The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

Playing possum may have had its uses other places but in the presence of Devine it seemed to only be folly. Rather than stopping those slender digits from slipping into her top one by one she let them in, hopeful that her opponent would make good on her word to wait for her. This was a mistake, one she realized as the other womans hand roamed over her chest, discovering her secret and staking claim to her nipple.

Eriko squirmed at the lunch and twist, a small loan escaping as she weighed under the Brazilian's touch. It was here she should have cut her losses and fought back but instead she found herself heaving her chest into the grassing, guiltily blushing as the biker played with her. She was fine with this despite herself and likely would have let the other woman do so much more if she had tried if not for the sudden change of their positioning.

Her hazy focus put the legs shifting into perspective, understanding there was a likely chance for danger but still keeping an open mind for the foreplay the two were sharing. The redhead hummed softly at the kiss on her forehead, tilting her head to let Devine find her lips instead… but another kiss didn't come. There was a slight tension she could feel… like…

When Devine strikes, Eriko tried to move too. Her head was wrecked back hard, drawn up into the legs snapping around her. Those thighs hadn't caught her entirely though, she had managed to jam a forearm up in between them, a palm on her own head to protect her neck from being closed in on and keeping her blood and air from being cut off just yet. It was painful, using her own neck and head as leverage for her arm as a pry bar but it kept her safe for now.

"Had to ruin a good thing, huh?" The martial artist grunted, straining to keep those legs from crushing in around her like a bear trap. Eriko arched her back, trying to establish a good foothold in the oil by lifting her body up off the floor while Devine held firm onto her head. With her free arm she blindly felt around, palm clapping up against one of those long legs trapping her. Her fingers ran up then down the length of the woman's calf, sliding down to grasp at the soul of her foot. With an awkward twist she tried to crank Devine's ankle to the side, hoping that her own pressure might pressure the other woman to let her free. She wasn't sure how long she could keep her at bay otherwise.

Devine had to bite her tongue to contain a sad, wistful sigh as she sprung the trap and tried to catch Eriko off guard. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, with this woman proving so adept in the aisle, with such natural instincts. Being honest, she hadn’t even put them in this position with the intention of catching her like this, and it just so happened to be the way things worked out, an opportunity she had little qualms taking advantage of.

But damn, what a wasted opportunity. She just could not get over how soft and supple Eriko’s breast was, how welcoming it was to her fingers, like it had been made for the sole purpose of fondling. It made her wish she’d had the foresight to give this match some sort Prisoner of War stip, so she could have the pleasure of taking the Bride home. No distractions. No audience. Nothing but a dark room and their bodies.

Oh, and the oil. Couldn't’ forget that.

Devine hadn’t been teasing when she pitched that hot little scenario to Eriko earlier - oh, all right, she had been teasing, but that didn’t mean the offer wasn’t genuine. She wanted this woman, but for now she tried to suppress those desires, knowing they’d only lead her astray the more she focused on them. Center on the moment.

And now, in this moment, she was in a good place. Sort of. She hadn’t managed to catch Eriko’s head as well as she wanted, but she had managed to capture it, and that forearm would only save the Bride so much pain. She crossed her ankles, hunkered down, and poured decades of leg training into her opponent’s skull, hammering on the sides with her bulging thighs.

”This is a good thing.” She gave her hips a good twist, snapping Eriko’s head from side to side. ”For me.”

It remained a good thing, too, as Eriko’s hands roamed around her thigh. Devine sighed through her exertion, loving the feel of her legs being rubbed. She ran every day, and she had so much tension down there, any foreign touch was welcome. Sadly, it didn’t last long, as good things tended to do. Eriko had plans, plans that involved jerking her ankle in a way it was certainly not supposed to go.

Devine shrieked at the sudden twist and let the hold go on reflex, her body knowing too well the danger such a hold posed. She didn’t want to leave the Bride without a parting gift, however, so she drew her free leg in and shot it straight out, trying to pound Eriko in that wonderful chest of hers and send her flying back.

The Bride of Flame was one who was rarely caught off guard. She was well trained, disciplined, and maintained a degree of physicality in her life that offered her an athletic body able withstand quite a lot when it came to punishment. She was struggling now though. Having just been knocked out, her wits weren't quite and sharp and her body felt sluggish. Power sapped, had she not acted quickly enough here it was likely Devine would have hastily vanquished her for a second time right out of the gate.

Grabbing hold of the woman's foot had been an act of desperation, one that needed to happen before those thighs could crush in around her throat regardless of the applied leverage of her arm. Eriko had been lucky in that she was able to get a good handhold with her twist, finding the two women breaking apart rather quickly.

There was no time to celebrate though, as soon as they were separated. The Brazilian's heel struck her in the chest hard, sinking into her breast. There a no graceful was to absorb the blow by shifting her weight so she took the brunt of it head on which sent her toppling into the oil. When she came to a skidding stop, she was clutching her chest with a wheeze of agony.

Things weren't looking great for her nor did they feel good. Rising to all fours, she looked like a wounded animal, head lowered as she panted hard to breath, wincing at the faintest of movements. Fighting through the pain and exhaustion was one thing, but combatting how aroused she had become was another. It was difficult to focus on the fight like this, hazy mind filled with the list of this other womans touch.

"Not bad. You'll have to do a bit better though If you intend to catch me again." She gave her head a shake, turning her head to peer over at Devine with her bright blue eyes. Strands of red hair hung down around her face, the long braid that had been so meticulously styled starting to come apart from being tossed about. Eriko was putting on a valiant show, but an opportunity such as Devine no doubt saw the cracks and vulnerabilities even from afar. The martial artist slowly lifted herself up onto her knees, arms up defensively as she tried to square up with her opponent while keeping distance. She had to avoid direct fighting until she had time to recover.

Devine was a shark. A hot, horny shark, who smelled blood in the water.

Her kick was enough to send Eriko rocketing across the ring, and the woman she saw rising up was markedly different from the one she had started out wrestling. Oh, she acted like the one from before, had that same fun, flirty attitude, all smiles and beaming blue eyes. But she was hurting. She was aching. Those lovely limbs weren’t moving with the same pep as before. She wasn’t helpless, no, but that nap had created a gap between them, and it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to close it.

And she saw it. And she wanted Eriko to know she saw it, too. ”Whistling in the dark.”

Devine was smiling, she’d been smiling more often than not through this match, but now that smile was wry and crooked, that of a predator closing in on limping prey. She didn’t come in too quick, didn’t lunge straight at Eriko, tempting as that was. A wounded snake could still bite hard, after all.

No, she took her time, rising up to one knee with her hands out and her fingers wiggling. She jerked left, then right, then left again, feinting and faking her moves, baiting Eriko, putting a little fear into her. Playing. Toying. Waiting for the first sign of confusion.

Then she struck.

Devine dipped low, then threw her lower body forward, hips and thighs open, trying to capture the sluggish Eriko with a legscissor takedown. It was a bit optimistic of a move, she would concede that, but as long as it ended with her on top and the Bride below...

"Me? No… I can't really whistle at all." Eriko gave a wry smile, giving her head a quick turn to the side to whip some hair from her face. Her knees glided slowly through the oil, spreading wide and drawing back in as she started to circle the approaching Brazilian.

The redhead was stiffer than earlier, visibly on edge. Each carrying movement meant to bait her got an immediate reaction as she shifted her weight in preparation for an attack that didn't come. Her lips tightening and brow furrowed, visibly annoyed… it wasn't with Devine really but with herself. The other woman had not only knocked her out, but had gotten in her head in more ways than one. She was psyching herself out even before they clashed.

When Devine finally snapped out at her, the martial artist was slow to react, expecting yet another feint. She had started to back away, arms outstretched to meet the other woman's legs. Her palms pressed to those shimmering thighs, slipping right off as them came in around her full force.

Eriko toppled back into the oil as Devine weight shoved her over, dragging her back down into the oil whole her legs wrapped about her. Her own legs flew up as she hit her back sending a splash of oil skyward to the uproar of onlookers. This sort of thing was unprecedented in the Pit. Not only had this woman blacked out The Bride of Flame, but she was now manhandling her.

Stone looked on and bent forward, gazing down into the pit as she crossed her fingers, loving what she was seeing right now. Devine - lazy, playful, carefree Devine - was like a new woman in that oil, and she honestly wished Mako had come along to see it. Her friend was moving like a predator, her every limb moving for a purpose, in perfect sync. She was a predator, hunting her prey. Not an uncommon sight for the patrons here, she could tell. They just weren’t used to seeing their Bride on the receiving end.

Devine had surmised the same thing, just in a different way, as she saw the way Eriko responded to her advances. The woman was trying to put up a good front, keeping up with the same glowing wit she had when they first exchanged words. It was a cute front, Devine loved it, but the licking of her lips was a pretty good indication of how seriously she was taking it.

Dead meat. ”I’ll show you.”

Devine sprang her trap, going for a bold move to get her thighs around Eriko’s waist. It was  hail mary play, and it would never have worked if the Bride was in top form...but she wasn’t, and the jaws closed down tight around her middle. Her ankles clasped together, her muscles tensed, and the trap was sprung.

Threw her head back and gasped, as she dedicated every muscle she could to squeezing her legs, pouring pressure between her thighs and into Eriko’s toned abs, fully strain. She started with a long, strong crush, before punctuating it with quick thrusts, grinding away at her opponents core, chewing her body like teeth with raw meat. ”Fuck, yes.” Her moan was orgasmic, hot, pure bliss, closing her eyes and crooning. ”Fuck!”

Dropping back into the oil with Devine, Eriko briefly contemplated her position. The thought that she was being manhandled at the moment hadn't been lost on her. While the Brazilian was clearly a skilled opponent, much of this was simple sloppiness on The Bride of Flames fault. Being choked out had shook her, leaving her not only physically out of sorts but mentally jumbled up inside. Getting caught again so easily was as hard a blow to her confidence as Devine's thighs closing in around her was.

She had tried her best to keep on the stoic act, but as her face contorted in pain it became too much to bare. Her palms dug into Devine's thighs as her back arched in protest, trying to find relief that couldn't be found. The redhead did something else that was unheard of, something that saw many of the regulars above considering changing sides… she screamed.

Her body jostled with each thrust from her opponent, helpless to her whims. Her cheeks were a ruby red, washed with blush from strain, embarrassment, and given how visibly perked she seemed to be, excitement. It was confusing to be hurting so much, filled with so much self loathing in this moment, but still be turned on.

Her hands roamed up Devine's legs slowly, shakily, trying to push up against the other woman's abdomen. Twisting her body for the last remaining pocket of space between those thighs, she had squandered the last bastion of potential relief that remained, it was now or nothing.

With clear fatigue, Eriko feared back, fingers straightening up against one another as she former a hard flat palm. Thrusting her arm forward she strikes out, trying to slam her palm up into Devine's chest, trying to do anything she could to get the other woman to loosen or break her hold. If one wouldn't do it, Eriko would try again and again… but each subsequent strike would be notably weaker than the last.

Yes. God, yes.

Devine had never been more turned on in her entire life, she was sure of it.

Everything came together to create this perfect storm of pure eroticism that had her blood rushing. The way the crowd looked on, surprised, barely believing that they were seeing the spectacle in front of their eyes. The feel of Eriko, this powerful, confident woman, struggling between her thighs. The wild shrieks she was making as the pain took hold of her, struggling with sensations she was clearly not used to…

Devine was wet, and it wasn’t just the oil anymore. She was certain that Eriko could smell a few things down there - at least, if she could draw enough breath for it.

She let out a squawk, a surprised burp of a noise, when Eriko’s struggles turned into strikes and slapped her on the chest. Hardly the most pleasing sensation, and earlier on, it might have had some effect - before the bliss started to take hold of her. Now, that slap was just a drop in a river of emotions, flowing out of control. It wasn’t just that Devine didn’t want to stop this anymore. She couldn’t. Not until the Bride took a little nap.

”Give me that!” After a few weakening slaps, Devine reached out and grabbed Eriko’s wrist, pulling it against her chest and clutching it tight, forcing those fingers to grope her breast whether they wanted to or not. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed a handful of that wild, red hair, using it as grip to force the Bride’s face into her pussy, grinding up hard against her features, adding a smother to go along with the pressure. Her legs crossed into a figure-four position, making there was as little space to spare as possible.

And then she squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed.

She was trying to muster her strength, rally a comeback, but Devine had gone from being an easy taken for her homed strikes to an impenetrable wall in her weakened state. She dripped desperation as sweat poured from her brow, each blow a struggle against the forces already crushing her. When the Brazilian grabbed her and r wrist it was captured with the ease of snagging a child reaching into the cookie jar.

Her fingers were pried apart as she squirmed in Devine's grasp, made to cup the woman's lavious breast in her palm. She resisted still, even as she was puppeteered to massage the woman's chest, something she had wanted to do mere minutes ago on her own. She was defiant now for defiance's sake.

The redhead grunted as her hair was clenched tight, jerking her head to the side to make it as hard for Devine to control her as possible. A few more squeezes however between those thighs found her suddenly overpowered with her face crammed between the other woman's legs.

The scent of her was overpowering, intoxicating as her cheeks pressed in tight around her, smothered under the tight confines of the woman's crotch. She kicked her legs weakly, dying throes at this point with nothing much more to give. Devine had her locked down tight.

She winced at each bring of her face, trying to turn to find some manner of relief. Eyes lidded, face red, she simply endured it best she could, going limp with each hard squeeze. It wasn't long until she went still. Conscious, but completely pacified. The only hint of life still within her body was the struggled, heated panting between Devine's legs.

Things were a hot blur now, a mix of oil and sweat, a heady scent that dominated her nostrils. Time seemed to melt away as she ground Eriko to a pulp between her thighs. When had she gotten her head in there? Honestly, she couldn’t even remember the transition, couldn’t recall when she’d switched out of the bodyscissor, but she wasn’t about to complain. This was better, far better, bringing with it so many perks.

She thrust her hips forward, humping against her opponent’s face, grabbing every ounce of pleasure she could find. Eriko’s thrashing was manic now, a wild animal trapped in the snare. You would think all this effort would take her energy, but no - the more Eriko fought, the more Devine fought to control, spurred on by the furnace between her legs.

This was ecstasy, this was sublime, this was a drug that Devine never wanted to get herself off of.

Slow and sure, the struggles began to die out, but Devine never eased on the pressure, hurrying Eriko off to sleep. She was close now, could feel a climax coming on, was on the edge, but she didn’t jump off it. Exercising control, she kept herself from flowing over, getting as close as she could. She didn’t want to reach that high just yet. No, when that happened, she wanted Eriko fully awake. That was a moment they needed to share.

The struggles died down, petered to nothing. She gave Eriko one final squeeze and ran her pussy against that lovely face again, one more for the road, before she unclasped her legs and let the lifeless woman fall away. The crowd was going wild, cheering and booing and clapping, the announcer was saying something corny, but she couldn’t be bothered to suss any of it out. Only she and Eriko existed in the universe right now, only here in this pit.

The top. The top needed to come off.

Devine stood up and back away, taking a position right in front of Eriko. She wanted to be the first thing her opponent saw when she woke up, and the moment those shimmering eyes came alive, she’d reach behind her and start to pull her bra free, challenging Eriko to do the same. An unspoken dare.