Just a simple friendly spar.

Origa’s tall tanned sweaty body shuddered as Kazuma rubbed his fingers along the outside of her wet sex. She moaned openly as he rubbed his hand in slow circles around her lower lips, making sure that her body was nice and on fire for what he had planned next. And even if he had told her beforehand, nothing could have prepared her for what came next as two of his fingers made the plunge and fingered the giant.

“FAHHHNN!!” Origa’s scream echoed in the empty gym as Kazuma used his fingers to send Origa to heights that she didn’t know someone with so little experience or skill had any right to. Origa’s tongue fell out of her mouth as Kazuma pumped his fingers in and out and quickly found her most sensitive spots. She didn’t know how long she was in this position but soon enough her hips began to buck like crazy and her juices began run down her thighs and his fingers as she quickly was being sent over the edge.

Finally reckoning came and Origa let out a scream of ecstasy as she came all over her shorts and Kazuma’s fingers. The orgasm lasted for what seemed like an eternity before with a final grunt Origa collapsed into the canvas. When Kazuma released her leg it flopped to the mat with a thud as she let out a low moan. If Kazuma didn’t do anything Origa would slowly crawl on her hands and knees to the ropes and slowly try to pull herself to her feet. But she had a feeling that, that was as far she was going to get.

Kazuma watched as Origa slowly crawled over to the ropes like a newborn baby deer trying to walk for the first time. It actually kind of amazed him that Origa could even move after the intense orgasm that she just had, she may not have been the best in the H-matches but she definitely had the vitality of someone that could go the distance and then some in them. Origa then began to rise up once more as she used the ropes like an unsteady ladder, leaning heavily on them as support.

Kazuma then approached Origa with a bit of confidence in his stride as he walked up to her. It wasn't often Kazuma found himself in control like this unless the opponent was a complete and utter jobber. It was made all the sweeter given how much of a height and power gap there was between them. Finally he arrived in front of Origa and kneeled down grabbing a hold of her shorts and began trying to pull them down. Unfortunately this task proved to be a bit harder than he thought as the sweat and juices from her orgasm, plus the tightest of how they naturally clung to her being gym shorts, made it a bit difficult to do so. If Kazuma didn't hurry Origa would recover and fight back for sure.

If anything Origa was something besides a giant amazon, it was stubborn. She was never one to roll over and take the next move or the next pleasurable hold unless they really cracked through her she’ll, and right now she was still together. So while the orgasm was incredibly draining Origa still had the will to crawl her way to the ropes and climb her way up to her feet. When she did she turned around and sagged against them, her arms hooking over the top rope.

It was at that moment that Kazuma decided to make himself known again by walking confidently up to Origa and take hold of her tight gym shorts. However along with the natural tightness of her shorts, the mix of sweat and cum made from her earlier orgasm made it hard for Kazuma to jimmy them down her thighs but after much struggling he succeeded and they fell lightly to the mat in a heap.

Origa wasn’t standing idly by as she was being stripped though, oh no. Kazuma’s struggles gave Origa ample opportunities to rest and cool off so that she could give her smaller training partner some much needed retribution. “Alright Kaz, you had your turn but now it’s MINE!” she said as she would suddenly wrap her arms around his waist and press him against her in a surprise bearhug. If it worked Origa would pick the smaller boy up and carry him to the middle of the ring while at the same time stepping out of her shorts. If she made it she would then put the squeeze on her devious opponent.

Right when Kazuma managed to finally pull Origa's shorts down she wrapped her arms around his torso, lifted him up, and began to squeeze him in a bear hug. She carried them to the center of the ring, leaving her shorts behind on the canvas behind them. Her hold wasn't as strong as it could've been but it was still quite painful for Kazuma. She certainly was trying to get revenge for all the moves Kazuma had put her through so far in this "sparring" session of theirs, but Kazuma wasn't going to let that happen so easily! He began to think of a way out of the hug which wasn't easy given that she had her bust almost directly in his face..........wait a minute! He had an idea, why break the hug when he can return it with one of his own, albeit a bit more mature in nature.

"Not bad Origa, but I'm going to have to cut your turn short!" Kazuma grabbed her sports bra and began to pull it up, not an easy task given his position but Origa could do little to stop it as it would result in Kazuma escaping. With her breasts free, after a bit of pulling, he grabbed hold of one of her breasts and began to suck it's nipple hungrily as he gave Origa a "bear hug" of his own. Origa's grip quickly started to loosen as he licked and played with it in mouth in every fashion possible. Finally she began to slowly lower him onto the ground as she shuddered in his embrace.

Even after he was on his feet Kazuma continued the the hug, the sound of Origa's moans encouraging him to keep going until she barely had any strength left in her. Kazuma didn't have to wait long as she was soon holding onto him again only this time for support as her legs threatened to collapse on her at any second, all the while her hips bucked against him. Finally he released Origa from his "bear hug" when he was sure that she was "exhausted" enough that he was basically the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Origa’s stepped away from the ropes with Kazuma in her arms crushing the life out of him. She was serious about it being her turn and she planned to keep it as long as possible and to tire Kazuma out as much as she could. She had a feeling that he was set on sending her down the lewd path in this particular spar and if she didn’t stop him before he got too far ahead and made her his plaything. He nearly did with that orgasm but he got cocky and that was all Origa needed.

However it didn’t seem that Kazuma was just going to take it and understandedly tried to escape. Origa’s hold was tight and Kazuma wasn’t going to find an escape conventionally, but what he did next wasn’t conventional.

“H-Hey! What are you do-OOHHH!!” As Origa was hugging him Kazuma slowly slid up her purple sports bra and exposed her tanned breasts to him. She barely got a sentence of shock out before he latched his lips on and began to orally dominate her nipples. Pleasure rushed back in droves and Origa felt the arms of Kazuma wrap around her in his own version of a bearhug. One not of crushing might but of sensual draining as he quickly demonstrated.

Origa’s arms had begun to fail her and she slowly lowered him to the ground but that did little to stop his assault and if anything only encouraged him as he got more aggressive with his licking. His arms began to tighten around her waist and if anyone was watching it would have looked almost comical with the way the giant seemed to moan out all the air that wasn’t crushed out of her.

Finally Kazuma thought it was enough and released the giant. Origa still leaning against him like a lifeline slowly collapsed to her knees. Her juices running down her naked thighs and onto the canvas. Her face sliding down his chest and waist before stopping as it landed against a bulge, her cheek pressing against it not realizing what is was as she panted for air her eyes glassy.

Kazuma watched as Origa's knees finally gave out on her and her body slid down against his. Origa's head slid against his chest, his stomach, until finally her face came to rest against a bulge of Kazuma's that had been growing in his pants since they started this "sparring" session of theirs. He reached down and grabbed Origa's hair and made her look up at him, he noticed how vacant her eyes looked as she huskily heaved against him. Kazuma couldn't help but blush as he stared down at her but quickly shook his head and moved his hand to Origa's ponytail and began to pull her along, using it much like a dog owner would pull their stubborn dog along using the leash, to their next destination; the apron.

He had expected her to behave like dead weight but instead she slowly crawled along either out of pain or because she was too dazed to fully comprehend what was going on. When they arrived at the apron Kazuma let go of her pain once more and came around to her side and  with a small nudge made her fall and flip on her back. Kazuma then slid out of the ring and grabbed Origa's arm and began to pull her beneath the bottom rope until her head and torso were hanging upside down. He then turned around and began to pull down his own pants, enough for his erection to spring forth from its confines. He noticed Origa's eyes slightly react to the sight of it when he turned back to her and approached her. Kazuma now stood in front of Origa, his rod less than a few centimeters in front of Origa's face.

Kazuma could now begin his next objective. A thought had occurred to Kazuma whilst he was sucking her breast as well as when he had her in the Boston Crab. If playing with one nipple was enough to make Origa create a river, how crazy would she go if he played with both of them? So Kazuma in a bit of a "scientific" endeavor took booth of her breasts, made their nipples come together and immediately grabbed hold of them both in his mouth and the results were very satisfying.

It took a second or two for Origa to realize just what her face was pressed up against. When she finally did the aroused blush on her face grew brighter as she took in his scent. She felt her head get grabbed and was forced to look up at Kazuma’s face and while she was a giant physically, right now she was feeling rather small. When he let her go her face replanted itself against his bulge as he then shifted his grip to her ponytail.

Kazuma used her ponytail as a makeshift leash and proceeded to force the increasingly submissive giant to crawl along as he pulled her to the apron. When they got there Origa was released and with but a simple nudge was toppled and rolled onto her back. She heard Kazuma leave the ring and then she felt her body get dragged until her head, arms and chest hung over the side. Origa then heard the rustling of clothing and when her eyes focused they landed on Kazuma now free organ.

When the brown haired man stepped up to her his dick was only a few mere centimeters away from her mouth. She could smell his scent and Origa in a moment of defiance willed herself to keep her mouth closed. That lasted only seconds though as Kazuma then began to lick and suck both of her pink nipples sending fire through the giants body. Origa’s mouth opened to release a moan but Kazuma quickly silenced her by taking the chance to slide his dick in. Now Origa was forced to blow Kazuma as her turned her body into his toy. His licking and sucking on both of her nipples was driving Origa’s body insane and her naked hips began to buck as her eyes slowly rolled into the back of her head.

Kazuma listened to Origa's muffled moans as he continued to suck on her nipples. He felt her body tremble as it began to heat up against his. Origa wasn't even trying to resist at this point as her hips were once again bucking into the air, a sure sign that Origa was once again finding herself close to the edge. Kazuma also felt himself getting close to the edge as this forced blowjob of Origa's started to become more compliant as Origa's tongue began to lick his dick from base to tip, like she was trying to taste every inch of Kazuma while she had the chance before she really got a taste of Kazuma.

She wouldn't have to wait long for either her release or Kazuma's as with one last thrust and one last suck they both climaxed. Origa's hips shot into the air, spraying her juices like a water fountain as a thick load of cum shot into her mouth. Kazuma pulled back to inspect the "damage" of this "attack" and needless to say it was as one would expect. There was a large puddle starting form beneath Origa's womanhood and drops of his cum dropped from her mouth, mimicking the way it was coming off of his rod.

Kazuma then pulled up his pants and slid back into the ring, grabbing one of Origa's legs as he did so and then pulling her freshly exhausted body to the center of the ring for his next move. There was one move that he had always wanted to do an exhausted opponent and with the way Origa was now there was no way she could resist it the signature move of Miss Spencer from Rumble Roses; The Teacher Lock!

Origa’s world was filled with pleasure as Kazuma’s had his way with her. With each lick and suck on her breasts made her body twitch and her hips buck. All the while he pistons his dick back and forth inside of her mouth and making her throat tighten. Her tongue ran along it as her thrusted and tasted every inch of him and only heightened her own pleasure along with his.

With their pleasure reaching new heights together it wasn’t surprising when they both reached the edge and with one last thrust and a suck they both reached their limit. Origa’s hips shot into the air as she has another mind numbing explosive orgasm and came all over the canvas. Kazuma shot his load down Origa’s throat and covered the entirety of her mouth with his cum.

When they finished Kazuma removed himself from Origa’s mouth and watched as his cum dripped Origa of her mouth and fell to the floor. Her tongue hung outside stained and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. She was completely limp when Kazuma crawled back into the ring and dragged her back to the center. This spar so far had been a far cry from their own match which was fairly even. Now Origa was Kazuma’s toy and he was planning on playing with her all day long.

Once they were in the center of the ring Kazuma briefly put Origa into a seated position and began the work needed to lock in the "submission". He came around to her legs and grabbed her right arm, crossing it in front of her still dripping sex, then he grabbed her right leg and made it crossover her arm. He repeated these steps with her left leg and arm, crossing them over Origa's leg in the exact way he did moments before. Finally he forced her on his back and flipped her on her face and sat on her now raised-in-the-air posterior, using both of their combined weight to keep her limbs pinned in the manner he arranged them, the Teacher Lock was complete.

Kazuma felt powerful as he sat on the Brazilian Giant. This was a sight that people would gladly be taking pictures of in spades if they saw it. Too bad there wasn't a referee here to turn it into a private match but then again this was a personal matter and he wouldn't want people to witness it. Kazuma then shifted his position, his foot was now in front of Origa's face; the same foot that he had used to not only make Origa cum in their match but also refer to him as "master".

"Hey Origa, look. It's the foot of your "master". Why don't you kiss it?" Kazuma pushed his foot in front of Origa's face and began to rub it against her. If she didn't it then Kazuma would "encourage" her to do so by teasing her womanhood once more by reaching his hand back and rubbing it with his fingers.