Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

It was important to keep moving and stay limber. Far easier to jump into action if one was already in motion. She was content to let Bubbles expend the effort for now, she knew a brazen move could cost her everything so opted to continue to recover. Her opponent seemed very aware of the predicament she was in as well, even expressing it out loud. She kept her expression neutral, not wanting to give her an inch when it came to if her words were actually having an effect. It wouldn't do well to dwell on it now, there was a reason she was bantering like this most likely. If Bubbles thought she could catch her on merit alone, she wouldn't need to try and sow seeds of doubt. She just had to play it sa-

Kura's eyes widened as a massive lariat was sung her way, caught off guard by the way Bubbles just stopped mid sentence. She threw herself backwards, dropping her back to the mat to prevent herself from being clobbered by the stiff arm assault. Before the larger woman could even thing abound pouncing onto her downed form, she immediately rolled herself to the outside of the ring under the bottom rope. Unlike last time, she didn't stay on the apron, but instead slipped out completely to move towards the barricade, keeping a careful distance. She doubted Bubbles had anything like suicide dives in her arsenal, but at this point she was prepared for anything.

As she brushed against the divides between the ringside area and the crowd, a few people reached out to touched her shoulders and back, taking advantage of her closeness. She didn't linger in one place too long, eyes locked on Bubbles as she slowly strafed the ring. "You were saying?" She called up to her foe, giving her a dirty look. Her palms rested on the flat top of the barricade, fingers tracing the lining. Would Bubbles follow her out here? If so, she might be able to even up the odds a bit. It wouldn't matter where the larger woman grabbed her, in all honesty, the damage she could do was going to end her either way. This way she could at least maximize what she could do to the giant on the outside.

Bubbles kept looking for fear in her foe’s eyes, the same trepidation and hesitation that all her opponent took one whenever she was coming down on them. She couldn’t find any of it. Not a bit. What had this woman faced before her that could steel her so well? Her mind might’ve been weakening, but her brain was just as sharp as ever.

That fact just made the Virgin Killer more determined to plant her into the canvas for the second time in a row. Bubbles’ lariat didn’t hit, but that was okay, since she wasn’t honestly expecting it to. She was still moving about, still had plenty of momentum to spend, so she used it to whip around, face her opponent, and…

Huh. Kura was gone.

Bubbles figured her foe for the flighty type, but she hadn’t expect her to just tuck tail like and make her way out of the ring, well out of her grasp. A smart move, she supposed, one that would keep her safe for the time being. But for how long? There were no count-outs, no pressing reason to follow her out, but the more Bubbles waited, the hungrier she got, the stronger the cravings became.

It all became too much, and she had to take the bait that Kura was throwing her way. She bolted to the ropes and slid down, rushing out under the ropes and nimbly - as nimbly as someone her size could - making her way to the mats. Her feet had scarcely touched the ground before she was off in a run.

With her wild hair and breasts bouncing about, Bubbles charged straight after Kura, looking to run her over with a shoulder tackle, willing to chase her wherever she went. She was a freight train of feral lust now, unstoppable, and she wouldn’t rest until she made it to her destination.

Bubbles hadn't pursued her outright, giving her plenty of time to strategize in her mind. The fans, ordinarily only sated with in ring action didn't seem to mind the breather, especially the few close enough to get a good up close look at Kura. When it became apparent her opponent was waiting, she wiggled her backside up onto the ledge of the barricade, taking a load off. She was smirking up at the larger woman, between the two of them she had the most to gain from the break in the action.

She hadn't been waiting too long when Bubbles changed her mind... Though it didn't seem like the woman was all there. Her movements were a bit different. Her pace almost frenzied. In this moment she seemed more like a wild bear than a woman. Once she had left the ring, she had come at her full tilt. This was NOT the time to stand her ground, that much was certain.

Pushing down on her palms, she hiked herself higher on the barricade, tucking her legs beneath her to crouch atop it. If Bubbles had learned anything this match, it would be every time Kira leapt over her head, bad things tended to follow. It had become a staple of the match, which was why when her feet left the barricade at the last moment, she hadn't done that. The predictable move was the one that would get her caught.

She had waited until the giant was almost upon her before hopping up and back, trying to grab hold to Bubbles hair or back of her head in her hands. As she dropped down to the opposite side of the barrier, she looked to try an bring the woman's throat down solidly against the top of the divide. If she had managed to do that, she'd take a quick powerful stab at the woman's skull with her knee before letting go.

Bubbles had Kura. She was sure of it. Yes, the woman had a talent for confounding her, but that was where this sort of match worked against it. It had gone so long, the two of them had seen pretty much everything the other had to offer. No surprises. No more tricks. Nowhere to hide. Bubbles was bearing down on her foe, closing the gap with long, powerful strides, and soon she’d have her trapped.

Not that Kura would see it that way. The Virgin Killer smiled as her prey pushed on the barrier instead of turning tail, no doubt trying some aerial feat. Impressive, but Bubbles had been down that road before. She knew the territory. When she tried to vault over her, there would be a nasty surprise in her way, just waiting.

But that didn’t happen. Not all the way, at least. Kura did jump, but…

”No-” Bubbles realized what Kura was about to do, just not in time to stop it from happening. By the time it was clear, her head was already getting pulled down into the barricade and slammed hard against it, a blow that would’ve left her woozy all by itself. Combined with the knee that came after, however? It knocked her clean off her feet and put her on the floor, on her back, with stars dancing about across her familiar.

An all-too familiar scene.

"Yes~" She almost sounded sweet, and odd combination when paired with her fingers clenched through Bubble's untamed mat of hair, steering her face down into the barricade. While padded, it helped little to the force she bore down on the women, bending her down to crash her down against the divide with all the physical force and weight she could muster behind it. Not wanting to take chances, she aimed to add another nail to the coffin as she dragged Bubble's face across the barricade to drill her head with a swift and brutal knee strike. Her fingers came loose as the woman toppled backwards, stumbling a step or two into one lucky fan who was "kind" enough to cushion her. They immediately started to get cheers and congratulations from his nearby buddies. With a wink cast over her shoulder to the onlookers, she stepped away from the whooping crowd.

She found her way back up onto the barricade, climbing gingerly to survey the damage. Bubbles was out. But for how long? She'd make sure it for as much time as she needed. Balancing herself on the divider, she held her arms out to either side, spreading her metaphorical wings to a violent wave of flash photography. The Virgin Killer Killer. It didn't exactly have a good name to it. She'd have to think of something else later with more punch.

She sprang from the barrier, tucking her legs in as she took to the sky briefly before plummeting down towards Bubbles. Her arms reached back, grabbing her own ankles to lock her legs in, knees pointed downward in a lethal spike as she cannon balled her body down into the larger woman's stomach, making sure that the woman not only saw stars, but got the feeling of breathlessness to accompany her journey through space. How hard bodied the giant was wouldn't matter much as she lay here prone.

Bubbles wasn’t unconscious, but she was on the verge. As close to being knocked out as one could be without being knocked out. She was aware of the world around her to a certain extent, but it was like her brain was on a delay, taking a moment to register what her senses were picking up.

Somewhere in the distance, she could hear what sounded like some guys laughing. Laughing at her, at Kura? Couldn’t tell.

The referee was looking at them, and Mariah was peering around the corner, with some worry and concern. Couldn’t blame her. Bubbles accepted this, but it couldn’t be easy for her to see a match go down like this. Even with all the amazing sex.

The red lights were being shifted to illuminate their match as it went to the floor, making sure all had the best view. Which left one, important question: where was Kura?

The answer came from up, as the ninja launched into the air and descending on her like a hawk after its prey. Time slowed for a moment, allowing Bubbles to watch her opponent in full glory. Ripe, full breasts flopping back, her alabaster skin shining in the darkness, her hair whipping about like the flames of some crazy, white fire. It was a scene fit for a poet, and it almost made Bubbles not care the immense pain that was about to shoot through her body.

Kura struck her stomach with meteoric force, making the giant’s body jacknife on impact. Bubbles cried out and went into wild spasms, flopping about on the mat, her limbs taking on a mind of their own. It was all she could do to roll over and grasp her stomach, gasping hard to reveal her battered lungs as steady stream of droll came over her lips.

Kura had long a bit of her elegance when Bubbles had taken over the match. It wasn't exactly easy to present oneself in such a way when someone was tossing you about a ring like a ragdoll and pounding you into nothing. When she took to the air, most of that had returned to her. While not a fancy flip or twirling dive, the precision in her movements and confidence in her method had gone a long way to reinstating that part of who she was. The brutality of what she was doing wasn't lost on her, feeling the woman's body beneath her collapse in on itself, other parts flailing up around her. When Bubbles rolled over, any sort of perch she had managed to secure had vanished taking her down to the mat as well. She, by comparison, was having an easier time with hitting the floor, little more than a harmless flop which was easily corrected.

She wasted no real time, making sure to take full advantage of her adversary being incapacitated. Forcefully she took hold of Bubble's side and shoulder, pulling her fully over onto her chest and stomach. Throwing a leg over the larger woman, she settled her backside down firmly along the small of Bubbles' back, spreading her legs to straddle the woman with a side foundation to easily keep her balance. Leaning down she pressed her chest to the giant's collar, sensually rubbing up against her to silently gloat over their change in positions.

"Lets get comfortable..." Reaching her arm up and around, she hooked an arm around Bubbles' neck in reverse, making sure her chin was tucked  firmly near her underarm. She leaned back, pulling the woman back as far as her human limitations allowed, stretching out her back and cutting off her vital supply of air and blood in a half dragon clutch type submission. She hadn't locked an arm to desire the woman, instead planting her feet to act as a ground for any pull back she received rather than trying to control the woman's upper body. She needed a free hand after all.

Reaching back behind her, she took a moment to clap Bubbles' backside with her flat palm, taking satisfaction returning the gesture the other woman had so proudly and triumphantly laid upon her. With each sudden wrench of her hold, she spanked the woman over and over. "You've been a very bad girl." She snickered softly before her slapping came to a stop. Her fingers danced over reddened cheeks, gently tickling at the woman before she flattened her palm down against her skin. Her palm slowly slid down between her legs, reaching down underneath the woman to tease Bubbles' sex.

"Don't bother submitting." She whispered hoarsely down to the woman trapped under her arm. "I'm going to take it regardless." With that, she moved to slip two digits inside of of her prey, slowly pressing them inward before curling them in retreat. She continued the cycle, simply playing with the larger woman beneath her nice and slow.

Oh, right. Pain. It had been a while since she’d really felt it to this level. That wasn’t to say Kura hadn’t managed to damage her at multiple points in this match, far from it. She’d hurt her, damaged her, broken her in ways that she didn’t even know that she could be broken. But there had always been a style to it, a focus on grace, a style with finesse. When she came down on Bubbles, there wasn’t much of that. It was a raw, brutal, merciless move that would have had most women crying for mercy, and was even enough to make the Virgin Killer’s eyes water.

And she absolutely loved it. She laid there in agony, writhing under the blow, while Kura sat atop her like a righteous conquering queen on her throne. Rarely had she felt so much pain, few could ever dominate her like this, and it set her loins on fire. She wanted to fuck this woman’s brains out, but no, she was in control, and Bubbles was a slave to her whims.

She rolled her over and took position on the small of her back, making Bubbles think she was going for a camel clutch. Nothing so unoriginal. Instead, she could her in a reverse headlock, yanking her head back, with her upper body following close behind. She wasn’t known for her flexibility, but this put what little she had to the task. ”This…” She gagged and feebly pulled at the hold, to no sucess. ”This ain’t too comfortable.”

Ah, but Kura had that covered. Bubbles gasped - as best she could gasp at the moment - when a harsh hand slapped her ass, then again, and again, and again on top of that. Each strike made her tremble, as lewd moans found their way out of her throat. She welcomed them, loved, them, because she knew what was coming next.

When Kura’s fingers found their way into Bubbles sex, her minor struggles ceased. Escape was no longer her bodies’ top priority - no, pleasure was, and it instinctively sought that. Her hips writhed about, trying to press against her foe’s digits to let them in even deeper, speeding her stimulation along.

"Now now... Show some faith." She smiled down at. Bubbles, cranking her neck back roughly. She had never claimed to really have the larger woman's comfort in mind, so she wasn't really lying. She seemed rather delighted by how easily she was able to bend her larger for, no doubt due to how banged up she had become before the hold had been locked in. She couldn't imagine Bubbles would ever allow herself in this position... Well, until she slipped her fingers inside of her.

She almost giggled at the sudden change, which was odd since Kura couldn't recall the last time she had ever let such a girlish titter escape from her. Perhaps she should have been doing this the whole time if Bubbles was this susceptible, or was it the combination of the debilitating hold mixed with being forcefully teased. This was something of a beautiful revelation, once which she wanted to have such fun with.

"Look at you..." She smirked, her pace hadn't changed, allowing Bubbles to hungrily work herself over against her more gentle touch as she focused more on bending the large woman back. She would still tease though, slipping her finger back, purposefully denying her adversary the ability to have it how she wanted it. "I could keep you like this... All night." She considered it. What was really stopping her from prying orgasm after orgasm from her now until she couldn't go anymore? Before it had been a matter of courtesy in relation to their punishment times. This wasn't one of those however. This was simply Bubbles giving in and Kura taking her for everything she had left.

God she wanted to hold her differently. Wrap her lips over each part of her body. She couldn't though, not like this. She had to instead simply get by with brushing her breasts up against Bubbles' collar and shoulder scooting herself up and down along the woman's sweat slicked back. Having the woman beneath her arm like this and just wrenching her back would have to do for now.

She had finished teasing Bubbles now. The epiphany of being able to keep her down like this even after pushing the other woman over the edge had been enough to convince to to actively drag the woman along. With a soft coo, she buried her fingers deep within the woman, drawing them in and out in long hard thrusts. The tip of her thing rested along the entry of her velvet folds, slipping over her clit with each plunge. Even if she got the giant to her climax, she wouldn't stop, she had no reason to.

Despite knowing Kura quite well in the intimate sense, Bubbles hardly knew her in any other way. Everything she could piece together came from their limited interactions here, but she could paint a fairly vivid picture. This was a woman more used to be the dominator and less accustomed to be the dominated, though she could get stimulation either way. Another trait the two of them shared, a desire to switch their roles - the only problem was that so few of their opponents had the strength or skill to do it.

In that way, they were the perfect match. The yin to each others’ yangs. But that presented a problem, too, because it meant that neither of them would ever yield, that there was no way to take permanent control and seize the match. Unless…

An idea was starting to form, but it was interrupted by the wrenching of her body and those damned, teasing fingers. The ninja manipulated her sex with infuriating dexterity, playing with her, just out of reach, always so close, and those words in her ear, hinting at such a wonderful night.

How many times had she climaxed already? Three? Four? She couldn't remember. But Kura had her on the verge once more, and one she tired of that and became serious, there was little fight to be had.

Bubbles came. Even with the pain she was going through, even with the awkward position, she spilled out as Kura’s expert fingers worked away on her, creating a new stain on the canvas. Shameless, she bucked about, searching for every inch of pleasure she could find. All the while, she tried to speak, even as she was choked, even as the ecstasy forced out pained moans. ”There might-” A sigh forced its way through her lips, taking precedence. ”Might be a way we can do that…”