The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

Every step forward she took, Devine was their to foil her, turning victories into stalemates… at least she had thought. She was firm in her belief that she could Outlast the woman's provenly powerful legs by just holding out long enough to make her pass out. That was until she realized what was happening. Her body shuddered with each roll of the Brazilian's's hips against her, grinding their bodies together. She tried to shift her weight only to get a crushing reminder of where she was, trapped in with her opponent, forced to feel each and every thrust.

Her legs felt weak, overcome with the burning desire that let Devine grind against her. She eased forward, biting her lower lip as she let it happen, letting out a breathy moan. She was so close… but she would still win this battle, she was sure of it.

The fist that clapped against her side caught her off guard, taking two hard blows that left her wheezing before quickly removing her arms from the woman's head to reach down, blindly flailing about until she was able to capture Devine's wrists. She leaned her weight forward, trying best she could to keep the other woman smothered while forcibly dragging at her arms to trap them over her head where she could more easily control her.

"D-damnit…" Eriko's eyes twitched, body tensing up. She buckled as she tried again to escape Devine's legs. Each set smack of their crotches together making her tighten her grip on Devine's wrist. Eyes closed she tight so hard to fight it, just a little bit longer… it wouldn't take much to push her over.

While Devine didn’t want to get knocked out, she had to admit, she couldn’t have picked a better pair for that to happen with than the Bride’s. She had been admiring them since the first moment they met, lusting after them, and now that they were so close, she could properly appreciate them in all their glory. They weren’t obscenely large, not the ridiculous size that she’d seen on some of the bigger Friction woman, but not small, either. Big enough to smother, tiny enough to enjoy, and all natural. There was an inch of this woman that she didn’t enjoy.

Now, if only they weren’t knocking her out.

The punches landed, did a decent job of piling on the damage, but it was a temporary oversight that Eriko was quick to correct, as she moved up and trapped her arms to complete the trap. With her final avenue of attack taken away, the end was inevitable now, and all she could do was struggle.

And she did struggle. She bucked, she squirmed, she tried to turn her head left and right. People often mocked the breast smother, though it was such an easy thing to escape. But, with the right body, it could be a truly lethal move, and there was nothing wrong with Eriko’s body. The best Devine could do was peak from between the cleavage, stealing light, but not air. That was cutoff, totally, and the lack of it took a toll.

Weaker. Slower. Her fighting died off, the energy rapidly being sapped out of her body, fleeing her form. Her body spasmed, one final frantic attempt at fighting her way out, then...nothing.

The gravity of the situation had finally sunk in leaving Divine to curb her own list for the new lf survival. It was a godsend to be sure, but she wasn't out of the woods just yet. Eriko had been so closely flirting with being pushed to the point of climax, even the Brazilian's fading struggles made that all encompassing warmth in her loins threaten to betray her. Just feeling her face mashing up against her breasts and their body sloshing in the oil… ugh… focus Eriko.

She closed her eyes and held on for dear life. To her opponent and her dignity in hopes of not losing the first advantage she had managed to gain in quite awhile. This match had been a battle, harder than any she had ever fought before. Devine was proving to be, frustrating, her kryptonite. That dark skinned beauty, those smokey words, unbridled list, and the ability to bring the bride of fire to her knees… and like it. It was a dangerous combination she had never had the pleasure of facing before and it threatened to dethrone her here tonight.

Slowly but surely, fight faded from her adversary leaving them wrapped up against one another, still, silent. She gave it a moment, asserting herself a bit to test it Devine had really passed out and wasn't just playing possum. Even once she was sure, there was a small fear the second she let up the other woman would pounce and have her way again… well a bit of fear, also excitement. The redhead cleared her throat with a hoarse huff, pushing herself up off her opponent.

Eriko found herself staring, setting her lips as she looked down at the Brazilian fondly. So much trouble. So much fun… she had never been so embarrassed in all her time at the Pit until this one showed up. Regardless of who one in the end, this had been an eye opening experience. Perhaps she had grown complacent in her time at the top and had gone soft or maybe Devine was just that good. There was time to explore those possibilities.

The martial artist twisted her body to lay across Devine, nestling her breasts together as if they had been cast in the same mold and belonged like this. It felt good, right even, to deal herself on top of the Brazilian as her breathing came to match her fallen opponents so their chests heaved as one. She hooked Devine's leg, pulling it up as far as she could, impressed with how flexible and malleable the woman was now that she had a moment to breath and admire it.

"One!"

She let her palm roam up along the other woman's thigh, breathing out a small sigh of relief. If she could secure this point, there would be a bit more wiggle room for her moving forward. She knew she couldn't afford to get too wrapped up in that though. Devine had proven to be far too dangerous to be played with as she did with other lesser foes in the Pit. She had to keep her head screwed on right and finish this before it spiraled out of her control again.

"Two!"

Stone looked on and whistled, half in disappointment, half in appreciation at the display that was going on below. Seeing Devine in her element had been a treat right from the start, and she would’ve been happy enough if the night just had her friend rolling around in the oil with some lovely ladies...but this had quickly evolved into something more. She doubted most of the patrons could appreciate the context, just enjoying the sight of two hot women going at it - but Stone saw something deeper and wilder, something rare, which made it all the sadder when it was snuffed out yet again.

To Devine’s credit, she fought as best she could, despite enjoying the experience. For a moment, it seemed she might even burst free and mount something of a comeback...but no. There was no fighting it. There was no avoiding what came next.

“Three!”

Devine’s eyes fluttered open at the final count, as if on commands, only for her eyelids to droop right after, shut just enough to see Eriko’s shining face through the slits. A rush of emotion ran the gauntlet through her mind - disappointment in coming so close, excitement at the rush, anticipation for what was coming next. More than anything, though, she was struck by the face of the woman on top of her. In a different time, with a different woman, she might’ve been incensed to be dominated like this. But with Eriko, somehow, she couldn’t muster the animosity. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to hate a woman like this.

She brought her head up, placing their lips oh-so close, wanting to taste her opponent’s breath. ”You are beautiful.” Simple words, but she meant them. There was longing in her voice, lust, but mixed with real respect and reverence. She was starting to understand why her fans thought of her in such a godly fashion, even if it was just an act.

Devine arched her back with a long sigh, pressing up against Eriko, the oil squeezing out from the crevices of their mashing bodies. Their laps met, then met again with a teasing thrust, as if her body longed for so much more, regardless of what her mind wanted. She could’ve been in this pose for minutes, hours, maybe even a day, and she wouldn’t have complaiend until her stomach’s craving grew too much to ignore.

But they weren’t here for that, were they?

Devine lifted her neck and brought together their foreheads, their noses, and almost their lips, as she growled out another word, one that summed up her feelings in this moment.

”More.”

The desperation washed away from her as the final count fell, buying her a healthy lead in the match yet again. She found herself easing up, letting the tension drain from her body as she lay over Devine, intent on taking a well earned breather. She was caught by surprise when the woman beneath her stirred to life, leaning in closer to her. Her big bright blue eyes quivered a bit, steely but clearly taken aback by how quickly the other woman seemed to recover. The Brazilian's words came across as so sincere as she lay beneath her, so vulnerable… they made her blush. It wasn't that she hadn't heard it before from so many patrons and competitors. Maybe it was the lingering arousal still playing with her emotions.

Her eyelids fluttered as Devine pressed herself up against her, knowing she should break apart from her rival. She hadn't really had a chance to cool down though and when their crotches ground against one another she seemed to be falling apart with each roll of Devine's hips.

She shook her head, trying to banish those lewd desires from her mind. She slowly pushed herself up, looking over top of Devine on all fours, looking down at her with a regretful look of longing. She wanted to indulge, that much was clear, but she was fighting it all back to try and close out the match. Just one more pinfall and it was hers.

"Don't..." When Devine came in close, so close she could practically taste those lips again, she felt her resolve tested again. That low rumble in her rival's voice making her unintentionally slip closer. She sucked in her own lips, setting them without thinking, her breathing steadily increasing. She was caught up in the moment, but would it last if Devine didn't capitalize?

It occurred to Devine, as she laid there and stared up at this fulsome, beautiful woman with the burning hair and freezing eyes, soaked in a teasing mix of oil and sweat, that this was probably the longest stretch of time she’d ever been near a half-naked woman without fucking her. Kind of infuriating, really.

There was no doubt what page they were on, and she sincerely doubted a woman like Eriko was too prudish for a little public fornication. They were both exhibitionists, comfortable with putting their bodies on display, no stranger to arousal before leering eyes. Anyone who knew either of them could have seen this result coming, could have guessed that, in such a heated condition, their joining was inevitable.

And yet, they were still being held back. An invisible wall between them refused to fall.

Time seemed to freeze when Eriko spoke her word of protest, a faint resistance from the bride, one that Devine didn’t buy for a moment. Their bodies wanted it. She swore, she could hear the other woman’s heart pounding. Her brow furrowed as determination set in, her lips curled into a vixen’s smile. The two of them had been dancing around this for too long, and the dam had finally burst.

”I will.”

Devine’s arms shot up to wrap around her foe’s neck, as she finally, finally took Eriko’s lips in the kiss that she’d been teasing all during the match, pressing tight against her opponent’s mouth and forming and unbreakable seal. She screamed down the redhead’s throat, an Amazon’s war cry, and she pulled her down to the side in a harsh motion, frantically thrashing against her, a savage beast attempting to mount her prey and take the kill. She closed her eyes and focused on nothing but the embrace, knowing that her body would take over with ease, that nature was in control, now. Raw, primal nature.

Devine wasn't exactly a dominating powerhouse, but in this moment her arms felt impossibly strong. They wrapped around her like tendrils, dragging Eriko down into those awaiting lips. The redheads eyes shot wide in fanfic panic over the sudden realization she had just been caught… before her kids lowered and her body sagged down into Devine with a long low moan of begrudging enjoyment. She remained awkwardly bent forward, her rear lifted in the air held up by shaking knees.

She was torn off to the side without much fight, biting the oil with a splash and a muffled cry of surprise. She flailed on the ground like a gazelle being brought down by the throat by the hunting lioness, trying to make a bid for survival. She threw an arm back behind her, bracing herself from being rolled over completely, locking in both women on their sides. She kicked one leg out wide, trying to bring her knee up, providing a hurdle for Devine to have to climb over to mount her.

Despite stabilizing the situation, there was no mistaking who was in control at the moment. The martial artist was reeling, fighting on two fronts to keep composure and position and neither seemed to be a win in battle. She hooked one arm underneath Devine's arm, trying to grab hold of her should from behind and tug her off.

How many lovers had Devine had? Dozens.She couldn’t hazard a guess, but she would say she had more sex in a year than the average person did in their entire lifetime, rarely going two nights in a row without someone to warm her bed. Men, women, all shapes and sizes. She liked to be open with her choices, seeking out partners for their personalities.

But Devine could say that she had never felt a body quite like this before, never in all of her hottest moments, and it wasn’t just the oil - though, yes, that was a large part of it. It was the anticipation that she’d built up all through this match, forcing herself to hold back on the kiss and not follow her base instincts. Now that she could indulge, now that she allowed herself to go inside this woman, she shuddered in delight. This was a body she never wanted to let go of.

Eriko fought. Of course she did. She struggled hard, and made an admirable attempt to slow Devine down with that knee of hers, but ultimately all she succeeded in doing was giving Devine something to hump, and she furiously ground her hips against the woman’s thigh, heating up even more. Devine pulled back to take a breath of fresh air, then dove in again, defying the Bride’s attempt keep her away. She threw her leg out wide, attempting to force her way on top of the flailing Eriko and take control.

She wanted this. She would fight for it.

The redhead panted as their lips parted, drawing in as much air as she could in a desperate bid to stay on top of the raging desire being forced upon her. No matter how she situated herself, Devine was there, grinding and thrusting into her, just the feel of this woman up against her was enough to drive her wild. She hadn't really encountered someone like this before with a sheer sexual presence that was enough to push her to the brink without enough focusing her efforts where they normally mattered most.

Her brief reprieve was just that however, for when the Brazilian lunged back in and locked their lips together she had practically gone for the throat. Eriko let out a whining moan as her body shuddered, defending falling as Devine forced herself over top of her, pinning her down into the oil. The soles of her feet slipped about the slicked floor as her struggles melted away under the realization she wasn't going to be getting free this time…

The martial artist thrashed, shoving up at Devine enough to briefly separated their bodies before the other woman's oil slicked form slapped back down over top of her. Each of her fighting movements only seemed to give the Brazilian another chance to designate on top of her, working her way to be exactly where she wanted by the time the redhead's attempts to buck her had faded away leaving her exhausted and at the biker woman's mercy.

Devine had been waiting for only a few minutes to place her lips against the Bride’s, but somehow, it felt like an eternity. Ever since she eyed this woman and saw that succulent mouth, she knew it would be worth the wait, that the sensation would be electric. She’d held off on it as long as she could for the sake of the game, knowing that it would be worth the wait. As usual - when it came to matters revolving around sex, at least - she wasn’t wrong.

She was on top now, which wasn’t always her favorite place to be - she often loved to have her lovers beneath her, to let them go wild on her body. This was an exception, though, as mounting Eriko was pure satisfaction after all the games they’d played. She relished the way her muscles slacked and gave way under her care, finally accepting the inevitable. She wasn’t sure if anyone watching could appreciate what it meant for such a vibrant, proud woman to give in like this, if only for a moment. But she understood. That mattered.

When she came down, she straddled the redhead’s waist and tensed her thighs, closing them around her opponent’s hips and trapping her underneath. Any and all attempts to push up were greeted by a thrust down, little pops, but it soon turned into much more than that.

Grinding. Pressing. Pushing. Divine slapped their laps against each other, starting with a long drag, then punctuating it with a few teasing humps before she went back to the long haul. It was a hot, heavy rhythm that slid their mounds together through the thick fabric, pushing them both to the climax. She didn’t know who would reach it first, and for once, she couldn’t have cared less.

Divine broke her lips away, finally, taking in some much needed oxygen and sucking in Eriko’s sweet swent along with it. ”Tell me how much you want it.” Pleading, demanding, begging...Devine’s voice was so laden with lust that even she couldn’t say where her tone was landing.