Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

Her opponent had other plans and lifted her from the ground. Her admiration for Inoue was raised to an even newer level. She thought she already had her, but now she was lifted from the ground and put into the fireman's carry.
"Uhhn? Hey..."
Was her reply while being picked up instead of some feisty comment. Her legs struggled on the shoulder of Inoue, while she tried to snake the hand on the front torso of the Japanese under her top to caress her. It wasn't something she applied to make fun of Inoue but rather a part of her tactic to soften her up. The German could do brutal or soft style, and she had already begun to go soft with Inoue and continued that way for now.

Inoue grinned at the initial success of her plan. She thought she just might be able to take her after all. Yet, halfway through the move, her opponent's hand wandered below her top. Inoue froze, hesitant for the moment. It was hard to combat this style, she was an object of lust and arousal, but just as easily, she could be dangerous. Inoue felt karasu's hand wander over her stiffened nipples, and she suddenly was irked and confused. She still would try to complete the move, but she had a moment of hesitation for it to easily be reversed or escaped. If she got the move off on Karasu, she'd try following up with a body scissors, not wanting to give her breathing room to arouse her further.

Even a rather simple move as the Fireman's carry was a tooth and nail fight for every inch, rising the aggression level of Anja more and more. And her desire to defeat the Japanese in wrestling like she had been defeated in the boxing ring. That was her djungle, she was the Alpha Female! That she channeled her former mistress big time in this moments didn't come to her mind. Her voice was more rough and a little less playful than before.
"I want you, strong Inoue-chan. And I always get what I want."

Her tactic of wiggling and sandbagging had worked, Inoue gave her a moment of time to slightly modify the fireman's carry for her own gain. She would try to trap the hand which held her legs on the shoulders of Inoue between them while the other arm of Inoue would be trapped behind her head and fulfill the Fireman's carry in a reverse crucifix pin. She would still carry the full brunt of the move but drag Inoue down with her this way.

Inoue returned to her confident self, Karasu's technique went unnoticed by the novice, and she heard her words and just smirked. Either way, Karasu would have Inoue. Regardless, there was still her combative spirit. She wouldn't stop until she was either unconscious, or caved in to her desires. Inoue found herself falling with her opponent. She struggled the minute they hit the mat, the reverse crucifix pin applied. Inoue already knew who was queen on the mat, Inoue's ground game needed a lot of work. Inoue would have panicked under any other circumstances, but Karasu's attacks were nearly welcomed.

That said, Inoue would give Karasu a fight, she wouldn't slow down at all. She would try to buck Karasu off of her, but she felt fairly helpless in even trying. "Do you now?" Inoue replied with a smirk. She was still in awe of her opponents sensual style, and her words took Inoue's mind places that inferred just what Karasu had in mind for her when this was done. Though, the present was actually pretty amazing too, and she was in no rush to leave the battlefield. Not yet.

As expected, Inoue was still fighting furiously under her while she was still gasping for some fresh air after the impact of her fall, and initially relied on her passive weight and sense of balance to try to stay on top. Inoue was a prime example of a woman that never wanted to give up or in, and every bucking made her more desirable while Anja went for control of her wrist to secure her own grip. She wouldn't only have her, but honor her fighting spirit by completely exhausting her. She had given her any chance to give in and enjoy in her own terms, but now she wanted Inoue naked by Anja's design.

"Definitely. I like my girls proud and competitive. And as hot as you are."
While her voice was sweet and seductive, trying to eradicate her opponents will to fight, her free hand would go down on the chest of her opponent, trying to put her bra away from her breasts when she was bucking again before caressing them anew, going on from where they had been forced to leave earlier. If she had control over the wrist by then, she would also kiss the back of the hand of Inoue in a soft way to further pacify her for a later attack on the jackpot area.

Inoue was a mess in her head. She had a bit of anger still, she hated the idea of being beat, but loved it so much at the same time. Inoue was trying to pull her arms free, particularly the one being hooked by Karasu's smooth legs. Inoue tried not to show how moved by the flattery she was. She'd been noticed, she'd heard a lot of it, but coming from the foreign beauty, it just meant more. All feelings aside, she was determined to hold a candle to the superior wrestler, but she felt so calmed again. She completely gave in for the moment, letting her top be taken, it hardly mattered at this rate. With any other opponent she would have been mortified, but with Karasu it was welcome. She wanted her smooth, billowy, mounds to please Karasu. This whole match, she felt like a different person, Karasu having that profound of an effect on her.

Her now completely bare torso, very fair but not overly pale skin revealed, she accepted the sensual kiss and was in a bit of wonder. At this rate, her will to fight was nearly broken, but she didn't want to give in. Inoue had never been a plaything, she expected that if she was ever to be trounced, it would be brutal, fast strength and speed. This was far from expected, but oh so welcome. It just made Inoue feel foolish, all her aggression and unrelenting attacks were being turned around. She felt as though she was an animal being tamed, Karasu's greatest weapon was pleasure. It stopped Inoue short. For the moment, she ceased hostility, knowing it could easily be regrettable. She was enjoying the feeling of being outmatched, it was odd. Her opponent had a calm dominance about her, and Inoue was hopeless in her resistance. Essentially barred from movement, she was free for whatever her opponent had planned.

Inoue came to rest, and Anja wasn't sure of her motives. She was probably broken, probably playing possum like when she had kissed her. At least from her perspective she had at least partly played possum, else wise she would hardly fought on after that.

"Trying to fool me again, Inoue-chan? Sorry honey, not this time."
Her voice was dripping with honey and sounded confident, like as when she would know what Inoue would do next. In reality, she had no idea if her opponent played or was done for it. As s former special interest plaything for the rich and degenerated, she knew pretty well how it felt to being dominated by an inferior or mocked while being downed, simply degrading and humiliating. Something she wanted to avoid doing to others, so she let no doubt how serious she took the resistance Inoue offered.

Anyway, sensing the moment was suitable to change position, she slithered over the upper body of Inoue, keeping her hands trapped as long as possible, before sitting down on Inoue with her face looking at the body of Inoue and her bottom ending shortly before the throat of the Japanese. Her control over the arms of her opponent was quite limited in that position, so she relied on her weight, the hold of her hand of the wrist she had kissed and soothing words to stay on top.
"Like porcelain."
the showing ribs were the only flaw under the battle hardened skin she could detect, every other little scar was just a honor mark for the eyes of Karasu. Her remaining hand slowly slid over the torso of Inoue, circling over every single one of the abs until she reached the crotch area where her hand came to rest between the legs, gently massaging the womanhood of Inoue through her trouser and panty. Panty? There was something she had still to do. She smiled seductively and turned her head to look into the face of Inoue.
"Oh my, I nearly forgot the thing I promised you some minutes ago. Will you behave from now on or will you be tied to stop you from struggling? "

Inoue was just enjoying the contact, she hardly forgot to breathe while she was still in the hold. When Karasu finished with that hold and re-positioned herself Inoue shook. What was this? Inoue realized her opponents intentions the minute she spoke. Inoue still wanted the challenge, and knowing that Karasu had everything it would take to defeat her completely, made her wet a bit already. Her opponents wandering hand drove her insane, it gave her energy, she didn't quite know if she wanted to make Karasu work for it even further, or lie back and accept what would probably be the most intense pleasure of her life. Inoue let out a little shiver the minute Karasu's hand began to rub her sex through the shorts. She had to overcome the sensation though, Karasu's next words gave her a bit of fight again, mostly to make the ending reward better.

"You know the answer to that question already... Do your worst." Inoue smirked and tried shoving her opponent off of her. This was a last stand of sorts, the time for high impact moves. Inoue didn't fully expect to win, or if there even would be a winner before hormones finally overcame the both of them, but she still knew one more exchange could be dangerous. If she managed to get Karasu off, she'd push herself up on aching arms and go for Karasu the moment she stood, with the utmost aggression left in her reserves.

"Very well then."
Of course, the defiant Inoue wanted to fight for a probably lost cause. Most of the girls she knew would have already been quivering wrecks under her hands and begging for any kind of release, but meanwhile Anja was pretty sure that she would even have to force all the pleasure out of her opponent, although she wanted it more than anything else when the German watched her body. Simply impressive.
" You know, we're quite alike. Every stone has to be broken for the spoils of war."

She wasn't surprised at the try of a breakout as she had said to the sexy boxer before, but she hadn't guessed that there was so much energy left in Inoue and was lifted up so that her opponent managed to stood up, although it seemed that she was already a little bit slower and fought out her last reserves.

*Fooled me twice with your lock up, my beauty. Not this time*
She thought while her seductive smile turned back to a concentrated one. This time the Raven wouldn't come up with a lock up after getting up too but rush against her opponent to shoulder-block her to the mat again, trying to aim that their breasts collided so it would be a hard and a soft move in union.

Inoue was grinning slyly, she had her plans. Yet, Karasu had no intention of being quite so soft on her this time around. Inoue thought to have the blonde down in a matter of seconds, but her groaning arms would have protested anyways. Regardless, Karasu's weight clipped Inoue's, the shoulder block hit directly as intended, smashing Inoue's soft breast for a moment, as her eyes shut. She opened them a split second later, her back on the mat as she gasped for air. That move had landed brutally, all the better in Inoue's mind. Aside from the pain, she felt ecstasy between her legs. She'd be ripe for the picking soon, especially as vulnerable as the huffing and puffing, Japanese girl was now.

There was no reason for her to fight quite so hard, but it was rare that she came across someone this much stronger, and she wanted to fight her to the best of her abilities. If Karasu left Inoue to herself, she would simply try to stand and regain her breath. If not, she was open to many attacks in her current position.