Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Kura drew back off the ropes, letting her breasts bounce down off the cables satisfyingly. Her fingers tightened around the ropes as she prepared. She expected a lot of things. A kick wasn't one of them, save for maybe a big boot. A standard for someone Bubbles’ size.

She pulled herself back, lowering down. She made herself a small target as she prepared to springboard at the very last minute. Something was wrong however, the big woman had closed in faster than expected. Her features tightened, seemingly understanding what was about to happen when Bubbles leg came out at a level with her, and not higher up.

The sweeping leg passed through the ropes, catching her just under the arm. The force ripped her from her grip, the cable snapping violently back up no longer tugged away from her lean. Kura herself flew sideways, bouncing off the apron once before spilling to the outside of the ring with a graceless clatter.

She hit the thin mats outside the ring hard, rolling a bit more on impact until eventually stopping face up between the ring and barricade in a daze. A few people leaned over the divide to get a better look and snap a few pictures as she stared up in shock, chest heaving as she blinked away confusion over what had just happened.

Mariah was still a bit sluggish, but she was managing to regain some of her higher faculties after Kura’s wild fucking. She could stand straight. Walk, so long as she put a little thought into where her feet went. With the apron to support her, she was good enough to move about.

A good thing, too, because as it turned out, she needed to move in the next moment, when Kura came flying towards her. ”Oh, god!”

She leaped out of the way - barely - when Kura came careening towards her, tumbling hard out of the ring and onto the floor, moving so fast than she nearly undid her skirt in the process.

The ninja had taken a nasty fall, crashing hard on her back, and Mariah’s first instinct was to help her out - it was hard to be objective with a woman who’d just brought her to one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life. But when she looked up and saw Bubbles making her way through the ropes, she knew better than to get in the way of this. Her wife had plans.

”Excuse me, babe.” She threw a quick wave to Mariah, before bending down to take care of the task at hand. ”Let’s get you back inside, shall we?”

One hand went Kura’s throat, wrapped around tight. The other went between her legs, clutching her butt tight from beneath. From there, Bubbles lifted her opponent up in one smooth, steady motion, bringing her higher and higher, until she’d raised the smaller woman up in a full Gorilla Press, holding her to the sky like she was a tribute to some dark god. She held that pose for a moment, too, letting the audience drink it in, before she dipped down and jumped up, tossing Kura over the top rope and back into the ring with a mighty throw.

Kura’s eyes lazily drifted to the gawking fans over the barricade, mustering up enough energy to pucker her lips, giving them a small kiss pointed in their direction. She turned her head with a soft groaned as she tucked in her forearms to start propping herself up. She had only just begun to rise when Bubbles came to loom over her. Kura stared up at the giantess, a grim realization was worn openly on her expression. Her eyes twitched as the larger woman's fingers wrapped tightly around her throat, her own hands coming up to clutch at her wrist and forearm. "Errgh-" Her groan was choked out from audible existence.

Bubbles other hand wasn't nearly as terrible. Her firm palm cupped around her backside. The two together made and interesting mix, one that may have caused her to pause even while fully capable to defend herself. As she was now, she was hoisted up into the air, paraded in front of the crowd well over Bubbles' head. Not only a show of the woman's strength, but she couldn't help but enjoy it. It wasn't often she was tossed around with ease, especially not from someone she had already submitted twice... which didn't at all count the woman being brought to climax. While she could fight and kick, possibly escape if she were enough of an annoyance, she went along for the ride. Playing her role as the defeated prey being offered up on high.

There were far worse places for her to be thrown. To the actual floor among them. Had she protested to hard or long to delay the larger woman's plans. She had no doubt the Virgin Killer wouldn't have thought twice about slamming her down on the outside. She was flung alarmingly ease over the top rope, dropping back into the ring with a heavy thud. her body rolled as if tumbling from a moving vehicle before she finally came to a stop face down. outstretched arms slowly drew inward, palms pressed to the mat as she shakily pushing her upper body up. One eye closed shut, she peered back where she assumed she came from, trying to keep track of Bubbles as she tried to rise back up coughing softly as she cleared her previously gripped throat.

The crowd gave a round of applause at Bubbles’ feat of strength, but it wasn’t really as impressive as they might have been lead to believe right off the bat. Kura was far from being a heavy woman, and Bubbles had little trouble getting her up. She’d thrown up heavier, much heavier.

”And there we go.” Bubbles dusted off her hands and threw a knowing wink to her wife. She could sense her concern, but she would put it at ease”Don’t worry,” She gave Mariah a thumbs up with one hand and started to pull her way into the ring with the other. ”I won’t break her too bad.”

She took a moment to flex, pump the biceps, then she came sliding in beside Kura’s fallen form. She didn’t rise up, but stayed on her hands and knees. She didn’t need to stand. Not yet.

”Hey, there.” She moved over to Kura as she tried to rise and slid over the ninja’s body, pressing down on her from above, using her full form to drape over her like a blanket. Bubbles didn’t press Kura down because she didn’t need to. All she had to do and was used her natural weight.

”You’re about to go for a ride.” She brought her lips near Kura’s ear and whispered soothing words into them. ”Let me know when you’re ready to get off.”

Kura wasn't going anywhere. Not that she didn't want to. The toss into the ring had been nothing really, the tumble to the outside though was debilitating. She wasn't in very good shape to make for a quick recovery, one that would free her from being sent to the mat again however. She instead chose to hide her time, watching Bubbles showboat on the outside with a snicker.

She had wished for a bit more when hoisted into the air, wanted the giant to do something fun, creative. Admittedly she wanted the woman right now badly, driven on by making a plaything from her wife left her with no real release. Every thought that spiraled around her mind seemed to involve some way to be taken by the brute or to have a communal moment together. She wasn't her most cunning while in heat, not against a for she couldn't just pounce and overpower.

As Bubbles slipped into the ring, she was aware enough of the woman climbing over her to at least roll onto her back. If the woman had pressed down from her backside she would have been. Defenseless… not that it didn't seem like an alluring prospect. Instead she presented her chest to the woman before her weight settled down. Her legs slipped to either side, carefully positioned to provide her some form of leverage when the time came she would need it.

She found herself intrigued by the proposition set before her. There were quite a few things the woman could do to her like this, but what really beyond the norm? A well placed finger? A powerful grapevine? Another attempt to smother her? The naughty ninja's curiosity was quite visible, along side that gentle twinkle of longing betraying he want for what was in store.

“Worth the wait I hope…” She tucked her legs up, coiling them up around Bubbles’ waist. An obvious threat, but one not yet realized as they hadn’t been tightened to the point of pain. They still remained though, for her own personal pleasure of wrapping her legs around the woman's firm unyielding body as well as her possible protection if she wasn't impressed enough with what was to come.

Bubbles was a lover of many things. Most of those things involved the female body, but a challenge - a real challenge - was one of the few that didn’t. Not necessarily, anyway.

So, when Kura spoke up and said that her next move needed to be worth the wait? That was the worst thing she could do. Or the best. A matter of perspective.

Bubbles moved over her fallen foe with a lewd smile, though she was slightly - ever so slightly - disappointed behind her big, blue eyes. Her original plan had been to wrap her arm around Kura and lift her up with a deadlift German Suplex, something that would sent her flying across the ring. Damaging. Fun. A true show of force. And who knew? There might still be some time for that. But first she had to deal with the svelte legs wrapping around her waist, the ones that could clamp tight like a steel vise at any given second.

Luckily, she wasn’t out of ideas.

She wrapped her arms around Kura’s back and pulled her close, bringing their lips together for another steaming kiss. Breasts mashed against each other as their chests jockeyed for position. A simple embrace. Enjoyable, but nothing special given what had transpired so far.

But pleasure was a secondary consideration, here. Bubbles’ main goal was to keep Kura close, give her no escape as she planted her feet on the floor and started to rise, standing and bringing her up along with her. She could clamp down with those thighs of hers, but they wouldn’t stop what was coming next. If anything, they’d help.

Without breaking away from the kiss, Bubbles clutched Kura tight and ran forward at full steam, looking to slam her spine hard into the turnbuckle at full tilt.

A simple embrace seemed to suit her fine. Far more easy to please in her current state than her words may have let on. Her back arched as Bubbles reached around her, making the squeeze between bodies and canvas that much easier. Her arms slipped up around the woman's neck as they kissed, her own lips driving themselves forcefully on her captor. True to her word however, her warm powerful thighs had begun to constrict the larger woman even before she lifted Kura off the mat.

Where they were going and how they were getting there didn't seem to matter much to her. As she was brought off the mat it only made it easier for her to rub herself up against the woman's midsection as she hungrily locked lips with Bubbles. Each second she wasn't given anything more than the touch of their mushroomed breasts or this wild kiss, she allowed her legs to close in tighter and tighter.

She didn't move, didn't do anything further, perhaps didn't even know to try. Bubbles slammed her into the corner their lips parted as her body was bent back over the top turnbuckle from the impact, wide eyed and gasping. Her legs held still, though they lost almost all of their bite.  Her golden eyes snapped back to Bubbles as she struggled to breath let alone speak. Her hands weakly clapping at the woman's shoulder as she drew in ragged lungfuls of air, or as much as she could manage.

The giant's height and weight advantage had long since run its course in her mind. How many times had she just fallen over on top of her, or rammed her into things.  She swore when she got free, and could actually mount an offense, she was going to take all those things away all her tools little by little. There wouldn't be another submission. Oh no. She was going to bypass the whole punishment stipulation completely.

As it turned out, Kura made a decent battering ram. Who knew?

Bubbles rammed her hard against the turnbuckle, throwing her entire weight behind the maneuver, and while she didn’t exactly take the hit well, she took it better than most. That was to say, she was still conscious and seemingly able to form coherent thoughts. Could still wrap her legs around her, albeit weakly. Bubbles had some thoughts on changing that, though.

”Not had enough yet, huh?” She stared into Kura’s eyes with a manic gaze, letting her hunger take control. ”A little more, then.”

She kept Kura pressed against the turnbuckle, leaning against her and keeping her wrapped tight, but that wasn’t meant for damage. She did that just to keep her foe in place, ensuring there wouldn’t be any trick counters or last minute escapes. Her body was a prison of flesh, locking her fulsome foe in place from the neck down, with the added bonus of giving her a nice thigh to hump against.

But that wasn’t where the business was. No, that was above, as Bubbles turned her head sideway, moved her lips close to Kura’s, started in for another kiss…

...only to draw away and jerk forward hard, slamming their skulls together with a hateful headbutt. And another. And another after that. Maybe not the most economical of moves, but she was willing to bet it would hurt Kura’s smaller noggin a lot more than it hurt her own.

Kura couldn't stop Bubbles from pinning her in against the corner. Not while she was still reeling. This had been another lost cause as she was packed into another tight space under the weight and body of the Virgin Killer. She was wracked with pain as she tried to mitigate the damage reaching her brain by focusing her thoughts elsewhere. When her captor leaned in for a kiss, she didn't humor her this time. If she wanted it, she would need to take it. She wasn't sure if Bubbles had been eggs on to do what she did next by her defiance of if the kiss had been a ploy...

With nowhere to move to, Bubble's skull impacted her forehead and shattered her thoughts, scattering them into the wind. Then another... and another. The first had been more than enough to find her legs slipping away as she remained upright only because of Bubbles' body keeping her there. The woman's skull might as wall have been a baseball bat drilling her into near unconsciousness. Her lids fluttered, eyes briefly rolling back into her head. The third one was more than the charm, it was a coffin nail.

She didn't seem like she was trying anything fishy now. It was a wonder she still seemed coherent. Her head drooped as she went silent for a moment. When her head finally raised she looked in a heavy daze, eyes jumping over her features. She couldn't move, she couldn't fight... Though, as her lone act of defiance, the moment Bubbles tried to say something smarmy, she'd spit right into her mouth. Guess she did have some tricks left. Just not good ones.

The headbutts were far from pleasant for Bubbles, as she predicted. Kura’s skull was one of the few places on her body that wasn’t soft, and she threw her forehead into with fierce force, holding nothing back. The first one went well enough, but the second and third left her seeing stars, and her legs were just beginning to get wobbly. One more, and there might well have been blood.

But it didn’t need to come to that. Kura was looking sufficiently stupefied after the third hit, which meant that Bubbles was all good to move on to phase 2. After a few words from the sponsor, of course. ”I’ll take that as a ‘no’. So now we can-”

Her words were interrupted by a ball of spit, shot straight down her throat. Those close enough in the audience made a few noises, disgusted by it for reasons Bubbles couldn’t fathom. She and Kura had kissed so much, half of the spit in their mouths probably belonged to their opponent, anyway.

”Mmm.” She giggled tasty. ”Tasty.”

That was the final word she said before she took a step away from the turnbuckle, arched her back and sent Kura flying towards the center of the ring with the catch-and-release version of the belly-to-belly suplex.