Trib Fight! Azami vs Natasha

With each passing seconds Azami was driven even wilder by Natasha's expert assault at her rear hole and sex at the same time, causing her to rasp and twitched uncontrollably. Her head flopped back, finally giving up any attempt to catch Natasha as she knew there's no way she could make the girl reach an orgasm first before her. At this rate she felt like she wouldn't even be able to think about the match anymore!

"Oooohhhh..." Azami let out a long drawn moan as Natasha went for her clit too. "N-Natasha-chan... I.... Uuuhhhmmmmm...!!!"

Within seconds, the princess' body stiffened and she burst yet again with a cry of pleasure. Her hips bucked a few times while she kept moaning and squirming until her orgasm finally subsided. For a couple of seconds, Azami felt like she's going to pass out although it didn't happen. Her vision became a bit blurry, however, and her breathing was so heavy that her chest rose up and down dramatically. Like this, she was at the total mercy of Natasha.

"Haaa... s-so gooooddd...."

Lost in the passionate exchange of pleasure as she was the only thing thing Natasha could have taken notice of was the sudden absence of pleasure as Azami's lips slipped from her swollen lips, her fingers freezing in place for a moment as this loss registered in her mind, but within seconds she returned to the task at hand. "Hime-chan..." Natasha said softly, her warm breath washing over the woman's clit, as she thought for a brief moment that Azami may have succumbed to exhaustion and slipped into unconsciousness amidst her throes of pleasure. However the sound of her name cried out in the lustful voice of Azami banished such thoughts from her mind and Natasha brought her lips back down to wrap around the woman's clit once more, her fingers resuming their brisk pace as they pumped inside Azami's dripping sex and tight ass.

It felt like it was over in an instant for Natasha as the Japanese woman's body soon went rigid while her sex began to spasm around Natasha's fingers, more of Azami's sweet nectar pouring forth from her glistening sex. Unlike before Natasha allowed Azami to come down from her climax without any effort from her to prolong it, untangling herself from the princess instead and falling back onto her ass where she watched Azami lay there in the water surrounding them as if she were in a daze.

Her eyes followed the path of Azami's breasts as the woman's chest rose and fell with every deep breath, Azami looking as close to out of it as she had ever seen the woman before. Neither woman had thought about the match and what it required of them for quite some time, their constant orgasms without a single attempt at tribbing proof of that. It was only then as she watched the self proclaimed princess struggling to regain some of her composure that Natasha wondered why the match hadn't come to an end yet, only remembering the details of the match after a few more seconds of watching over Azami.

"You know...we seem to have gotten sidetracked from the point of this match Hime-chan..." Natasha muttered underneath her breath, speaking so softly that Azami would only just be able to make out her words as Natasha slowly slid herself forward on her rear towards the prone Azami. Her hands, smooth as silk but a little pruned thanks to the water they had been laying in, reached down to gently pull apart Azami's legs while her own spread open. Once their legs were open and inviting Natasha gradually pulled Azami towards her, their legs crossing over one another as she pulled the still trembling lips of Azami;s sex into a soft kiss with her own swollen and wet labia. The first touch was gentle but even so it sent a shockwave of heat through her body, Natasha falling backwards only to catch herself by sliding her hands behind her to stop her fall.

Azami groaned weakly as she was still recovering from her last orgasm, barely registering Natasha's words about them being sidetracked. Who's fault was that? Both of them seemed to get tangled together in lust right from the start, and probably just did things instinctively. What's more important, however, was the fact that the princess was already spent with her three orgasms while Natasha was more likely fresher since she only came once.

"Ooohh..." another moan escaped Azami's lips as she felt Natasha adjusted herself to put them in a trib position for once. "W-wait... uuhh..."

Of course she already knew that her fellow blue haired girl wouldn't listen to her plea, but in her current condition, taking another orgasm might probably knock her out for real. Still, in her current state, Azami could do nothing but to writhe around on the mat in a futile attempt to escape, which only succeed in rubbing their womanhood together.

"Ah...!" the princess cried, her back arched slightly while she still lying on the pool for the most part.

"Sorry Azami...I just can't wait any longer...hope you understand." Natasha replied softly to the cute protests from the Japanese woman who even in her weakened state could see what she was trying to do. The match had gone on for quite some time now and neither of them looked capable of going on for much longer despite Natasha having only cum once to Azami's three, she had exhausted herself to keep Azami lost in the bliss of her orgasms and knew if she didn't try to end the match now they might both pass out without a decision being reached.

Natasha did her best to regulate her breathing as she started out slowly, rubbing the swollen lips of her pussy up and down along Azami's own while keeping the pressure on. Gradually she picked up the pace until simply grinding their sexes together could no longer satisfy the lust of the blue haired women. "Lets see who can outlast who hime-chan." She said while forcing her body to rise up into a sitting position, her hands now free to grab onto each of Azami's knees as she began to slide her body back, breaking the kiss between their pussies for a brief moment only to bring them forcefully back together with as much force as she could muster. Natasha rocked her hips back and forth, pounding Azami's sex with her own and moaning louder with each meeting.

"Oooh... N-Natasha... haaahhh...!" Azami could barely protest with words as Natasha ignored her plea and kept going with the tribbing.

If this was going to be a battle of endurance, then the self claimed princess was in a severe disadvantage here due to her drained state. Still, Azami could even move herself to resist Natasha, who after a very brief moment of separation pounded her sex again, eliciting a cry from Azami's lips. As her opponent rocked her hips to grind that slick womanhood of hers against her own, Azami rolled her head back, moaning uncontrollably as she was forced to endure this sexual assault from Natasha.

"Aaaaahhaaaa...!"

Every inch of her body seemed to be ready to give in, and yet, instead of submission, only moans came out from Azami's lips. Her hips was humping back and forth as well, but that seemed to be a reaction to Natasha's forceful pounding rather than her actual movement. Despite just having an orgasm earlier, she could feel another one building up rapidly!

Against anyone else Natasha would have been stunned that she wasn't hearing cries of submission by now against her relentless assault, but with Azami as her opponent she wasn't surprised at all. The woman had an incredible endurance and she had seen her orgasm several times before and yet continue to fight without a hint of slowing down. Tonight however Natasha could feel that the princess was nearing the end of those legendary reserves as she moaned wildly within the tribbing hold she had placed her in. Having cum three times already the woman looked more out of it than she could remember seeing, but even so Azami wasn't surrendering leaving Natasha at a bit of a loss as to what exactly she had to do to drive it home for Azami that she couldn't win this fight.

"Just give in hime-chan, don't worry the pleasure won't stop when the match ends." She said trying to persuade the woman to no avail, leaving Natasha to chew on her bottom lip as an orgasm of her own continued to build within her aching sex. The splashing of the water between their bodies did little to cool Natasha down either, the french woman expecting Azami wasn't long from yet another orgasm herself, she just needed to be put over the edge.

Natasha ceased their tribbing, pushing Azami's legs away from her but not letting go of her legs eve as she began to rise up onto her feet. "I've wanted to do this with you since this match started hime-chan." Natasha said, pulling up on the woman's ankles with the strength she had left trying to bring Azami's pussy up into one final embrace with her own in a vertical scissor.

Azami wasn't sure if she still wanted more pleasure after the match at this rate. Even tough at times she could be insatiable herself, Natasha almost literally drained her dry in this match, so much that she felt that the next orgasm would be enough to knock her out cold. The princess felt herself approaching the edge, bracing herself for another powerful climax only to find out that Natasha had slowed down instead. She let out a weak groan, wondering if her fellow blue haired girl was going to torture her like before, although it seemed that Natasha just wanted to change position.

It was only a brief moment of recovery for her, but Azami reckoned that it might be her last chance to fight back as she noticed that Natasha looked rather unstable herself. The girl was probably exhausted too even if she only had one orgasm. It's now or never. Fortunately, her mind hadn't completely broken yet.

Azami gathered her willpower and remaining strength, grunting, before she attempted to kick her legs in order to loosen Natasha's grip on her ankles. She would then try to pull one leg out, before shifting herself a bit so she could take a swing at her opponent's legs to try bringing her down.

"Nyaaah!"

Natasha had at some point counted Azami out and it was that error in judgement that cost her as she tried to drag Azami's sex up from the pool into another tribbing position, only for Azami to react and slip free from her grasp. Natasha reached down after the woman but before she could get another grip on her Azami struck with her legs against the back of Natasha's legs, the french woman buckling underneath the impact as her knees gave out and she stumbled forward landing face first back in the pool of water.

Surprised as she was by her sudden fall from grace Natasha didn't even have time to get her hands out in front of her to break her fall, smacking her forehead hard against the floor. Dazed after her harsh landing Natasha laid there groaning in the water, conscious just enough to lift her head out of the water but not enough to much of anything else. "Ugh...not nice hime-chan..." She let out softly, getting her elbows underneath her as she began trying to pull herself away from Azami.

"Ha... sorry about that," Azami had a little smirk on her face as she get some breather while looking at the floored Natasha. "I'll... make up for it later... if I'm still conscious..." the last part only came as a soft muttering.

Panting heavily, she slowly began to roll weakly and got up to her arms and knees. With Natasha lying face down, Azami crawled towards her opponent to resume their tribbing, only on her terms this time. She would lift Natasha's legs a bit to plant her sex on the girl's own, and began to grind slowly. Exhausted as she was, Azami thought that as long as she could make Natasha dance to her tempo, than she might still have a chance to win this. She kept one of her fellow blue haired girl's legs trapped under her arm, but then felt like she could try keeping Natasha down with something else.

"You know... you took really good care of me back then... shall I... return the favor?" Azami grinned as her free hand groped the butt cheeks of Natasha for a bit, before her middle finger began to poke around the entrance of the girl's rear hole. "Ah, a hime shouldn't really be doing this... but what the hell..."

With that, Azami would then pluck her finger into Natasha's butt and began to pump it back and forth, matching her grinding rhythm. She took it slow at first, but her pace would pick itself up gradually. It then crossed the princess' mind for a bit that maybe she should have fisted Natasha just like what she said earlier in the opening act of the match. That probably would really drive that resistance away from her opponent.

Natasha was in a bad way and she knew it somewhere in the back of her mind, but as she laid there in the pool of water her head was in a daze after the fall, her body struggling to create some distance between her and Azami on instinct more than actual thought. Before she could get away however Azami managed to get up and grab onto her legs, Natasha kicked as much as she could but somehow the woman held on and soon she was being pulled back into a second embrace with Azami's pussy. A soft moan slipped from Natasha's lips but it was quickly followed by a series of pleasured gasps, each one a little louder than the one before as they danced to Azami's desired beat this time around.

"Oh so forceful...mmmm Azami-chan. I thought you were about to pass out..." Natasha said through her moans and labored breathing, trying to get back into the woman's mind and throw her off her rhythm but seemingly to no avail.

Her eyes widened when she felt those soft as silk hands upon her plump buttocks but her body wiggled her rear for Azami all on its own, freezing only when she felt those fingers prodding at the entrance to her ass. "What a dirty princess!" Natasha exclaimed just before Azami slid that devious finger in between her cheeks, Natasha's back arcing violently upwards while her body shook itself from side to side in an attempt to free herself yet again. Unable to get away her pussy slid over Azami's own in circular movements, trying to force the princess to trib to her tune.