Yasha Love Vs. Shiki

Yasha was surprised that Shiki had twisted around. This didn't make her hesitate in the least and in fact, had she not been concentrating, she would have surely have pointed out how much more thrilling it was for the fans, the punks bust pushed and strained, the focus of the fans gaze directly on her chest. As Yasha saw Shiki grab her ankles, the demon of love grinned and let Shiki pull her legs up off of her. When Yasha's legs were just at Shiki's head, she pushed forward, hoping to force Shiki into her crotch as she wrapped her legs sround her head.

If Yasha could get the move, she would swing her hips in such a matter to allow her to grab onerop with both hands, giving Shiki some quality time with Yasha's pink vinyl clad crotch. "Looks like you're finally understanding the True meaning of Love!" She said with a grin as the crowd cheered loudly. After a few moments of this hold, even Hilde blushing a little, Yasha pushed off the ropes and used gravity and momentum to put Shiki into a modified huricanrana.

Amost.. there! Once I get free...

Shiki had dared to offer a sigh of relief as she successfully shoved upward on both of Yasha's feet, feeling the pressure leaving her chest, and more importantly, her breasts! Resisting an urge to rub the mistreated area of her body, Shiki gave a disdainful frown as her lips parted,

" Didn't work out quite the way you plan—mmngh!? "

The punkette's green eyes were wide as she found both of Yasha's legs wrapping tightly around her head before she could even begin to finish her sentence—but, perhaps, more importantly, Shiki's words were cut quite short as the fabric covering Yasha's tush and crotch soon pressed firmly with her lips and face. The youth's entire body tensed and froze instinctively in the moment as she felt the force of Yasha Love's thighs around her. Even worse was the rather sweet scent that seemed to make it's best efforts to intoxicate Shiki's senses. Despite the roar of the crowd, Shiki could make out the demon of love's words; unfortunately, any kind of response Shiki had this time was only muffled between the woman's legs. The punkette's cheeks were burning, she was definitely blushing between those legs.. but then again, who wouldn't be!?

Despite the eternity she seemed to spend with her face pressed rather intimately with Yasha's crotch, Shiki couldn't even begin to organize some kind of counter measure before Yasha suddenly swung both of their forms into a modified huricanrana; driving Shiki's head and form directly to the mat. The youth hit the ring with a solid bounce, her landing a bit jumbled before she went into a brief defensive roll, finally settling on her stomach—and then slowly to her hands and knees. " Y-You!.. " No matter how she tried to hide it, Shiki's cheeks were still a sheepishly red tint as the youth was clearly flustered and in a bit of pain.

Yasha sprang up from the hurricanrana into a perfect Super Sentei pose. One leg straight and balancing her body as her other leg bent and she pressed the sole of her boot against her toned calf. Her hand went out in victory and her other hand tugged at her partially unzipped suit, exposing a scant more flesh and adding a a sexy aspect to her pose that the cheering crowd thoroughly approved of.

She looked at Shiiki as the girl crawled to her hands and knees. She pouted when Shiki called her out. "Ara? Me" She said cutely. She then charged forward, looking as though she was going to possibly kick her in the face. But instead of that, she would leap over Shiki and try and use her back as a springboard to leap to the other turnbuckle and latch herself onto hit, her feet on the second ropes, holding onto the top rope with her hands.

" What the hell... was that!? "

Shiki brought a hand to her forehead as she tossed her accusatory tone quite deliberately at Yasha Love—in particularly at her choice in techniques. The youth still felt her heart racing a bit though her flushed cheeks had cleared some. However, the distinct sensation and warmth of the the demon of love's bodysuit against her face was still fresh in Shiki's memory—and it was positively infuriating!.. And distracting! It was practically cheating! Shiki found herself biting her bottom lip as her frustration continued to grow—of course, the sudden jolt from Yasha's boot, kicking off her back, didn't help the process much either.

Did she just use me like.. a damn foot stool!?

Shiki shouldered the other girl's weight easy, if not exactly willingly, enough though she wasn't entirely sure of Yasha's intent upon using her like a springboard. Officially pissed off, however, Shiki wasted little time as she began to raise to her feet. No matter what Yasha Love had planned, Shiki was intent on returning some of the pain and humiliation she had suffered already.

Yasha crouched in her position as she watched the bewildered punk. She wiggled her tight butt in anticipation as she waited for Shiki to turn around and face her. Tensed like a cat ready to strike, Yasha shot forward like like a bullet. "Love Plunge!" She yelled out as she spread her arms as wide as she could. It looked like Yasha had aimed a little high and might sail over Shiki. However, it soon bacame clear what she was doing as her plump and partially exposed breasts were heading right for Shiki's face.

Shiki's eyebrow twitched as forced grin touched her lips—she had turned just in time to find Yasha now launching herself directly at her from the top rope. Of course, it wasn't just that simple; she could already feel a target painted on her face as Yasha's breasts seemed to soar her way with more precision than Shiki dared to question.

Damn it, let's do this!

With those mental words of encouragement, and a dangerous flicker in those green eyes, the punkette planted both feet firmly as she opened her arms wide as Yasha descent took straight down upon Shiki and her waiting arms. As Yasha's form hit Shiki's, the youth's entire frame jerked and staggered back wildly at first. However, the stubborn youth had quickly wrapped both arms around the lower waist of demon of love, against all odds, absolutely refusing to topple over.

" Mmn—.. G-Got you—mmn! " Though she had managed to perform quite a catch, Shiki was finding it a bit hard to speak.. with Yasha Love's breasts right in her face. The soft burn from her cheeks, now mixed with a fair bit of sweat, was returning but Shiki did her best to ignore it for the time being, reinforcing her grip and taking a moment to center her balance so she could actually do some damage!

Yasha felt her bosom slam into Shiki's face but was surprised at the punk's strength as she was held into the air. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Shiki's waist to hold on tightly to Shiki. She then looked down at Shiki and ran her fingers through the punk's hair. "Already fishing for my little gift! Ah ah! If you want want my Love, You'll have to really look!" The crowd roared as she attempted to really shove her breasts in Shiki's face.

Shiki felt a small shiver as the demon of love's fingers slipped through her hair—a nice feeling, though it wasn't exactly welcomed given the context of the moment. Shiki made her best efforts to keep her face out of the ample boobage despite Yasha's "encouragement". However, as Yasha quickly locked her legs around Shiki's waist, that rather swiftly became an impossible task. Shiki was seething—her cheeks flushing a little more with each second as her lips and nose, even her cheeks, occasionally pressed against Yasha Love's naked flesh. Stubbornly, Shiki stood her ground, keeping a firm grasp at the blonde's waist but, ultimately, accomplishing little to nothing.

Well, is this really all that bad? She joked to herself, bitterly, as it seemed the pair had come to a bit of a stalemate. A few more moments between Yasha's breasts, however, revealed more of the situation than Shiki had first perceived. Her breathes became labored, sweat had already began to mat her raven locks wetly about her face and along Yasha's breasts. Shiki shifted her face as much as she could (despite the obviously cheers of approval that was received from the crowd) as she fought for some air but she had little to no luck. She's trying to suffocate me! The realization hit Shiki pretty hard along with a brief moment of panic. Though struggling for air, she still had plenty of fight in her; without even a second thought, Shiki would dash forward, clutching tightly at Yasha. Despite her clearly blind run, Shiki had a rough estimate of where the closest turnbuckle was. With one wild and slightly unbalanced charged, she'd slam the pair of them into the corner of the ring, driving Yasha back-first! She was going to get her off, one way or another! Or so at least she told herself.

Yasha had subconsciously begun to pant while she smothered Shiki. Even though Yasha was a lusty and playful tease, Hilde was quite the opposite. A shy, almost prudish person by nature, she couldn't deny that Shiki's hot breath rolled onto her breasts, the brushing of the lips and the cool tingle of the sweat soaked hair was really making her hot. Her cheeks were flush red but she tried her best to keep the smother on. Eventually Shiki would run out of strength and fall to the ground.

Yasha's eyes widened, however, when she felt heself be pushed back. She let out a grunt as her back was slammed into theturnbuckle. Her grip around Shiki's waist loosened but she reestablished it quickly. She grunted against the turnbuckle as she was squished but it did seem to push Shiki further into her valleys as well.

You can't be serious..!

Shiki gasped into Yasha's breasts, much to her own chagrin, as she drilled Yasha into the corner post—their forms smacking together a bit more intimately as Shiki made her best attempt at crushing the blonde in the corner of the ring. Unfortunately, the demon of love kept a firm grasp on Shiki, unrelenting with her smothering. The whole "demon of love" thing was beginning to make sense to Shiki—the punkette could only offer a muffled sigh of frustration among her panting for air. Stubbornly, Shiki began to back up—her steps growing more heavy—seemly gathering more strength for another charge. Unfortunately, the raven haired one found her balance faltering as her knee's finally buckled. The punkette found herself stumbling back at first before she managed to nearly over-correct her motion as she then staggered forward a few steps. With her entire body beginning to shake softly with the strain, Shiki finally slumped straight down to her tush—taking Yasha down, unceremoniously, into her lap as the demon of love continued to cling to the drained punkette.

Shiki's muffles and pants grew more audible as her form slouched just slightly into Yasha's as the two shared a spot along the ring. Each second seemed to drain away at Shiki's endurance but the youth seemed to stubbornly continue to fight, her form growing tense once more though every movement from the youth seemed sluggish now. Despite it all, she had no intention of losing like this! That was for sure!