Li-Mei vs Kim Rhee - Chrysalis

Even though Kim was far from being the heaviest person, the weight on her back was still uncomfortable as it is being stretched towards her limits. Her fists clenched, all in efforts to block the pain, Kim’s skilful hands that roam around her body aided that to an extent before a jolt of pain came back to break it all down again. Panting, letting out a few lewd moans out, Li-Mei had to endure it all, even as her back might as well be screaming bloody murder right now, her legs kicked along the canvas. It was not at all an enjoyable experience, even if it’s one-sided. “At least…ahhh...someone is…ghh!…enjoying…themselves…” Oxygen was starting to be somewhat of a problem too, thanks to the chokehold that Kim has a hold on her.

And unlike previous moments, there wasn’t anything that Li-Mei could do to offer back, only some banter that she had to give out with a raspy voice. Kim was being true to her word that she had a lot to give. And the Korean was giving a lot indeed. Just not in ways that the Oriental Rose would have liked.

At least it’s not all pain, however. One of her breasts would be freed from her one-piece, giving Kim more options on what to do with it. Li-Mei letting out a gasp as soon as her fingers went with tweaking her exposed nipple. And then Li-Mei letting out a different kind of gasp as soon as she felt her body being rolled with her and she’s not resting on her front.

Huh. At least she’s considerate.

Though the Oriental Rose figured it’s because of Kim wanting that chance to speak with her. At least it could be done in a manner that didn’t have her crying out in submission…not that it would mean anything unless she had her orgasm forced out. Though she was pretty hot and bothered with all of this and the breast play wouldn’t relent, but the pain in her back did at least. Li-Mei laid over Kim, the chokehold not as tight, but there is still some resistance there. The camel clutch swapped out for her legs wrapping around her slim waist. There was still some control, not going all too hard, but enough so that speech wouldn’t be compromised as Kim asked a question. A philosophical one at that. “*gasps* My...purpose?” Not a question one would expect from inside a ring, let alone a hentai match, but she seemed quite serious in wondering what Li-Mei had to say. “Well this…is what I enjoy doing. Fighting…fucking…meeting beautiful women like yourself…I get to do what I like…do as I please…enjoy every chance of doing so.” Her head tilted to the side, or at least as much as she could with Kim’s arms in the way. “…Although, why do you ask this?”

Saif had to be careful with the pressure she applied here, not wanting to go too far in her administration of pain, careful not to squeeze too hard and send Li-Mei into fluttering unconsciousness. This wasn't merely about winning, after all, but about spreading His word to all the corners of the world, about bringing souls to their cause, and she could scarcely do that with a sleeping foe.

No, this task called for a firm but gentle hand, a steadfast heart, and she could only hope hers had developed enough for the task.

So she was on her back now, keeping Li-Mei under control. The crowd hardly seemed to mind, cheering this sudden shift to a more erotic position, but Saif paid them little mind, as if they were nothing more than flies buzzing in the wind. All her attention was devoted to the damsel in he clutches. ”No, no.” She chided Li-Mei, like a mother with her failing child. ”Those are distractions. Pleasures. Flotsam in the stream of life. You and I both enjoy the feel of a woman against our bodies, we are alike in this…”

With her legs crossed into a figure-four, she began to rub her heel against Li-Mei’s most private part, stimulating her, stroking her, lighting her loins on fire.

”...but you need more in your life. You need a path. Direction.” She squeezed tighter and pressed closer, whispering into Li-Mei. ”What if I told you there was someone like that? Someone who could lead you to your true purpose? Would you like to meet such a man?”

It stings but Li-Mei would be able to rest her back for now, despite not out of the woods just yet. There was no point in struggling now, any attempts in doing so will tire her out even further. Although the rear naked choke isn't lax in it's pressure, it's not so much that breathing and talking was an impossible task to do. Which she could count as a blessing that Kim preferred to talk rather than just going for the kill.

That's not to say she's multitasking. Her hand still on her breasts and giving playful tweaks, still adding the erotic flair to things. She hasn't lost sight of her goal but it seems she wanted something else. Ergo the question that she asked.

And truth be told, it wasn't something that's expected from a setting like this. Was it a time and a place to have a discussion about this? Well, stranger things have happened in AFW before.

So Li-Mei did answer, just not the kind of answer that Kim was looking for. Although the admission that they at least share the same kind of pleasures is nice. No, she wanted to go deeper about it. All the while her legs shifted into a figure four and her heel rubbing up against her sex. Letting out a gasp, Kim would feel her form shudder as a result. One of her hand came down just to stroke at the thigh, rolling down on it, the sudden pulse of pressure making her pause but she would eventually continue and just let her fingers massage at the sole underneath the back of her knee in a playful, yet sensual manner.

"Oh?" Her eyes looked to the side. Whispering back to Kim. "If it's to do with some religion, then I must respectfully decline on the offer." Path? Direction? Truth be told, with the way she sounded it all, it sounded like a religion. And she was mostly done with it when she left China.

Saif had every intention of winning this match, whether she was successful in setting Li-Mei on the right path or not. Her goal was to win her soul over, yes, but also to show the world what He offered, to make them see the kind of transformation he could bring into their lives if they only worked to His favor.  She had been a wretch, weak and pitiful, the sort that this woman would’ve had no trouble defeating before. Now she was better, smarter, stronger, and they could all share in such blessings if they walked the same path.

This was to be an example. This was to be a testament.

So she kept her pressure on, and continued her lewd work, and she was more than happy to let her opponent massage her foot. A pleasant distraction, but nothing to worry about - it was clear who held the power in the moment, and her feet were quite tired. Her opponent would no doubt feel the callouses, the wear, the scars that had been built up in her time away, and the soothing touch was welcomed relief. Certainly something her Master could come to enjoy.

Li-Mei’s body told the story well enough, responding well to her heel’s attention. Curious to see what her options where, Saif unlocked her scissorhold, just enough to slip a foot and brush aside the bottom of Li-Mei's garment, slipping it aside to explore underneath. Was she wearing anything below, or was she brave enough to do a hentai match with only one layer.? She would learn the truth of it soon enough, and once she did, she resume her stroking, closer to the prize underneath than before.

”Religion?” The word brought confusion, then a genuine laugh to Saif’s lips, lips that would then proceed to softly press against Li-Mei’s cheek. ”What I offer is more than ‘religion’. Those are false gods, idols made by mortal men. No, what I bring to you is a relationship, a chance to know one who could bring you the peace and happiness you truly deserve. A chance to serve. A chance to live.”

She sighed in ecstasy at the thought and thrust her hips forward, grinding against Li-Mei’s back, as her fingers dug deep into the tender flesh of her breast, caressing it like it was her own. ”A gift. A true gift.”

Now Li-Mei is just wondering what excatly Kim has been doing in the past few months.

There was something off, she couldn't put a finger on it, but there was something there that caused some consern. The Chinese woman wouldn't show those doubts just yet, rather just biding her time and hearing a bit more from this woman. But what she does know is that there is something else to Kim other than the fact that she is stronger, smarter, faster, and just all around better.

Although the more time passes, the more danger she would be in terms of the match not going into her favor. She's not in the driver's seat, not in a position of power. Could Li-Mei have gotten out of this? It's possible. Kim wasn't locking in the hold too tight, wasn't exerting much power. A twist here, throw in an elbow and some heavy struggling would likely be all it really took to pull her way out of the jam.

But her body didn’t want out of it. Not with that heel grinding at her pussy, those breasts against her back and that whispering in her ear. It was all too tempting, too sultry to simply let go. She was a slave to her own desire, and why not? It was something to enjoy at the very least and it turns out Kim was liking the massage. The kind of wear they have gone through all these years. She'll at least give them some care and bring some much needed relief.

And Kim was kind enough reward as such, easing the pressure on the scissorhold, a foot sliding down, slipping inside and past the garment of Li-Mei's attire, and finding that yes, she was indeed wearing one layer. Of course she would, it makes things easier for her to slip out and go naked. Practical reasons of course. Though of course that means there's easier access and Li let out a soft moan as soon as that foot resumed with the stroking, her loins burning and her sex moistened, very receptive to it's touch, her hips thrusting up, grinding her crotch against Kim's foot, milking it for all that is worth.

Kim did laugh all of a sudden, apparently it's not a religion that Kim was offering but more than that. And with the way she described it all, it was as if this was the best experience a human could get. How... interesting. But there was one thing, one reservation that, the Oriental Rose had.

"Sounds all well and good. Although that relationship with the man that you mentioned...was that decision made out of your free will...or were you forced to serve him, Kim?"

This was already going better than Saif had planned, she had to concede that much. She thought back to her match with Abid, how blind she had been at the time, how much she had resisted the message - a stubborn, prideful woman. Was it wrong to think that Li-Mei would be in a similar boat, that she would resist and fling the same foolish insults. It was all too pleasant of a surprise to learn that her foe was more curious, seemed to at least have an open mind about it all. That was clay she could work with.

For the moment, she focused on her work, as Li-Mei began to lose herself in the lust of the moment. Thrusting about, pushing forward, Saif could likely have done nothing and still enjoyed the result she craved. Li-Mei was determined to work herself on the heel now, speeding her towards a loss, her concerns for winning the match either forgotten or ignored. Saif, for her part, was all too willing to let such a thing occur. She wanted to finish the woman herself, but the rules stipulated no such thing. It was all to her benefit.

She moved her foot back, just enough to switch the heel out for her toes, and began to work Li-Mei’s pussy with her toes, giving her a more intricate pleasure. She ran them along the middle, pressing and squeeze, pushing into the sensitive folds. Li-Mei was ripe, so ripe, and she was sure the woman would fall to her tactics any minute now. Her only wish that was the experience did not leave her too drained to speak. They had such interesting things to discuss.

Li-Mei’s question was a troubling one, but not one that Saif could not answer. It was a question she had pondered herself often, and the reply was one she had repeated to herself on many occaisions.

”I was shown the truth.” Her answer was thoughtful, wistful, recalling the experience. ”I walked in the darkness, unable to see the light, and He pulled me towards it. If a man saves another from a burning building, must he wait for consent before doing so? If one sees a child drowning, must permission be asked before he can be saved?”

She shook her head and sighed, her cooling breath sweeping across Li-Mei’s face. ”We are children, sister, and a parent must act in his child’s best interest - whether the child wills it or not.”

Oooookayyy, more red flags are showing.

She wasn’t all set on the kind of answer that Kim had given her, the vibes Li-Mei were getting from her are all the more noticeable the more they discuss. The answer isn’t as straightforward as she would have liked, however, that is to be expected. Around the similar lines of the “why does a bird flap its wings” question. All with their own flaws to the reasoning behind it. At least if one what to think logically about it.

Which, to be honest, was taking her mind out of the experience of it all. At least the sex part, what they were here for. That’s not to say that she was not enjoying this at all, even she herself was getting just a tad bit greedy when it comes to her lust. Well, why not indulge as she chats with this woman? The Oriental Rose wondered if she gotten better in the erotic arts as well as her combat skills, if that mysterious man taught her that or this is merely something she had learnt way beforehand. If it was the latter than it felt like as if those skills haven’t dulled in her absence. Kim’s toes were welcoming as they pressed against Li-Mei’s sweet spot with pinpoint precision, making the Chinese woman shudder and shudder some more. She bit her lip, doing her best to stifle the moans and to not give too much away – though it seemed to be a hard task considering how effective she was in using them, as if she had it down to hard science.

Li-Mei’s body was at war with itself. One half wanted freedom and do something about that chokehold. The other wished to succumb to the deft, heavenly foot and the masterful breast groping that was rapidly working her towards the sweetest of bliss, Li-Mei herself helping that very outcome herself. Every sensation, every twitch, every wimper was just another white flag, showing where the tide of war was turning. At least that is until she heard that answer.

“Interesting.” She said within a sigh that came out, her own wet pussy was reaching that point that Kim was seeking. Getting too greedy, Li. Cut it out. “Sounds like…he did much for you…and if you wanna serve him for it...then you do you…” Her body shifted much, getting a feel of her body behind her and where she might be. “..But…if I was to ever serve…it’s definitely to no man.”

Soon as the last word escaped her lips, she suddenly fired her elbow back, bringing it down and looking to blast Kim right on her nose before escaping her clutches.

It was disheartening, in the end. All of it. Truly.

Saif felt that she was making progress on two fronts, both in the sexual and spiritual realms. Her campaign to claim Li-Mei’s body had gone splendidly, exhibiting true dominance of her opponent’s most sacred functions. She had been on this precipice enough times to recognize when another was about to fall off it, and she could sense all the telltale signs in Li-Mei’s body as her efforts began to bear fruit. The quickening heart, shallow breaths, the loins overflowing with sweet nectar. She was going to cum and cum soon, a wonderful explosion of ecstasy.

Furthermore, it seemed like her words were beginning to reach the younger woman, swaying her towards the truth. She seemed a little hesitant, and that was to be expected, but she had not soundly rejected the offer, either. This was good. This was progress. This was something she could work with.

So, when Li-Mei rejected her with those final words, her disappointment was palpable, a true sorrow, for all of the two seconds before she was hit in the nose by a wild elbow.

The blow took her by surprise and sent her reeling, releasing Li-Mei from her clutches. Saif shrieked and rolled away to grasp her face, shaking her head as the smell of copper began to fill her nostrils. She was far too stunned to process that at the moment, however, and grabbed the ropes, hoping to pull her way up to her feet, hoping to recoup before Li-Mei could capitalize.

Make no mistake, Kim was good. Really good. Li-Mei liked to believe that she was a bit better at covering things than most, but there was only so much the Chinese woman could convince to ignore before things became too much not to. Even without Li-Mei’s help in the matter, Kim’s foot was skilled enough to get to the desired ending she wanted, Li-Mei feeling the wonderful, euphoric pleasure as she is washed away in the waves of ecstasy. With how wet her pussy was, giving natural lubrication to her toes, she was near to bursting. And her body was giving so many tells for the Korean that the end was nigh. Li-Mei was close. Very close.

Keyword, close.

The elbow pumped the brakes on this pleasure train, Kim’s face scrunching and the shriek that followed. It pained her to do so, especially to someone that hot. She seemed actually genuine in bringing Li-Mei to “salvation”, at least that is the abridged version. And while she was at least kind enough to hear Kim out, the whole sales pitch wasn’t something that captivated Li-Mei. She ain’t ready for that kind of thing. Probably would never be.

“Ahhh…nnghuuuh…” She panted as she rolled on her belly, grasping at her throat, while her hand covered her throbbing pussy. Her legs kicked at the floor, sexual frustration isn’t the best feeling but, to be fair, Li-Mei denied herself from that orgasm. To be able to feel that high, right as she was near to touch it. The Oriental Rose was perhaps the worse off, but she scored that hard blow. If only she could get up. Quickly would be nice.

“Ah jeez…” Li-Mei muttered to herself. She’s okay saying that, right? It’s not as if she is saying “Jesus” right after Kim made that kind of effort. The Chinese woman grasped at the bottom ropes with one hand on the opposite side of Kim, the pain in her back still stinging and she had been in that chokehold for quite a while. But this was still a match. Cupping her throat, she used the ropes for support, using one rope before the higher one and then the top. “Look...for all that it’s worth…I’m sorry…but serving...men…to be honest…not for me...maybe a woman?” Li-Mei rolled her neck around, getting up to her feet, seeing Kim right on the ropes while taking in as much air in her lungs as she possibly could. She wants to get there as fast as she could, capitalize on the chance that is laid for her. But at the same time knew not to go in too quickly, get some oxygen, and recuperate enough for herself to be effective.

Once she did that, Li-Mei dashed away from her side towards Kim and once she is close enough, brought up her knee, seeking to aim it straight at the Korean’s body while she is at the ropes!

Saif wasn’t bothered by the pain, not really. Pain was a friend, one that she had come to know so well recently, and she would never be deterred by such a strike. The feeling was transitory, a symptom of her weak flesh. She could take it, soldier through it, and even the possibility of a bleeding nose was nothing but a passing thought. This, too, would pass.

But what she could not, would not, abide with was disrespect, and there was much of it to go around in this moment.

She rose to her feet, shaking her head and wiping the blood away from her nose, leaving a reddish smear in its place. Li-Mei spoke her disapproval, clearly not understanding the gift she was being offered, and Saif could only wonder if she was solely to blame. Had she not been clear? Did she not spread the message with simple language? Why was she falling on deaf, disbelieving ears?

But then again, she was a woman, and could only do so much. Bringing the blind into the light was one thing, but she couldn’t force closed eyes to open. If Li-Mei refused to be shown, she would suffer the loss, and the consequences.

She steeled herself as Li-Mei came in and leaped her way, launching into her with the furious knee. It crashed hard into her midsection, and even her hardened abs could only do so much to absorb the blow. She reeled back and might have fallen if not for the ropes, which she grabbed and clung to it tight, staying on her two feet. For the moment.