Kazuma vs Origa; Adventuring David vs Amazonian Goliath

Kazuma was embarrassed as Origa was manhandling him with little to no effort. She had stripped him naked and paraded him around the ring in a torture rack variation where she jacked him off as she applied pressure to his back, with a small kiss thrown in most likely to fluster him and just like a few moments ago, right as he was about to cum again Origa dropped him on the ground once again. He watched as she went over to the ropes and leaned against them, watching him try and pick himself up off the mat again. He to her hand, the one that had been touching his flag pole for the past few minutes. Just like how his fingers had shined after he fingered her womb, so too did hers with the precum that had been coming from his penis.

Kazuma needed to get some form of offense in soon, any kind of offense that could disrupt her plans and force some form of urgency out of her and make her have to accelerate her plans, otherwise she would be able to follow through on her plan and milk him for everything he had and if years of being a "solo act" had shown him anything it was that he a lot of pent-up "milk" in him. This wasn't the mistake he was waiting for but hopefully this would urge her into making it sooner. He watched as Origa came off the ropes and approached him again without a single ounce of fear in her stride or on her face. This was his chance, she wasn't expecting anything from him. Right as she stretched her arm out to grab him he quickly threw his hand out and grabbed Origa's shorts covered womanhood! His hand took the form of a claw and he started to rub his fingers against it, using her shorts for a bit of added friction.

This "move" was called a grapefruit claw and hopefully it would serve as a good reminder to Origa that Kazuma still had fight in him.

Origa leaned against the ropes and watched as Kazuma slowly made his way to his feet. His body looking frustrated at Origa denying its release, something that he was barely containing if the precum on her hand was any indication. Origa wanted to make sure that the first orgasm was the last because she didn’t want to give him too many opportunities to make a comeback and turn it around on her. She wanted him to be too exhausted that when he did finally cum he wouldn’t be able to kick out and Origa could end the match.

Seeing him get to his feet told Origa that it was time to continue her assault and so she stepped towards her panting foe while thinking about what hold she was going to do next. She stepped up to him and began to put her hands on his shoulders to stabilize him, this however would change from stabilizing him to holding on for dear life as Kazuma made his desperate counter. That counter being a clawed hand suddenly snapping forward and grasping onto her covered sex, causing a shocked gasp to come from her mouth. That gasp turned into a low moan as he began to rub his hand on her sex which had grown wet both from his earlier ministrations and the pleasure from her own sensual dominance. Her knees began to close together as her body momentarily focused on the sharp pleasure that Kazuma was giving her.

Origa was now distracted and if Kazuma took advantage then he could make the dark amazon pay for not making him cum earlier. But if he didn’t then Origa would regain focus and make him pay for his attempted counter.

Kazuma watched Origa shudder at the sudden claw to her crotch. He knew that this small window of opportunity to force Origa to change her plans wasn't going to stay open for too long so he stepped closer to her and grabbed a hold of her corset with both hands. How it managed to stay on her large frame despite the huge opening in the front of it was a mystery to Kazuma, one that he would solve later as he pulled it off, releasing Origa's massive mammaries. "You won't be needing this for the rest of the night." Kazuma tossed the corset off to the side and couldn't help but stare at them for a moment, they looked like a large chocolate cake and Kazuma knew he wanted a taste.

Kazuma then started to suck on the nipple of Origa's right breast as he made his right hand start to massage her left one as his left hand wrapped itself around Origa's body. Origa appeared to be struggling for life as small stream of her juices continued to roll down her legs as well as some of Kazuma's body as well. Kazuma listened to Origa moan as if she was trying to sing an aria from an opera, and felt her body start to grind against his. He felt her arms unsteadily wrap around what she could wrap of his body. Kazuma felt Origa lift him off the ground a bit and seemed to hesitate as she looked down on him, sucking her boob like a newborn hungry for its mother's milk.

After what appeared to be a brief internal struggle, at least if her eyes were any indication to Kazuma, Origa quickly dropped Kazuma back to the ground again with what could be described as a sloppy belly to belly suplex! Kazuma was on the ground once more but Origa's twitching, panting form told him that he had truly shocked her with that bit of offense. Hopefully now she would stop playing the long game.

Origa twitched and shuddered as Kazuma’s claw dug more and more into her sex her arms were holding on to his shoulders as if they were a lifeline when his hand finally left and she had to keep herself from collapsing from the mat. She let out a small whimper when his hands one dry and one wet grabbed onto her purple corset and pulled. Her head flew back as her dark breasts were exposed to the open air and her mouth moaned when Kazuma began to lick and kiss one of them. His tongue and hand on her breasts were virtually lighting her body on fire as she tried get her mind back but the pleasure was so much.

Origa needed to escape somehow and so she decided that she would power her way out. Though most of her strength was leaving her thanks to the pleasure she was at least thankful that her opponent didn’t weigh all that much as she wrapped her arms around his waist and picked him up slowly. Kazuma didn’t end his sucking and massaging when Origa picked him up. If anything he seemed to go at it harder than before and Origa felt herself stumble as her body was telling her mind to let him continue as he pleases. She fought these feelings down and slammed the both of them down in a sloppy belly to belly suplex. Really all that really did to Kazuma is knock the air out of him but that was enough for Origa as she rolled away and panted on her back.

Origa knew that she needed to take advantage of this but every time she looked at Kazuma she remembered his lips on her breasts and the hands on her sex and her body twitched as it remembered the sensations. Her body needed to cool off but would Kazuma allow such a thing?

Maybe this was the moment Kazuma had been waiting for. Origa's belly to belly suplex managed to knock a bit of wind out of Kazuma and he had expected her to try and take back control once she rolled off of him but the moment she looked over at him her body shuddered and she closed her open legs, trying to unsuccessfully hide her very damp shorts so instead she just lay there, on her back, mostly likely doing every mental exercise she could think of in order to calm the wildfire that was raging deep inside her.

Kazuma stood up and looked Origa over as he thought about everything that had happened thus far; Origa was putting his body through heaven and hell while, except for a certain few moments, he had mainly taken her on a nice stroll through heaven. Pleasure was all well and good and was a huge point for this particular match he hadn't done much in the way of damage that actually hurt. Pleasure was fleeting and pretty easy to recover from but pain lasted and Kazuma's body definitely had as much pain as he did pleasure going on inside of him; Origa had squeezed him against the ring post, crushed him like a tree did small animal, and paraded him around the ring in a torture rack..... okay that last one was actually kind of hot Kazuma thought with a blush. He was a pretty durable guy but he couldn't handle an assault of two opposite stimulus like this.

Origa on the other hand was in better shape than he was technically speaking. He needed to deal some lasting damage to her and with her laying on her back, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to him now would be the good time to do it and Kazuma knew just the move that could do it. He moved to the ring post closest to Origa and started to climb it until he reached the top turnbuckle. He turned around and looked down on her, Kazuma had been waiting for Origa to be in a weakened state like this to to execute some high flying moves.

So with a leap of faith Kazuma jumped high into the air, putting his hands and knees together briefly before separating them again, towards Origa's unprotected body with a Frog Splash. The moment he landed on her the surprise couldn't have been anymore apparent on her face. It was time for Kazuma to give her a dose of H and H.

The dark skinned amazon shuddered as she closed her legs and tried to cool off her sensitive body. She could still feel Kazuma’s lips on her breasts and just thinking about it caused her to twitch in dreadful pleasure. Her body and mind were in a constant battle and right now her body was winning as it refused her commands and stayed on the canvas writhing in forced pleasure.

She was so distracted that she didn’t notice Kazuma get to his feet and begin to climb the nearby turnbuckle. She only noticed when he made it to the top and still her body refused to move as she took to the sky with a great leap. Origa watched helplessly as he soared through the air in almost slow motion before everything sped back up and he crashed into her midsection like a small comet.

”PUAGG!!” She cried out as his full weight crashed onto her unprotected belly. Her legs and upper body were thrown up as she was virtually crushed in half by his attack. Her mouth flew open as saliva and air was forced out of her and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Finally her body set back down in a limp heap, Kazuma was getting his revenge and gave Origa a taste of her own medicine by shocking her with pain after giving her all that pleasure. She let out shallow breaths as her body shivered when she felt her bare belly rub up against his. “Fa fa haaa.”

Kazuma rose up to a kneeling position as he came off of Origa, her legs and arms spread out from her and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she gasped for air. He could easily target any of her limbs and put them in a submission hold and really bring her chances for victory. But Kazuma felt that wasn't enough, in front of this cheering crowd Origa had embarrassed him by nearly turning him into some sort of sex rag doll. He needed to embarrass her a bit too, even the scales and all that.

Kazuma thought briefly and noticed her hands, or rather hand; the same one that she had used to jack him off when she had him in the reverse headscissors and again in the torture rack. The precum that she had worked out of him had dried up. Suddenly an idea came to him, earlier when he had gotten out of the ring he had tasted the sweet juices of Origa that had gotten on his hand when he fingered her, yet it appeared that Origa here didn't even try to sample some Liquid Kazuma. Kazuma looked down at his member, still erect with precum dripping off every few seconds. It seemed kind of unfair to not share it with this woman who appeared to be quite thirsty if the amount of sweat coming off of her, he would need to fix that.....starting right now.

Kazuma stretched his leg over Origa, straddling her large frame. The first thing he noticed was how hot her body felt, he could probably fry and egg on her stomach, the second was how the sweat she had been working up made her body shine. He then crawled over her body and once again rose into a kneeling position, hovering just above her magnificent breasts. Kazuma wanted to play with them some more but right now he needed to focus on what he was going to do. He was about to make Origa taste the precum on his dick by forcing her to lick it clean, if he wasn't careful and got too caught up in the pleasure he could end up in a very bad, some would argue amazing, situation.

"Hey Origa, you're looking pretty dehydrated there. Here, drink some Liquid Kazuma, it's only fair after I sampled some Origa Juice earlier. It's straight from the source too! " Kazuma reached down and grabbed a handful of Origa's hair and pulled her head up at the same time as he thrust his unit into Origa's face. Her still panting mouth was heaving on Kazuma's dick and her tongue began to move along it. Kazuma felt a small jolt of electricity course this his body at how erotic it looked and involuntarily released a happy yet lustful sigh. Truly knowing could go wrong at this moment....or at least, that's what he thought.

Origa twitched slightly as Kazuma removed himself from her spread out frame and looked upon the damage he had wrought. Origa’s tongue hung limply from her mouth as she panted for air and her dark tanned body shined under the arena lights from the thin film of sweat that had grown over the course of their match. She let out a lewd moan as Kazuma finished his inspection and straddled her belly. His thighs and dick dragged along her belly up to her breasts and then hung over them and in front of the amazons face.

”W-Wha?” She mumbled when Kazuma asked her if she wanted a drink, at first confused at what he was asking. She got her answer when he grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled her head up as he thrust his leaking appendage in her face. Origa could do nothing but coo as she stared at his rod and took in his scent. Kazuma was pressing all the right buttons in turning her back into the title she disliked so much. After a moment of breathing it in her tongue slowly came out and traced along the tip, tasting both his juices and sweat. She coco’s at the taste and soon her tongue was tracing all along his member, submissively cleaning him to his desire. Up and down, swirling and kissing it Origa slowly nearly lost herself to the act before she remembered where she was and how she needed to fight back!

Desperately thinking Origa decided to try something she’s never done before. Using her hands and forearms she pushed up her caramel breasts and sandwiched them between Kazuma’s dick. She would press and release, squeeze and shake. The moment she saw Kazuma begin to lose himself Origa would roll them both over and continue her assault. She wasn’t going to waist time now, no more games she was going to make Kazuma cum. If her counter worked then Kazuma would cum all over her chest, offsetting her tanned skin with creamy white Origa would then crawl up and attempt to go for the pin while he was stunned. Would this be it?

Kazuma watched on as Origa methodically cleaned his penis, making sure to get every bit of precum that she could. He had let go of Origa's raven black hair and now she was cleaning it of her own free lust-driven will. It sent shivers down his spine, being in such a dominant position now.......but Origa quickly reminded him that she wouldn't be such an easily beaten with a quick, yet desperate move of her own. Suddenly she lifted her breasts up into his penis and began to massage it from beneath, at first Kazuma was shocked but he managed to hold on but then Origa turned up the intensity, moving her breasts every direction possible and soon Kazuma started to lose his balance, an opportunity Origa jumped at.

She threw Kazuma off of her body and quickly dove after him as he landed on his back, taking Kazuma's penis in to her magnificent valley and sandwiching it between her mountains in a breast job. She flashed Kazuma a small but beautiful smile as she panted and began to move her breasts up and down, left and right, clockwise and counterclockwise as she massaged it. Kazuma was left gasping as Origa worked, his own body starting to heat up much like Origa's. The pressure and slipperiness of the sweat made Kazuma wonder if this was what his rod could feel like if it ever entered Origa's womb, a thought that pleased and terrified him given that they were still in a match right now.

Soon Kazuma found his hips starting to thrust up, the head of his penis popping up between her cleavage each thrust and helping Origa in her work. He was going to cum soon, and he had expected Origa to stop once again but she didn't, instead she continued, even turning up the intensity of her "assault". She wanted to make Kazuma cum all over her breasts this time and make him spray it all over them like vanilla icing on a chocolate cake. The rising feeling in his rod began to climb more and more until finally he began to shoot off a load after load of his semen.

The climax was long with most of it landing on her breasts with only some of it landing back on Kazuma. No surprise considering Origa had denied him release twice before. "CLIMAX! Origa may now pin Kazuma! The Referee exclaimed. Slowly Origa rose up and crawled over Kazuma's body, a few drops of his semen dropping on his chest as she lifted one of his legs for better leverage in the pin before dropping her body on him. The Ref came around to Kazuma’s head to make sure his shoulders were on the mat properly before she dropped and started to count.

“ONE!” the Referee began her count. This was bad that climax had taken quite a bit of energy from Kazuma. He needed to kick out fast.

”TWO!” counted the Ref. Kazuma noticed that while she was on top of him, Origa wasn’t applying that much pressure to keep him down. It looked like she still hadn’t regained her full strength. So he dug down deep and mustered up as much strength as he could to kick out and raise his shoulder, which he succeeded in just as the Referee was the smallest fraction of a centimeter from counting three.

Kazuma let out a faint relieved sigh. Unfortunately that climax and kickout took a lot out of him. Depending on what Origa did next, he may not be able to escape or counterattack.

Origa worked and worked. She pressed, she pulled, she bounced up and down. Each movement of her tanned breasts she saw sent more pleasure into Kazuma’s body, all in the hopes of sending him over the edge. She rotated clockwise and counter clockwise to make sure that he could never get used to the same feeling. Origa was lucky that Kazuma got cocky earlier when he forced her to clean him. The taste was still in her mouth and watching his head poke out from between her breasts as he began to thrust up made her shake her head to remain focused on the task at hand.

Finally Kazuma couldn’t hold it in any longer and with a large long thrust he was thrown over the edge. A geyser of white liquid exploded from his tip and covered her chocolate chest and a small part of his own. When he finally came to rest Origa was shocked at how much he had released before she the strangely familiar referee call out that Origa was now eligible to pin Kazuma. Looking down she gave the tip of lower head a small kiss before she took one of his legs and began to crawl up his body. Her chest rubbed against his own and smeared his cum between the two of them before Origa head reached Kazuma’s neck and fell against it for the pin. ”1...2...THR-NO!! Kickout!”

Origa’s head picked up from his neck to look at the referee in a shocked manner. The familiar referee looked at Origa with only two fingers before pointing down and showing Kazuma’s shoulder which had kicked up at the last moment. Origa made a low frustrated noise as she realized that she needed to make him cum again before she could go for another pin. Rolling off of him Origa wondered how she would do that before she looked at his still stiff organ and had an idea. ”Well. I guess you should be cleaned up.” And so she crawled back to his lower half and began to lick him clean again.

She didn’t stop until none remained on his dick, savoring his taste she licked up every last drop of his orgasm while giving small moans at the act. When she was done she looked back in the corner and saw a shred of Kazuma’s shirt that was torn earlier and went to pick it up. When she did she used it clean off her stained chest before walking over and doing the same for Kazuma. Once that was finished Origa grabbed Kazuma by his brown hair and began to pick him up. “Come on Kaz, it’s clear after you kicked out that you wanted more. So I’ll give you more.” She said when she pulled him to his feet. Once he was up Origa would grab his waist and twist him over into a tombstone piledriver position, if that worked Origa would crash down and slam his head into the canvas.