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

Hayasui groaned out loud as Kura deepened the twist, eyes wide and face lighting up crimson as she realized the Ninja was practically putting her on display even more so than the hold normally would. The irony of how not wanting to get cornered was making the journey to the ropes an arduous one wasn't lost on her, but it wasn't something she had time to consider right now.

The feeling of Kura's breasts along her strained side was a confusing one, soft swells pressed against torqued muscle proving a dizzying mix of pleasantness and pain. The kiss the pinkette pressed against Hayasui's chest certainly didn't help matters either, and the soft words that followed felt like a haze settling around her brain, drawing a wanton gasp from the raven-haired girl even as she writhed in the hold. The way the ninja continued to play with her certainly didn't help either, Hayasui trying and failing to bite back a wanton little yelp as Kura focused her attention her breasts.

"Nnn, I can...tell," Hayasui gasped out, the girl twitching at Kura's touch as her hand drifted down, slowly teasing along her side and down her navel, her touch feeling like someone was brushing a live wire along her skin, only without the pain. Just the tingling and the writhing that followed as the reminder of her previous handiwork struck hard, even as she was contorted by the hold Kura had trapped her in.

Whatever Hayasui might have said after that was cut off as Kura's fingers finally made their way down, Hayasui's folds still slick with her previous orgasm as the ninja's fingers brushed against them. Just that initial touch drew a breathy moan from the martial artist even as she writhed in the ab stretch, fraying her focus as that dizzying mix of pleasure and pain threatened to leave her light-headed.

Still, she tried to work against it, reaching down with her free hand to try to get a hold on Kura's other leg, trying to see if she could upset the pinkette's balance, though she was unsure if she could muster the strength to do so, distracting as the pleasure was.

Hayasui was making things so difficult. She supposed that was good though, this was after all the time for the girl to prove herself. Still, with the other woman's taste on her lips she was even hungrier and every bit of resistance served as a distraction. Her teeth pressed down around her prisoner's nipple, giving it a hard pinch, drawing back just enough to pull at the sensitive nub as recompense for fighting her advances.

The two women wobbled as Hayasui tried to grab hold of her, possibly to break the two of them apart. She might succeed if Kira fought her,. Better to just not stay upright at all perhaps. She threw her weight backwards as the two fought for control, trying to drag Hayasui down with her to the mat to continue the hold on the floor where she had no need to ground herself.

"Don't fight it." She murmured, golden eyes shifted to glance sidelong up at the other girl as her tongue danced over her nipple. "You know you want this." In fighting for freedom, Hayasui had done nothing to stop Kura elsewhere. To her this was a confession of intent and a view into what the other woman desired.

Her fingertips pressed downward, gliding inside of Hayasui to her loving warmth within. Her fingers curled gently as she beckoned the woman to give in. She drew her digits in and out, rubbing over her small pearl before sinking back within with a steady rhythm.

Hayasui yelped as her resistance was rewarded with Kura's teeth closing around the martial artist's nipple and tugging, the rough treatment sending another jolt through her core as she struggled in the hold. Unfortunately, it seemed that her struggles to get free had only made things worse for her, as Kura opted to bring them both down to the mat, the raven-haired girl landing with a surprised yelp.

As Hayasui's struggles for freedom weakened, the pinkette's honeyed words only wore her down more, grinding away at her resistance as she writhed in Kura's grasp, more from the sensations sent rippling through her and the sparks lighting up her core than real resistance now. Her eyes were shut tight, wanton moans slipping from her lips as Kura's fingers pressed further, slipping inside before curling up. Every thrust felt like sudden jolts up her thighs and into her core as the pinkette's fingers brushed against that nub at the apex of her folds when they slid in and out.

"Nnn! Just...a little..." Hayasui managed to get out between breathy moans and little cries, feeling that tension coiling further and further.

As Hayasui's struggles died in her arms, as did Kura's sense of subtly. She had been acting as the role of an architect most of the match, training the other martial artists behavior not unlike constructing framework for a full on project. She had been impressed with her strength and tenacity, but it was clear to both of when now how easily all of that fell away and left her vulnerable. She had eased the girl into all of this, testing the limits of Hayasui but now that she had studied, it was time to demonstrate the point far more commanding.

As both women hit the mat, the pink haired Ninja's efforts had ramped. Her lips wrapped around Hayasui's nipple laying claim to it with tight suckles and ceaseless swirls with her tongue. The fingers within the girl briefly retreated, trading out for her middle and ring fingers burying themselves down within the woman's sex while the others gave her a firm grounding along her soft skin.

Every shudder, every moan was greeted with a quickening pace of skilled digits scraping away at the last of her defenses until she was laid bare before the hentai submission artist. She showed no signs of slowing or stopping, even if Hayasui had been pushed to a climax, she would press on, stretching out this moment with an unrelenting assault on the other woman's sexuality, looking to drain from her every ounce of fight she had left.

As if sensing the chinks in her armor, widened over the course of the match under Kura's expert touch, the pinkette pressed forth. Hayasui could only really give voice to wanton moans and breathy little cries as the ninja worked, her struggles soon dying out as her hips bucked into her captor's touch, her mouth on the martial artist's breast only wearing her down further. She could feel that tension coiling higher and higher, feeling like Kura had lit a fire in her core, until finally it peaked and snapped, the raven-haired girl crying out as her lust stained the pinkette's fingers.

But her opponent didn't stop there, instead pressing on, pleasure now edged with pain as Hayasui's eyes widened with realization. Yet, even with that, the fingers pressing and rubbing against oversensitive flesh soon had that tension rising again, harder and faster than before. Hayasui shook her head weakly, as if to try to ward off what was next, but to little avail, sensation arcing along her body like lightning. That pressure rose, higher and higher until she collapsed again inside, sweat drenching her hair and her skin as her head lolled back, eyes half-lidded and unfocused as she looked up at Kura, quivering like there was a live wire pressed to her skin.

Some part of her still wanted her to move, wanted to resist, but the rest of her knew all too well that she had little more to resist with. She was completely open to the pinkette now, though she still remembered what was said at the beginning. She couldn't tap out, and she wouldn't. She'd learn from this, as best she could, dazed and exhausted as she was. At the back of her mind, she realized what she really needed to learn wasn't what she'd initially asked Kura for.

She had been pleased with Hayasui in more ways than one. She was an eager girl, willing to step outside her comfort zone to challenge Kura to a match she excelled out. The student versus the master, an apt contest for the two given what was on the line. She had poked and prodded the other woman, feeling out her strengths and weaknesses. Now it was time to take her to her limits and see if she how long she could hold out before breaking.

As the young girl buckled under her curling fingers she let out a heated chuckle, muffled as her lips massaged the girls breast. That shudder of ecstasy that rocked her had no place to go, no real release as she ramped her efforts higher. She could feel the woman's weakened struggles and loved every moment of it. Only after she had ripped a second orgasm from the girl, leaving her sweat soaked and panting did she relent.

Her arms and legs uncurled slowly from her prey, giving Hayasui a light shove to slide her onto her back, laid out across the mat. Surely she could pin her now, end this all if she had wanted to. But what would that have proved? Kura smiled down at the dark haired girl, dipping her head to press their lips together. A soft peck at first, then another more passionate kiss to steal the woman's breath away. When their lips parted she hummed happily, whispering darkly to the woman beneath her.

"You're mine now, sweet girl. Let's see how much more you can take." Kura slowly rose back up, her bare chest slicked with a faint glow of sweat as the light shines down over her body. Her movements were slow but deliberate, working to help build anticipation for what may come next while demonstrating how powerless the other martial artist was to stop her.

One of her long legs extended out as she pivoted gracefully on one knee, turning herself to straddle Hayasui's head. She lowered herself down on top of the girl, given a light bump of her covered sex up against her. She was wet, the scent of her was unmistakable. Leaning forward she laid herself out across the woman, kissing lightly along her navel until she reached between her legs where her March down the girl's body stopped.

Her fingers slipped up and down along the girls thighs, breathing in deeply the moment and the feel of the woman under her touch. She rose up again, sitting to once again straddle Hayasui's, but only. Ow she pulled the woman's legs up with her, bending the woman up onto her shoulders. Kura reversed her arms, attempting to hook one of the martial artists legs under each of them, trapping her in this position by her knees. She would guide the woman's legs apart, holding her steady and vulnerable.

Without a word she leaned in, placing her lips upon Hayasui's sex. She kissed and suckled, pushing up against her most sensitive of places as if she were making out with another willing soul. Her moans were soft and intimate as her lips massaged between the other woman's legs, taking in every bit of her. Before long she pulled back her teasing, letting her trained tongue slide though past those velvet walls to invade the woman's sanctum, claiming it all for her own as she traced patterns within her with the nimble appendage with ever increasing speed.

As Hayasui fell limp in her captor's grasp, Kura finally released her, the raven-haired girl panting and gasping for breath as she slid onto her back, spread-eagle across the mat and vulnerable. Her only motions were the steady rise and fall of her sweat-slicked chest, the occasional twitch from the aftershocks of the ecstasy that had ripped through her body, and her half-lidded eyes as she watched Kura move.

For a moment, Hayasui wondered if she was going to be pinned now, but it quickly became apparent she had other plans, the pinkette leaning down for a pair of kisses, the first one a soft press and soon followed by a passionate kiss, stealing away what breath she'd regained and leaving her gasping for more when Kura finally pulled away again. She brought her head up just a little as the pinkette pulled away, but stopped when Kura spoke, those honeyed words burrowing into her mind again. It seemed there was one more test. Or perhaps the ninja was just enjoying herself at this point, she certainly wouldn't begrudge Kura that, even if she hadn't been thoroughly distracted watching the ninja move, slowly, deliberately, drawing Hayasui into her motions even if she couldn't do anything about it.

At the start of the match, she might have flinched away from being straddled like this, but now, with Kura's clothed folds brushing over her face and the ninja trailing her way down with light kisses, Hayasui leaned her head up a little, trying to press against the woman's folds, though she wasn't sure to what end. The raven-haired girl groaned quietly into Kura's lower lips as she stopped, the dizzying scent of her just adding on to the cocktail of sensations leaving her light-headed.

Hayasui watched blearily as Kura got up again for a moment, helpless as she watched the pinkette straddle her again, this time locking her arms up with her legs. Hayasui tried to shift her arms a little, but it was a vain effort, just she writhed in the ninja's grasp as she pulled her legs up and spread them wide, her hips shifting a little. Hayasui couldn't do much else as Kura went to work, kissing and suckling at her folds, drawing wanton cries and breathy gasps from her lips. Her mind addled with arousal, lust, and embarrassment in equal measures, the raven-haired girl tried to lean up, pressing her lips to Kura's clothed folds, but could do little more than moan and cry out into them as she clumsily rubbed up against them.

Straddling Hayasui's face, Kura could feel the warmth of her captive against her damp panties. Every labored breath her prey took made her skin tingle with delight even. She was pleased when the young girl nuzzled up against her, rewarding the affection with a slow roll of her lips to smother her foe with slow grinding thrusts that would smother her between small windows she rose up off her to allow for breath. These were fleeting though, playing with the woman's helplessness as she continued her assault.

Kira loved the taste of her prey, especially after they had fought so hard against her. Was it the struggle that sweetened it all or the inevitable breaking of her opponents that she loved more? Equal measures most likely. While her past matches in which she dominated her foe from post to post were a fun diversion, she found ones like this and her bout with Bubbles to be the most satisfying.

As her tongue probed with I punity she found herself pushing in deeper, burying her face between Hayasui's legs to devour the other woman. Suckling roughly and fondling the girls entitive pearl with her tongue before delving back inside her. There was a feral quality to her passions now, one that seemed drastically different to her softer more eloquent side she displayed most of the match. She was going for the kill now, seeking to take the last remaining ounce of fight from the other martial artist by forcing her own brand of pleasure onto her.

Her thighs squeezed in around the other woman's head, as lips pressed to her covered sex. A muffled chuckle from Kura as her affections were reciprocate. Her body moved with a snakelike rhythm, tight backside rising and falling as she jumped her opponent in tandem with eating her out. It seemed as though she aimed to take more pleasure from this than just giving it out before seeing this ended.

Hayasui all but squeaked under Kura's renewed assault, what shallow breaths she could manage to grab as Kura's rear rose and fell intoxicating her with the ninja's scent. She made the most of every breath she could secure, but the pinkette was purposeful in keeping her helpless beneath her, the air only enough to stay conscious, if light-headed, and enjoy the woman's work, with none left to muster herself up against Kura's ministrations.

Not that she had the energy to, anymore. The ninja had been thorough in wearing the martial artist down with equal parts skill and sensuality. In the aftermath of those intense, body-shaking orgasms, the most Hayasui could do was try to push back, but chances were she was just making this better for Kura by rubbing against her. The pinkette went deep, Hayasui moaning and yelping as she found that point of weakness again, sending arcs of pleasure like a live current ripping through the raven-haired girl. Her hips writhed and bucked and her legs tensed, but more in response to Kura's work than a real attempt to break free.

Wound up as she was, another orgasm wasn't long in coming, Hayasui gasping for breath and crying out as Kura's rear moved in hypnotic rhythm, an enticing accompaniment to her work in eating the other martial artist out. Compared to the delicate and purposeful rhythm before, this was all hunger, all purpose, all consuming, soon pushing Hayasui screaming over a higher peak than any of the previous ones. The raven-haired girl went taut, her core clinching down on nothing for all of a moment before falling limp once more

A leaden heaviness filled her bones, the raven-haired girl falling limp in Kura's grasp. She gasped for what breath she could, but aside from that, there was little more she could do anymore. She lay beneath the ninja, skin slick with sweat, face burning, matted hair falling over her eyes, unmoving beyond the steady rise and fall of her chest and occasional twitches in the aftershock of that final, mind-numbing orgasm, the fire at last snuffed out in her eyes for the moment. Still, despite her embarrassment and tiredness and arousal, she couldn't help feeling good about at least managing to put up a fight against the ninja in her field. It was a small comfort, but it was hers.

The pink haired ninja had toyed and teased all match leading up to this moment. Hayasui had been a delicious treat both under the weight of Kira's affections and the times she had fallen prey to the other martial artist as well. To have such a skilled opponent brought low by her methods was always something worth indulging in, especially when they were such a bright eyed and determined woman. There was potential in this one, not only as a weapon inside the ring, but an object of desire which she could harness to give a competitive edge. AFW favored the wicked, those who were too naive to see it often were left panting and wet on the mat, wondering how they could have lost to such tactics.

At the peak of Hayasui's tension, Kira's mouth pressed firmly to the woman's sex, knowing full well what was coming. When the material artist did buckle, she was their to sample all the girl had to give, suckling from between her legs like a needy newborn at her mother's teet. She moaned long and hard, fingers clenching tightly around Hayasui's plump backside.

When the woman lay limp below her, Kira unhooked her legs, legging Hayasui's body be taken by gravity to the mat, thudding fully against the canvas. Kura stared down over her prey, admiring every sweat soaked curve, ingraining every bit of this woman to her mind to remember this match. It had been a lovely encounter, one that has surprised her far more than she cared to admit.

She rolled her hips one last time, slathering her own damp crotch over Hayasui's features before climbing off of her head. Kura considered how to end things. Normally a simple submission was in order, leave her opponent sleeping… but she had enjoyed Hayasui's company so much she wanted to leave her awake. Kura lowered herself across the other woman's body, not bothering to hook a leg. There was no point really.

"One!"

"Two!"