Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

The little squeeze made Anja anxious which way Inoue would go with her. Rough and conquering? Soft and gentle? Either way, a proud lioness like the Japanese would certainly not accept a bottom position forever. She would have moved in every direction that Inoue had liked and had never expected to find her voluntarily under her body again! Always being splendid at hiding her fear under a mask of seduction, she carried a sweet look as long as Inoue could look into her face before she for a time vanished under the raven girl while Anja gave her every space she needed to move and lay comfortable before turning into a shocked impression, revealing her inner thought.

*Have I made a domesticated cat out of a lioness? Please, no...*
There were already more than enough times when she could stand herself just with the greatest of unrest. Turning a free spirit into a docile servant yearning for every little scrap of affection or safety offered was the stuff her nightmares were made of.

As soon as her face could be seen again and she got into a kneeling position with her body straight up, she would have turned back to her sweet impression while one of her hands caressed the hair of Inoue, persuading herself with the impression that she was not facesitting the Japanese but that Inoue was pleasuring her voluntarily, neither forced or desperate. Her nostrils were flaring as the seduction of her sex began, giggling at the tease of her clit before exhaling loud.
"...Hhhaaa..."
the circling motion of Inoue's tongue made her bottom twitch lightly and send small sparkles into her system. She wasn't used to hold still voluntarily and put her second hand on one of her own legs to hold it down, easing the probably ungrateful task of pleasuring the sickly conditioned Karasu.

Inoue was focused, but the signaling of Karasu's pleasure had made her smile, to the best of her abilities. Inoue at last, let her tongue invade Karasu's womanhood. She was so enthralled, she hardly noticed Karasu's movements, save for it being easier to begin pleasuring Karasu. Inoue ran her hand down Karasu's back yet again, stopping at her rear, and leaving her hand there for a bit. She wasn't degraded in the least with the position, and was still far from submissive, it only felt good to have a cease fire with Karasu for the time, as they'd fought ferociously and obviously earned something of one another's respect. Inoue's tongue probed, sliding to and fro within Karasu, Inoue enjoying the taste it left on her tongue. Inoue's arousal stayed high, she wouldn't come down for some time.

The movements of Inoue reassured Anja and drove her inner demons further away as her hand rested on the blondes back after she had send it on exploration, stealing the need to play *business as usual* for Inoue. A newly broken girl had probably just laid still when not looking for punishment while doing her *job*.

After Inoue invaded her most private part, Anja's mouth formed a silent O while she took her head back, starting to breathe heavily under the probing tongue of the Japanese while she could feel getting more and more aroused and wet.
"...aahh...gimme more..."
She moaned while exhaling. The hand securing her leg joined the other hand to caress the hair of Inoue while she slowly turned her head from side to side, guided by the tongue in her sex.

Inoue was as relentless with her tongue as she was with her fists. She felt the blonde girls hands run through her hair and a grin tugged at her open mouth. Had she been told yesterday, that something like this would happen, she would laugh it off and outwardly deny such a thing would even be enjoyable. She would have been proven sorely wrong though. She didn't stop her motions with the tongue, nor did she let go of Karasu with her arms, she was into it, clearly able to tell she'd succeeded in pleasing the exotic beauty. Inoue quivered herself at the idea, Karasu already had given her the greatest sexual experience of her life, and Inoue would try her best to return the favor. Her tongue began to flick rapidly in Karasu, her pace unwavering.

Inexperienced or not, no one could have denied the dedication of the tongue under her. The slow spinning of her head stopped when Inoue upped the pace and was replaced by a rapid line of breathing, her eyes wide open as if they were able to halt the building climax. She bended lightly back over the body of the Japanese, removing her hands from the head of the Japanese to gain some support as she placed them at the side with the palms on the mat.

A sure sign that she was about to *break* was the inability and loss of will to speak controlled, one of the last things she lost in situations like that.

Inoue wasn't naive to the signs that Karasu was showing, it was only natural that she react to them. Her intensity was hadn't been lowered, she wasn't going to stop until she felt, tasted and heard the blonde girl's satisfaction. She began a thrusting motion between each circling motion, doing what she could, to bring Karasu the same euphoria. It was hardly an act of submission, more or less a very strong desire to be something like Karasu. Inoue was of course, oblivious to the reasons for Karasu's prowess, even someone who seemed as well-trained as she did, had to have a breaking point. That went for boxing, wrestling or sex.

Her breaking under the tongue of Inoue was inevitable, she could feel it clearly. Every thrusting motion caused her legs to twitch uncontrolled, every circling motion caused her to moan under its rhythm, either drawn out or in quick yelps of anticipation. She bended back until she looked like a human bow, using one of her hands to pull up a hand of Inoue to her face, licking it with only the smallest hint of control.

When she reached the point where she could no longer hold on herself and was released into a electrifying climax, she let out a piercing scream into the arena before bending forward to rest her hands on the mat and the head on her hands, panting while covered under her blonde mane.
"So...intense..."
she whispered barely hearable.

Inoue continued, as she felt Karasu begin to climax, she felt wholly satisfied. It had reminded her of the hentai matches she'd seen happen in the past, never thinking to actually do such a thing in the sacred venue of a ring. Even one as ratty and cheap as this one, it was a place Inoue respected. Yet, she respected Karasu even more, and after going to war, feeling her power... It was only natural that she wanted a taste. She was only lucky that Karasu had felt the same. It was unbelievably satisfying, but also frustrating. Perhaps someday, they could go a full 12 rounds, and to a five count pin-fall. But for now, Inoue was fine with leaving things open.

Inoue slid out from underneath the panting blonde before her, a wide smile on her swelled, cherry red, lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Inoue spoke in an admiring tone, horribly uncharacteristic of her. The younger girl seemed like she could teach Inoue lots of things, though she didn't hold the presence of a woman of ill repute. Quite the opposite, the way she'd carried herself was a large part of her appeal in Inoue's eyes. Inoue's still somewhat battered body remained bare, as she waited for Karasu to rise. "This was good... All of it..." She said with her lips still in a grin. "I'll be in the shower, should you care to join me." She invited Karasu with a wink, scraping up her clothes and other gear, discarding it in a laundry hamper as she moved back into the locker rooms, the grimy lighting only partially illuminated the room. The only thing truly taken care of was the showers, they had been cleaned regularly, despite the many broken tiles. Inoue started the hot water and let the shower room fog up a, enjoying the sensation of warm water on her cold, worn out and bruised body.

Anja's voice was still a little bit shaky. Opportunities like those which she had with Inoue didn't came around all too often, most of the way she used to gain something to eat and a place for the night were either boringly easy or non wrestling related.
"Had a blast. Also with everything of it."
She had taken her time to rise, not really interested if she gave away a rather good look at everything while resting, Inoue had seen it all anyway. She gathered her clothes from the ring and looked at the mat for a moment, looking at the pattern they had formed with their sensual game. She was unsure if she should take the time to clean it up later, but it would probably not be necessary as she would be out of here anyway soon.

*Probably not the best method to spar for the manager*
A grin slid on her face as she stuffed her clothes hastily in her waiting bag. She would have to invest some yen into a public washing machine later, unwilling to force the less than ideal intern machine on her prized clothes. But she soon forget about her clothes as she joined Inoue under the shower, a washing rack and soap in her hands.
"Ok, champ. I'll write you up my own diet plan if you like, you have to eat regularly to escape this dump some day. Malnutrition is an occurrence you don't have to get in your way. I'm not bedded on mountains of money either, it's the cheap but still good stuff."
Her original diet plan in the circle of dragons had consisted of only the best nutrition from the best diet managers and the best cooking gear, but most of them were replaceable in a way with unrefined stuff and some work. If Inoue didn't interfere, she would begin to wash and basic massage Inoue while speaking. It was a little strange to act like a trainer as she was a little younger than Inoue, but as it seemed nobody gave a shit about her advancement, and that would have been a shame.

Inoue grinned, hearing that Karasu had decided to join her. Inoue had her eyes shut, the water had taken her mind off of any aches she'd been suffering from, prior to entering the warm shower. She turned, hearing Karasu's words and smiled a bit. The concern did come off as a foreign element to Inoue, who was used to being ignored mostly, despite any achievement. She didn't quite know how to take the words, generally being quite the guarded individual. Yet, Karasu had made her feel relaxed. She accepted the fact that she could stand to learn some things from this girl. She had possibly been the better trained after all.

"I'd like that." Inoue replied softly, with a smile. She felt, not quite herself today, but didn't quite mind having her walls down. She felt natural around Karasu, and it pleased her to a certain degree. "I didn't intend to get stuck in this place for so long... But, I'm actually homeless at the moment... I get whatever I can take, mostly from the club owner." Inoue admitted. She'd hardly made money for her fights at this rate, the winning purses were always nice, but seeing as how often she won in boxing, they resorted to forcing her to wrestle, where she had even odds of victory or defeat. For all that she was, she wasn't treated all that well here. Inoue felt completely relaxed by Karasu's massaging hands, making her feel okay, if only for today. The girl had an undeniably strong, yet gentle spirit, of the sort Inoue couldn't help but be drawn to.