Hayasui vs Kura: A Student meets a Master (Hardstyle Hentai)

Haysui's blush darkened as Kura pushed on, only briefly stopping at the body blow. With how she was already running hot at the prospect of a fight, the sudden switch caught her entirely off guard, Hayasui gasping breathlessly as Kura's brushed her hair, only for the ninja to slump against the other girl's chest. Hayasui tried to take a step back, but the embrace Kura had locked around her only meant this pulled the pinkette along with her.

"Wh-wha..." she gasped out as Kura nuzzled against her chest, suddenly helpless before the affections the ninja heaped upon her, Hayasui drawing in heavy breaths as each kiss sent sparks dancing under her skin and down to her core, "A-already...?"

Haysui stumbled back another couple of futile steps, only serving to drag Kura along with her as the ninja worked her way up. In spite of herself, Hayasui flinched for a moment as the first couple kisses along her neck tickled, then found herself letting the first quiet moan slip from her lips as her attempts to cant her head away from the questing lips only exposed more of her neck, the sharp nips quickly smoothed over by the suckling that followed after swirling together into a cocktail of sensations that threatened to leave her light-headed if she let it go on for too long.

Kura muffled a soft moan into the side of Hayasui's neck as she suckled, pleased the girl was responding to her affections. Each long kiss seemed to siphon the will from the other woman, nursing the pink haired woman back to health after suffering those stiff strikes. She stood easier, coiling up against Hayasui. Every attempted step of retreat seemed to only serve to empower her.

“What’s wrong?” She breathed out in a hot whisper as her tongue slipped out along the ridge of Hayasui's ear. Kura was well aware of the effect she was having, she somehow managed to sound so innocent in her inquiry. Her lips captured Hayasui's soft earlobe between them. She tugged slightly, giving a light nibble. Her gentle caresses along the back of the girls head, cradling her as she took in how silky her raven locks were.

Her free hand slipped along the up along the girl's shoulder, deft fingers sliding over the collar of her dress to begin working that portion off. She was pressing her limits, making use of the time she had to explore Hayasui's weaknesses. Her cheek nuzzled up against the girls as she pulled back to look her in the eyes. Golden eyes glowing with a sultry hot gaze that could easily melt most women she encountered. She was so close as she spoke, their lips almost touching.

“Kiss me.” Simple words, so soft yet so commanding. She had a presence that was undeniably siren like in nature, a crippling effect of a succubus as each passing moment their bodies rubbed up against one another. Her lips were lush and waiting for Hayasui to take them in her own. It was an offer Kura could have taken from her at any time, but she gave the dark haired girl the choice, even as she was attempting to slide down her top.

Each passing second only served to pour fuel on that heat burning in the raven-haired girl, Hayasui letting out little gasping moans as Kura went for her ear, the sensation utterly foreign and sending shivers through her as the ninja played around with her. She let out surprised little cries as the pinkette tugged on them, trying to collect herself enough to reply to the seemingly innocent question and finding herself incapable for the moment.

Then she felt the hand sliding up her shoulder and starting to work at the collar of her top. Grey eyes were locked to gold as she stared back at her opponent for the night, barely any distance between them. She was so close that Hayasui could've sworn she felt their lips brush together as she spoke. And the offer was certainly something.

By now, it was quite apparent to Hayasui that Kura could've taken the kiss if she'd wanted to, yet she was asking the raven-haired girl to do it. A moment's hesitation crossed her mind before she figured she might as well go along with it. Just one kiss couldn't hurt, right?

Hesitantly, Hayasui leaned in, crossing the remaining distance and gently pressing her lips to Kura's, unable to help a gasp as she felt the pinkette working at her top, trying to slide it down. The raven-haired girl squirmed a bit against the motion, unsure if she wanted to be bared so soon.

“Mmmm.” Kura's lips pressed to Hayasui's forming a perfect seal, shifting her head ever so slightly to nudge into their embrace. Her fingers along the back of the other girls head gained slightly more purpose as they serves to hold the girl in their sudden lip lock. The pink haired ninja's moans were soft and muffled as she practically devoured her opponent with a passionate kiss for which there seemed to be no real escape.

She pushed her form up against Hayasui, bumping her hip up against the woman's leg, grinding up along her body with slowly rolls of her hip. Nothing else seemed to matter in the moment, the crowds, the match, Friction… it was just the two of them, sharing a beautiful moment of passion.

Her fingers pried, working to slowly work the top of Hayasui's top loose, though it seemed mostly to be an afterthought. Kura was more than happy to simply make out with this woman in the middle of the ring for the moment. After a long breathless time for both women she finally broke their kiss, nipping at Hayasui's lower lip, tugging it lightly.

“You taste so good.” Kura whispered seductively, taking a moment to nuzzle the girl gently, planting kissing usually along her cheek, traveling back to her neck. “Do you want me?” Kura pressed her lips to Hayasui's neck, suckling greedy at her with small love bites. It seemed to be a rather loaded question give the way she was having her way with the girl.

Hayasui felt she might have regretted thinking just one kiss couldn't hurt if not for how it felt. With how Kura practically sealed herself up against the raven-haired girl, Hayasui felt like she was all but melting into the kiss, wanton little moans slipping from her mouth into the pinkette's as she writhed in her opponent's grip.

Then it was over, Hayasui barely realizing Kura's work had borne fruit in loosening her top as she started to lean in for the barest of moments. Of course, that wasn't to say she wasn't done playing with the raven-haired girl yet. Hayasui hadn't thought it possible, but the ninja's question left her feeling a bit hotter under her non-existent collar still, her head canting back a bit as nibbles and small bites left her shivering and moaning in Kura's grasp.

"I, ah...y-yes," Hayasui managed to get out, left gasping for air by the kiss, "B-but...wh-what about...the match?"

Still, as she started to recover from the kiss, Hayasui tried to reciprocate some of Kura's affections, pressing herself into the pinkette's grinding and bringing a hand up to clumsily grope at her chest.

Kura rang her long up along Hayasui's jawline, starting to work her way back down the girls neck with her suckling kisses, leaving small red marks after each one. Her fingers curled around the loosened collar, attempting to effortly begin to peel the garment away to gather at the woman's midsect.

“What match?” She cooed softly, worshipping the raven hair girls breasts with kiss after kiss. Once her foe had begun to succumb and start to grind up against her, those full lips moved back to Hayasui's, stealing the girls breath away with another vampiric kiss of hers. Slowly she nudged forward, taking small steps one after the other, backing Hayasui towards the corner.

Kura moaned, pleased into their kiss as Hayasui slowly began to assert herself. It wasn't enough though, the pink haired woman needed more. She moved a hand down the length of Hayasui's arm, curling her fingers around the top of the girls hand.most would assume she was going to jerk the other woman hand away to defend herself… she of course did not. She helped to guide the girls hand inside of her hi where the other woman had greater excess to explore her cloth wrapped chest. Nothing seemed to hold her back, she w yes more and more, the demand almost overwhelming.

Hayasui shuddered as Kura licked up along her jaw, gasping with each kiss that followed. She barely noticed the ninja peeling her top down at this point, soon finding herself wide open to the pinkette's attentions. Kura was quick to take the opportunity, pulling breathy moans from Hayasui's lips as sparks ran along the soft swells the ninja was being so affectionate with. The raven-haired girl could practically feel that tension coiling tighter in her core as the pinkette slid back up, capturing her lips and quickly leaving her breathless. The martial artist found herself so enraptured that she didn't realize where Kura was moving them until she felt her back pressing up against the turnbuckle, eyes shooting open as she tried to glance back, suddenly brought back to greater awareness of all the sensations and the way her face felt like it was on fire, though the kiss only let her turn so far.

Kura's hand guiding the raven-haired girl's under her gi, however, drew her attention right back, Hayasui marveling at how firm the pinkette's chest felt under the wrappings. She started to try groping a bit more thoroughly, still a bit clumsy about it but trying to make up for it with growing vigor, Hayasui slowly growing bolder in her attempts to give Kura something else to think about as well as she brought her other arm around the ninja's back, trying to pull her closer. Just in case.

Kura understood what she was doing, taking advantage of this poor vulnerable girl. It was so clear that regardless of her experience with the martial arts or in wrestling, she was wholly unprepared to face her or anyone else like her. But that was part of all of it, teaching her how powerless she could be when faced with a craftier adversary. She always found it better to show rather than tell.

She had worked to strip the girl of every advantage, boxing her into the corner, letting Kura remain close to her, even occupying her hands by coaxing her into returning the affections she poured on the young girl. She had allowed herself to be rendered defenseless.

Were Kura a cruel woman, she would have been a frightening for for nearly any within the back. As it stood though, she had very little ambition past seeking carnage pleasures within the AFW.

The pink haired ninja's moaned as she was drawn closer, so close in fact that she sandwiched Hayasui's hand between their breasts firmly as the girl groped, allowing her all the access she desired for the time being. Kura turned ever so slightly, allowing her fingers to roam down the girls body as she slowly wiggled her top down around her waist.

Kura pressed a palm to the girls navel, rubbing her belly gently. She drew in a deep breath through her nose before intensifying her forceful kiss, providing no real escape from between their lips. Her fingers drifted away from the girls midsection, slowly curling into a tight fist.

Without warning, she bucked a shoulder forward, propelling her fist into Hayasui's stomach. The lack of space between them seemed almost negligible with how hard her strike would land, using the power in her shoulders and the speed of her movement to deliver the payload of her punch with just as much force as a full swing.

She wouldn't stop at one though, drawing back her fist to strike the girl over and over, using all the things she had done to maximize the time she had break the other girl down. The whole time she kept their lips locked, sucking any breath from her mouth while he punches worked to empty her lungs of oxygen. With no air, a breathless and winded opponent would be unable to fight back. This had been her aim.

Hayasui didn't even notice the trap being laid, moaning breathlessly into the kiss and shivering as Kura's hand traced their way down. Her eyes widened as the ninja somehow pressed further, the raven-haired girl finding she couldn't even turn to look back anymore.

When the first gut-punch came crashing in, the raven-haired girl's eyes shot wide open as the air was knocked out of her. The second one just reinforced what was happening, but she only managed to tighten her abs before the third, and even that only blunted the force a bit. Suddenly light-headed, Hayasui pulled her hands back from Kura's body, joining them together and trying to shove the pinkette away with a stiff forearm strike, trying to pull away from the kiss and maybe get some air back.

The raven-haired girl cursed her own foolishness, of course this was still a match, this was supposed to be a test after all, and there she'd gone and...hm. Well, it was certainly an effective lesson, that Hayasui couldn't deny.

What Kura lacked in raw strength she made up for in precision and speed. Three quick blows to Hayasui's midsection, the first two sinking so deep they had barely made an audible sound so cushioned from her forceful strikes, the last slapped against the woman's abdomen more in line with the sound of physical conflict. She sucked in the warmth of the other woman's expelled breath, leaving her reeling, gasping for relief.

The pink haired ninja's jolted back when struck, lips parting in a mourningful pop as she said backwards along the mat. Her Gi hang open slightly from their experimentation moments early, presenting her tightly bound chest to the open air. She was smirking, knowingly as she absorbed the look on Hayasui's face and almost instantaneously understanding it.

“Beautiful form.” She called out with a chuckle, her eyes flicking up and down over the other girl to let her in on the fact it wasn't her strike nor her stance she meant, but her freshly exposed body. Kura dragged a hand through her hair, combing a few disturbed stands from their scuffle just far, returning herself to a near pristine state aside from her open top.

Without warning she darted in, arm drawing back with one of those dangerous punches being formed by her fist. Right before she reached Hayasui however she hopped to the side, bounding upwards to catch the sole of her foot on the middle rope. With a practiced ease she sprang from the roles as if it were child's play, coming directly at the martial artist at an angle. Her knee shot up, trying to catch the side of Hayasui's head with a hammering strike to the temple.