Lorenza Saldano vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Mi Hermana y Yo

It was all coming back to Carmen.

She’d been worried that her time away from the boxing ring would dull things, that she might not be at her best for this match. Sure, she’d trained hard over the couple of weeks beforehand, spending more time with the heavy bag than she did with her family, but that could only do so much. When she fought Lorenza years ago in their rematch, she was still fairly new to wrestling, was still far more of a pugilist than a grappler. Since then, she’d held wrestling titles, been to PPVs, taken on champions, became one of Tension’s top talents. Carmen the Boxer was coming back from a long sleep.

But Lorenza woke her up like no other. The blow she landed in Lorenza’s side was crisp, and she nearly shivered from the impact. She’d hit those ribs so many times before, had felt that specific shock. It was magic, a spell that made her entire body shift modes. She was ready.

But so was Lorenza. Showing that boxing instinct that only came from years of experience, she moved in and killed the second shot in the crib. They were close, skin to skin, eye to eye, almost mouth to mouth, and Carmen could never complain about that. The blow she would up taking flush on the chin was another matter. It came out of nowhere, made her vision flash. Carmen threw out a jab on pure reflex, but it hit nothing but dead air - Lorenza pushed them away, already out of range. Damn it.

Just a single shot, nothing to worry about, not even from Lorenza. Carmen shook it off and moved back after Lorenza a second later, closing the gap with a long stride, tightening her guard on the approach. She threw out a jab towards Lorenza’s chest, then took a quick step the side and went for another hook, targeting the same area she’d struck a second ago. It had to still be tender, and she wanted to see how well Lorenza could block it. If even she didn't the hit at all, it was the sort of thing that would start to make her favor that side, which could mess her up in other ways.

Lorenza took one painful punch into her flank, but she managed to evade the second, recognizing Carmen's combination and doing what she could to break it. She managed to escape from the second punch, letting Carmen's leather fly past her, bringing them together body to body in a way which brought the faintest blush to her cheeks, and then followed up with a hard uppercut that rattled Carmen, gave her a nice little jolt—and then, Lorenza pushed them away, getting sort of lucky as the sudden separation opened a gulf which Carmen's reactionary jab drowned in.

Carmen didn't waste much time in closing the gap. She had been shaken by the hit to her chin, but hardly stunned. Lorenza expected nothing less from her longtime rival, from her beautiful friend. Carmen threw a jab at her chest, which Lorenza brought her gloves down to successfully absorb, feeling her own leather just brush her breasts under the force of the blow. Lorenza would fire a jab of her own in retaliation—but Carmen darted to the side, out of the way of the punch, and as she cocked her fist back and fired Lorenza knew what she was going for.

The Mexican fighter brought her arms down and twisted to try to keep her tender side away from Carmen's glove, but the hook still managed to skid across it, and got a small wince from Lorenza as she felt more pain boiling up right in the center of her flank, in what was becoming a hot spot. She knew what Carmen was trying to do. She'd have to make sure her lover didn't get the chance. For now, she would retreat, taking a couple of steps backwards, waiting and letting Carmen follow her and make the next move...

There was a time - not long ago, even - where Carmen would’ve met the very idea of this match with nothing but scorn and derision, Lorenza or not. She’d purposely avoided hentai for most of her career, and not simply because half of her competition in Tension was of a sex she had no attraction to. She liked sex and she liked fighting, but the idea of mixing them seemed wrong, about as wrong as putting bacon in apple pie or sprinkling a few chocolate drops in spaghetti. Just because two things were great, didn’t mean they would be great together.

But now that she was here, doing it, engaging in it, she could see things that she never imagined before. Strategy that she would’ve never considered in vanilla matches.

For instance, as Lorenza moved away and tried to hold her side, she had to consider if pushing this offense was the best idea. This was not an easy woman to knock down, as so many of her challengers had learned, and even at Carmen’s level, she had doubts if on winning the match that way. If she did too much damage, it might ruin the mood for the hentai part, which would make her job that much harder. There was a needle to thread, here.

In the end, her instincts won out and she pushed her advantage, closing in on Lorenza, knowing too well how dangerous this woman could be with space to work with. Wanting to keep her guessing, she threw an uppercut that would’ve sliced into her rips and went for that tender spot - if Carmen hadn’t pulled it back at the last second to psyche Lorenza out and draw her attention. Instead, she threw out a couple of quick, sharp jabs at her rival’s face, looking to stun her and shake her up.

For a hot second, it seemed like Carmen might back off, and give them both some time to recover in the half a minute or so which still remained in this boxing round. Lorenza only got that sense for that one second, though, because Carmen soon enough bounded in, closing the gap between them with confidence. Lorenza couldn't help but smile a bit at that. Sure, if she took too much more damage she might be compromised physically for the hentai round to come.

But on the other hand, she enjoyed rough loving, and she knew for a fact that Carmen did, too. Taking a few lumps, a few bruises during or just before sex...it could get Lorenza's motor running. At the very least, if it was Carmen she was with, it could get her motor running. So long as she didn't have any broken bones, she would still be plenty turned on for that phase of their fight.

Though there were no guarantees on those bones. Carmen threw an uppercut which Lorenza brought her gloves down to meet—but she noticed a change in Carmen's body language right before impact, and hastily tried to bring her gloves back up. The first jab bounced along the top of her guard, then smacked into her forehead, Lorenza grunting as she wobbled back slightly. The second jab she managed to absorb, and, though her head throbbed once from that first impact, she would aim to give it right back to Carmen while she was still leaning forward, throwing a hard jab forward to try to pop Carmen right in her nose!

”Ha.”

That was all the sound Carmen would make after her jab connected and did its job, a satisfied sound over the progress she was making it. Lorenza wasn’t just called a tigress because of her ferocity, her drive, her energy - that was the bulk of it, true, but she liked to think the blue bomber’s name came from her peerless instincts. Few boxers maintained their cool up close as well as her hermana, and managing to get in good damage like this was a strong sign that she could control the match. This round, at the least.

She confident. Maybe too confident, in hindsight. That confidence was what led her to move in fast, wanting to come in with a hard right hook, wanting to put Lorenza on the mat before she had a chance to get her bearings. She reeled back, tightened her fist, and-

Jab to the face.

It was a solid jab, one that would’ve stunned Carmen regardless, but moving into the blow doubled the force. Now it was her turn to stumble back with her guard up tight, needing a second to recoup. Two seconds, tops, but against a predator like Lorenza, that could be such a long time.

Lorenza's long boxing career allowed her to pick up on those subtle little twitches, like the one Carmen showed right before she threw those jabs. Everyone had those tiny movements which an opponent could pick up on, even top-level contenders like Lorenza and Carmen. Carmen could probably pick up on Lorenza's, too, and of course they were both hyper-sensitive to the way the other boxed following their professional rivalry and their recent personal...entanglement by way of passionate love affair.

Carmen got a little too cocky, though, and Lorenza relished the opportunity to put her in her place with a jab right on her nose, slipping past a glove which was cocking back to throw another punch to smash right into the center of the Puerto Rican woman's beautiful face. Carmen, clearly stunned by the blow, went reeling backward, with a funny look on her face that almost made Lorenza swoon. There was only one thing that Lorenza could say at a moment like this, of course:

"Ha."

Time was running out in this boxing round, and, with her opponent fully on the defensive, it was up to Lorenza to keep the action going, trying to get in the last one or two shots of the fight and send her opponent's head spinning one more time. Lorenza bounded forward, and threw a jab at her foe's face—but she pulled it back at the last second, a feint, as she then tried to duck a bit lower and pound a hard right hook into Carmen's side, instead!

Running away from Lorenza Saldano was rarely, if ever, a good idea. As so many of her fallen opponents had learned, the woman had excellent leg strength, and could close gaps in an instant, driving them in any direction she choose.with no quibbles. She had the two finest thighs in the boxing world, in Carmen’s opinion. She’d spent many a night caressing them, kissing them, loving them. Not just for the look, but for the power she knew they contained, and what her lovely rival could do with them.

She moved away, fighting for clarity, knowing what would be coming her the moment she got it. The smog cleared in time for her to see a jab coming her way, she brought up her guard for it, prepared for a minor impact, and…

Feint. Damn it.

Lorenza’s fist sunk into Carmen’s side and made her innards dance, knocking the wind clean out of Carmen in the process. She brought one arm in front of the other, forming a cross-arm block as she felt her back hit the ropes. Nowhere to go now, nothing to do but wait for the hurricane to pass.

Carmen could hear the audience counting down as she turtled up, ticking away the last few seconds of the opening round. [b]”6...5...4...3…”

Lorenza's ploy worked exactly how she hoped it would. Carmen would almost never fall for it, but she was dizzy like a Tasmanian devil and she was ripe for the picking, and the Mexican beauty would abuse her with relish, that feint dying mere milliseconds after it was fired, or so it might have seemed, before Lorenza's other green-gloved fist rocketed forward from a much lower angle to smash into Carmen's midsection. That, it seemed, broke the beautiful Puerto Rican woman, as she put up her gloves in a desperate bid to protect herself as her back fell against the ropes.

Lorenza had never had Carmen in such a compromising position before, not while they still had gloves on and were outside of the bedroom. She was going to take advantage, even as she noticed those final seconds of the boxing round ticking away. She could still earn that knockdown, earn a point towards her ultimate victory. She dove in, swinging another hook from the opposite side into Carmen's midsection, then firing off a quick left jab at her rival's face, followed by a right uppercut as the last few seconds ticked away. As the count hit one, Lorenza would aim for that uppercut to smash right into Carmen's chin, trying to knock her off her feet at the last possible second!

Three...two...one...!

It was easy to get lost in the way Lorenza moved, even when you were the one she was battering around. As the tigress went to work on her, she found herself getting lost in that wild look in her eyes, the way her hair flew about and her breasts sway. She was always a stunning beauty, the kind that could’ve graced any magazine’s cover, but when she fought she looked like a warrior queen.

Lorenza was hot, Lorenza was gorgeous, Lorenza was turning Carmen’s skull into a speed bag.

She smelled blood in the water and came in for the kill, hammering away on Carmen’s guard. She was able to block the hook with a swift elbow, but that left her guard too open to block the jab, which slapped her hard on the nose. That left her blurry, but no so out of it that she couldn’t see Lorenza’s movements and piece them together. An uppercut was coming, one that would put her flat on the mat, one that she couldn’t afford to take.

With her options limited, she threw herself forward and pulled Lorenza into a tight clench, smothering her uppercut before it could do its damage. Breasts met breasts, thighs slid against each other and jockeyed for position, hips slapped and pushed and bucked together, aided by the thin sheen of sweat they’d developed. She held that all the way until the klaxon sounded and the first round came to a painful end.

And she held it after, too. Carmen spat her mouthguard and brought her lips to Lorenza’s neck, not particularly caring about the one-minute rest period they were supposed to have. They could start the hentai round, get the gloves off in the process. The referee couldn’t disqualify them both. ”God, you’re still a beast.” She brought her tongue to Lorenza’s neck and ran it along the insides. ”I need you, Lorenza. Now, right now.” Her words were drenched in a frenzied lust.

Lorenza was, perhaps, a little frantic trying to score this knockdown. She wanted to take advantage while she had Carmen on her back foot. The Mexican boxer's respect for her lover in the ring had grown so, so much in recent times, after their first rematch ended in Carmen's narrow decision victory and their next fight ended in a draw. Lorenza had once had trouble opening up, and maybe it would still be the case between her and most human beings on this planet.

But not with Carmen. Not with gorgeous, smooth-skinned, tan, buxom, buff Carmen. Lorenza was constantly in awe of her friend, and if she had the advantage, she had to take advantage. If she played games, and wasted opportunities...she likely wouldn't get new ones.

She did what she could, but Carmen thwarted her uppercut by jumping in close and grabbing Lorenza up in a clinch. The Mexican woman gasped as she felt their bodies press together—tits on tits, thighs swapping sweat, belly buttons kissing. When the bell rang, Lorenza didn't hear it. Her heart was thumping too loudly in her ears as she spat out her mouthguard and slid her tongue up the side of Carmen's face, moaning loudly and unabashedly as she felt Carmen kissing her neck. "Fuuuuck, Carmen...I am so wet..." she would hiss. "I need you, too, Carmen. But you...don't need these clothes." Lorenza would grope at Carmen's chest with a glove, find it impossible to get a good hold with her gloves on...but then, not wanting to waste time with the gloves right now, she would just bend down and try to gather up as much fabric of Carmen's top with her teeth, before yanking her head backwards, trying to rip through the material to get to the amazing assets beneath!