The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

It didn't matter how much she could bench press or how she could shatter cinder blocks with her kicks. Years of traditional training and meditation to hone her discipline were worthless. Devine had taken it all from her, reducing her prowess to ruin with the taste of her lips and each thrust of their hips. It had been boiling over for so long, the slow burn that was the Brazilian's catch and release throughout the match had worked her over perfecting, leaving her desperate and vulnerable to each intimate touch.

Like a wild made, the Bride of Flame had been mounted and broken under the throes passion. She let out one let heated breath, exhaled in a moan into their mouths as she finally stopped thrashing for escape. She had accepted this, accepted Devine. She couldn't find the will to resist any longer, not as each grind of their bodies made her tingle every single place it mattered.

Eriko desperately sucked in deep gasps of air as if she had just risen from the depths of the ocean when their lips parted. Her small moans and cries were higher pitched than her normal voice, someone for feminine than who she ever tended to be. Devine made her mind fuzzy, her body scream, and made surrender the sweetest of choices she had ever been given.

"Oh fu- oh shi-" Eriko practically squealed as she at each wet clap of their bodies intermingling amongst the oil. The final straw came from that irresistible smoky voice issuing her a task. The martial artist could only obey, no other roads seemed to exist anymore before her.

"Please… nh, don't stop… so c-close." She breathed out with each word, struggling to form a coherent thought. Her body tensed as it pushed back against Devine's. Back arching, muscles tightening just before a sudden and violent release had her buckling as she was brought over the edge. The redhead let out a high pitched cry of pleasure that carried down into a low office rumble from her throat as each wave of euphoria took her with a spasm of her form beneath the Brazilian.

From above, Stone leaned forward along with her lady for the evening, watching as Devine went to work below them. She had to give her friend credit - she could be lazy at times, annoying at others, and she seemed to get a kick out of teasing her, but when the woman was properly motivated, she could work wonders. If the job she was currently doing on the Bride was any indication, this was one of those times. ”Yeah, don’t stop…”

Devine didn’t really need Eriko to tell her not to stop, though the encouragement was certainly appreciated. At this point, she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to, and she certainly didn’t want to.

Not with Eriko underneath, heaving and sweating and slipping while they went at it like wild animals. Not with the heat saturing their skin as the oil carried it along every inch of their body, making it feel like they could burst into flames at the slightest friction. Not with the Bride breathing all over, locked in the throes of ecstasy as she claimed her. Devine had more lovers than she could count, had been in this position with men and woman on every continent save for the coldest one, and she couldn’t think of a single experience that even came close to this. That was probably her fault, always going for the throat so early, never building up so much anticipation with a single person. A mistake she would be rectifying in the future, no question.

”Almost there, almost there, almost-” Her words broke down into babbles, moving from English to Portugese and even to the Japanese she knew, turning her speech into a mixing pot of sweet nothings in Eriko’s ear, a sensual slurry. She was on the edge herself, but she held back as best she could, wanting Eriko to fall off that cliff before she took the dive herself.

She was patient, and that patience was reward, as Eriko let out a bestial shriek that left Devine’s ears ringing. It was all she needed to let her own dam burst. She lifted her head, shut her eyes so tight they hurt, arched her back and let it all go, shuddering as a faint squeal tore through her throat. It was more of a gasp compared to her lover’s roar, but the energy was every bit as potent, lighting her nerves on fire. She held that position for a few seconds, arms propped on her opponent’s shoulders like a lioness over her kill, before they gave out and she flopped down on top of Eriko. Chest to chest. Faces besides each other. Legs and juices mingling. Slowly, the world was coming back into existence, her senses remembering that other things besides the redhead existed. Cold air, a dozen smells, and was that applause she heard?

There was no escaping each and every registering jolt of pleasure that were wracking her body. Even after having peaked herself, Devine was doing her damnedest to ensure the effects were lingering as she worked to reach her own climax. The result had left Eriko destroyed beneath the Brazilian, a panting mess splayed out limply as her opponent happily laid claim to her sweating form. There had never been a match or an opponent who had not only taken her this far but also done so in dominating fashion.

She couldn't even be upset, riding high in cloud nine, enjoying the sight of Devine looking over her, keeping her shoulders pushed down to the oil. She let out a shuddered breath, deflating when the Brazilian finally lowered herself back on top of her. Their bodies sliding up along one another made her perked and sensitive nipples tingle. A tired moan escaped her then. Devine may as well have been a two ton truck, there was nothing her lax muscles could do right now to even budge her. She only could stare up at the woman's dark features, helpless.

"One!"

One of her legs tucked up, a knee raised. A possible push for escape… then it leaned to the side… and splashed into the oil, straightening back out. The Bride of Flame had been snuffed out.

"Two!"

The crowd was roaring. Cheers, applause. Things that Devine rarely received outside the Pit due to her affiliations. Here however, she had become a hero. So close to dethroning the local champion. She was making history.

"Three!"

A bell rang out, signalling another fall for Devine. Both women were tied again, two victories a piece. What happened next was going to decide the outcome of the entire match.

Devine couldn’t lie, she was loving the sound of that three count. It wasn’t something she’d heard when she was in the ring before, not having the best track record in the AFW. While she didn’t care all that much about her WLD so long as she had fun - which she did, more than not - it was a refreshing change of pace to come out on top and win a battle, even if she had yet to win the war. And doing it against a woman like this, conquering the Bride Of Flame, felt like an achievement. The applause, the thrill, the euphoria, the bliss. She could cherish this more than any title belt. Moments like this flared up, burned hot, then flickered away. That made them rare. Precious.

The funny thing was, she almost didn’t notice. In the heat of it all, a large part of her brain had forgotten this was even an official match and that she was in a pinning position, so much so that she had a small jump when the count started. Fresh off her own orgasm, she wasn’t able to put much force into the ‘pin’, but thankfully, she didn’t need to. Eriko’s fighting was futile, little more than twitches and twists. This was happening.

Sure enough, the final count came and the bell rang, signifying Devine’s second win and tying them up. Elated as she was to win this round, Devine didn’t show it beyond a simple smile, the same one she’d had on since her explosion. She stayed on Eriko’s body, looking down into those big eyes, running lazy fingers through that flaming red hair of hers.

”I think I like you, Eriko.” She spoke, finally, her whispered words barely audible over the crowd’s noise. Dipping down, she pressed their lips together for a small peck, then pulled back. ”I think I like you a lot.”

Eriko just lay beneath Devine, glowing with sweat and oil, utterly exhausted and flooded with a feeling over bliss. Her limbs were weak, mind was cloudy, and was on the brink of losing her undefeated record in the Pit… and she couldn't be happier. When this was first proposed, she had gone in expecting a few hard hip tosses, a submission or two, and a facesit. What she got was an absolute war with a sexual demon. Never before had she ever been challenged like this… or been lost so deeply in another woman's eyes. She couldn't help but blush at the gentle fingers slipping over her face, brushing back strands of blazing hair.

With lidded eyes she leaned into the kiss, wanting more but only getting the smallest peck. Dirty tease. She breathed out a soft sigh, lowering her head back into the oil. "You're really bad for business." The Bride of Flames huffed, giving her crisp blue eyes a small roll... but something suddenly clicked in her mind. Unsure of where to go from here, at the mercy of the Brazilian woman nestled down lovingly on top of her. It was up to them to reset the match as they saw fit between falls. There was nothing stopping the banging biker from diving back in and taking another win off of the martial artist to secure the whole match past the idea of fair sport. They were both past that now though.

"Can I ask you something?" The redhead inquired softly, leaning herself up into the other woman to overtly kiss her neck. Cool oil soaked fingers slipped up the other woman's side, leaving a thick slicked trail across her skin. She worked her palms into the beautiful tanned body of her opponent, making sure any dry spot shined anew. "When you aren't wrestling for AFW, what are you doing?" A knee slowly rose as her sole dragged along the ground, leaving a small wake of oil that slowly filled itself back in. Gently, she pushed off the ground, trying to ease Devine off of her to lay beside her on the floor.

The crowd was eager for this battle to reach a climax, in a couple of different ways. Bet were being made and changed. Sides were being taken. The Bride was still the house favorite, but Devine had created a small, impassioned fanbase, with some of them proclaiming she would take Eriko’s place and usher in a new age of oil based domination.

Devine didn’t hate the sound of that, but it wasn’t what she was here for, and it certainly wasn’t her concern at the moment. Her only thought now was on the beauty beneath, laying there in a state of bliss. She could’ve stayed like this for a while, actually. All night, if they’d let her. She was so soft and smooth, their bodies fit so well together. So much to feel, so much to smell, so much to taste. This was the kind of scene that could be cherished.

”You say that, but you’re not thinking it through.” She tilted her head up towards the cheering fans. ”I’m sure they’d pay good money to see us wrestle every night. And I’m sure we could keep it entertaining.”

She hummed as the Bride kissed her neck and tensed her body wherever she touched, pressing against those palms, wanting as much contact as possible. Her eyes had been closed, but that question brought them back to life.

”You can ask me anything.” She didn’t fight as Eriko moved out from underneath her, coming to rest beside the fiery maiden. Elbow propped up, she took the Venus pose and ran a finger along the redhead’s midsection, feeling the tight muscle. ”Little old me? Nothing too interesting. I’m in a motorcycle gang, the Valkyries. Ride around town, hang out, races, certain illegal activities...you know. Biker gang stuff.”

She tipped her head to the side as her finger made a circle around Eriko’s bellybutton. ”Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”

"They are going to start expecting this sort of thing now you know. None of the other regulars could even compete… I should know, I beat them all without breaking a sweat." It was mostly true. The lovely roster of girls they had in the Pit weren't exactly top shelf fighters. Just a bunch of pretty women looking to make a bit of yen on the side. It paid well, win or lose, and she always made sure they looked good in defeat and stayed happy and healthy. She was pretty sure Devine would eat all of them alive in any singles bout… she was somewhat curious what that would look like. With a soft snicker she imagined it would be pretty similar to how some of this match had gone. She had never really given much thought into just how capable hentai wrestlers could actually be up until tonight.

A brief reprieve seemed to be on the menu, which worked for the redhead. While endurance hadn't ever really been an issue before a match this fierce and lengthy had certainly pushed her to new limits. It would be something she would have to work on should her new employers over at AFW week to try making matches like this more regular. Mirroring Devine she eased into a sidelong lounge, mindful to keep an elbow tucked and a good drifted back to prevent herself from being rolled over just in case the biker had any ideas of jumping right back into things. For now though she focused on breathing and listening, things her training and normal job prepared her for quite well.

A thin red brow arched at the mention of illicit activities. She could certainly see Devine head to toe in tight leathers and a slick jacket those hiker types were depicted in. There was a very laissez-faire "where the winds blow" aura around her, the type that would certainly fit in nicely with Defined supposed lifestyle. It wasn't uncommon she spoke to people with alleged criminal dealings. Omah Yōkai was a long standing fixture of the Omotesando fashion district, they frequently played host to patrons who were with various branches of yakuza. The difference there was they never really talked about doing illegal things and the girls were dissuaded from prying for culpability purposes by the owner. Either Devine was pulling her leg or really had no filter… the latter seemed quite plausible.

"No." The redhead responded with a bubbly air of interest, slipping into old habits. The other woman had almost gotten a giggle out of her as well prompting the redhead to gently place a hand on Devine's wrist to ease it away from roaming her midsection. Questions like this came up all the time when she conversed with patrons. Asking her about fancy cars or exotic means of travel. She lived a fairly timid life outside of the whirlwind of excitement AFW had started to offer her. The difference here was Devine wasn't asking if she had been on a motorcycle to give a frame of reference for an anecdote, it sounded like it was a subtle offer. She tilted her head, mimicking the other woman's own motion to look at her eye to eye directly.

"Why do you ask?" The interest was certainly there but what fun was there to be simply going along. It was more fun to play coy and tease it out of the other girl directly. She tried to keep her hand over top of the biker's, idly rolling her thumb over the back of her knuckles as they spoke. It was a bit exciting thinking of this woman across from her as some hardened bad girl, especially given their back and forth. There was an allure that had been unable to be placed that now made so much more sense.

She hadn't. Just the answer Devine wanted to hear.

”Because I need to take you on a ride.” Her words weren’t chosen at random, either - when she said ‘need’, she meant it. She could see the two of them on her wheels, buzzing through the Kyoto streets in a blaze of flashing lights, weaving through traffic on the highway, soaring along the asphalt. She was a woman of many talents, but her skills on the road were ones that she had little opportunity to show off. Eriko was a perfect candidate.

”It’s the closest you’ll get to flying. Not sitting in a plane, watching the clouds pass by, but truly flying. The air around you, whipping your hair around, seeing the ground move beneath your feet, and the power between your legs…” She placed her other hand on top of the Eriko, gently laying it on top of the pile as looked straight into the Bride’s fiery eyes. She was still playful, still light, but there was seriousness, here, too. It wasn’t some idle fantasy. ”I want to share that with you. That world. Just once. I want to share other things with you, too, but that...” She tapped her chin and nodded. ”That’s special.”

Whether Eriko realized it or not, she was giving Divine something rare, now - the chance to lay around and talk with another woman on her own level. Teases and flirts, the both of them. Mako and Stone, Reiko and the other girls, they were all fun to hang out with, but they never could quite keep up with her. This was different. Refreshing. She knew women all the time, but this was a woman she wanted to know.

She hoped there would be more time for it later, sincerely. For now, though, there was a match to finish, and a crowd waiting to be fed.

Taking the lead, Divine slipped her hands away, slithering them from, and brought her leg around until she was on her knees. Palms flat, eyes forward, she took position and waited for Eriko to follow suit, arching her back in preparation for the pounce.

Eriko traveled the world most days she worked at the hostess club, not really in body but spirit. The gentlemen who arrived in need of good company almost always had interesting stories to tell about places far from Japan, places she wanted to visit but only could within the confines of her imagination. Likewise, there were things she had never done that were always in the back of her mind, waiting to be compiled onto a bucket list when she finally worked up the money and the courage to venture away from the familiar and into the great unknown. While riding a motorcycle hadn't been one of those things, it had not taken much from Devine to convince her it should be.

She could practically see the toad beneath them flying by and hear the roar of a revving engine. Arms wrapped around Devine as she took her for her first-ever ride to wherever she wanted. The countryside perhaps? She didn't need to know a destination or want to know, the mystery of it all only added to her desire to do it more. Just a small taste of what it could feel like to be free and wild for a time before slipping back into her work and other duties back home. It would be a nice break, something she had earned.

The look in Devine's eye hadn't escaped her, if anything it had been the final thing to convince her this was a journey worth taking with a stranger she had only just met. It was hard to tell if it was just the haze of the sex or the exhaustion of combat, but she felt the undeniable connection between them. She could see it in people who visited her in the past, who needed to have someone to share themselves with, someone they could open up to. It was part of being rohostess, someone who could listen and take interest. Her kind heart and open mind had made her good at her job, able to empathize expertly with those she spoke to but it was a rare thing where her interests aligned with her clients. This however felt like one of those times two minds were in sync and both women just wanted to share themselves with one another. Not just physically, but perhaps emotionally as well. It was a good thing, a healthy thing.

Eriko found herself giving the other woman's hand a gentle squeeze as she spoke, quietly listening until the end. When they separated, she couldn't help but smile as she wordlessly sat herself up with a labored effort. This had been exactly what she needed to help clear her head. This had been the single most challenging bout she had ever had, even including her spars against accomplished martial artists in her training. Some may have thought it crude how things had turned into a lewd exchange in the end with what once had been an open competition, but Eriko found it beautiful. Spreading her knees in the oil she twisted her body to more of a side angle, hands coming up defensively in what appeared to be some manner of traditional form, modified for both women being on their knees. She drew in a deep breath, drawing in all her soreness, all that exhaustion and exhaled tranquility of mind and body. It was time to finish this.

Remembering Brazil. The dances. The clubs. As much as Divine loved performing and yearned to be on the stage, there were parts of her that craved what came before and after those heated moments even more. The time she spent practicing her routines and working the poles, making sure she had the proper balance to handle her twirls. She could spend hours, even days, on a single move, wanting to have it down to a science before she presented it to the masses, knowing that all the looks and cheers she received would be worth it. It was the life she lived for, the thrill and the rush of it all.

And yet, none of it compared to the look Eriko was giving her now, that smoldering gaze. It was a hard thing to put into words. Sexual attraction, yes, but not only that. Magnetism. This was a woman she could be with in the general sense, that she wanted to have around her, that she wanted to share experiences. It could be the beginning of something amazing, something wonderful...or nothing at all. But she was eager, either way.

The Bride didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. She merely moved back into her position as Divine did the same, as the two of them prepared to bring this to a close. Eager to win, eager to see what came next. Tempting as it was to rush in and try to take this beauty all at once, her instincts advised differently. There was a calmness on the redhead’s face, this calm coolness. Careful, careful.

Divine moved to the side, prowling around Eriko’s perimeter on hands and knees, her gaze never leaving for a moment, looking for even the smallest hints. After a few seconds of finding nothing, she took her chances - ducking low, she moved towards her foe’s legs, only to rise up at the last second and go for that bountiful chest instead, trying to wrap her arms around the redhead’s body and drag her hard to the mat.