Adventuring David vs Amazonian Goliath: The Rematch

Kazuma watched as Origa attempted to pry herself free from his legs, she had nearly succeeded too but then he snuck his hand beneath her bikini bottoms and started to directly play with her womanhood. He was shocked that Origa had already become so wet, apparently the fumes had been having quite the effect on her when the only notable things she had done so far were hit him with a stink face and give him a foot job. Now that he was playing with her lower lips and had her face pressed against his crotch, its sensual scent now directly wafting into her nose, she would surely start to lose some of the fight in her.

Kazuma tightened his legs and increased the pressure on Origa's head while he continued to finger her. He watched closely as Origa seemingly started to cease her struggling beneath him. When he was sure she was out of it he released his hold and stood up over the amazon. Origa was a resilient woman and her vitality allowed her to bounce back from things and keep going faster than most people, at least when not being subjected to H-Moves. He looked over at the turnbuckles; trying to determine if he should grab one of the collars or go for something a bit more risky for maximum damage. If he went for a collar and Origa got up she was sure to fight him off and worst case scenario she'd take it from him and use it against him.

Looked like Kazuma had his answer so he grabbed one of Origa's arms and legs and dragged her a bit closer to one of the turnbuckles. Once he had her where he wanted her Kazuma climbed up to the top turnbuckle, intent on hitting Origa with a Frog Splash. He took a moment to take a deep breathe as he measured the distance once more before leaping into the air. If Origa truly was out hopefully he would be able to collar her after he landed.

Origa’s hands pried as best as they could on Kazuma’s thighs and if this was a normal match then she would have been able to do it with little to no effort with her strength. But this wasn’t a normal match and the fumes that she had been breathing in had made the amazon distracted and aroused. Didn’t help that the fumes mixed with the salty scent of Kazuma’s covered dick. The smell and the feeling of it pressing and rubbing against her face brought back all sorts of memories of what it had and can do to her.

Along with this was the constant stimulation of her lower lips as Kazuma began to work over her body with the skill only of someone who knew exactly where to press and rub. Slowly but surely Origa began to lose the strength in her arms as he gave her sex more and more attention.

Just as her hips were starting to buck Kazuma released his hold on the distracted amazon and began to drag her to one of the corners. There he would let her go and to Origa’s widening eyes climb up the top turnbuckle. Origa knew that if Kazuma hit her with a frog splash it would put her at a severe disadvantage so she waited for him to make his jump and as soon as he did Origa would roll closer to the corner and out of the splash zone.

Kazuma jumped into the air, ready to drive himself into Origa's exposed stomach but then she rolled closer to the corner. It was far too late for Kazuma to stop himself as he fell into the canvas. He clutched his stomach as he fought through the pain to pull himself up to a kneeling position. Origa had either been playing possum or was quicker to recover than Kazuma had anticipated, either way he needed to get away and regroup, even if only for a moment.

Kazuma began to move away from Origa while she was still recovering in the corner. His pace was slow as he moved as he nursed his hurting form. Hopefully he'd get far enough away from Origa to breathe and recover long enough for the pain to dull and be in somewhat fighting shape.

The escape worked and Origa was able to avoid Kazuma’s frog splash and avoid the disadvantage that would bring. However such an escape turned out to be a double edged sword for while Origa escaped Kazuma’s attack she rolled closer to the walls of the cage and in turn closer to the aphrodisiac that coated them basking her in its intoxicating scent. Panting she would be unable to stop herself from breathing in the smell and immediately she could feel its effects.

Goosebumps began to grow as if a chilly wind blew against her. Her nipples poked through her bikini top as They became sensitive to any outside stimuli. And her thighs began to press together as she felt an incredible heat begin to spread in her most sensitive of places and soak through her bottoms.

With a violent shake of her head Origa managed to roll herself away from the corner and crawl back to her feet. Looking up she saw Kazuma trying to crawl away and recover. Knowing she couldn’t allow that to happen Origa would March her way over to him and drop onto his back in a butt slam. If that worked then she would yank both of his arms over her thighs and wrench his head up in a powerful camel clutch. She hoped to drain his energy away and as she pulled she pressed his head against her breasts, earning a sharp gasp from the tanned amazon.

Kazuma crawled as fast as he could as the threat Origa still imposed was very much real. Unfortunately the fumes in the air made it hard to concentrate as the air literally reeked of sex and it hadn't even gotten to that point yet. He was more than halfway to the other side of the ring when he began to feel Origa's large foot steps shake the ring again and before he could turn around he felt Origa fall down on his back with a mighty butt slam. Her weight kept him from moving any further.

She then sat upon him and pulled Kazuma's arms over her thighs before wrenching his head up with both hands, locking in camel clutch. It was painful and all Kazuma could do was grit his teeth as Origa kept increasing the strain on him as she continued to pull him further and further back. Eventually, her wrenching brought Kazuma's head between her breasts. As happy as he was to be in such a position Kazuma knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer as the energy he had recovered was gradually leaving his body.

He knew though that her desperation meant that she saw him as a major threat even when wounded, like a wild wolf that was cornered by a group of hunters. If he could just fight through the pain, and minor pleasure, Origa would eventually release the hold and hopefully get in another chance to counter.

The longer the match seemed to go on the more the two of them seemed to get distracted by other more primal urges. The smell of the aphrodisiac along with the heat and sweat that came from the two constantly rubbing up against each other looking for an advantage in their battle for dominance was making things hard to focus for the two of them.

This was certain for Origa for while she wrenched Kazuma’s neck and back up in her camel clutch she found herself getting more and more distracted as she pressed his body against her own. She shuddered as her breasts pressed against the back of his head and her hips twitched as she grinded herself against his bare sweaty back.

After multiple wrenches Origa would finally release Kazuma and let him flop face first into the canvas. Pressing her hands against his shoulder blades Origa took a moment to get her mind back in order as she tried to reduce the fumes effects. Finally standing up Origa would walk around to Kazuma’s head and would grab him by his hair and slowly drag him to his feet.

Kazuma struggled with resisting the urge to yell out a "give up" or rapidly tap on Origa's thighs with each wrench. It was especially difficult with Origa inadvertently rubbing her breasts against the back of his head and her grinding of her noticeably, increasingly wet bikini bottoms against his bare back. He could feel his member grow gradually harder with each passing moment they were in this chamber as he breathed.

Finally though Origa released her hold on Kazuma and he fell down onto the canvas once more. Kazuma heaved a huge sigh of relief as the pain from all the strain on his back finally eased up and he was able to relax for a moment. He felt Origa place her hands on his shoulders and felt her breathe heavily on the back of his head, most likely trying to calm herself from the aphrodisiac fumes that the fan in the chamber kept blowing around them.

After a few moments to calm herself Kazuma watched as Origa stood up and came around to his head and grabbed a handful of his hair. All he could do was grunt as he was pulled back up to a vertical base before Origa, most likely intending to punish him even more. Kazuma noticed a blush on her face and the nipples of her breasts poking out through her bikini top and it was then that Kazuma thought of something desperate. Without word of warning he reached up and began to massage her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples as he did so. He looked behind Origa and noticed how close they were to the ropes, or more accurately the chamber walls.

He began to try and push Origa back towards it, hoping that if even a little got on her that the aphrodisiac would have as strong an effect on her as the fumes was having on them. He just hoped that Origa didn't realize what he was up to and escape.

With a grip on her opponents brown hair Origa sluggishly began to drag Kazuma to his feet and prepares him for more punishment. She shook her head as she could feel it begin to get foggy from the constant scent in the air and pushed on with pulling him to his feet. She hoped that Kazuma was too weak from her camel clutch to resist any form of offense that Origa had planned for him but she didn’t realize how desperate this made him.

“Iyaaann!” She gasped out as her opponent suddenly shot his arms out and grabbed Origa’s over sensitive breasts and began to mold then around his fingers. Her hold immediately started to loosen and her body froze as her mind was overloaded with split second pleasure. Her juices ran down her thighs as her body continued to get more and more aroused as the match continued and Kazuma was more than happy to help it along.

So far in the fog of lust Origa didn’t realize that she was slowly being pushed back towards the ropes, or more specifically the aphrodisiac smeared walls. This information shocked her back into the real world and thinking quickly she did the first thing that came to her mind. She slapped him. Not unlike the end of their spar Origa slapped Kazuma hard, only this time instead of letting him fall to the canvas Origa would instead crouch down and let him fall across her shoulders where she would then stand up to full height and wrench in her new torture rack.

Kazuma had a firm hold of Origa's bosom as he massaged them with his hands. The hold that she had had on his hair loosened enough for him to get out and Origa's surprise yelp was all the encouragement he needed to begin slowly pushing her back towards the chamber wall. Slowly but surely they got closer to the wall, a trail of Origa's bodily secretions marking their path.

Unfortunately Origa began to notice this as well and in an act of desperation slapped Kazuma in the face once more. This one was closer to the one that she had given him in the shower a week ago. It had enough force to make Kazuma remove his hands from her breasts but it didn't quite make him do the complete 360 he had done back then. Kazuma was dazed and because of the camel clutch from earlier he didn't quite have the energy to stand on his feet so he began to fall backwards.

Instead of the hardness of the canvas though he found that he had fallen onto Origa's shoulders and the moment she did she grabbed his leg and his head, rose to her full 7'2" height and started to subject Kazuma to a torture rack. He began to struggle in her grasp, trying everything he could to loosen her hold on him. Kazuma remembered the last time she had put him in this position, she had paraded him around the ring on her shoulders, jerking him off as she did so. He could feel his rod start to harden again at the thought of it, despite the strain she was putting on his back. His struggling would soon stop as Origa's next move would cause him to freeze in his tracks.

Kazuma’s collapsed onto Origa’s shoulders in a daze as he tried to recover from the sharp slap she delivered. Origa could faintly see the glowing red of her hand mark beginning to grow on his face and she briefly wondered if she should have probably not hit him as hard as she did. She quickly dismissed it from her mind and refocused herself back to the match and walked to the center of the ring.

For a moment she bent in a sharp curve over her back to really stretch him out and pop his spine a bit. After she felt he had enough Origa then moved her hand from his thigh to his covered bulge which she began to rub back and forth. She rubbed him for a moment or two and she could feel him freeze and tense up in her grasp. Finally she pulled down his shorts far enough for his member to completely pop out of its hiding place and proceeded to jerk it for all it was worth.

She relished in the cries that came from his mouth and thought that this would be the start of a fitting punishment for what happened between them in the gym. Deciding that she wanted to get in on the action Origa then used her hand on his chin to turn his head so she could engage him in a steaming hot kiss. Her tongue then proceeded to batter his own for the right to rule his mouth.