Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Mariah was not shocked the least to learn that, yes, Kura was a good kisser, even when she was in the driver’s seat. She’d been interested in this woman since she saw her first match, had wanted this sort of intimacy, but now that she was witnessing her in action against a serious opponent? She was impressed for wholly different reasons than she had been at first. When this was over, she would have to do some digger digging into her background and figure out how such a talent managed to fly under the radar for so long.

But that was a thought for later. One she had to store and bookmark. It was a little hard to ponder right now, when Kura’s tongue was slapping hers about, while her hands were roaming about her body, giving her so many sweet options.

She didn’t fight it when Kura undid her bra with ease - how could she? Her body longed for her breasts to be free, and she thrust her chest out to give the ninja easy access. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but that lasted all of two seconds before she couldn’t hold it any long. Out it came, a deep rumble from the pit of her stomach.

And then there was that mischievous little hand between her legs, roaming around, sliding against her sex. For a second, Mariah’s legs buckled, and it seemed like she would fall from those weakened knees, but she managed to stay straight at the last second and save face. She could still think clearly. For the moment. How long that would last with everything that was about to happen, well...they’d see.

Mariah closed her eyes as Kura worked her way up her body, making a ladder of kisses, until she was whispering hot ,husky words into her ear that left her shivering. The offer she made was a tempting one, no questioning that. Bubbles could use the rest, especially after what was about to surely befall her. ”Deal.” Her word was half a sigh, and she shuddered after it. ”And tails. My favorite region.”

Speaking of Bubbles, she was having quite a time watching all this from the sides. Even in this uncomfortable position, the display was getting her juices flowing, and she eagerly looked on with lustful licks of her lips. ”No, please, don’t stop on my account…” Her muscles swelled and tensed, straining for a variety of reasons.

Makoto was hardly so vain as to think that Margaux was going out of her way for the sole purpose of impressing her, but if that were the case, then she was succeeding with flying colors.  Just to look at her, she could’ve told that this was a refined woman with high tastes. Her outfit, her style, her parasol, her entire aura had this refined decadance to it. But Makoto had just been expecting something upscale for her new friend’s abode. This was on an entirely different level.

It was a sort of decor that she hadn’t seen since her time at the lodges that she stayed in for the Winter Games. Minus all the making out and wild parties, of course.

She followed along as Margaux gave her a brief recounting of her history, filling in some intriguing blanks. It all made it sound like her life had been infinitely more interesting before she settled on this one, but she figured that was just the way things had shook out for her in the end.

Makoto was startled when she noticed how close Olivier had been while they talked - she hadn’t meant for the butler comment to make it his way. Not that it wasn’t true, but it felt wrong to speak about him like he wasn’t there when he was standing so close. Not that he seemed to mind. At all.

Regardless, he wasn’t around for long, and Makoto waved to him as he took off, leaving the two of them alone...or so she thought. As Margaux spoke, the Judo Babe could’ve sworn she heard a knocking nearby. Faint and fading. Distant. Maybe one of the neighbors?

She paid it little heed at first, and far less when she saw Margaux giving her an approving look over. ”Yeah, well, I wanted to look presentable.” She turned to the side and feigned a bit more interest in the paintings, diverting attention away from her rosy cheeks. ”Maybe you’re already rubbing off on me.”

She had to bite her lip to keep a giggle inside. Too cheesy.

”But, uh, I think I’m good.” She sat the bag aside, right under the paintings, a good place to pick it up later when she was changing. ”I’ll just do a few stretches and we can start. Oh!” She snapped her fingers. ”We never did set the rules.”

"Tails it is..." Kura purred softly as she nibbled at Mariah's earlobe, not quite ready to surrender her attention to the woman just yet. "I'm looking forward to what you can do to your woman." A single digit buried itself deep into the cloth of whatever Mariah wore beneath her skirt, so firmly she could feel every detail of her figure as it drifted up and down along her natural divide. "If it's particularly impressive, perhaps I will continue to make use of my punishment periods to make your night even more unforgettable." She curled her finger against the blond, twisting in her knuckle delightfully into her. Kura's lips left the woman's ear, blowing heated air into it as she departed.

Stepping away from Mariah, she gave the woman a firm slap on her backside to hurry her along to Bubbles sex which she had left presented perfectly with how the giant was positioned. Kura crouched down in front of Bubbles, placing a hand lightly to her abdomen. She slowly worked her fingers down along her body with a devilish smirk. Her warm sweat slicked skin felt perfect, her chiseled physique something from a work of art. In this position, it was far more abstract, a thought that got a soft chuckle from her. She slowly lowered herself down to the mat, dangling her upper body over Bubbles face threateningly.

"No peeking." Without any means to protect herself, Bubbles made for an easy target as she nestled the woman's face comfortably between her breasts. She playfully batted at her on the way down, a lesser version of the earlier punishment she endured at the hands of the larger woman. With how she had propped Bubbles up, she was able to perform her minor smother while having full access to the titan's chest.

She sighed happily, cupping her hands around the woman's bountiful bust, pushing them both together. For now she simply rolled her tongue over them both, switching from side to side. She was as loud as she could possibly be with each sensual lick. One Mariah had gotten into position and began her end of things, she would move on to flicking her tongue between both of the woman's nipples. Small fleeting attentions, not yet giving her anything of great substance.

Kura’s finger ventured beneath Mariah’s skirt, braved the darkness, and found absolutely nothing in its way. While she was taking care of the lights and setting the mood, she’d gone ahead and slipped off her panties, discarding them underneath the announcer’s desk. The crowd was so taken by the display in the ring that no one even seemed to give her a passing glance.

It was almost as if Mariah had known this moment was coming, that Kura would find her pussy sooner or later, and she wanted all obstructions done away with when that happened. If that was the case, her prescience was rewarded, as a single, simple figure brushed against her sex. For most, it would’ve been a passing gesture. For Kura, the touch was electric, and it left Mariah shivering as they departed. Focusing after that little encounter was no small task, but somehow, she managed. There was work to do, after all.

Bubbles looked up, anxious and energized, as Kura came over and kneeled nearby. She was starting to grow used to the bonds, finding a way to make it comfortable, but that was all ruined when her opponent decided it was time for a little payback - down came the breasts, as this spicy ninja joined the small, elite class of women who’d ever put a breast smother on the Virgin Killer. It wasn’t an unwelcome experience for Bubbles - few sexual things could be, as far as she was concerned - and the lack of air, the lack of sight, the muffled sounds all created a heightened experience, one that had her shrieking in pleasure into Kura’s chest. And that was before the duo even did anything.

Mariah’s choice hadn’t been random. She chose tails, because, in her humble opinion, there wasn’t a woman alive who could control this region of Bubbles’ body as well as she could. As she brought her tongue to her wife’s slit, she knew the right places to touch it. The right tempo. The right speed. She knew when to pull out and when to dive deep. She could play her like a harp, and the symphony was shown across her body, as she undulated between them.

But that wasn’t to say that Kura was capable of sweet music, too, or that this wasn’t a group effort. As she looked up, she saw the work her partner was doing, as she manipulated Bubbles’ breasts with expert ease, making the mounds dance and worshipping them with an eager tongue. Such energy had to be rewarded.

”Here,” Mariah took a long lick of Bubbles’ nectar, lathered her lips with it, and slid forward, puckering for a kiss. ”A taste.”

Kura had been pleasantly surprised on either Mariah's forethought, our her bold choice to go commando. She hadn't paid much much to steal a glance under her skirt in their brief encounter earlier. Her fingertip sliding over her unprotected sex had be a worthy temptation. She would have her fill in time, for now she ground her knuckle into the blond with a devilish smirk before they had parted ways. She couldn't wait to get her hands all over the woman.

Tonight had been something of a gift which kept giving. having the Virgin Killer in the ring had been a treat, having her wife as well throughout? A wholly unexpected experience she would no doubt hope to repeat someday. Solid competition, gorgeous women, and exquisite sex. What more could she ask for in all fairness?  She had been sure to curve her hand up and under Mariah's skirt when her palm clapped her behind firmly, knowing she had no layers to cushion the blow only made it that much more satisfying.

Each muffled sound from Bubbles within her breasts would be met with a loving grinding of her body down to the woman's face, twisting ever so slightly to roll her breasts up along Bubbles' face. While the sensation of her breast roaming over Bubbles screaming features was enjoyable, it was the simple act of keeping the woman trapped beneath her that make her smile the most. She wasn't actively attempting to steal the woman's air, the smother was more an act of control than it was a means in which to incapacitate the giantess.She made a game of rubbing her nipples up against her face before shifting herself atop Bubbles to deprive her from any attempt to capture one within her lips.

Mariah was doing well, obviously not holding back on behalf of her wife's chances for the match. There was something so sickly satisfying about making use of her in this way. A tool of her significant other's demise. There was no real escape from Bubbles bond as she was, held in place by both women skillfully taking her for everything she had to offer. Her lips tenderly worked themselves along the outside of Bubbles nipples, being such a horrible tease to deprive her of the real meat of what she could do to her.

As the blond called to her, golden eyes drifted up along her captured foe's body as she playfully nipped at one of her stiffened nubs. She cooed softly, dragging herself up along Bubbles as she slowly crawled up along her body as if a predatory animal climbing her as if she were simple a rock. Spreading her legs, she settled herself down just between her abdomen and chest, idly rolling her hips as she rubbed herself along Bubbles body.

"How gracious." Kura tilted her head to meet Mariah half way, pushing herself up into the woman's lips. She lifted a hand to slip behind the woman to cradle the back of her head, not just stopping at a taste. While her lips never left Mariah's she took her fair share of soft, gentle kisses. In the moment, she was an ally, not a target of subjugation. A delicate and rare flower that should be treated as such.

As she withdrew she nipped at the woman's lips with a playful smirk. Her hands sough out Bubbles thighs, palms firmly working their way up to her knees before she dragged her nails back down along the inside. She walked two fingers down between Bubbles legs, placed on either side she pressed down, opening the woman up before her. Her eyes never left Mariah as she leaned in and began to take long slow laps of her tongue along the woman's clit. She had positioned her head at a slight angle, enough that they could perhaps share the woman together.

Bubbles Burst was being devoured by her Kura and her wife. Her body was an open buffet for them to pick apart at will. Kura, with her scrumptious breasts and tricky tongue. Teasing her flesh, bringing her to the breaking point, but cruelly keeping her on the edge. Mariah, using her expert skill to play with her folds, teasing her sex, making her body dance with uncontrollable spasms.

It was an amorous assault that no woman could ever hope to survive, erotic torture that would’ve had her screaming for relief if her face wasn’t full of tits, and she absolutely loved it.

She couldn’t see what was going on above her, but frankly, she didn’t need or want to. This was, perhaps the first time in a long while that she’d been able to experience a taste of her own medicine, and she wasn’t going to shy away - oh, no she was embracing it. As she screamed in Kura’s breasts, she worshipped her with licks and kiss, reveling in her flesh, trying in vain to catch one of those elusive nipples. That was something that she had to give her captress credit for - Bubbles tended to do her best work when she tapped into the savage underbelly of her brain, but Kura had a mind for the more thoughtful approach. Not her way, but she could respect the technique.

As Mariah and Kura moved across her body and met in the middle, it only took a modicum of imagination to picture what they were doing, which somehow made it even sweet than seeing it firsthand. She could picture their lips meeting, fathom the taste of her juices being shared between them.

As hot as it was, though, she desperately wanted her wife to get back to work at her snatch. She was so hungry for the orgasm now, starving, knowing it was close. Her entire body was straining in anticipation, and thankfully, it didn’t have to wait long.

One of them could’ve brought Bubbles to the brink in a minute after the coldest shower. Together, their efforts produced simultaneous results.

The Virgin Killer let out a rumbling, inhuman moan, something that would’ve been more acceptable coming from the maw of a wolf than any human, as an orgasm tore through her like lightning. She climaxed in geyser spurt, one after the other shooting high and showing her wife and Kura if they stayed in range, each one taking more energy from her body, until she finally came to her blissful rest.

The large woman was prepped and ready, nearly nothing more had  been needed. Still, she enjoyed Bubbles for everything she was with  each long lick, savoring her for now to carry into their next encounter. As the woman buckled beneath her she leaned back slightly away from.the spray.

Tongue replaced by a playful finger which lightly stroked the woman as she lost herself completely. She circled her hips, heavily bringing her own sex against the woman's midsection to feel every jolt the woman experienced with a devilish smile.

Kura wasn't about to interrupt the show, preferring for the world to see Bubbles erupt as she did. Once she had finally settled down, she reluctantly left her humping post of a woman, throwing one leg over to dismount. She smirked down at Bubbles, playfully poking at her chin with a big toe. "If you'll excuse me, I have a date with your wife."

Her tongue slipped from her mouth, gliding over her lips. She turned, placing a hand one one of Bubbles' knees while the other extended to Mariah. She would lead them away from the newly made mess on the canvas a short distance away, reality in sight of Bubbles'.

While the supposed reasoning behind them was to give the large woman time to recover, she was going to do her best to keep the woman wanting more by watching her make sweet love to her woman.

System overload. Temporary shutdown. Restarting…

It was hard to be sure, but Bubbles was fairly certain she blacked out somewhere during that orgasm. That was a new experience - a pleasure so sublime, so unreal, that even someone with extensive experience in carnal encounters such as herself wasn’t able to take it all in without being overwhelmed. She vaguely recalled something pressing up against her face - a finger or a toe, couldn’t tell which - and hearing Kura’s haunting voice nearby, sounding like a whisper despite all the noise surrounding them.

Something about her wife, and- ”Oh.”

Bubbles looked over in time to see her wife being lead away by Kura, for what would surely be a more personal affair. That was definitely not something she wanted to miss, but she wasn’t in the best position to view. Not yet.

Summoning her rising strength, she worked away on the knots that bound her, wiggling this way and that, searching for every little bit of give and playing it to her advantage. It took longer than she would’ve like, but with some persistance, she was able to squeeze her big hands out and flop out on the mat.

Bubbles was still weak, needing a few moment to reach her peek after such an earth-shattering orgasm. But she could watch this. She could enjoy the moment. If for no other reason to boost her own libido and recharge from the heavy draining she’d just ‘suffered’.

Kura turned as she lead Mariah away. Taking the time to really admire the woman's body bathed in the red glow from overhead. She kept coming back to the thought of how lucky these two were. Not only to have an active partner who were so passionate when it came to sex, but to have someone so open and free to confide in.

She didn't really know what it was like to truly love a partner, just make love to one. For now in her young life, the carnal pleasures in life were enough for her. Would they always sustain her though? Or would this in time before old and tiresome without something of more substance. These deep thoughts could wait, for not she has another attractive woman to fill her current desires.

She didn't need to worry about Bubbles. This was just Mariah and her now. She could take things slow and enjoy her thoroughly. She had become so much more alluring to Kura because she wasn't meant to be here. Forbidden fruit, meant to be admired from afar, out of ones grasp. Now? She could take a bite from her, sample all the wonderous flavors and textures.

Her hands slipped around Mariah, slowly working down her skirt to let gravity take it to the floor. It had no use here anymore. Her palms slipped over the woman's cheeks, firmly rooted as she drew the woman in to closely press their bodies together. Her body was warm and luxurious when compressed up against Mariah. They shimmered together, body slicked just right to allow them to glide up along one another with minimal resistance.

"You've become one of the most effective foreign objects in all of wrestling... How does that make you feel?" Kura gave the woman time to think, time to speak, but didn't wait on her. Her fingers gently taking in the woman's backside light squeezes as she lowered her head to tenderly place her lips down along the peak of Mariah's breasts, working her wait slowly towards her collar leaving a trail as she went.

Bubbles was always amazed how quiet an audience could get during a hentai match versus the way they could be so rowdy when a regular one was on. It was like night and day - any other time, they’d be chanting, jumping out their seat, making catcalls, et cetera. But, as Kura and Mariah sensually strode across the ring, a hushed tone fell over them, an eerie calm, save for the soft hum of a thousand muttering lips. They didn’t want to ruin the mood, it seemed. Bubbles could appreciate that.

So, as she worked the sash off and freed herself, she decided against the wrestling instinct that called for her to attack her distracted opponent, let her inclinations as a wife, a lover, and a hedonist to take over. She rolled over to her back and crab-walked away from the center of the ring, giving the two all the space they could ever need to go at it.

Mariah saw her over Kura’s shoulder, but gave her no more than a quick wink and a smile before she went to focus on what was important: the beauty in front of her, currently undoing her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She kicked it away only a scant second after it hit the floor, not wanting any distractions.

Kura pulled her in, pressed their naked bodies together, and Mariah gasped at the contact, a sharp noise that might’ve fooled someone into thinking this was her first time. Far from it, but she couldn’t recall pressing against a body quite like this. Bubbles’ was tough, unyielding, strong - good to rub against, but not like this flesh. When Kura touched her, it felt like she could almost melt into the ninja. Her flesh was welcoming, soothing to the touch. Impossibly soft.

It made her weak in the knees, which was why she started to step backwards, wanting the support of the corner for their miniature makeout session. As Kura worked her backside, Mariah’s inquisitive fingers explored her back, massaging the tender flesh and pulling them even tighter, treasuring every inch of contact. ”I’ve been called worse things.” She closed her eyes when her back finally found the turnbuckle and surrendered all control to her wife’s opponent.