Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

It would have been rather simple for Bubbles to attack her from behind. Her actual opponent couldn't have been further from her mind at the moment. Right now, her mind and all her attentions were being poured down over Mariah. She met the woman step by step not giving an inch of their embrace up as they made their way to the corner. She chuckled softly as the woman's wobbly unsteady steps, serving to only urge her kisses on to become deeper as they worked up along her exposed neck. As they bumped lightly unto the turnbuckles she pressed herself up against the blond's voluptuous body with a long rumbling purr injected directly into her neck through her attentive lips suckling at her delicate skin.

Her palms gave one last playful squeeze before slipping away, gliding up along the woman's hips to roam up and down along her smooth sides. "Worse? I can't imagine why." Kura raised her head slowly, trailing her tongue up along Mariah's neck unto she reached her cheek, resuming her conquest of kisses along her visage until she came upon the blonds lips. Her gold eyes settled on Mariah's as she stared into her, sucking in her own lips quietly to wet them.

Her impassioned breath warm over the girl she had against the ropes. She hummed softly as their lips met, soft at first, tender kisses as she played with the woman's lips. She enjoyed the small fleeting contacts, though the longer they met like this the more sensuous they became until eventually they refused to part at all and the two were made to share the air between them as she hungrily merged herself with Mariah.

Her leg slowly pushed itself up against the woman's thighs, working her legs apart enough to snugly bump her own thigh up against the woman's exposed sex. Kura moaned softly int their warm embrace, taking long slow grinds up against the blond. Initially she had just nestled their breasts together, but the longer they remained intertwined, the more she was able to position them until finally she was able to brush their perked nipples against one another each time their bodies spread up against one another. Her leg shifted to give the woman extra attention, enjoying the wet heat that seem to emanate between her legs. Every reaction she elicited from the woman only aroused her further, making all her efforts gradually swell.

She separated their lips with a soft pop, tauntingly brushing the both of them together once more by denying a further kiss. She lingered like this for a long while as she their bodies ground up against one another. She was watching her again, invested in ease nuanced facial expression the woman made. Her head slowly lowered back to the woman's neck, wrapping her lips down over her neck to nibble and suckle at the woman. Her leg slowly slipped away as well as she stepped back, slowly leading Mariah from the corner intent to lower to to the mat under a blanket of affections.

Bubbles wasn’t watching this spectacle alone, either. As she made her way to the opposite corner and enjoyed the best seat in the house, the referee came over and leaned on the ropes nearby. While this wasn’t technically in the match description, she wasn’t about to put the audience into a riot by breaking these two up. This was a spectacle that everyone wanted to see, clearly. Herself included, if the way she was squirming in those pants was any indication.

She was a cute thing. Young. Long brown hair. Blushing so hard that Bubbles could see her face in the dark. ”You’re, ah…” She fidgeted, nervously sputtering as she looked down. ”You’re a lucky woman.”

”Yes.” Bubbles nodded and chuckled when one of her wife’s moans made it over to them. ”Yes, I am.”

Mariah was feeling quite lucky herself at the moment. Kura’s tender touches were dragging her into a pure euphoria, engulfing her in bliss. ”Kura-” She started to speak, before a kiss interrupted her. ”I-” Another kiss, cut her off. ”You’re so-” Once more, and she wasn’t fight to get her lips free. Talking wasn’t as important as kissing. Whatever she had to say, it could wai while those tasty lips did their business, and that leg began to slip between her thighs…

This woman was a master at being aggressive and gentle at the same time. She was thrusting now, pushing against her, and Mariah was trying to keep up, doing the best that a non-hentai wrestler could hope for, but her efforts were in vain. That leg pressed against her sex and took all the energy away from. The kiss robbed her off oxygen. Her brain was inundated with sensations, like it was experiencing overload and trying hard to keep up, but that was a fool’s errand. Right now, she was Kura’s toy, her plaything, a piece of meat to be manipulated, and she was loving every second of it.

Down they went. It could’ve been a rough, sloppy fall, but Kura lowered Mariah like a gentle baby, delicately placing her to the mat and moving on top of her. Mariah arched her back, thrusting into her newly found mistress as she worked away at her neck. She could feel her own orgasm coming on now, and her hands made their way into Kura’s hair, gripping her tight as she reached the edge. ”So close, I’m-”

In stark contrast to the rough and fast paced style she had been using with Bubbles, Mariah had given given the royal treatment. Handled as delicately as a beautiful woman such as herself should be. It was however a symbiotic relationship. Kura's own pleasure was derived solely on how much her current partner was enjoying herself. From the way Mariah melted under her every touch, it wasn't hard to tell the two of them were doing well in this temporary union.

Her arms wrapped themselves around Mariah, cradling her down to the mat as if they were dance partners. She never once allowed the woman to be pulled from her slow steady pace towards their ultimate end, letting nothing distract from her dominating hold over the woman she was puppeteering. As she laid them down upon the mat, she draped herself partially over the blond woman, coaxing her legs apart with her thigh.

"Be strong for me... Just a little while longer." Her honeyed words are so compelling as little more than a soft suggestive whisper. They seemed to hold the commanding power of something far greater from some larger than herself. Her fingertips playfully dances down along Mariah's body, lingering to circle and teach anyplace which seemed to rouse a reaction from her prey. She would prolong her soft kisses and gentle touches, teasing at the gates of her sex, bringing her to her absolute peak.

Only then would she proceed, sliding two fingers down within her, a thumb followed to glide down over the girl's sensitive firm, claiming it with a firm press as if it was a literal button for the woman's pleasure. Her thumb massaged it's new home while her other fingers twisted and curled within her, working themselves in and out while claiming ever bit of her.

Kura craned her neck, lips wrapping themselves around Mariah's earlobe to draw it in. She nibble and suckled on it, occasionally stopping to pant heatedly into the woman's ear. She would finally whisper, giving Mariah permission to give herself in, a simple word. "Submit." She smirked softly, returning to nibbling at the woman's ear. Her buttery words had become the rule of law, there was no resisting.

Mariah was going to climax.

Obvious? Yes. It was a certainty at this point. She had to. She was on her back, in the throes of passion, as Kura worked her magic. And it was magic, she was convinced. Even with her experiences, she was getting swept away in the maddening sensations. She felt like a puppet - when Kura wanted her down, her body complied. When she pulled her legs apart, there was no resistance, no fight. It was like her body moved on instinct, knowing that Kura’s touch meant pleasure and that aiding her would only bring that pleasure in a faster fashion.

The woman was an expert at building tension. Mariah was on the edge to start, and Kura kept her there with her creeping fingers, working her way lower and lower. Her body jumped and jerked, moving with every little touch, more and more the further she went. All the way until Kura reached the final destination and claimed her prize: Mariah’s precious pearl.

Her mouth opened for a gasp, but it caught in her throat when Kura’s fingers ventured into her sex. Despite the invasion, she couldn’t find the release, like she was waiting for a key to turn and let her loose…

That key was Kura’s whisper. One word, one simple syllable. It ticked the fine hairs of her ear, sent a shuddering cascade down her body, created a chain reaction that had only one real result: release.

It was like a switch was turned on in Mariah’s brain, one that released all inhibitions and let her juices flowed. Her scream was a long one, hoarse and loud, the kind that Bubbles had only heard in their bedroom after some of the wildest nights, and it seemed to echo through the arena. A spurt came from her pussy, then another, then a slow dribbling, create a small pool between her legs.

She laid there, spent and drained, breathing heavy as Bubbles approached from behind with a nice, slow clap and a wide smile.

Kura had captured Mariah's earlobe between her teeth, lightly teasing the sensitive little bit of her when the blond beauty finally gave out beneath her. She feigned surprise, slowly slipping away from her ear to press their lips together once more. She took in her scream, claiming even that as she purred down into her labored cry.

Her fingers remained, but slow and gentle. She carried Mariah through each spasm with a soft rub and pulse, getting every ounce out of her she could manage to squeeze. The moment before and during were always her favorite. The tension, the sudden realization, then the final release.

Mariah was a gorgeous woman, her company while a fleeting pleasure had been a remarkably entertaining experience. Her supple body, her warm embrace, even as the submissive her kisses were a thing of beauty. She had drawn out the experience as long as she possibly could, for good reason. She would have to return to the real game now.

Kura quietly soothed Mariah as she finally went limp upon the mat, finally releasing her from their final kiss. Her ears perked at the clapping, glancing up at the looking Bubbles. Her actual opponent. It was so sad to leave the blond, but she had to. She did however steal one small kiss upon the top of the woman’s breast. “You are a lovely woman.”

As she rose to face Bubbles she didn't look half as surprised as she had been. Kura hadn't seen or heard Bubbles free herself. In her defense, she had a far more enticing distraction at her fingertips, so it was understandable.

Without leaving Bubbles gaze she raised her fingers to her lips, slowly lapping them clean with her tongue. She did however graciously save her thumb, holding it out to Bubbles to have a taste of her wife if she so wanted. She wore a rather innocent smirk on her face at the gesture, clearly all in good fun since Bubbles didn't seem to mind the conquest of her wife.

Bubbles had only had about two minutes to recover - Kura was an efficient lover - but even that time was more than enough to work some magic. Her orgasm had done an amazing job of soothing her system, giving her a boost in clarity. She felt calmer. Refreshed. Better. While she realized that this wasn’t going to last with a naked and naughty Kura heading her way, it was an advantage. A small one. But she’d take what she could get.

Kura was good. Kura was talented. Kura had made her tap out in record time, even if it was mostly because of a tactical decision. If Bubbles wanted to get her back on the floor and dominate her again - and she did, desperately - she was going to need to do something she didn’t do too often with these hentai matches: Think Strategize. Predict.

As Kura closed in, she threw a quick glance towards her wife, making sure she was okay, and saw Mariah lazily rolling her way out of the ring, only to flop to the floor in a sex-stunned daze. She would be fine, but it was safe to say that her escapades in this match were over. She was utterly spent.

She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took in Kura’s thumb, sucking it clean with a rounding lick. Sweet and tangy, with a slight and mysterious hint of cinnamon. ”Mmm.” She smacked her lips and stepped back. ”That’s vintage Mariah. I’m guessing you liked the taste?”

Kura dragged her thumb down Bubbles’ lower lip once it was free with a smirk. “I preferred the full body experience that accompanied it more than taste alone. Though, I think I might have overindulged.” The naughty ninja glanced back as Mariah rolled from the ring to the outside, vanishing from sight. She could only say how jealous she was of the giant so many times in one night before it ceased to mean anything. Kura sighed softly in remembrance, only partially in jest before her golden eyes shifted back to Bubbles.

“I suppose you’re on your own now though… are you woman enough to actually finish me though?” She looked ready to pounce. While Bubbles had time to cool down Kura was burning red hot from having worked herself up on the blond. It almost looked like she was doing everything within her power to maintain her cool facade.

The hunger was in her eyes. Bubbles was no doubt familiar with the look, a woman in her line of work no doubt received it often within the ring. All it would take was the slightest thing to let her loose on the Virgin Killer. Courtesy had seen her idle as they spoke, the casual nature of their banter subduing her urges. Her eyes wandered the woman looking for anything she could use to justify an attack.

A more cynical side of Bubbles sounded warning bells, as Kura moved into her personal space without any muss or fuss. It was easy to see where the alarm could come from, too. Despite the size difference, this woman was clearly dangerous. For different reasons than a mauler like she was, of course, but dangerous all the same. If she gave her openings, they would be exploited.

And yet, Bubbles had a strange trust for Kura, too. Enough that she saw no problem with closing her eyes as that finger ran down her lip, wanting to reflect on the feel of her touch above all else. She could tell that, when it came to sex, the practice was sacred to this woman, and she wouldn’t sully it by getting a cheap. She was safe. For the moment.

”Woman enough?” She repeated Kura’s question and added a dark chuckle to it. ”I’d say so. But there’s only one way to really know, right?”

Bubbles took a few steps back and moved into her stance, warily watching her fellow sex fiend, circling her closing in. She kept her eyes sharp, looking for openings, trying to anticipate moves. Waiting. Watching. Thinking. Until…


She suddenly burst forward at full speed with her arms open, once again going for a grapple. This time she tried to follow it up fast, by bringing in her arms at the last moment and throwing her full weight towards Kura in a shoulder tackle, a move that would send her flying if it hit.

If.

She found it curious Bubbles closed her eyes when face to face, this close. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. It could be that she understood Kura wasn’t acting aggressively. Still, she may have trailed her thumb down over the woman’s chin, letting it drift down her body. Nothing serious, as much as she wanted it right now. Did Bubbles understand this wait was akin to a slow dull torture?

“So you aren’t surrendering then?” She gave a knowing smirk as she slipped back as well, taking a few steps back until Bubbles had stopped as well. Her tongue slipped over her top lip as she swayed gently in place, shifting her weight from side to side to keep a bit of movement.

As the giantess charged, she dropped a leg back, slipping into her earlier fighting stance. Her fingers balled into fists, the middle knuckle protruding slightly. She stood her ground, waiting as the charging bull closed in. She wouldn’t leap her again, not now, when it was expected. She would have to give it time before attempting that again.

Just as she drew back her own arms, prepared to unleash a volley of crippling strikes along Bubble’s grappling arms to counter whatever hold she was about to try, the woman tucked inward giving her nothing but raw meat and incoming pain.

Kura’s eyes widened as she kicked off the canvas backwards, not enough to avoid the shoulder tackle, but enough to soak some of the momentum by moving with it. The brunt of Bubbles weight still hit her, sending her backwards in a tumble.

Her backwards tumble suddenly changed as she laid herself out, turning it into a horizontal roll, fleeing down under the ropes to the apron. She stopped abruptly on her back, sitting upright as she reached high above to the ropes. Grasping the cable firmly, her back arched as she drew herself upright, giving Bubbles such a look. She had pulled one over on her.

Kura raised a slender finger wagging it side to side as she twisted to face the larger woman. Her palms spread themselves out along the ropes as she leaned in, casually propping her breasts up along their length in one would assume was a taunt for her to come get her.

As the two deviants faced off, Mariah was still trying to regain some semblance of sense on the outside of the ring. She couldn’t remember where she’d left her shoes, too frazelled to think past the last five minutes, but she found her shirt and her bra, so that was a start. Not that there was any real point in going for decency anymore, but it would be to have on at least a few clothes. For warmth, if nothing else.

She slipped into her shirt, popped on her bra, and was on her way to getting back up to her feet, using the ring apron for support. She’d just managed to make it to her feet, when she saw a sight that put a raw chill down her spine - Kura, getting into position again. That position.

Bubbles noticed it, too, remembering well how those strikes shut down her arm like it had an off-switch. In order to deal with them, she could only think of one real strategy: make them a complete non-issue.

Her blow struck Kura hard and sent her hard into the mat, a strike that surely left her loopy. She was able to recover quick, nimble rising far faster than most would, but there was an opening there, all the same. One she had no interest in letting slip away.

Bubbles charged hard towards her foe as she was beckoned, closing the distance with a single, massive stride. She brought her leg around in a wide sweep, looking to hit Kura with a roundhouse kick - it was sloppy, she was no kicker, but it had quite a bit of range and force to make up for what she lacked.