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

Trapped between Kura as she was, Hayasui tried to focus herself on resisting however she could. If she couldn't get Kura off her, she'd weather the other woman's assault. But keeping her focus amidst the pleasure the ninja was showering her with was easier said than done, to say the least. Wanton little moans and gasps slipped past her lips as that warmth in her core coiled higher and higher. Even if the pinkette's grinding on her chest was more for Kura's pleasure than it was for Hayasui's, the raven-haired girl still found herself twitching a bit as each brush sent more sparks through her.

Kura's hand had secured its spot between her legs now, sending jolts through her system as she snuck under Hayasui's underwear, stroking her folds directly. The raven-haired girl found it harder to hold the pinkette's gaze as her hips moved seemingly of their own accord, bucking up as much as they could into Kura's touch and only enhancing it.

"You...might be," she shot back, cut off from saying anything more with a heated moan as the ninja's fingers ran over her folds again, Hayasui squirming under her as she tried to hold back anymore, even if it was a futile effort, the tension in her core coiling higher each second.

“Mmm, that's a good girl.” She sounded so pleased with Hayasui as the girl pressed herself up into her hand, rewarding the girl with a slightly firming rub with the ball of her palm. She seemed in no hurry at first, enjoying the slow collapse of the other woman's inhibitions.

The pink haired ninja moaned softly, rolling her hips so she pleased herself against the other woman nipple. She paced herself though, not overdoing things just yet. She had plans and those required her to not allow herself to succumb to her urges just yet. She smirked simply thinking of it all, the thought being interrupted by the moaning girl beneath her.

“You want it so badly and yet you still try to resist.” Kura hummed thoughtfully as her gentle massage of Hayasui's sex slowed to a stop. She traced a finger up and down along the lip of the woman's velvet fold, teasing her with the idea of giving her sweet release for a moment, making her think perhaps she would again deny her.

Not this time though, one then two fingers slipped down inside Hayasui, deftly curling within her to stroke her most sensitive of little nub within. After a few gentle swirls of her fingertips she began to rhythmically push and pull out, pumping her fingers into the women with a delicate touch.

Hayasui tried to resist, she really did, but while her mind was only gradually losing its grip, her body betrayed her much faster. The pinkette's fingers drew wanton sounds from her in spite of her best efforts otherwise, her face turning crimson with embarrassment as she writhed under Kura. Then the ninja started to slow down, frustration suddenly spiking in her core as her eyes widened, part of her wondering if Kura was about to go on the offensive again.

Then she did just that, but not in the way Hayasui had been expecting, instead slipping her fingers in between her folds, deftly finding that nub at their apex, and assaulting it directly. The mere touch sent lightning through her veins as she cried out wantonly, that tension building higher and higher. The fingers pumping in and out of her were almost an afterthought at this point, but they brought her higher all same, hips bucking into her touch.

"Nnn...no, not...so soon," Hayasui managed to get out before biting her lip. It only muffled the wanton cry that followed by a little, the raven-haired girl arching up as much as she could as that tension finally broke, the pleasure breaking through as her thighs clamped down on Kura's hand, lust flowing freely as the orgasm rocked her body. Then it was over, Hayasui relaxing again as she tried desperately to catch her breath, her face feeling like it was on fire the whole time.

Kura rolled her hips, grinding down on to of Hayasui's breast, get a taste of this girl for herself. She didn't go too far, deciding instead to keep her focus. Kura had plans for her own enjoyment later in the match, for now it was all about wearing down the other girl and testing her endurance. She nestled her crotch down on top of the girl, settling in lay into her possible student.

It was easy enough to coax those lovely moans from the girl, each one empowering her efforts and driving her to continue. She loved the dying struggle, especially as it gave way to Hayasui actively thrusting up into her pumping fingers. Was the girl aware she was participating in her own defeat? It didn't matter really past Kura's own enjoyment.

“So soon.” She mused softly, a delighted smirk playing across her lips as the woodlands beneath her tried to fight her even now. That tenseness in her form, she could feel the girl quake each and every time her fingers slipped deeper and deeper within her warm welcoming folds. She rocked back a bit as Hayasui bucked, feeling all that firmness that had built drain in warm gushes over her fingers.

The pink haired ninja gently withdrew part way, stoking the other good gently to peeling her climax while she was most sensitive. Slowly she lifted a leg up and over, climbing off top of the woman to kneel beside her. Slowly she lowered herself down next to her, draping half of her body over top of Hayasui as if the two were lovers. With her free hand she placed a hand on the girls cheek, guiding her to face Kura. She leaned in, seeking to join their lips once more to share another passionate kiss to pressure Hayasui to continue submitting to her whims.

Hayasui writhed under Kura as she dragged the orgasm out, the girl's sensitivity making even the slightest touch feel like gasoline poured into the burning heat of her core, but it wound down all the same. Gasping for breath, the raven-haired girl could feel sensation starting to return to her numbed arm as Kura eased off of her, her eyes following the lithe ninja for a moment before she tried to focus herself again. It was difficult, with all her senses feeling like they'd been turned up to overdrive, making even the slight breeze drifting over her sweat-slicked skin feel like a chill stabbing in just under the skin. She managed, however, soon finding Kura next to her, leaning down and turning the martial artist's head to the side to meet hers.

"A-again?" the raven-haired girl managed to get out breathily, her breathing slowing as she managed to recover a little.

Hayasui knew full well if she just sat there and let the kiss happen, she might not be able to fight back when the next opportunity presented itself. She had to take this opportunity while she could. With only a slight twitch of her formerly numbed fingers to be sure they would work well enough for what she was about to try, Hayasui exploded into motion, gritting her teeth against muscles that twinged with their earlier exertion as she brought her palms together, trying to box Kura's ears in to stun her. If she could manage that, she'd try to pull Kura down and pull herself up onto the ninja's back, intending to trap one of her arms in a half-nelson and hook her legs in while she brought her free hand around to make a clumsy attempt at groping at the pinkette's chest, trying to ignore how her own was pressing up against Kura's back.

It was hard to be disappointed with Hayasui with how much Kura was enjoying the woman's warm and voluminous body. The girl had shown such promise at first but that fire seemed to have died out rather quickly as the pink haired ninja drew out her deeper desires. She had wanted a fight, had been toying with the other woman for the most part. It seemed at those she would just have to find her fun in enjoying the taste and feel of her now for as long as the first could stave off exhaustion instead.

Her tongue rolled over her lips, wetting them in eager anticipation of pressing them again to the young girls sweet body, fully prepared to indulge again in the delights the woman beneath her had to offer. The sudden movement from her potential student visibly caught her off guard as she instinctively jerked back as arms shot up at her while she had been repositioning for another round of lewd enjoyment.

She let out a sudden cry as her ears were boxed, wracking her head with a sharp pain that splintered her focus, dazing her ability to react as the woman beneath her yanked her down to the mat, slipping around behind her. She grunted as the half nelson was locked in at first, twisting on the canvas to attempt to roll over only to have legs wrap around her body before she managed to try to throw Hayasui.

It wasn't until the girl clumsily groped at her wrapped chest that she stilled. The pain engulfing her skull subsiding, allowing her to focus on how well she had been wrapped up. She didn't seem to fight the hold though… in fact, she shifted her body slowly to seemingly allow Hayasui to cinch it in tighter, cooing sorting as she felt the noose of the hood tighten around her. She loved the feel of being squeezed and stretched, the other woman's body pulled so close to her.

Kura took in the sensation of being trapped, letting Hayasui have her way for the moment. She pushed back against the girl, not straining to fight, but rubbing her back up along the other woman's body to feel her ample breasts pressing into her back with a soft purr despite her current losing position.

If Hayasui was surprised she'd actually managed to lock the hold in, it quickly faded to the background with what happened shortly afterwards. Sensitive as she still was, the way Kura pressed back against her, seemingly not even trying to break free of the hold, drew a breathy moan from her, her face feeling like it was on fire as she took the open invitation to cinch her hold in tighter, getting a better grip on the half-nelson.

The wrappings that met her groping hand, however, brought a slight frown to the raven-haired girl's face, Hayasui quickly tugging at them to try to loosen the wrappings, occasionally giving the soft swells a quick squeeze as she worked and hoping that would be enough to distract Kura for now.

"S-See?" she said, trying to hold back another gasp as the ninja pressed against her, "N-not...over yet..."

For a moment, Hayasui almost wanted to ask if Kura had any advice on doing this, but quickly shook the thought off. She'd have to figure this out for herself, maybe try to mimic what the pinkette had done earlier. Letting out another wanton gasp as Kura pressed back against her, Hayasui tried to rock back with the motion, intending to put them on their sides where she could try to hook her legs together and tighten the squeeze around her body, trying not to think about the maddeningly exciting feeling of the pinkette pressing up against her thighs.

The pink haired ninja only gave the faintest of resistance as she was pulled deeper into the suffocating hold, soft cooing did little to explain how dire her situation might be as the young woman tightened her grip around her. She sighed her last breathes dreamily as unsure fingers roamed her chest, prying and scratching at her wrappings that held her full bosom at bay. She thrilled at each fumbled grope as they became more pronounced and purposeful as her dark haired pupil to be asserted control.

Kura loved to flirt with the void, the Sense Of darkness that crept in when one was close to passing out. That feeling of claustrophobic dread that came from being wrapped by another in a crushing embrace. Hayasui could feel it, her perked and stiffened mlniiples beneath the ever loosening wrappings, every squeeze of those thighs around her body as they lay side by side made her more excited than the last.

She couldn't stay like this though. The fun would end if she allowed herself to succumb to the pull of the void. With one arm free from the half nelson, she let it drift sleepy behind her, reaching blindly around the other woman was well. Her fingers slipped along the curvature of the other woman's thighs, her palm flattening out along her firm supple rear. She stopped briefly to give it a small rub before sliding further, deeper, traversing up between Hayasui's legs from behind.

She could feel the wetness of the cloth on her fingertips, knew just where to prop and caress. She pressed harder, firmly staking her claim again over the other woman's covered sex, teasing unrelentingly. Her body tensed, pushing back against both holds that entrapped her, looking to break herself free at the slightest weakness presented by fondling her opponent.

Hayasui felt a small rush of triumph amidst the sorely tempting feeling of Kura rubbing up against her in the hold, having managed to make some progress in getting those wrappings undone and in getting some reaction out of her even with the clumsy attempts at pleasuring her. Then her face felt like it was on fire all over again as she realized that, if anything, it seemed like the ninja was even more excited by her current predicament. In spite of herself, Hayasui couldn't help a heated gasp as Kura pushed back further against her, warm supple curves pressing against hers.

The gasp soon turned into a moan as raven-haired girl felt the pinkette's free hand reaching back, rubbing along her rear before sliding up between her thighs. Hayasui tried to tighten her hold on Kura, but the practiced fingers rubbing at her clothed folds, seemingly already familiar with how to get the most out of the martial artist, were making it difficult, bordering on impossible. Another moan slipped past her lips and Hayasui's grip slipped, unable to stop the ninja from breaking out. Still, she started to scoot away herself after the briefest moment's hesitation, face still red with a combination of embarrassment and arousal, skin shining and hair damp with sweat.

Kura's eyelids fluttered as she danced on the verge of being choked out. She had gone a bit too long indulging in the pleasures of being held captive and was now paying for it. She had no real fear of losing, even if the other girl had forced her to pass out she still had yet to satisfy the other part of the stipulations that allowed her to win.

She could feel it now though, each firm stroke of her fingers gliding along the dampened panties of her opponent. Hayasui quaked and tingled, unable to hold herself back from enjoying being teased. Moans were music to her ears, especially as the hold around her faded away leaving her freed. No sooner had she started to unpry the other girl from her neck, intent to turn over on the girl, Hayasui had already started to flee.

Kura slumped to the mat, drawing in a deep raspy breath, unable to follow just yet. The Ninja rolled over onto her side, panting as she lay on the canvas, watching Hayasui hungrily in a moment of weakness. The other girl had bought herself some time it would seem, should she want it.

Kura's palms pressed to the mat, pushing herself up onto all fours. Her chest heaved with every breath, staring through a veil of pink hair across the way at her opponent. She wouldn't stay down for long, anyone who had seen her past matches knew she tended to recover quickly, especially when enticed.