Showdown VI - Dire Pack vs. Valkyries: Faction Warfare - Fumika Hau vs. Divine

Match Type: Hentai Endurance
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making the opponent submit or pass out through repeated orgasms.

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Divine didn’t know who she had to thank for this setup, but she owed them something. Maybe a private dance, a special striptease video, something like that. She had been doing a little OnlyFans work in the past few weeks, making some extra cash, and she could think of worse ways to reward someone than with a free membership.

She was in a giving mood, and it came over her the moment she stepped into the room for her match and saw that all the little requests she’d made to management were filled to the letter. It was the perfect little playspace.


Everything on her list was there, with a few extra implements. The St. Andrews cross, padded and sturdy, tucked in a neat space in the corner. A table with all kinds of fun instruments - the ball gag, cuffs, several varieties of whips, and a few different kinds of ropes. A stockade, and a well made one if she was any judge on the quality. As she made her way around the room, she opened up a drawer and found it brimming with all kinds of goodies, too - a couple of collars, leash, wax candles, some strange device with electrodes that even she hadn’t seen before.

Oh, and, of course, there was a bed - a nice, long bed, with more than enough space for two energetic women. A waterbed from the looks of it, with red satin sheets and chains built into the headboard.

It was the kind of play room that any kinkster would be happy to spend some time in, but it was also meant for a match, and in the center of all was the traditional wrestling ring. Albeit, one with a black carpet adorning the canvas and red ropes to match, but a ring all the same. And there, in the middle of it, sat their referee for the evening: a nude, nubian beauty, with wild, unkempt hair and freckled skin. She sat there, cross-legged, and didn't move as Divine made her way about the room, watching her with the slightest hint of a knowing smile.

Yes. Yes, she liked all of this.

She didn’t say anything. She merely stripped out of her clothing, leaving it aside the ring in a neat pile, and made her way into the ring. Divine sauntered over to the nearest corner and leaned against it, putting her full body on display - wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, a lacy design that hugged her skin and met in a thong behind her, leaving little of her body to the imagination. No need to hide, here.

She was ready. All she needed was her date for the evening.

Fumkia didn't know the first thing about what was walking into it and that's what made it so exciting.

Fumika Hua:

All week Manami and Yuki had dedicated themselves to stringent training and study. It was a significant moment for all of them and an occasion that couldn't be squandered with subpar performances. That night when they'd declared themselves in Tension, all three of them tasted blood and became restless. Driven. In a way, Fumika hadn't quite seen since the three of them began. were eager to prepare themselves mentally as well as physically for the fights ahead of them. Both of them were preparing for war.

Fumika was the only one that must have done nothing but think, ponder, and even dream about today and this moment in time where she found herself now. About this red door before her and what would be waiting for her on the other side. In the back of her memory still lingered the scent and touch of that vivacious Valkyrie she’d met all those days ago. There was a time and schedule that ordered Fumika here today, but it was those lingering senses that moved her feet and brought her hand to the door handle. It would be an understatement to say her expectations had been high.

It was nice to see Divine using her passion to meet those standards with such flying colors. Tools and implements lined the sinister room and Fumika’s cerulean gaze lingered on each one from left to right. An impressive collection. She’d only recognized a few of them but was keen to become intimately familiar with them all before she left.

And who else to stand boldly in the center of it all was the Latina femme fatale, as dark and beautifully enchanting as when she was when she slipped away into a raving crowd. Fumika smiled at her simply and made her way to the center of the room. She approached slowly and began a slow circle around Divine, looking her up and down. Fumika reached out and touched her side, brushing her palm gently along her waist and over her toned abdomen as she came back around. She lingered for a moment longer and looked back to those foreign, mysterious eyes.

Fumika’s hand pulled away and came up underneath Divine’s chin. Her fingers graced her jaw and guided her forward as Fumika leaned in and pressed their lips together. The overdue kiss lasted a single deeply intimate moment. The blue-eyed beauty pressed her body close to her other and tilted her head to offer as much as herself as possible. And as quickly as it came, she pulled back and took it all away. She released Divine’s jaw and stepped back with her hands crossed behind her back.

Divine had missed Fumika’s lips.

She regretted their kiss in the ring. Not because it was unpleasant, far from that, but because it had been good - so, so good. Too good. It was like a child having chocolate for the first time, a bite, then having the bar ripped away from her. For weeks, the memory had driven her mad, and she’d only made it worse by keeping herself dry since then - no sex, not even with her regular partners, while she waited.

From a strategic point, that might have seemed like a bad idea, leaving her body like a dam ready to burst. But if strategy was the only thing that mattered in a hentai match, wrestlers would’ve come to the ring wearing a chastity belt. That was the difference between these and other matches - it was pleasing both parties, letting everyone come away satisfied whether they won or lost. Divine wanted to win, but she wouldn’t consider it a victory unless they both had the pleasure they sought.

With some women, she might worry that they couldn’t keep up, that she would have to do the heavy lifting. Not here. Fumika wouldn’t just meet her expectations, but exceed them.

Fumika wasted no time in proving Divine right. The moment she came in through the door, the bountiful blonde flooded the room with her raw electricity, locking eyes and heading her way. She kept her possession as the wolf closed in on her prey, didn’t move a single inch when her body was inspected and touched. It was all there for her, after all. Enjoy. Feel. Savor.

When the two came together for the kiss, it was as if they were two longtime lovers, coming together for their traditional greeting. Hot and wet, Divine’s hot breath flowed into Fumika’s mouth, and her tongue followed soon after, lapping at her teeth, desperate for every taste. It was brief, the smallest taste of what was to come, and as she moved in and pressed against her body, she was ready for so much more.

Which made the denial even worse. A sharp, startled gasp escaped her lips when Fumika pulled and stepped back, standing there with her arms behind her back and that sweet, innocent, deadly smile. One point to her. But she wasn’t the only one here who could tease.

She found her composure soon enough and stepped forward, placing one foot in front of the other as she headed towards Fumika, as if she were walking an invisible tightrope. With arms held high, she presented her entire body, hips swaying and stomach undulating to music that only she could hear. Divine came in close and brought her arms up, wrapping them around her lover’s shoulder, and began to grind against her. Thrusting, pushing, sliding, making their bodies mold together.

Fumika was her pole, serving for the kind of dance that had driven thousands of men wild back in her stage days, and she hadn’t lost a step in the routine since then. She leaned back, whipped her head about, and spun around to face away from her foe, but she wasn’t giving up on the tactic, just changing the approach. She stepped back and ran her bare cheeks along Fumika’s lap, dipped down into a crouch only to raise up like a slithering snake, a cobra swinging to the charmer’s music. She ground harder with each passing second, losing herself to the moment, only pausing every now and then to see what sort of reaction she was getting - if any at all.

What was that? Raspberry, certainly. But there was also...tequila? Close, though a little more exotic. There was more of a sting to it, a flaming hot burn.

Fumika wasn't simply standing there and looking pretty. For the most part, she was. Divine couldn't seem to get enough of staring and wanting her after all. In the back of her mind, however, she was letting herself process the flavors lingering on the tip of her tongue.

Divine was something she'd been wanting for quite some time, a central reason she'd expressed her sincere support for migrating out of the shadows and into AFW's bountiful halls: variety. Japan could be a boring place when it came to its seemingly endless avenues of carnal pleasures.

She had few complaints. Divine was reacting in all that right ways and giving her the attention she so greatly desired. Her body longed for even one caressing touch. And she tasted fantastic. Fumika made that tidbit perfectly well known with a lick of her lips without sacrificing a moment of eye contact. Her terms were clear and the stage was all set. She was quite interested in seeing how her other half performed.

And what a performance it was. Fumika didn't move as Divine approached, not at first. She was fine with giving the Brazilian beauty the same luxury of her unfettered access in these opening moments. Her blue eyes watched carefully as the dancer turned on the spot, whipping her hair to Fumika's face before beginning her dance of temptation.

Divine was beautiful. Those sun-kissed features and unique charm made it an indisputable fact. But seeing her dance simply didn't do justice to those words. Fumika's blue eyes lingered on every detail. The power and energy were infectious all their own, yet the way she moved made it feel as though she were seeing Divine for the first time. Tight bronze skin clinging to every curve Everywhere she looked she saw something she wanted to touch. To kiss, lick, and gnaw. She made a note in the back of her mind for every inch.

Her hands around her back came forward. Fumika brought one to the back of her lush thigh so close to her own, brushing her fingertips up to the rim of the perfectly rounded cheeks grinding against her lap. Her other hand came into the fray. Both of her palms met the Latina's hips and pulled her an inch closer before climbing up and caressing her sides. She felt the lithe skin of her waist, ran her fingertips along the ridge of her ribs and over the dancer's stomach. Touching, feeling, admiring.

Moving, twisting, grinding. The feel of flesh against flesh, that scent in the air, the electric intensity coursing through her veins. t was funny, really, but Divine hadn’t realized how much she’d missed exotic dancing until just this moment.

She’d dabbled in it here and there since coming to Japan, put on the occasional little show for her fellow Valkyries or to get a lover in the mood, but she could never quite work herself up to anything so sensuous as this. She never had a partner like Fumika after all, someone who lusted after her the same way and had those feelings returned, someone with a body like this, begging to be touched. That those mighty thighs could crush her bones was a spice that gave it all a dangerous flavor. She was on the razor’s edge, and they both knew it.

Her only regret was not bringing up some music to dance along with, but oh well. If Fumika had any objections, she wasn’t voicing them. She wasn’t saying anything, really, but that was okay - words weren’t what she wanted from this woman. Divine’s main goal was to get those hands out from behind her back and onto her body, and that mission was accomplished soon enough.

”Yes.” That word came out with a low hiss, a whisper that would’ve been lost in the crowd’s noise any other time, as probing hands found her hips and pulled at her, exploring her, sampling her. She responded in kind, gyrating faster now, and thrust her hips back with enough force to make Fumika move. Not enough to push her off, but a tease, a strong bump. A little play.

It was a good start, but she wanted more, they both did, and tonight was about satisfying those cravings.

One hand at her hips was enough, she liked it there, but she wanted Fumika’s touch all over. She reached down and took the Gentle Wolf’s wrist with a light grip, urging it upwards, letting her palm slide along her toned abs, rub along her breasts, before letting it come to her neck...and stopping there. She kept it there as she brought their bodies together, so close now that she could turn her head to the side and run her tongue along Fumika’s ear, so close that their hairs mingled along their shoulders and that impressive chest molded against her back. It was an unspoken offer, a dare for her to turn to violence if she so desired, putting her head in the jaws and waiting for the bite. This was a match, after all, and Divine was leaving herself vulnerable. A rare opportunity.

What would Fumika do with it? As she nibbled at the Wolf’s earlobe, the Valkyrie’s half-lidded eyes looked on, curious and waiting.

'Yes.' Quite.

Fumika knew that Divine would be a receptive partner from the outset. The dancer was blessed with untamable energy and liveliness that almost seemed innate. That energy wielded enormous potential in the right hands. Deserving hands. It took an experienced and sophisticated character such as Divine to understand the difference.

What other reason would she have for giving herself like this? The dance was only the first step and one that Fumika took no small amount of enjoyment in witnessing. She had to touch her. There was no way around it. Divine must have assumed she was gaining a foothold. Perhaps that was happening.

The She-Wolf could see no other reason for what came after. In these precious moments of analysis, feeling, and rhythm, her partner had utterly surrendered the momentum. More than that, she had surrendered everything. Fumika saw her hands guided to Divine’s most vulnerable areas. Over that tender stomach and desirable breasts until it all came to a stop, ever so curiously, at her neck. Fumika exchanged glances with the biker watching her with a critical eye. Was she testing her?

The grip tightened around Divine’s throat almost instantly. In the corner of her eye, she would see the ghostly pure blue of the wolf woman’s iris staring her through. Only another inch and the pressure of her fingertips would be right at the flow of the Brazilan’s blood and breath. She felt the steady tempo of the Latina’s heartbeat spurred by the danger. A step from death. All Fumika had to do was squeeze and it could all be hers. She hoped Divine felt that. She wanted to know how excited it made her.

Fumika drew close and kissed Divine on the neck. Her hand released its grip on her neck and chose to place a gentle grip with two fingers on her chin. Fumika turned her head to face the wolf’s wanting lips as they peppered a trail along the crook of her neck. She sampled the soft skin at every opportunity on her way to their familiar spot as she marked her territory underneath the Latina’s jaw, once on the chin, over to her cheek, the ridge of her bottom lip. Her lips touched just outside Divine’s own, keeping to the periphery as her pace slowed to a deliberate near-halt close enough to taste the breath on the other’s tongue.

In her time with the Valkyries, Divine had gained a reputation as a bit of a slut. It wasn’t a word that her fellow Valkyries would use to her face, but she had good ears. She heard the whispers. She knew the rumors. That she would sleep with anyone, an easy fuck. It wasn’t all that different from what she’d come across back home, though it was more than a little disappointing in a more enlightened part of the world.

Not that she cared. In fact, she welcomed the title - if being a slut meant that she liked sex, well, it was true, and there was no shame in that. Though, that wasn’t to say that she had no preference in partners, only that those preferences had little to do with the physical. Fat, skinny, white, black, male, female, all over the spectrum. She could be attracted to any. She could be attracted to none.

Divine craved interesting people. And this woman behind her, Fumika Hau, was already proving to be one of the most interesting women she had ever met.

With her neck exposed and waiting, she kept her half-lidded eyes on her foe, curious to see what the She-Wolf would do with her meal presented to her, and she didn’t have to wait long for her question to be answered. A hand at her throat, a tightening grip, taking away her breath. It didn't take much to do true damage to this part of the human body, and it was clear that Fumika was intimately familiar with it. She knew the right kind of pressure. How much to apply. What to hold back. The sort of expertise that only came from years of firsthand experience.

Divine closed her eyes, bit her lip, and smiled.

It could have ended right there, with a simple squeeze. It didn’t. Instead, the grip was released and replaced with something gentler and tender. Soft, tasting kisses, pecking at her neck, leaving a trail, tickling her skin. The simplest touch was all that Fumika needed to bring Divine’s head around, and she was all too happy to accept the kiss, bringing their lips together like longtime lovers. They pulled away for a moment, just a couple of inches, but Divine’s tongue slipped out and lapped at her opponent’s mouth and invited her right back in.

She was content with this contact for only a few more moments before she found herself craving more, never satisfied with a single position. Now that they were clearly on the same page - or at least the same book - Divine brought her body around to face Fumika in full, sliding her slim figure against the solid body, letting their skin and muscles meet and mould together. Her arms wrapped around her foe’s neck as she continued the kiss, and she started to push forward - soft steps, not too forceful, urging her towards the corner with a subtle suggestion.