The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

The Bride of Flame could feel it in the air. Not just the stuffing density of the shared oxygen as Devine leaned in, but that raw electricity the two had developed over the short span of the match. She found herself wanting, waiting for those lips as they neared even so much as tilting her head in anticipation. It wasn't that she had simply given herself over though, the redhead just knew that struggling in her position would amount to nothing at the moment. It would have been a welcome interlude given her weakened state… but it was pulled out from under her just before it came to be.

The Brazilian had caught her by surprise, that much was certain when Eriko had let out a choking wheeze of what little breath she had started with. Her hands came up, fingers gripping at the forearm across her throat. This was a terrible position to be in, the fact she knew it was apparent.

It was an embarrassing place to find herself, mounted as she was as Devine clapped their bodies together without repercussion. This was her home turf after all… this woman was an outsider and she was giving her the business in the oil at the moment. The worst part of all, for her pride at least, was how much she was enjoying it. Red faced in equal parts to suffocation and desire. Her body betrayed this as well as perked nipples were pushed up against by Devine's body.

She was fading fast. Everything felt warm. The lights were spinning as she saw double… triple. Sounds began to melt together in a muffled tapestry of noise… she could give up. Take the fall here to save her strength maybe? She didn't want to though. That fire she was known for, branded for was still burning in her, even more than the one Devine was lighting in her loins.

Rallying the last bit of strength she had, her foot trailed along the oil. Sloppily finding purchase on the ground below, working her leg in between Devine's. With the last of her energy she buckled hard, throwing her knee up in between the other womans legs. Not to strike her, no, but to try and shove her forward, just enough to crack her head up against the Pit wall they were up against.

The crowd came alive now, whipped up into a frenzy as Devine took her mount and clamped down on Eriko, ensuring supremacy. If Stone had to guess, the ones chanting for the Bride to rise like her namesake were the more frequent patrons, fans of the redhead who’s grown used to seeing her in the reversed position. Devine had her supporters, too, but they struck her as younger, those who’d just come by for the match, less comfortable in the setting.

She might just have been the only one sitting at the moment, too. Legs crossed, laying back, a knowing smile on her face. She and Makoto had taught her that particular move, and she was looking forward to teasing her about it later on.

Devine, for her part, wasn't even thinking about that. In fact, she didn't even remember where she'd picked up this particular move from.

All she couldn't think about was the way Eriko’s cheek felt against hers.

And that heartbeat against her chest.

And the way their hardened nipples drilled into each other.

”Where have you been all my life?” She whispered, dark and heavy and raspy into Eriko’s ear, before letting her tongue shoot out and explore the lobe. ”God, the things I’ll do to you after this if you let me. Just the two of us, you’re dressing room, locked door, lights off. We could-“

Devine could think up all sorts of nasty things for her and Eriko to get up to, even now, in the heat of the moment, but her thought process came to a sudden halt. Having her skull rammed into a wall tended to have that effect on her, funny that.

Her head hit hard and the rest of her body reacted accordingly, dropping the hold at once and letting Eriko take in some precious breaths of air. She went limp, drape across her fellow temptresss like the world’s sexiest blanket.

Weakly the redhead tried to turn her head away, far too limited to stop as Devine's tongu laid claim to her ear. She shuddered as those sultry promises of something more, something dirtier melted at her resistances. While she was no stranger to intimacy in the pit, normally it was her initiating and when the match was over, that was it. The Brazilian was obviously skilled, perhaps more in the joining of bodies thanks wrestling in the oil… she was intrigued, allured. Without the competition it could be fun…

"Eh… ngh…" She couldn't even return a signature quip. It all seemed as though it was over now, save for her last ditch shot.

The hard metal side of the pit rang out with the impact of Devine's skull, removing the imminent threat of being choked out as arms loosened around her. The Bride of Flame choked out a gasp, weakly squirming under the dead weight of her opponent laying draped over her. The thick humid air between them did little to refresh her, it was stifling.

As she twisted, Devine's body slipped off her to the side leaving a pang of longing in her beating chest with them no longer intertwined. Panting softly heavily she found herself staring as her opponent as they lay side by side, trying to catch her breath. She probly should have went for another pinfall but even the act of rising seemed difficult at the moment.

"Rosi." She whispered, peering at the other woman with lidded eyes, waiting for some manner of recognition to spark in those lovely eyes of hers. Once the other woman looked her way, she reached out slowly and just… dragged her palm over the other woman's face to smear her with oil. It wasn't a master ploy to win, just her having a spot of fun when both women were somewhat down and out.

"You talk a big game." Eriko clawed at the oil, pulling herself closer, slowly lifting up a leg to deal it over top of Devine to pull herself over top of the other woman. She was sluggish still, at the mercy of the lingering after effects of that shot to the head or the depths of Devine's curiosity to see what would happen next. Unopposed she would mount the Brazilian, lowering herself down on top of her so the two could feel their breasts flatten out along one another save for their perked nipples. "When we are done, who says you'll have a mouth energy left to do anything else?"

Her body slipped along Devine's with a gentle rocking, not at all as aggressive as the other woman had been, more calm, soothing almost. It was pretty clear the two had different takes on a similar style. She dipped her head just enough to nuzzle the other woman's neck. "Is this what you want?" Her thigh would tuck inward, thumping lightly against the other woman's crotch, firmly rising and falling up against her.

”Rosi.”

Devine’s head had been swimming after taking that nasty hit, her circuits fried from the sudden switch of pleasure to pain. That was the eternal risk when it came to her style, always leaving herself open to hard hits like that when she was running hot. The trick was gauging her prey and making sure they wouldn’t be able to resist her magic, and she’d thought - thought - she finally had Eriko in the palm of her hand, all wrapped up and snug.

Far from it, and she kept replaying the moment in her mind as she laid there, her thoughts a scattered mess. She wasn’t even aware that she’d been flipped over to her back until one of the stage lights hit her eyes at a bad angle, forcing her brow to furrow into a squint. Through the haze, she found herself wondering a rather crucial question.

What next?

The answer came soon, as Eriko’s words wormed their way into Devine’s ear. She let her head fall to the side, strands of slicked hair covering one of her eyes as the other gazed back at the Bride. Even through the haze, she still smirked, her brow dipped, mischief written all over her face, and when Eriko’s hand grazed over her features, she didn’t shy away. She licked at it. Suckled at it. Let her teeth slide along the palm. There wasn’t an inch of this woman that she didn’t crave.

Up came Eriko, sliding over Devine’s body, pressing down above and pushing their chests against each other. Their forms fit well, sliding against each other like they were designed to, and her dark paired well against the Bride’s shimmering sides. Her back arching, she pressed up from below, wanting to make sure she got all the contact she could find, wanting their to be as little space between them as possible.

Eriko was erotic, no question, but she had a slower way of going about things, a subtler style. Devine liked it hot and rough and hard, and it had been a long while, too long, since she’d had this sort of lover...but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play this game. Far from it, in fact.

”Eriko.” She whispered back as her hands wrapped around her opponent’s back and felt all over, tracing the muscles with her fingers and trailing lower with every passing second. A few adventurous fingers dared to slip underneath her bikini and press down, encouraging every teasing thrust Her hips rocked and ground against the Bride’s mound, matching her pace, not being outdone.

”I will always have enough energy for a woman like you.”

She really shouldn't have been surprised by Devine's willingness to follow her lead. While Eriko still had the match at the forefront of her mind, it was hard for her to figure out of the Brazilian woman felt the same way. Such thoughts however were a short lived affair as their bodies grinded up along one another. The lack of resistance to her having taken the top of the two already pulling The Bride of Flames into a false sense of security as the two shared the oil in harmony for the time being.

Her back arched slightly as the other woman's fingers traced her form, soaking in her firm touch and thrilling as they moved unimpeded. She hadn't tried to stop their encroachment of her bikini, it didn't seem pressing to her when there were other things to do.

She loved hearing her name from Devine. Those simmering whispers of hers were akin to a fine delicacy, one that she would happily over indulge in. She found herself wanting more of that… keeping an ear close so each word could already her with ease as she wrapped her lips around the woman's neck to suckle at her slippery lightly at her skin.

The redhead cooed softly as hips pushed into one another. Hungry for touch, her body slipped down slightly so the two of them could keep their covered sexes up against one another so there was no missed contact. Her arms slippers down along Devine's side, slipping under her arms to wrap themselves up under the woman's shoulders to hold her closer, keeping her steady as her hips rose and fell up against her.

"A woman like me... Tell me more." This wasn't like Eriko. Getting down and dirty with an opponent in a way that made her equally as vulnerable was a gamble she near really took part in unless her foes were already beaten down past the point of no return. It spoke to either her confidence or foolhardiness then that she engaged with a more dangerous opponent like Devine in this manner.

Devine was used to putting on a show - in another life, she could’ve made a decent living as an actress, she was sure on that. It came with being an exotic dancer, feigning attraction for people that you didn’t think were attractive. It turned out that the only thing costumers loves more than a hot lady was a hot lady who thought they were hot, too.

Not so with Eriko. Not at all. Every move she made, every look, every tease was genuine for her, and it seemed the redhead was holding similar opinions.

God, it was so tempting to just strip down and go at it in the middle of this ring. The thought alone was enough to get her juices running, but she could practice some restraint. This was all about the long game, and she couldn’t fail to notice that this slowed pace was working in her favor. That hard hit on the pit wall, nasty as it was, had all but faded now, giving her a clear head against. And with that clear head, came ideas. Such ideas.

”Such a strong woman. Such a bold woman.” Her hand slipped all the way underneath Eriko’s bikini, finding a nice, ripe cheek to cup and caress. She gave it a good squeeze, trying to gauge how much muscle was beneath the tanned skin, and she was pleased to find just the right amount - not too hard, not too soft. ”I love the way you came in, when I first saw you, Eriko. That confidence. Tão quente” Her words were sultry, playful, but true. She meant every word, and the Portugese at the end gave it some flavor.”You own this pit. But…”

With a sudden change, Devine slid her body to the side and brought her arm - the one that wasn’t coping a feel of oil-covered ass - around Eriko’s neck, wrapping around it for a tight choke, pressing on it with all the force she could summon. Muscles tensed, tendons strained, as she poured her full strength into the move, squeezing the life out of the Bride, wild and vicious.

”...I own you.”

Flattery wasn't generally something that effected The Bride of Flame. So use to it, here especially, it was something akin to background noise. The patrons of The Pit often sang her praises from wall to wall, and given the nature of her physicality and physique, having compliments set at her feet for her body was almost assured. She wasn't sure if it was the fact they were coming from someone new, someone mysterious, who was able to keep up with her or just the woman's accent but the redhead found herself eating it up and wanting seconds. This exotic foreign beauty was fast proving to be a weakness she didn't even know she had.

Eriko's muscles tightened as she drew Devine in closer, harder, showing just how strong she was at her partner's words. Her lips became more invasive, aggressive as she sucked at that sweet oil slicked skin so hard it would surely leave darkened marks of her passing. The redhead was thriving under under the indirect tutelage of her opponent, pushing back against ever grinding meeting of their bodies to ensure there was no possible gap left unfilled by contact.

"What does that mean?" She breathed out heavily, breaking away from the other woman's neck just long enough to speak. Without hesitation she dove back in, taking a lavish lap of the woman's earlobe with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it. Her teeth nibbled, gently at first before they took hold and tugged, finding rhythm with each thrust of the women's hips together. Was Devine close? She didn't know, couldn't care really in this moment as she felt pressure building up between her own legs. She found herself to be mentally cursing the layers of fabric between them though, an unneeded hindrance on her pleasure.

Eriko let out a breath chuckle as Devine spoke. She did own this pit, it was true... and then the Brazilian sprang her trap. The sudden movement caught her off guard, unaware there had been an aggressive shift in power. She had tried to move with Devine, to continue burying the woman with her lips, but suddenly found herself stopped. Her lidded eyes shot wide before the other woman's arm squeezed in around her, causing them to narrow into wincing slits. She pulled back, hard, but found her braid butting up against Devine's arm, keeping her locked in tight. She moved to untangle herself, hands pressed to the oil as she fought hard like a rapid animal caught in a snare to pull free.

She had let down her guard and was paying for it. Worst of all she wasn't even mad... She didn't really care for some reason. She could feel her blood pumping, the heat in her body, the inability to break free. Despite how bad all of this was, she found herself even more turned on as Devine asserted herself, even bragging about it. Eriko's straggle settled as she remained hunched on all fours, trying to think of a way out of this but finding nothing. Her eyelids fluttered as she gasped for air that wasn't coming, caught breathless and vulnerable.

Blindly she reached around Devine, a palm resting on the woman's shoulder... had she meant to tap or try to push away? It did nothing though, simply lingered. Her fingers slipped away, limbs falling slack as her body settled over top of Devine, lifeless. Darkness had taken hold, leaving her still and helpless.

Devine hated doing this. Oh, you couldn't have told that from simply looking at her, not from the way her eyes screwed shut and her body bucked against Eriko’s body and the orgasmic growl that passed through her lips as she clamped down with all her might - no, none of that would give it away.

But, inside, she was rueing the whole situation. This moment with Eriko might just have been the sexiest of her entire life, and given the stiff competition it was against, that was no small statement. None of her other lovers had this heat to them, this blazing fire, and sniffing it out, even for a moment seemed criminal. Especially when Eriko was just starting to give in and let Devine have the keys to her kingdom. They wouldn’t even have had to go all the way - the prospect of spending a few minutes just groping each other, feeling each other, enjoying other, was such a tasty prospect. This was a woman whose embrace she could’ve enjoyed for hours, simply caressing each other and teasing and rubbing…

But she had a match to win and a strategy to execute. Such a pity.

The crowd went wild as she clamped down, her fans and Eriko’s dueling with their chants. The enthusiasm was appreciated, but would be falling on deaf ears. For her part, Devine didn’t need to be told to clamp down as hard as she could knowing that an opportunity like this wouldn’t come again soon, if ever. For Eriko’s part, well, she couldn’t hear anything, because she was going, going, gone.

The bell rang and Devine wasted no time letting go of the hold, not just for her opponent’s safety, but because she wanted this woman to wake up as soon as possible and in the best shape. Anything less would just prolong their pleasure or dull their fun, and that was simply unacceptable.

”What’s this?” The announcer shrieked with feigned shock. ”The Bride is down, folks! This is a first, with the dark beauty showing her worth in the Pit. The score is evened - when the Bride rises, will she be able to take the reigns once more?”

An interesting question, but one that Devine wasn’t pondering. For the moment, her only concern was making sure that Eriko safely came back to the world of the living. As he spoke, she’d gently flipped Eriko over to her back, sat around and crossed her legs, and now she was laying the Bride’s lovely red head in her lap, letting it rest there like it was a precious treasure. Devine ran her fingers along Eriko’s face, tapping it with the tips of her nails, and leaned down to whisper in her foe’s ear. Two soft, sultry words.

”Wake up.”

Eriko was a hard woman in body and mind. All she had in this world.she had worked for and that work clearly showed. Though as she lay in the oil, drawn motionlessly to Devine's lap she looked fragile and soft. Up close there was clear definition to her body, luscious curves and visible muscle apparent from how the oil shined off of the author nuisance of her form, but still and sleeping she looked weaker than anyone had ever seen her.

The martial artists head lulled to the side, cheek pressed up along the Brazilian's leg as the woman tapped at her. For a long moment she remained still, motionless. Even as darkness faded from her, those annoying little prods seemed distant and unattainable in her haze, forcing her to endure.

Her legs shifted in the oil, heels weakly dragging through the pit before going slack again. It was as if her whole body was in the process of rebooting.

"Wake up"

She shivered. While the blood had been cut off from her brain, her body still showed signs her heart was pumping blood fine. From her lips escaped a small sigh, one she wants even aware of as she found herself smiling. She liked that voice… that tone… who was it?

Slowly one eye opened, bright blue sapphire hidden partially under her half drawn eyelid to peek up at Devine. Right… it was her. She took in a deep breath through her nose before exhaling in a less pleased with than the one that has slipped out. It had dawned on her what had happened now. Damn.

Rather than feet over it, she extended her arms and legs out, wiggling fingers and toes as she stretched. She had feeling still, that was good. She could still feel her heart pumping in her chest, the friction of perked nipples on her oil slicked suit and the slightly damp turning between her legs that went unnoticed from the oil. She needed some time to cool off otherwise she risked having this exploited.

"You waited for me?" She turned her head slightly, giving Devine a wide smirk. Strain red strands of hair were plastered to her face, giving her a more roughed up appearance than earlier in the match. She wore it exceedingly well.

"How sweet." Eriko made no move to leave where she lay, hoping it would buy her time… though she was very ready to move if Devine seemed to shift her legs, very aware she was in a prime location to have herself wrapped up by those gorgeous limbs. It was like something out of the movies... The hero had stepped on a pressure plate and the next move could sprint the trap that waited.

Devine hummed as Eriko made her way sluggishly back to the land of the living, taking her sweet time along the trip. She wasn’t even sure what the tune was, being honest, something her mother had used to lull her off to sleep when she was just learning how to walk, something she probably wouldn’t have approved of her daughter using here.

If fit, though. A soft, sweet tune for a soft, sweet woman. Devine enjoyed the sight of her opponent stirring, her magnificent, shimmering body of full display. It was a rare sight, really. While the Bride was hardly the first and only hot woman that she’d ever seen in a bikini, she couldn’t recall seeing someone wear the oil so well. It was like the substance was meant for her skin, like it was a part of her. Taking it away from her would be like taking the color out of a beautiful painting. Yes, it could be lovely without it, but it would be missing something.

Devine let her fingers slide along Eriko’s chest, a hand slithering down the middle like a serpent in the garden. One finger slipped underneath her top, then another, and another after it, until all five were venturing into the shadows. Her index and thumb found a nice, hardened nipple to latch onto, and promptly began to experiment. A pinch. A twist. Pushing it down like a button, only to pull it right back up.

A little play.

”I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.” She sighed, letting her hot breath cascade over Eriko’s face. The lack of movement from her opponent hadn’t gone unnoticed, despite what her opponent might’ve been thinking. The tactic was too clear, trying to stall for time, catch her breath, reset her nerves. That audience was lapping it up, calling on them to make out, throwing playful catcalls their way. They didn’t know that now, even right then, they were fighting.

”And I can be very sweet. When I want to be.” She began to unfurl her legs, sliding them out from underneath Eriko’s head, as she bent over to plant a kiss on her forehead and catching a few stray hairs on her lips. ”But that’s not what you want, is it?”

In a sudden burst, Devine brought her hand away from its business with Eriko’s nipple and tried to grasp her chin, looking to pull the redhead between her legs and snap out a tight headscissors, wanting to lock her down before she could get away.