Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Had Bubbles had a better orgasm? Maybe. She’d gone through so many over her life - hell, in just the last year - that it was always difficult to say for sure. Not counting her wife, there were so many to throw in that equations. The twin at the saucy little S&M club downtown, that strange woman in the pink nurse outfit she spent a night with backstage, and there was no forgetting her time with Femke and Darya.

Kura, though, had to be up there. Top ten, at the least. Top three, if she threw in some extra points for originality.

When the kinky kunoichi untangled from her, all Bubbles could do was drop to her knees, gasping to refill her lungs. As she did, she looked forward and saw Kura making her way back to the center of the ring, radiating lust with every step. She felt a swell of pity for the hentai division - things had to be hard enough with her going around, tossing them around and fucking them silly, but now they had two monsters to deal with.

Bubbles took a moment to rise up, rolling her tongue through her cheeks as her mind switched modes. She grabbed the ropes for support, but also to give her hands a few good squeezes. Still a little tingly, but she could call upon most of her power again. She was good. More than that, she had a much better idea of what she was dealing with now, and how to put her strength to good use.

She came out of the corner slow now, taking careful steps as she neared. She wiggled her fingers, chewed her lip, moved closer and closer, but made no sudden moves. Stay cautious, looking to see what her foe would do. ”More? Girl, I’m ready for it all.”

Kira couldn't help but smile. "Worried to flex your American shock and awe at me again, hm?" She teased, sliding her tongue over her lips, tasting what remained of Bubbles'. The giant had been all about rushing her down at the start of the match. Was she actually being cautious now? That tickled her.

Foot over foot she began to circle Bubbles, thinking over a plan of attack. A frontal attack spelled disaster still it likely would the whole match. She was likely expecting her to slip behind, most would. It was arguably the safest place for her to work outside of the ground. Her flashy flips and slides would be expected now. Best to only use them to switch things up.

She made her way in on Bubbles quickly continuing to circle the large woman. She had a good estimation on her reach, which was significant due to her size. Once she was just outside of the, she snapped to the opposite direction she had been moving, ducking down as she tried to dash around the large woman.

Rather predictably going behind her, she stopped short, taking a knee as she hooked her arm around to assault the back of Bubbles' knee with a vicious chop block, trying to take her leg out from under her.

As Bubbles moved in, she exchanged a quick glance with Mariah at ringside, getting a read on her wife’s mindset. She was worried, that much was clear, and with good reason. She’d been expecting this to be hot, and it was - but it was also turning out to be a challenge. She’d sure that her wife could win in a clean sweep, and that was now in doubt. Bubbles felt the exact same way - and it only made her more eager.

Not taking Kura the least bit lightly, she kept her distance, subtly working forward, testing things out. ”Oh, you’ll get the shock and awe.” She hopped to the side, moving quick to keep Kura on her pretty little toes. ”Don’t you worry. It’s coming.”

Maybe it was, but not before came to her. She went in motion and turned into a blur, heading in faster than Bubbles could dream of anticipating. One second she was in front of her, staring deep into her eyes with the sinful smile, the next she was blazing at full speed, making her way over to her flanks.

Bubbles started to turned around in an attempt to cut her off, but that idea went nowhere - the wily woman struck out, slicing the back of her knee from below. Strong as Bubbles was, she still needed a solid base to fight from, and with that gone, even for a moment, she was sure to fall.

...which might not have been a bad thing, come to think of it.

Hoping to catch Kura off guard, Bubbles fell towards her, throwing her entire body towards the ninja in a wild attempt to come crashing down on her. It wouldn't’ win any points for style, but if it got the job done, that was all that mattered.

The average observer saw Kura do, by all accounts, a very common wrestling move. The more refined observer would have questioned why the skilled martial artist had decided to use something so crude as a chop block. She had already demonstrated her kicking prowess several times throughout the match. Wouldn't a leg sweep with her far more powerful legs have been more efficient? Kura herself knew the reason, and it was falling towards her.

She had been particular about her placement, how she took a knee. Had been dedicated herself to going in close to make Bubbles have to twist or reach for her so low but remaining mobile. Had she swept Bubbles legs she would have been crushed before the follow through had completed. She chose this specific move to allow for a quick escape from the lumbering woman's potential fall. It seemed like she did the right thing.

Kicking off the ground she droved out from under Bubbles as the woman came crashing to the mat. Far faster than she had anticipated, her tuck into a tumble saved her legs from being pinned under the falling mass of woman. She rolled herself up onto a knee, looking back to Bubbles from where she had fallen. There was no questioning it, had she been even a second slower she'd have been a pretty pancake right now.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she rose up, pushing off the ground as she made a dash for Bubbles, coming in fast for another attempt at offense while the woman was grounded again. This was her chance to do work, sooner than expected.

On paper, it was a good move. Bubbles idea was to fall on Kura, attempting to take her by surprise and get her under her, dominate her, break her, get that lovely throat of hers working to make such amazing noises.

In reality, things were a bit more complicated than that. Because while the plan would’ve worked on just about every other wrestler in the AFW, there was a difference between Kura and 90% of them; she was good. Really good.

As much fun as Bubbles was having, she could help but curse under her breath when her crashed turned up nothing, missing Kura by a fair margin. Didn’t really hurt anything, unless her pride counted.

But, maybe this was a good thing. She was vulnerable, and if Kura was consistent, it wouldn’t be hard to guess what she would do. Bubbles was a juicy steak and the kunoichi was a ravenous beast, hungry for a taste. She would be coming toward her, fast and hard. That, she could work with.

Instead of trying to get all the way up, Bubbles pushed up to her knee and swung her leg around in a wide arc, trying to catch Kura at the ankle and trip her up. It wouldn’t be graceful or pretty or slick, but it might - might be enough to catch her foe by surprise and put her flat on her butt. She was willing to try for that much.

Speed wasn't enough, she knew that. She could land blows on someone like Bubbles all night long, but if they didn't have some actual punch behind them the Virgin Killer was going to walk through her. The flare to her attacks weren't simply there for show, they served a purpose of ramping her momentum. It was how she was going to close the gap between their strength. As she rapidly closed in, Bubbles was already getting to her knees. A prime target. Her lips curled into a smirk as she took to the air, corkscrewing through the air. She landed easily on one foot, whipping her leg around in a violent arc.

She didn't manage to get a full rotation, Bubble's leg sweeping her to the floor before she could finish the wind up. Therein was the biggest issue with the technique she was trying to make use of. The lack of practicality. The spin, the flips, they caused her to loose sight of her opponents, they left her open. She landed hard on her side, her own spinning momentum carrying her down into the canvas. She bounded against the mat with a cry, coming to a stop on her side. She grit her teeth hissing at the pain as she looked over at Bubbles with one eye tightly shut. "That was... unexpected." She gave a small cough, chuckling as she started to pull herself up. She kept her eyes on Bubbles now, they were close now.

"Any other simple tricks you have tucked away..." She eyed Bubbles up and down. "I don't see any." She should have rolled away, scrapped this attempt at pushing her advantage to try again. The truth of the matter was they were on more equal footing here then they were if they both stood up again. So she remained in range of Bubbles, eyes like a hawk as she readied herself to move or react if the larger woman grabbed for her.

There were so many ways this could go wrong. Kura could see this coming - she had the training for that - and just avoid the move. She was good, that good, and she had already shown the ability to read Bubbles’ moves with haunting prescience. It was like trying to catch a fly. A sexy fly. A sexy fly who could almost make her orgasm on command.

But that was the thing with flies, wasn’t it? If tried long enough, tried hard enough, and got a little lucky, eventually you got them.

This time, Bubbles swatted Kura and got lucky. Damn lucky.

Down she went, crashing to the floor, right on Bubbles’ level. To her credit, the ninja wasn’t nearly as stressed about it as most would’ve been. To her credit, she was cool about it. A little too cool. Bubbles would’ve liked her to have at least a little afraid. But she could work on that easily enough. ”I might surprise you.”

She scrambled forward, moving as quickly along the floor as a woman her size could ever hope to move, and reached for Kura’s head, attempting to pull her face towards her chest as she rolled over the smaller woman. A breast smother - a chance to work her over, push the size advantage, and just enjoy the feeling of have this sultry demoness’ face pressed against her own. No downside to that.

"That's the hope." She mused right back at Bubbles. There wasn't much the giant could do that would really shock her, that she thought anyway. She was a big woman, with her larger body came some undeniable limitations and expectations. Only time would tell if the giantess could keep her guessing.

As Bubbles reached out for her, Kura leaned back, but the superior reach found her grabbed. She resisted the pull, but the mat did her no favors as Bubbles was able to just pull her completely with her raw unchecked strength. As the larger woman rolled over aimed to crush her with the overwhelming power of her behemoth breasts the modern day ninja did the last thing she could.

She turtled herself up, bringing her forearms up to press against Bubbles' chest, arms and shoulder squared up as she was put to the mat on her back. It wasn't much, but she was preventing the woman from lowering her upper body over her face completely. Once she had been freed from the giantess' grasp, she was even able to turn her head into a pocket of air between her arms.

This wouldn't last for long. Once Bubbles caught wise her smother wasn't working as planned, she would work to dismantle her temporary safe haven. So she put herself to work. Making it as hard for Bubbles to want to actually smother her.

Kura wormed one of her legs between Bubbles', setting her foot to the mat to inch it back until she had brought her thigh flush to the woman's sex to the best of her ability. From here she moved what little she could from side to side, up and down, in an effort to stimulate the beast.

Once she had acquired air, she dared to brave the looking threat of Bubbles' breasts, wiggling an arm just free enough that she could crane her neck to gain access to one of the woman's nipples.

She pursed her lips, pressing against her lightly for a kiss before enveloping it completely into her mouth with a suckle. Pulled taunt within her grasp, she nipped her teeth down to pinch it tightly as her tongue began to take small fleeting flicks at it.

Kura wanted this. Even though they’d known each other scant seconds, Bubbles could sense the kindred spirit in her foe, could see so much of herself in this woman, enough to know how heated their passion was. If it wasn’t for the match requiring action, the two of them would be on the floor, fucking each other to the point of madness, and enjoying every minute of it. Hell, maybe that would happen, anyway. In time.

For now, though Bubbles was all about business. Pleasurable business.

She pulled Kura in, fighting off her attempts to resist with ease. Not that her foe was weak by any means, Bubbles could tell that she would be a handful for a woman around her size...but not her. Not here. Not on the floor. Not when she was fired up. What Bubbles wanted, Bubbles got, and what she desperately wanted right now was this woman’s head between...her…

”Huh.” Bubbles looked down, confused for a moment, as she saw that her breast smother was being effectively countered with some cunning positioning from her foe, getting her arms up to keep her from pressing down and securing the smother. ”Well, now, ain’t you a tricky little-”

Bubbles let out a gasp as Kura’s leg went to work on her pussy, starting a steady stroke, stimulating her. Another gasp followed, when those teeth came to her nipple and started to work away, gnawing at the tender flesh. The little she-devil was full of tricks, even on the bottom.

”Nice try. A for effort. But…”

Bubbles reached up and grabbed Kura’s wrist, getting a tight grip of them both, before she yanked those arms to the side and pinned them to the canvas with her strength and weight behind it, her hands might as well have been iron manacles.

Her smile took on a cruel twists as she lifted up, then brought her chest down hard on Kura’s face, bashing her with each breast in tandem, throwing her full power between each blow to hammer her skull into the canvas. It was a wild, carnal move, and Bubbles with glee as she went about the pummeling.

Kura would have struggled against Bubble's grasp her her arms and subsequent pull, but there was nothing to fight. The battle had been lost even before it had begun. She arched her back, wincing up at Bubbles as she was pulled taut. "I'm an opportunist at heart..." She looked questioning up at Bubbles as she rose a bit. What was she...

Kura yelped at first as Bubbles began to knock her around with her aptly named knockers. She had never been viciously assaulted by another woman's breasts before, past the obvious smother. They were far more painful like this than she would have immediately thought. Still even then she couldn't help but find this oddly attractive as she was at the mercy of her giantess captor.

Her grunts slowly started to turn to small moans and groans with each impact. Her efforts with her legs had died off as Bubbles savaged her with her sizable bosom. There wasn't much she could actually do with the woman's weight on her except just take it. She knew deep down much of this match would be like that if the larger woman could get on top of her. Its what she had been avoiding it.

She would try to pull away to buck every so often, but she was almost entirely at Bubbles' mercy as she was now.