Too Long

If Kozue were being honest, she’d made the decision to ask Mariko for another match a long time ago, maybe even right after their first time. That match…

She’d had all kinds of memorable bouts, but none of them came back to her like theirs had. She swore, she left that match a better wrestler than she had been before, pushed in ways she’d never been against any other opponent. She had to use more stamina, had to be more creative, had to bust out of every trick and come up with a few new ones just to handle Mariko. It had been the greatest test of her career, and even though she failed, she didn’t look back at it like a loss.

It, more than any other match, had come back to her while she trained with Benikage. If there was one surefire way to show if she’d improved, it would be finding out if she could beat her greatest rival.

Plus, there were so many itches that she needed to scratch with this woman.

Mariko accepted. Of course Mariko accepted. There was never a doubt in Kozue’s mind that she would, but it was nice to hear the confirmation, to know that she was just as excited for it as she was. With a happy giggle, she brought her head back up, pressing their faces together again. ”And not like last time. This time? One hour. Iron Man. Whoever gets the most knockout wins. That way, I get to put you to sleep again.” A kiss. ”And again. Another kiss. ”And again.” And one more for the road.

She took a moment to admire the thick sheen of saliva on Mariko’s lips, before she pushed up and parted from her lover. But that didn’t mean they were done just yet, and as she started to slide forward and let her crotch rub along Mariko’s stomach as she went, she made her next intentions all too clear. The fiendish grin on her face was a solid clue, too, and if that weren’t enough, her words would seal it.

”And I’m about to get in a little more practice.”

Mariko didn’t put a lot of thought into what her favorite match of hers was, or what she thought her best match was. Yamato kept up with online chatter about that sort of thing and frequently liked to share other people’s opinions on that matter with her, even though she seldom asked for it. But not counting the people who ranked her matches based on the sex appeal, the two matches most commonly referred to as Mariko’s best match were her tag title match with Yamato against the United Kingdom Elite, and her Smother Match with Kozue.

If Mariko was ever pressed to pick her favorite between them, the Kozue match would be her choice in a heartbeat. The tag match was an outstanding match, but thinking about it often just reminded her of how the feeling of letting Yamato down had left her horribly depressed for roughly a month afterward. The match with Kozue had been every bit as exciting, and was always a joy for Mariko to relive in her mind. Recalling all the different ways they had smothered each other and everything that had come after the match was a collective thrill she would remember fondly as long as she lived. And now Kozue wanted to do it again, in a one-hour Iron Man match. She felt pretty sure not even a shot at the world title would excite her as much as this did.

Mariko giggled while Kozue repeatedly kissed her, and told her between each kiss that she was going to knock her out. Was it weird that turned her on?

“I can’t wait to see you try,” she replied, before Kozue pushed herself up. Mariko thought for a moment she was about to get off of her, but the ninja did just the opposite, instead beginning to move up her body. Her lover’s crotch rubbed right over her stomach, drawing a soft purr from Mariko while Kozue moved higher and higher up. That and the almost lustful grin told her exactly what was coming next.

“By all means, mistress~” she said, playfully licking her lips. Kozue had already smothered her unconscious with her ass, now it seemed she wanted to do the same with her sex. Just like the last smother, Mariko eagerly awaited this one now, knowing she was going to enjoy it just as much.

”I’ll do more than try.” Kozue snickered and did a little hop as she rose along Mariko’s body, dropping some weight on her chest for a quick punishment. Not that she had a problem with her showing some fire - quite the opposite. Whatever they became - lovers, a couple, or something more - she never wanted them to stop being what they started out as: rivals. A Mariko that would let herself be steamrolled wasn’t of much interest to her. She wanted a heated, competitive match, to be pushed to her limits like few could do, not to sit on her face over and over for an hour.

...well, no, she did want to sit on Mariko’s face over and over for an hour. But she wanted to earn it.

After that intermission, she kept on rising until her pussy was above Mariko’s head, only a few inches away from her nose. Close enough that her lover could smell how aroused she was, could even feel the heat radiating from her flesh, as if it was just waiting for her face to press against it. It wouldn’t take much to rub out an oragasm likte this, and a good one.

But why should she do all the work?

Kozue reached down and ran a hand through her lover’s hair, giving it a soft caress. ”Before you go to sleep, though, I want a little something.” She reached down and pulled her panties aside, exposing her pussy to the fresh air. ’Show me what that tongue of yours can do.”

After uttering those soft, hushed words, she dropped and let her softness spread over Mariko’s nose and mouth, grabbing an air-tight seal.

A small grunt was forced from Mariko’s lips when Kozue hopped onto her chest. It wasn’t forceful enough of a drop to really hurt, just enough to force some air from her. A fun, teasing way of reminding Mariko of her current position, one she was still quite happy to be in. It wasn’t just the facesitting. Kozue could sit on any part of her, use her like whatever kind of furniture she wanted, and Mariko would still love it. There was just something exquisite about being underneath this woman beyond the mere feeling of her ass and legs pressing against her that Mariko would likely never fully be able to describe.

Her mistress continued forward until her sex was held mere inches directly over her face. A familiar scent made Kozue’s arousal clear, which came as little surprise considering everything they had done since coming into this room. Mariko was just as turned on herself. But her lover was the priority here. And even before the command was specified, the Japanese beauty was quite sure she knew what would be wanted of her, and licked her lips in anticipation.

Sure enough, Kozue exposed her pussy before planting it down right over Mariko’s mouth and nose. She waited just a moment, allowing her mistress to get settled on her face before obeying the command. Then, no time was wasted. Mariko’s tongue went straight out to plunge into Kozue’s sweet womanhood and began to lick. If her lover planned on smothering her out, then Mariko made it her goal to bring Kozue to an orgasm first, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible while she could. And fortunately, she had the experience of their first night together to draw on. She remembered certain sweet spots, and focused largely on them while she licked. Her tongue moved about inside her lover with the expertise and precision of a professional dancer, and all the while she frequently let out small, soft to vibrate against Kozue’s sex. The fact that her air supply was diminishing didn’t seem to matter to Mariko. Her focus and efforts were dedicated solely to the woman on top of her. And while she worked to pleasure Kozue, Mariko’s eyes looked up at her from between the thighs surrounding her face, both to gauge her mistress’s approval, and because she just loved how damn great Kozue looked while sitting on her face.

It would likely surprise exactly zero people - at least, among those who watched the AFW - but Mariko was a boss when it came using that tongue of hers. Just like she was with anything and everything sex-related, of course.

Kozue tried to hold herself back at first, biting her lip to keep it in control. She didn’t want to lose that air of authority, even a little. She was the one in control here, she was the mistress, and if she lost herself too much to Mariko’s skills, that illusion would fade faster than the morning dew. It wasn’t the first time she’d been eaten out, and while it wasn’t exactly an everyday thing, her time with Femie should’ve made her accustomed to it, despite it being a while since they parted ways. The Belgium had been a fiend in the bed, too. This was no surprise.

That was the mantra she kept repeating in her head, anyway, but it started to lose some punch as her lover got to work in earnest. The woman tackled sex like she wrestled, working with this insane energy, but being smart about it, too. She remembered their first night together, had that in mind as her tongue visited all the old familiar places. She knew that Kozue liked a deep plunge, that she liked her lips getting into the action, that she was crazy about the vibrations. All the right plays, at the right times. How many times had she run that first night through her head?

Enough to play Kozue like a clarinet. It didn’t take long before her lips parted and she gave up the efforts to stay in control. Reaching down, she grabbed her lover by the hair, yanked her upwards and started to grind away at her face, humping her like the horniest of teenagers, letting her lust slip out in haggard moans with each thrust. The room was filled with the sound of wet flesh slapping together, and there wasn’t a force on earth that could’ve stopped what was happening from happening.

Kozue arched her back, let out a long moan towards the ceiling, and came, and came, and came. Her juices shot out in spurts, much of it going into Mariko’s mouth, but a fair bit slipping out from under her pussy and dripping down the sides. Whoever owned this office, she’d be wondering why her space smelled like raw sex for days.

Satisfied, sweating, panting like she had just ran a marathon, the New Jersey Ninja brought her gaze back down and looked into Mariko’s fading eyes, watching as she, no doubt, began to slip away into the bliss she craved…

...and then she denied it. Quick and swift, Kozue hopped off of Mariko’s face before she could go all the way into unconscious and sat at her side on the table, legs dangling off and swinging while she whistled a random tune to herself.

It was no easy feat to work her tongue, lips and mouth so diligently and meticulously while simultaneously being effectively smothered. Mariko’s body recognized its lack of oxygen with increasing desperation, and it took a great deal of mental fortitude to make those feelings and instincts secondary to those of her mistress. It was mostly due to a simple sense of determination to ensure her lover was satisfied. But Mariko was also waging a silent battle of sorts against Kozue’s will.

The ninja held an excellent poker face for a while, much longer than Mariko expected in fact. But she very much wanted to force that mask off of her mistress so she could observe the fruits of her labor and see just how much Kozue was loving this. The beautiful woman riding her face wouldn’t be able to see it, but the moment Kozue gave into her lust and let herself go in earnest, Mariko’s lips stretched into a triumphant smirk even while she continued to lick and pleasure her lover. Her hair was grabbed, and her tongue nearly became arbitrary as Kozue humped and ground against her face, driving herself full steam ahead to an orgasm. And when she came, the explosion was like the grand finale of a fireworks show.

Mariko tried hungrily, greedily, to drink everything that came into her mouth, and swallowed every bit that she caught like it was a fresh drink of water saving her from dying of thirst. By then the Japanese beauty was barely clinging to consciousness. The instinctive battle to keep her eyes open was just about to be lost. She had fought it as long as she could, and satisfied her mistress. Now, with Kozue’s wet womanhood continuing to press firmly over her mouth and nose, she was ready to embrace the sleep that was sure to come next…

...Except, it didn’t.

Instead of drifting into total darkness, Mariko suddenly felt an unexpected rush of fresh air surging into her lungs, sending her into a brief coughing fit, before she settled back and began panting heavily. Kozue had hopped off of her at the last moment, and was now casually perched on the edge of the table, whistling as if nothing had happened. Mariko had thought of the reaction she’d gotten from her mistress as a small victory. But in this little game, even without any defined rules, no one would question the true victor here was Kozue.

When she could finally manage it, Mariko let out a small, soft chuckle before clicking her tongue. “Oh, I’m definitely going to have to get you back now.”

As Mariko did her work, Kozue had to absentmindedly wonder how she was so good at it. Just one of those weird, random thoughts that flutters through the back of your head during sex, a weird little screensaver while your brain is out to lunch, but it was a real question. She couldn’t imagine the woman was in this position too often, but good fucking god, did she know how to work that tongue. Good pace, good energy, good everything despite the lack of oxygen. She was setting Kozue’s waist on fire, despite it all, and it was the best the New Jersey Ninja could remember having. Given that her last - and only - competitor in that category was a certain Belgian psychiatrist sex fiend, this was no small praise.

She fought so hard to stay awake and please her, fought the sleep, pressed on as hard as she could to get up every little drop. A noble, nasty effort…

...and that good job wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she did next.

”Now lean back, lean back, lean back…” She muttered the chorus to one of her favorite raps from her high school days as she waited for Mariko to recover, lifting her shoulders in time to the imagined music. She threw the occasional glance her way, smirked, then looked forward again with a knowing smirk on her face. Just waiting for her to reboot.

Which she did, soon enough, with a little comment on the side. Kozue supposed that should’ve gotten some kind of spanking if the mistress switch was still on, but fuck it, it was too funny. She just laughed and hopped off the table.

”You’re gonna try, sure.” She walked over to her pants, stepped in the leggings, and reached down to slide them up her legs, shaking her butt from side to side as she worked them up. Give her a little show, small compensation. ”Pull it off, though? I don’t think so.”

With the pants all the way on, Kozue spun about on her heel to face her lover and popped the button, making them nice and secure. ”I’ve got your number, Mariko Ishii.”

Mariko probably wouldn’t have minded if Kozue had spanked her for the comment, but the laugh was just as fine a reaction. She loved the sound of her lover’s laugh. It encouraged her to try to be just a bit funnier and wittier than she would normally be just so she could hear it more often.

Watching Kozue pull her leggings back on, Mariko almost didn’t hear the teasing words spoken to her. And even though they registered, she was much more focused on the heavenly ass that moments ago had been smothering her and was now shaking just a few feet away from her. Mariko couldn’t help but give her lips a little lick, and tasted some of Kozue’s juices there. When her mistress turned toward her, Mariko remained where she was on the table, but grinned toward her.

“Oh? You’ve got my number?” she echoed almost teasingly. “Maybe you do…”

One foot came up to rest on the table while the other leg remained outstretched. Mariko took a finger and ran the tip over a cheek to collect some of Kozue’s juices on it, then slid the finger into her mouth. She let out a soft, humming moan while sucking the juices off and savoring the taste, then brought her finger back out with a small pop. She was lying naked on a table where she had just been smothered twice, with most of her face still soaked with her mistress’s cum, but now looked as comfortable and confident there as if she were laying on her own bed.

“...Maybe you don’t.”

Kozue didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. It would’ve just ruined the moment, and what a moment it was.

She stood there, gazing over her shoulder, as Mariko moved about on the table, looking regal, like a goddamn queen. It wasn’t the easiest look to pull off, especially when you were soaked in someone else’s juices, but this woman pulled it off with ease, like she was born with the instructions hardwired into her brain. She was in her element. She was always in her element. When Kozue looked at her, she just saw living jazz. Someone who could roll with anything, improvise, and always come off amazing.

She had to get out of this room. Now. If she didn’t, she would just go on the table, start having sex with Mariko, and the two would be in this room until they broke the doors down.

She closed her eyes and reached down to slip her top back, sliding it over her body in a quick motion. The shoes came right after, but she didn’t bother much with those, just pushing her feet into them, fuck the laces. Turning around, she stepped forward and made her way back to her lover, closing the distance without even opening her eyes. Didn’t need to. The space was mapped out, Mariko’s smell and scent gave her all the tells she needed.

Kozue leaned down, nice and slow, and placed the smallest, lightest peck on Mariko’s lips. Only then did she opened her eyes, staring hard into her lover’s gaze, unblinking and unflinching. Fierce, but loving, too. Hungry. There was nothing in this world that she wanted more than this woman, and it showed.

”We’ll see.”

Wordless, Kozue stood up straight, turned around and made her way to the door. She opened it up, just enough for her to slip through, then flashed Mariko one last smile before she flipped the lights off and closed it behind her, leaving her lover in hot, humid, darkness, pitch black with their shared smell dominating the senses.