A Mad Love Match-Up! (Alexia Jackson vs Death Bunny)

The twisted mixture of passion and violence writhed on the ground in form of both women, struggling and thrashing about as Alexia swung for short-ranged hooks into Death Bunny's side as their breasts mashed and grounded into each other, gleeful moans escaped Alexia's mouth and into DB's before the Grim Hopper would power out from underneath the Harlequin to roll the two over with authority. Pinned underneath her lovely Bunny, Alexia's punching stopped momentarily as Death Bunny's began, throwing powerful bombs in her ribcage in response. Grunts and moans would vibrate out of Alexia's lips and onto Death Bunny's, still refusing to break the lip lock as Alexia was getting everything she wanted.

But she wanted more. The gluttonous hunger that the crazed woman had was not easily sated even as she took the rocking blows from the enraged reaper! Instead of wilting, she blossomed into action as she reached up with her free hand, grabbing onto the short bright purple hair of DB before yanking harshly on it, using a handicap to force over another roll to get back on top as she would resume with her wild hooks back into DB's side!

Don't ask. D.B. couldn't quite explain what the hell was going on here herself even if she tried. Though the lack of coherent answers towards any of this, the absence of familiarity, the intrigue that came with the unknown, somehow made it that much more irresistible. The savage pairing passionately brutalizing the other with booming haymakers depending on who was mounted at the time, the Bunny Reaper feeling the jester's frame undulate and convulse beneath her own thanks to those stiff swipes of hers. The maniacally lust-driven, tongue swishing smooch never being broken and rather had the opposite effect of both parties mashing their writhing softness deeper into the other.

Being flipped about to be the bottom once again all came with a muffled mutter right into Alexia's lush lips thanks to the harlequin tugging on her hair. Knowing what was coming next didn't make the experience any more pleasant once those hooks started being embedded into her rib-cage once more. She gurgled and groaned with a scrunched face, tasting the gleeful madness on her foe's lips but exhaling through her flared nostrils in an attempt to roll them over. By clawing her gloved hands into the jester's pig-tailed hair, D.B. intended to leverage her head slightly backward to end the smooch with a juicy pop of their lips and deep breathing...all before wrenching her head back and crunching their craniums together in a headbutt, mushing their foreheads together afterward in a stunned daze.

The makeout ball of violence continued to roll across the ground, Alexia got on top again of Death Bunny as she swung hard with another hook, her body movements being more forceful and grounded into Death Bunny's body in tune with her fist as not only did she try to put more force into the blow but to also grind her body harder into her lovely Bunny, breasts mashing together underneath their tops while the tongues continued to writhe and slam into each other.

Feeling DB starting to roll into her, Alexia tried to shove down harder with her body to keep her icon of twisted affection pinned to the ground, but a handful of hair with the handy hold of her pigtail forced Alexia to comply as her head twisted while the rest of her body followed. Their lips finally parted loudly as moans and cries escaped Alexia's mouth before she was finally toppled and back on the floor. It didn't take long for Death Bunny to climb up on top of her, pinning Alexia down again as the Harlequin's first reaction was to reach up to try and grab onto the short purple hair, but before she could the skull of death came crashing down into her's!

The loud thunk of heads meeting rang out as Alexia's head jerked back into the floor as her brain was rattled, moaning out as she laid on the floor stunned!

Parted though their lips may have been, D.B. could still taste the crimson lipstick and depraved passion Alexia brought to that impromptu, downright feral smooch. Knocking craniums put the Hellish Hopper into just as much of a concussed tailspin as Alexia. One that had her laying supine atop the harlequin to a mushed compression of their breasts and exchanged pants of warmed over air.  A position of intimacy perverted by the mangled violence they unleashed upon each-other, but one that had D.B. frazzled beyond reproach and just begging for a huge bucket of ice water to dump on herself to cool down from this enthralled state of fuzzy-headed, bunny eared passion.

The fatigued bunny girl gradually arising from atop the harlequins sweat smushed warmth, although with scarlet crimson on her rosy cheeks and half-lidded dullness to her eyes. A defenseless opponent normally being an invitation for her to batter that person into a pummeled stupor, but all D.B. could do for now was manage to crawl over towards the nearby bed and sit on her butt beside it. Panting laboriously and in a stunned daze that had equal parts to do with the headbutt as it did from how worked up she was from that knockdown, drag-out make-out session.  Getting this worked up was never a good sign for her in any of her matches, let alone this particular type of scintillating affair...

The throbbing pain in her head from the sudden meeting of skulls, Alexia laid on her back as she writhed underneath Death Bunny as the full weight came pressing down, smashing their breasts together and outward as the two had a moment’s rest from the ferocious liplock and the twisted fight they were having. Alexia’s arms squirmed about, rubbing on the rugs underneath her as she felt the weight of D.B. moving off of her as she herself moved away in the opposite direction.

With her body dulled from the blow to the head, she needed a moment to clear herself out as she crawled towards the dresser across of the bed, sitting against it as she looked across to her Bunny. She saw the look on her face, she was still fighting against the urge. Alexia wanted all that Death Bunny had to give, she needed to push a bit more for her to truly embrace this fight!

Her face was as twisted as ever, the corner of her lips curled up as her mouth was open, gasping for air as her eyes were wide and pupils focused on the beautiful woman of pain in front of her as her arms smacked into the dresser, beginning to pull herself upwards to a standing base!

Similar to Alexia, but to a lesser extent, D.B. needed time all her own to catch her breath now that she wasn't ferociously sucking face with the crazed jester lady. A similar shade of red lipstick now decorating D.B's soft lips as well after one hell of a malicious make-out session, one just as deranged and demented as the harlequin who hungrily slapped it on her. The taste of unbridled passion on her lips, be it psychopathic or not, was what made D.B. keep thinking back to it...even while she was supposedly trying to clear her head and get it back into the game whilst still propped up against the bed behind her.

"...*pant*...pant*..." D.B. centered her wearied vision upon the twisted jester to her side cackling to herself, the Undead Hopper reacting with cantankerous seriousness as she arose alongside Alexia by clamping onto the mattress. At that point lumbering over towards her once vertical, grimacing from the throbbing head pains but treading onward regardless. Casting a bunny-eared shadow over the clown lady whose gotten her all flustered, but repaying that in a less than appreciative way. Namely by wedging her forearm against Alexia's neck to hold her up against the dresser, before reaching back and walloping her jutted out breasts with an open-handed slap before backing off.

Alexia’s ascent to her feet was slow, her feet slipping underneath her but not because she was in pain or fatigued. Her body was so amped up that the nerves were overreacting and unable to steady. But that was what she wanted, she wanted this violent, fierce, and sexual fight to be as much as it could be now that she had her Bunny all to herself.

As she got to her feet, Death Bunny was on her and forcing her to bend back over the dresser and arch back to expose her breasts. A loud smack soon echoed out as the hand smacked across her barely covered breasts, the tank top doing little to protect it as Alexia’s eyes widened and hollered out. But like a true animal, Alexia lashed right back as both of her hands shot out even if she couldn’t see her targets as they tried to lock themselves on Death Bunny’s bountiful chest and squeezed as hard as they could, digging her nails into them and the tube top she wore!

Bringing down the open-palmed thunder upon any women's breasts usually had them reeling in breathless agony and experiencing a newfound appreciation for being able to breathe normally without feeling like your chest was on fire. And while doling out this lesson to Alexia was indeed the most exquisite of cathartic pleasures, the jester lady was anything but normal. And therefore reacted to the blistering torment with immediate and savage ferocity.

All centered solely on the Grim Hopper's bunny boobs being clawed into with feral maliciousness sinking deeply into her supple tit flesh. Seething in maddened fury and teeth-gnashing grimace, D.B. clamped onto both of the harlequins' arms while inadvertently backpedaling a step...and accidentally tripping over the fluffy throw-rug behind them. A hardened thump of a landing following with a frazzled, stunned bunny girl arms and legs flopping akimbo and groaning beneath the maniacal harlequin seated astride her slim abdomen.

Alexia tore into the tube top as she clawed on Death Bunny’s jugs with a ferocious approach, shoving off of the dresser and charging into D.B., expecting the pair to go all the way to the bed. They didn’t even make a step as her Bunny tripped over the thick rug, falling back as the Reaper’s hands were locked to her arms, dragging Alexia down with her as they once again took their fight down.

Alexia only needed a second to recover, landing on her knees as her hands refused to break off of D.B., watching her flail in her grasp. The twisted smile on Alexia’s painted face only grew along with her giggle, evolving into a maniacal laughter as would release the breasts for a second to grab at the middle of the tight fitting tube top.

Not to be denied the succulent flesh that she was craving, Alexia tried to pull apart the top, looking to rip it right off of Death Bunny!

Unorthodox, scrappy counters were just one of the more...lovely delights, that came from tangling with Alexia. Someone whom fighting against feels akin to wrangling down a wild animal, ferociously fighting and clawing back with feral savagery like an untamed predator. And of course this clown just had to sink those fingers into her sensitive tit flesh with all that maniacal enthusiasm until D.B. didn't even remember the carpet at her feet until she'd already hit the floor after tripping back over it.

The back of her bunny-eared head taking the brunt of the backpedaling collision, clunking her hard and knocking her senseless with her fanatical admirer mounted atop her and nothing but indecent thoughts in mind. The Grim Hopper thankfully unawares to what was going on around here with an almost blissful innocence on her face when her black top was torn off, a swaying jiggle to her perfectly abundant breasts and pinkish hue to her nipples now exposed for all the world to witness...and marvel at.