Kazuma vs Origa; Adventuring David vs Amazonian Goliath

Kazuma heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the Ref declare the kickout as it meant this match would continue. Origa however rose up with a frustrated growl as it meant that she now had to try and force another orgasm out of Kazuma. Kazuma watched as she crawled over to his rod, still erect but having gone a bit soft after having been forcefully milked. "Well. I guess you should be cleaned up." Origa said as she crawled her way over to clean Kazuma's dick. She was quite thorough as she tried to make sure there wasn't a drop left on it. Origa seemed to enjoy his taste as much as Kazuma enjoyed hers as she moaned with each lick and suck, as a result Kazuma's dick was back to a hard state.

After that, Kazuma assumed that she would get right back into the action instead she stood up and walked over to the corner where Kazuma had discarded the remains of his shirt. Kazuma was as she bent down to pick it up, giving him an amazing view of her peach shaped posterior in the process. She then began to use it to wipe off the cum Kazuma had sprayed on breasts like a cleaning cloth and once she was done she walked back over to Kazuma and began to wipe off the cum that she had smeared on his chest when she pinned him a few moments ago. Let none say that Origa Xenia wasn't a considerate person, any that did Kazuma would gladly fight to the death. When she was done, Origa tossed the "shirt" aside, with it landing on Origa's earlier discarded corset.

Finally she reached out and grabbed Kazuma's hair and began to stand up, calling him a cute American nickname as she pulled him up along with her, saying Kazuma wanted some more which she was gladly willing to do. She then wrapped an arm around his waist and twisted him over. Kazuma had assumed she was going for another body slam but instead she hugged his now upside down body with his head just above her upper thigh, apparently she was intent on delivering a tombstone piledriver. If she connected it Kazuma would be out cold and it would give Origa free reign over his body and with it an EZ Pass to the win.

Kazuma had to do something but he was still recovering from the intense orgasm Origa had subjected him to. But then he realized where Origa had positioned his head or rather what was directly positioned in front of him. Origa's panty like wrestling shorts was practically staring at him. A desperate move came to mind, much like Origa's but one that came with a larger risk to him personally but if he wanted to avoid being Origa's plaything he'd do it.

Kazuma wrapped one arm around Origa's wide hips and the other moved toward her shorts, he quickly pulled down her shorts and pulled it over his head, surprisingly elastic piece of clothing she wore. There he came face to face with the target of his plan, the lips of Origa's womb, dripping with her vaginal juices. It was an erotic sight to behold, he would have loved to take his time with it but that was something he couldn't do. So he took a deep breathe and started to make out with Origa's lower lips. He felt her body tremble as her liquids started to enter his mouth. He let his tongue go in and explore her folds, feeling each curve and bump as it travelled. Origa's grip on him was starting to loosen, would he be able to get out before she dropped him on his head?

Origa picked Kazuma up with a flourish and twirled him around into the piledriver position. Origa’s intention was to knock her smaller opponent unconscious or at least very stunned so she could then get another orgasm out of him as easily as playing with a doll. She hoped that if all went to plan that he would be so disabled from both the piledriver and being made to cum again so soon after his first that he wouldn’t be able to kick out again.

She was about to put her plan in motion when suddenly Kazuma began to move in her hold. What was strange was that he was not struggling to escape rather he had something else in mind, something Origa was not expecting. “H-Hey!! What are you doing.” She shouted as Kazuma pulled down her shorts slightly and stuck his head inside, putting him face to face with her soaked sex.

”Get the hel-OHHH!!” Her order was cut off when she felt the lips of Kazuma wetly press against her sex. Her hold on him immediately began to loosen as he used his lips and tongue to explore the inside and outside of her lower lips. She struggled to maintain her stance and composure as he went to town working her over. Faint wet noises could be heard and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as finally her arms and legs lacked the strength to hold him up.

Instead of dropping him on his head she instead let him drop onto his back, his head slipping out of her shorts as he went. Origa back up a step before she collapsed to a sitting position just barely from keeping herself off of her back. Her eyes had fogged over from the pleasure and she looked down at her spread legs to see her hips bucking, a signal to how close to the edge she was.

Kazuma's gamble had worked and Origa released her hold on him and he fell to the ground on his back instead of his head. He rolled over and watched as she took a step back and collapsed in a seated position, with an intoxicated look in her eyes and a very noticeable bucking of her hips with her legs wide open. Kazuma had seen this look before, back when she had him in the corner and was fingering her. She must've been very close to the edge and all he had to do was poke her off of it.

Kazuma rose on his arms and legs and dove towards Origa like a small bear, and he wanted her honey. The first thing he did was grab Origa's shorts and pulled them the rest of the way off of her, eliciting a surprisingly cute yelp of surprise out of the large woman. She tried to close her legs but she had little to no strength in her after having been so directly played with and pleasured by Kazuma so Kazuma was able to keep them apart easily as he lowered his head back between her legs.

There was far more "honey" coming out of her than there had ever been throughout this entire match. Kazuma wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep them off his head as he worked, briefly losing himself in how flawlessly smooth they felt. He then dug into Origa's honeypot once more and began to eat her out. Kazuma could become addicted to this taste; it was warm, thick, sweet, and made Origa moan louder than ever, granted that last one was because of Kazuma but he still felt it was valid.

Origa's hips bucked more and more violent as Kazuma's tongue continued to lick and flick each and every fold that he could find and reach in her womb. Her arousal had to have been at an all time high, it was time for Kazuma to deliver the blow that would send Origa over the edge. Kazuma slightly pulled his head back and took Origa's clitoris in his mouth and gave it one simple flick of his tongue and that was it. Origa's damn burst and a flood that rivaled or perhaps even surpassed his earlier geyser sprung forth.

Kazuma pulled his head back one more and looked at what it had wrought. Origa was on her back, panting harder than ever. "CLIMAX! Kazuma made now pin Origa!" The referee called out and Kazuma immediately lifted both of Origa's mighty legs, going for a matchbook pin as he applied his weight on them. Hopefully this would end the match.

Origa barely had time to rest before Kazuma was back on her like a shark smelling blood. He dove towards her and immediately began to remove her shorts from her body. Origa gave a yelp in surprise and attempted to fight back but with her weakened state she was unable to stop him from getting what he wants. Her shorts were removed and now Origa was completely naked in the ring alongside her opponent. She tried to close her legs but Kazuma refused to be denied and easily opened them to get a sight of his intended target, Origa’s sopping sex.

Then he dove right in with incredible eagerness and began to eat out the amazon as if she was his last meal. Origa’s arms gave way and her upper body fell to the canvas while she moaned to the heavens at his ministrations. Origa’s tongue hung out of her mouth and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as she got closer and closer to her peak.

Finally it was starting to become too much for the tanned amazon as Kazuma began to find her most sensitive spots and began to pressure them with wild abandon. Her hips bucked more and more and when he isolated her clit and gave it that one final flick it was all over. Her hips shot up and Origa screamed like a banshee as she came all over the canvas and Kazuma’s face, when it was over Origa collapsed onto the canvas barely hearing the referees announcement.

Then she felt Kazuma pick up her thighs and put her into a matchbook pin. She faintly heard the ref land beside her and the first slap of one. Two went by soo quickly but as the ref was about to end the match with three Origa gained a small burst of adrenaline and picked her shoulders up just in time. She was still in this.

Kazuma had thought that the match was as good as his but Origa proved him wrong as a surprise burst of strength came out of her, managing to get her shoulder up and force Kazuma off of her. He slowly rose up once more, noticing how exhausted she appeared to be after her orgasm. He was about to go over and grab her hair when he remembered how Origa took a moment to clean them both up after Kazuma kicked out of her pin instead of immediately going on the attack, it wouldn't be right to do something like that to her.

Kazuma looked around and spotted his mantle on the apron of the ring, apparently having fallen off the post when Origa had him pressed against it. He had taken it off to avoid Origa using it as a handle for her to use against him, he supposed he could use it to clean her off. Kazuma walked over and picked it up and walked back over to Origa, kneeling down to begin wiping down her chest and womanhood, which had formed a small puddle in the ring. He tried to be as careful with her as her currently fragile mental state must have been swimming in an ocean of ecstasy. Finally he finished and used it to wipe his own face.

Now it was time to get back to business, Origa was vulnerable but she wouldn't stay like that for long. He needed something to by some time but what? Then he looked at his mantle and he smiled when he realized what he could do with it next. He was going to immobilize her legs by using the mantle to tie her legs up. It wouldn't hold her for too long but she'd be grounded at least so he walked around to her legs and began to use the mantle to bind them at the ankles. When he was finished he noticed part of his shirt that Origa had ripped off and he decided to use that to tie her hands up behind her too. In a regular match this would've resulted in a DQ but AFW had many different ref's and this ref was happy enough to whistle a tune as she surveyed the crowd for any.........rule breakers. There was no one breaking rules in the ring right now.

Kazuma gulped as he realized the erotic manner in which she was tied made her look like one of those heroines in hentai series where the heroines were violated by the so-called "protagonist". Kazuma hated series like those. Kazuma shook his head and began to plan his next move. He then reached down and grabbed a handful of her silky hair and began to drag her over to the ring post, he knew exactly what he was going to do to her next and Origa was going to find herself truly trapped between heaven and hell.

Origa may have kicked out of the hold but that didn’t mean that she was about to make a surprise comeback or anything. Her hips still bucked from the aftershocks of Kazuma’s tongue and she still has yet to come down from the afterglow. She noticed Kazuma walk away from the corner of her eye and when he came back he was holding that green cape that he made his entrance with. To be honest Origa had completely forgotten that that cape even existed.

It seems that Kazuma wanted to return the favor for her cleaning up his mess earlier and proceeded to wipe down her freshly cummed sex. The feeling of the cloth running through her legs raised a gasp and a moan from her mouth and her body twitched in response to it. Once he was done Origa noticed him admiring her tanned body before a sly smirk appeared on his face.

Using his cape he grabbed Origa’s shins and proceeded to tie them together and absolutely limiting her ability to move them. He didn’t stop there as he then grabbed the other half of his discarded shirt to tie her arms behind her back, leaving her a Kazuma’s mercy. She let out a small moan and struggled lightly in her bonds before she felt Kazuma grab her long black hair and drag her to the corner.

What he had planned Origa didn’t know, but internally she felt both dread and anticipation for whatever he had planned for her next.

The journey to the corner was long for Kazuma as he wasn't as physically stronger as Origa but it also meant it was painful for Origa considering Kazuma had been pulling her there by her hair. Finally he propped her up against the bottom turnbuckle, she was in the perfect position for what Kazuma was about to do but before he did he decided to kneel down and straddle Origa's waist once more. He leaned down and began to kiss Origa's belly and slowly traveled upwards even giving each of her breasts a small kiss, each one kiss made Origa's sensitive body shake a little against Kazuma, now that they were both naked the friction of their bare skin rubbing against each other making him shake too. Finally he came up to her neck and gave it a little love bite, earning a small gasp out of her.

Kazuma then picked his head and whispered into Origa's ear "You're so beautiful, I'm happy that we got matched up for this." It was a hushed whisper, one meant only for the two of them, one that the crowd and referee would never be able to hear. Kazuma stood up before Origa could respond, noticing a crimson blush on her face before he turned around sat down in front of Origa's bound legs. He lifted them up as this move of his needed him to use his feet primarily and Origa's long figure would've kept it from working.

He lifted his foot into the gap between Origa's thighs and put it down on her still sensitive sex and began to rub it down with his foot. Origa gasped at the sudden stimulus but then Kazuma started to grind his heel into it; this move was a submission move that he hadn't gotten to use in AFW until now. He called it the Gender Equalizer as it brought both pain and pleasure to it's target regardless of their gender. He alternated between rubbing Origa's sex and digging his heel into it at random intervals. Kazuma was so focused on her combined pleasure and pain he didn't notice the knot that he had used to tie Origa's legs start to come loose.

Origa was slowly and painfully might she add dragged to the corner by her hair. Trying to relieve a little of the pain Origa walked on her knees as much as her bound legs would allow. When they reached the corner Origa was turned around and had her back placed against the middle and bottom turnbuckle. Her eyes scanned up the shadow that was Kazuma’s form looming over her. For being so small he was quite toned from the muscles on his legs and arms to the pecs on his chest. Then her eyes stopped on his male organ and watched it twitch, she still remembered the taste and feel of it when she cleaned and played with it and it was still standing at attention.

This semi inspection was stopped when Kazuma straddled her waist and began to explore her body with his tongue. She felt him lick off the sweat on her abs and played with her belly button causing a gasp and moans to fall out of her mouth. He slowly made his way up Origa’s shaking body paying special attention to all the places he knew would cause her the most pleasure. Her struggles were barely there as her body was beginning to become addicted to his touch, her head falling back on the turnbuckle to breath out soft moans as he worked. When he reached her neck she felt him lick long slow circles that drove her crazy before lightly biting down like some small vampire.

“AAhhhhnnn!” She cried out as the sudden pain caused a buck in her hips, rather than have her focus on it and escape it instead was the match that was dropped into the gasoline that Kazuma poured to ignite the fire in her body again. When he released her what remained were the teethmarks of Kazuma that would mark her for who knows how long after the match. He then traveled his way to her ear and whispered that stunning complement into her ear, she was so shocked that she couldn’t even think of a response but the bright blush that appeared on her face told the whole story instead. She wouldn’t get a chance to respond as Kazuma removed himself from Origa’s sweaty body and instead focused on her bound legs.

She watched as he slowly picked up her tied up legs slightly wondering what his plan was. She quickly found out as his bare foot snuck in between her thighs and pressed itself against her wet sex. “Haaaann!” Her head fell back and moaned from the press but she soon took a higher pitch as he began to rub and grind into her sex. He would alternate speeds, pressure, and dictated whether she felt pleasure or pain. It drove Origa’s body and mind crazy as it could never get used to the sensations that he was giving her, so much so that she barely even noticed that her bonds were loosening and even then she didn’t care. “Oh oh hah! Oh Gawd! Oh f-fuck! K-Kaz! Kazuma!” she panted our as her hips began to buck, her tongue fell out, and her eyes began to roll back.

"Yes, I'm Kazuma." Kazuma responded as he heard Origa call his name twice, well nickname and first name. Normally he only responded like this when his first name was said twice in rapid succession, never with a nickname, but for Origa he would gladly make a bit of an exception to that little personal rule.

Origa's hips were rapidly bucking, like a machine gun with an extended clip. She was about to cum again and Kazuma would be able to go for another pin the problem was that even though Origa was super sensitive to hentai moves and had such an intense climax she still managed to kick out of it. No, he needed to try and build up her pleasure, much like she had done to him earlier. Kazuma didn't want to admit it but if Origa had managed to deny him release a third time, he probably would've started to beg her to.

If she had told him to kiss her feet, he would've; if she had told him to become a chair for her to sit on he would've asked in what style, if she had told him to crawl around on the ring floor with her on his back then he would've mustered up every bit of strength to do so. It wouldn't have surprised Kazuma if Origa had planned to make him beg for it eventually. Now it was his turn to deny Origa release. He stopped rubbing his foot against her sex at what he felt was the point just before release, ending the Denki Anma.

Origa's hips continued to buck the air, trying to find that one last bit of stimulus that would unleash another flood onto the mat. He watched as Origa's eyes began to focus on him, confusion and unfulfillment apparent on her face. "Beg for it." Kazuma boldly told her, if she did he'd give her that last bit of stimulus that she desperately, if she didn't he'd wait until her excitement had dropped enough and would push her back to the brink again, repeating the process until she finally did.

Origa was rapidly losing control. Her hips were bucking so much they were practically vibrating against Kazuma’s foot as he gave her a footjob. His sole was getting covered in her juices that were leaking out and Origa had practically given up on struggling, her body and mind were too focused on the pleasure to even notice that with a simple pull her legs would be free from their bonds. She was reaching her peak and was ready to gladly throw herself off.

That was when he stopped.

Origa’s head immediately picked up to look at her dominator with pleading eyes when he removed his foot. Origa hips continued to buck but this time it was in search of his foot, if he had simply stopped and not moved it Origa was most likely to rub herself against his foot of her own accord that was how close her body was. “W-Why? Why did you stop?” When he had replied by ordering her to beg for it Origa hesitated, she didn’t want to give in to his demands but her body was begging for release. After a few moments of when she didn’t respond or look him in the eyes his foot returned to her sex to rub again. And again just as she was about to cum Kazuma stopped and removed his foot again.

The process continued three more times until finally Origa couldn’t take it any more and looked pleadingly into his eyes. “Please please. Please make me cum. Please make me cum on your foot master!” She begged him even calling him master in hopes of convincing him. If he obliged his foot would return to her aching sex and send her off the ecstasy. She would cum all over his foot and the canvas and she would gain the face of an ahegao from the pleasure. Now she was eligible for another pin but with that release Origa slowly began to get her mind back unknowingly to Kazuma.