Conquered Hearts

Twin double doors separating the infirmary ward of the Tokyo arena from it's adjacent hallway were dramatically thrust upon by a sole black boot, startling medical personnel in white coats and random passerby's into diverting their attention towards the slamming noise and it's dynamic point of origin. The sight of an eye-patch donning French maid trudging onward would be what greeted them as Akino menacingly marched out of the medical wing of the arena with teeth gnashed and gloved hands tightly clenched into white-knuckled fists. Those around her were wisely steering clear of the wrathful aura she emanated on her way down the luminescent hallway, however those aforementioned doctors were going on about their typical workday with casual indifference and continuing their conversations as soon as Akino had rounded a corner. What would have been an absolutely bizarre and surreal occurrence in any ordinary hospital being reacted to appropriately enough considering what these medical practitioners see on any given day. A voluptuous dominatrix in a silken bodysuit just than walking up to one of those doctors and asking if she happened to leave her whip behind in his office...

"Goddamn cheap shottin Martial Arts Kung Fu MotherFucker...I ever see him again I'll-OW...my fuckin jaw..." Great. Akino couldn't even sulk without being in grimacing misery. The cycloptic maid cupping her jaw as she soldiered on towards the locker-rooms, intent on packing up her shit and making a straight beeline for the parking lot. Her frilly maid outfit still in tatters from her losing effort in tonight's match and the riotous uppercut that somehow tore her outfit asunder along with securing Goto the victory. At least that's what officials informed her of what happened considering she retained little to no memories of the end of the match aside from a feeling of weightlessness towards the end and immense pressure underneath her chin. Now her slim abdomen and underside of her breasts were visible to those who dared tried to ogle her. But not even that appeared to matter much to Akino, clearly fuming from her defeat at the hands of the bearded warrior whom she'd be thirsting for a rematch against for some time. It was an outright embarrassment, getting kayoed like that. And no-one else could convince her otherwise. Losses beginning to rack up again, bills needing to be paid. Once again nothing was going right for her, and the only tangible direction her life was taking was down...and back in the dumpster.

Akino was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, but the last few years had only made her more so. Those years had been spent watching her on computer and television screens, seeing her photos in print, restructuring their time together from sparse memories, but none of it - none - could compare to seeing her now, seeing her in real life, seeing her walk through the hallways with a smoldering eye. That was the sexiest thing about her, despite all the steep competition against it. She had a magnificent body from head to toe, ripe breasts, a smooth ass, delectable thighs, but none of it could compare with the energy in her face, that fiery gaze.

This was a dangerous woman. This was a pure fighter. This was a wild beast that few could even attempt to conquer. Some might have been deterred by the idea, scared at the prospect.

Khan was not one such person.

As Akino stormed through the halls, she emerged from the shadows, just as the cyclops neared the locker room. She came out of the darkness as if it were a shroud that she could shrug off with ease, appearing at the one-eyed martial artist’s side in the same schoolgirl attire that she wore the last time they’d seen each other, fitting her as well as ever.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t announce her presence. No warning, no preamble, no invitation. She merely slammed into Akino’s body, rammed her into the nearest wall, and pinned her there with her body, mashing them together, sandwiching her with the stone and bringing their faces close together, their noses touching...but nothing else.

Silent. Unmoving. Staring. Waiting.

By now, the rest of this accursed workday had been thoroughly mapped out in Akino's head like a mundane itinerary with several square boxes needing to be checked off before she could officially start putting this clobbering in the rear-view mirror. 1) Showering off the miserable stench of defeat and sweat. 2) Stopping by her local pharmacy to purchase first aid supplies so she could start self-medicating once she gets home. 3) Scrounging up whatever dinner she could forage from within her refrigerator before getting sufficiently wasted on whatever she has left in her liquor cabinet while watching MMA fights on her DVR and Japanese soap operas. After which...well, Akino figured there was no point in planning anything else for after that part of the night since she wasn't going to remember much after that point anyway. It was times like these where she thoroughly wished all of her troubles had just one singular face that she could deck right square in the-

"WHAT THE FUCK??!! YOU WANNA FUCKING FIGH-" Once upon a time, Akino would not have been so easily pounced upon. But that's exactly what happened with her back being slammed up against the wall and her black boots skidding against the floor. A virulent retort hollered out with her spitfire spirit ready to lash out at the sorry soul thinking they'd found a defenseless mark today...until her sole eye brightened up from discovering just whom her mystery assailant was. Several seconds of shock and nostalgic recollections taking her aback before the tension in her pinned frame melted down, along with a mirthful chuckle from one who scarcely dares to show genuine joviality. "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eye. Where the hell have you been all my life~..." Perhaps unknown to Khan, but by now Akino would have crossed her ankles behind her old partner's back, those delectable thighs squeezing on her waist and bringing them closer than they've been in years. Tasting the heat of Khan's breath as their yearning lips flicked with certain syllables...

Time could do many things - wear down mountains or make them rise, shift the sands of a desert, reduce buildings to dust. But it couldn’t dull Khan’s memories of Akino. It couldn't make her forget the way their skin felt when it touched, the way her body was so soft and supple despite the strength underneath. It couldn’t make her forget the look in this woman’s eyes, that fierce look that could melt glaciers, that warrior’s spirit...before it gave way to something far more smoldering and sultry.

Yes. She had been here before, and it was good to be back.

She kept her face hardened even as the legs wrapped around her waist, keeping them tight and close. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss, along with all the memories that accompanied it. For a moment, she was younger, wilder, making out in the shadows of her school, and she wanted little more than to stay here and have this skin against her for as long as they both could stand it.

It took a great deal of fortitude, but Khan managed to pull away and rest her forehead against Akino’s, panting hard to catch her breath. It was a good thing that she came to her lover now, after the match. The sweat added so much flavor. ”Around. Never too far.” Khan spoke deep, low, almost a whisper with quiet dispassion. She brought her hands down, slipped them Akino’s skirt, and let her fingers sink into that delectable flesh, while she leaned forward to make sure her lover stayed pinned against the wall. Holding her there. Trapping her there. ”Was I missed?”

Typically, whenever a wrestler in AFW becomes ambushed backstage post-match when they were vulnerable and subdued from mounting fatigue, it spells utter doom for the beset upon grappler and adds further fuel to the combustible debate for a heightened security presence backstage. Although every once in a blue moon that lackadaisical approach to the talent's well-being allows for encounters such as these, and these types of tackling revelations are what life's all about. Tasting that conqueror's passion once again lit a fire itself within Akino as she hummed savagely into the mushed smooch. Ferociously intimate yet with a sweetened softness to their lips molded together, and only ended thanks to Khan's steeled willpower and a need for breathable air eventually.

"Hmph...not really. I was handling myself perfectly fine before you showed up. I've practically got this place on lockdown. Makin bitches tap, nap, or snap. You should know all about that though. Seeing as how I recall our fights ending with me wrestling you down and puttin that luscious mouth of yours to work once I stuffed that lovely head between my thighs~..." Akino reminisced with a devilishly playful smirk as she undulated her hips for a subtle grind of her pantied sweet spot against those defined abs of hers. Goosebumps a plenty felt from Kahn clutching her creamy rump as her hands started trailing behind the Mongolian's tanned back to a distinct reminder of just how much toned power was behind the silver eyed beauty.

For a moment before this, a scant second, Khan had worries about this reunion. The two had been apart for a long while, and even the brightest, hottest flame could not burn forever. Was this the same dangerous woman she had fought against and aside? Was the magnetism still there?

Yes. Khan knew it for a fact the moment their lips touched. The heat between them raged, all her muscles tensed, and she had to fight the strong urge to take Akino here and now. There was no woman she wanted more in the world, and this was a strong reminder why.

Akino’s remarks, her taunts, brought out something resembling a smirk from Khan’s lips, the slightest twitch that might have gone unnoticed on someone with a less studious eye than her paramour. Keeping her face in check was a simple thing with most, but this one-eyed wonder always had a way of breaking through and shattering defenses. She wouldn’t get to enjoy her small victory for long, however, as Khan hid her face by bringing it down, turning her attention to Akino’s neck and running her tongue along the side of it, seeing if the taste was as good as she recalled.

It was. Enhanced by the flavor of sweat, too. ”That is how some of our fights went.” Her soft licks turn to harder bite, nipping at the skin with her canines. ”But not all. Have you forgotten?” Khan’s nails dug deeper into Akino’s folsom flesh, crossing the line between a massage and something more painful. ”I could remind you.”

Yeah, Yeah...you didn't need to tell her. Akino knew what she was saying about "having this place on lockdown" was Grade-A bullshite.Her memory wasn't so rattled by her last match that she'd forgotten getting practically obliterated by an uppercut that miraculously didn't have her waking up in the second row in the audience. Consider it a bit of coy flirtatiousness between fellow warriors turned salacious lovers. Besides, Akino knew that Khan must have been acutely up to speed in terms of the maid's abysmal winning ratio recently, but she still needed to save face somehow considering their sinful relationship is built upon what used to be a competitive rivalry between them. Not that her record in AFW mattered worth a damn to her at this very second when Khan's tongue started traiiiiling down the side of her neck...

"Mmmm~...Ahhh, that's..." Akino was evidently at a loss for words as she started melting like chocolate in the Summer sun once Khan demonstrated that for all their time apart, she still remembered where the maid's spot was. As well as all of the times their spars ended with Kahn as the dominant victor and Akino afterward on her knees in humble service of her conqueror. Khan's hands clutched onto her pantied rump melded with the nibbled bites brought pleasure from pain as she breathed humidly down her partner's neck and embraced them together in carnal and sweat mushed warmth. A sideways glance from her half-lidded eye spying the onlookers beginning to gather, wherein she'd jimmy a door open beside them to a separate sparring room. "Less go 'nother round than. See who comes out on top like old times. Less yer afraid to lose again..."

So much about Akino was familiar. She was older now, more mature, but her body still had that same pleasing softness to it. Her lover was athletic, but it seemed like she somehow managed to maintain enough skin to hide those muscles well. You could only feel that power when you squeezed here and there, when you touched her like that or when you rubbed this area a certain way. Deadly, but deceptive. Silk hiding steel.

She had missed Akino. Khan had spent countless nights fantasizing about this woman. She had even made half-hearted efforts to fill the void, relationships with several women, none of whom could handle the pace. There could only be Akino.

Khan was aware of the prying eyes on them, and she didn’t much care. This was the AFW. Whatever they did in these halls would have a decidedly smaller audience than what happened in the ring, even if she were the sort of person to care about modesty. She was well on her way to taking Akino, right here and now.

That only changed when her lover’s suggestion came into play. Khan looked between Akino and the room, a few seconds of silent contemplation, before she forced the door and slid inside, covering them in darkness. She found the lightswitch with one hand and pushed Akino off with the other, a simple gesture meant to remind her lover just how strong she was.

”Very well.” As calm and casual as a Sunday stroll, she began to peel her shirt off, desiring to be topless. Because she felt like it. ”Name the stakes, Akino.”

Once upon a time, the type of scandalous carnality currently on display within AFW's hallways would have been par for the course and nothing out of the ordinary that casual office workers wouldn't see on their average Monday afternoon. It was the kind of workplace atmosphere that could have only been acceptable back when the GM was a German domme who had a drawer full of sex toys right beside her for any and all occasions. However, the arrival of a brand new swingin' dick as GM and the irksome rise of PC culture meant that certain changes had to be made. Namely that any and all hanky-panky within public corridors was strictly prohibited, but whatever transpires within a locked room is between them and them alone. Maximillian called it the "Get A Room" law, and the Tension GM's followed suit.

Akino just straight up didn't have the coin at the moment to pony up for a hefty fine. The Submission Maid always was the brain to Khan's brawn, and thought quickly enough to redirect was definitely gonna fuckin happen into the adjacent room, a training room far smaller than usual but containing a wrestling ring and matted flooring. Akino nimbly back-flipping after Khan's push and clearly giddy at the prospect of what was to come, sitting on a desk behind her and kicking off her boots, biting her lower lip with a salacious smile directed at Khan upon being reminded of how massively well endowed she was by discarding her top with wild abandon. "Hmm~...Submission only, any means necessary. Winner takes the loser as slave for a week...and gets braggin rights, of course." Akino following Khan's lead by disrobing until naught but in her silken unmentionables.

Khan could’ve pressed the issue and had any sort of match she wanted. Akino would have likely agreed with it, and if she had not, it would have been a simple enough matter to convince her - persuasion through aggressive means, a skill that the Mongolian Marauder prided herself on.

But there was no need. Akino had always been the more creative one between them, her mind rife with ideas that left them both pleased. It was good to see that had not changed during their time apart.

Almost as good as it was to see that she had a well of energy to work with despite being fresh off a rather strenuous match. Khan had worried that she might need to hold back in order to have an adequate challenge from her paramour, but if the deft backflip Akino executed was any indication, such worries lacked foundation.

Khan did not ask Akino to disrobe, but suspected that she might upon seeing her do it, and she was not incorrect in her assessment. Nor was she disappointed. The one-eyed wonder’s body was as magnificent as it had been since they last met. Perhaps more so. The perfect form, athletic and seductive, deadly and attractive, an alluring combination of curves. But what truly drew Khan’s eyes was the smile. A pleased look on her face, the kind that she suspected the maid had little cause to bring out these days. Akino was happy. Happy to see her. Happy to fight. Happy in general.

That was good. Khan mirrored the smile for a flash, only a second, before she resumed her stony gaze.

”Good.” She stomped her foot. ”Begin.”

The match had been established, along with the rules, and there was little need for any other ceremony. She rushed forward, raised her arms high, and attempted to bring them down on Akino’s chest with a move she knew the maid knew well her - her Mongolian Chop, the Twin Axes.