready to leap in at any second. ”You and me both know how this goes, though. You’re getting slow and sloppy. Me? I’m still strong enough to bring you down with one good hit.” She smacked. ”And it’s only a matter of time before-”

Bubbles interrupted herself to charged forward and swing her arm with a wide lariat, trying to catch Kura off guard and bring her down before she could react. Long shot, worth a try.