Asami Asagiri vs. Bubbles Burste - Conservation of Ninjutsu

As much as Bubbles loved the taste of Asami’s flesh between her teeth, she loved the giggling even more. The kunoichi -  that was the right word, she was sure - had this light, lilting voice, almost like a chirp, and it vibrated through her entire body. Oh, Mariah was going to love this one, and once she got her back and broke out the cuffs…

No. No, focus. Match. One step at a time. She had other things to think about. Like the pin she was being folded into.

”1…!”

Bubbles jerked up and broke the count right before the referee could get another count in, freeing herself and hurling her foe away. She was quick to sit up and look Asami’s way, smacking her lips as she rose. ”Naughty.”

When Asami was shoved off and away from Bubbles the Asian rolled with the force, using it to scramble to her feet ahead of the larger slower blonde.

"Maybe," she said in response to the American's comment. "But you can still leave yourself under my Christmas tree. Don't even bother to gift wrap yourself."

When Bubbles regained her feet Asami would grin.

"Right after your nap that is." she would conclude right before lunging at Bubbles with a quick sidestep. Her foot would last out at the Amazon's face, looking to catch her in the jaw with a superkick!

The fast ones. Always a problem. Bubbles didn’t like to think of herself as slow, but these speedy ones had a way of being a gigantic thorn in her side, no matter what she tried to do.

Case in point: Bubbles had started to rise up after rolling out of Asami’s pin, thinking she would have a few seconds to get back up and reset their position. She thought wrong, as proven by the foot that came crashing into her face at high speeds.

She’d taken her fair share of superkicks in her time, just like any wrestler, but this one in particular rocked her world. Bubbles reeled away from the crazy strike and wound up flopping flat on her back, seeing stars as she stared up at the ceiling.

Most people were willing to dismiss Asami's offense potential based on her size. She was after all, giving up a lot in size against the larger opponents she found herself sharing a ring with sometimes. But the ninja had great striking ability, especially with her kicks. It looked like Asami's time away hadn't dulled that aspect of her in ring ability.

Looking down at Bubbles' stricken body lying face up, Asami felt adrenaline surge through her small frame. She gave a glance at the ropes and grinned before throwing a hand up in a closed fist giving a wild yell.

"Here we go!"

Then she would run towards the ropes, leaping onto the second one. Balancing nimbly on them, the Asian would then throw herself backwards, backflipping in the air to try land across Bubbles' middle, going for a spring board moonsault!

”Ha.” Bubbles half-grunted, half-laughed, as she rolled about on the floor. ”Ain’t that a kick in the head?”

One of Mariah’s favorite songs, as it turned out, and something that reminded her even more of what she was fighting for. Asami was this wild, fierce, alive woman, someone her wife would love to spend the night with, a gift they could both share. Every moment they spent together made her more resolved on that front, and she used that determination to summon her energy, sit up, and…

...get hammered back into the mat by Asami’s moonsault.

The Virgin Killer cried out as her foe came down hard on her from above, crash landing on her bountiful tits and making the ring shake. With the wind thoroughly knocked out of her and her head sufficiently rock, all she could do was lay there for the moment and try to regain her senses, wide open for whatever the devilish Asami had planned next.

Having Bubbles at her mercy, even if it was temporary, was almost like Christmas come early. As such, Asami decided to make full use of the opportunity laid out before her.

Quickly, she went to her knees by one of Bubbles' massive legs. Seizing it, the Asian would drape the limb over the back of her own shoulders, forcing the larger American onto her side as Asami went to lock in a stretched muffler hold.

"Ohhh...wait a second, what have we here...?"


She flashed an impish grin to the crowd after eyeing Bubbles' exposed crotch. Her free hand would slide between her foe's legs, looking to slip under the material of the outfit she wore. Then Asami's nimble fingers would begin rubbing over the blonde's sex, stroking back and forth over her clit as the ninja added a naughty twist to the submission hold!


She knew that Bubbles could probably power out of a standard stretch muffler, but hopefully the sensual aspect of the move could help keep the southern woman down!

Bubbles laid on her back, blinking, her mind still trying to properly reboot after Asami mollywhopped her face in. She was okay. She was good. She just needed a few seconds to sit up and get her bearings, and-

Wait.

What was Asami doing with her leg?

At first she just assumed the cunning kunoichi was just going for a pin, one she could’ve easily kicked out. Not too worrying, and it could buy her some valuable recoup time.

It became significantly more worrying when she started lifting that leg up over her head, pulling it behind her shoulder, and yanking down on it, putting her into a tight stretch muffler. That would’ve been bad enough, but Asami wasn’t just dangerous, she was creative, and she knew the wonders a few finger could do in this situation.

Bubbles’ cries of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure, as the ninja worked away on her folds, leaving the behemoth beauty screaming. Her body was at war with itself, half wanting to stay and take the climax coming her way, the other fighting for freedom and a working leg. Decisions, decisions...

Asami watched as Bubbles' writhed away on the mat, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. The hold was definitely effective, for an on the fly move, in the sense that in immobilized the larger woman while putting her sex in an exposed position. But Asami was becoming aware of a drawback of this tactic. She simply lacked the pure strength to keep Bubbles locked away indefinitely.


Still, she had a chance to establish some dominance, to sort of speak. Not to mention she didn't really want to pass a chance to treat Bubbles' most intimate area to a taste of what Asami's hands could do when they weren't being used to strike at someone.

Two of the Asian's fingers would slide into the blonde's sex, sinking themselves to the knuckles in Bubbles' pussy. Her thumb would start to press and grind against the American's clit as Asami fingered her opponent.

"Mmm, like that, big girl?" Asami cooed down at the Virgin Killer. "You think your girlfriend is watching? Do you think she's sitting in front of a screen, hand on herself, sliding her fingers into her pussy....the way mine are in yours...?"

Asami didn't really know Bubbles', but she guessed that since she mentioned three ways earlier, there had to be someone waiting at home for the American. She also didn't quite know if she was taunting Bubbles'....or trying to further excite her. Probably a little of both, and Asami really wasn't one for introspection in a time like this....

Bubbles knew that this hellish heaven wasn’t going to last forever. Asami was stronger than she looked, but then, she didn’t really look that strong to begin with. That she could do the move at all was impressive.

But she couldn’t do it forever. Despite how much Bubbles kind of wanted her to.

She bit her lip, loving the fingers working away at her sex, and craving more. She was already near an orgasm a moment ago, before Asami had even touched her there, and no she was even closer. On the cusp. So near…

The only thing that drew her away, just for an instant, was Asami’s comment. That brought a real laugh from Bubbles, one dripping with lust and heat. ”Girlfriend? Haven’t had one of those for a while. I have a wife.” She ran her tongue along her lips as she looked up at Asami, even gave her hips a little thrust to drive the fingers in deep. ”And no, she’s not watching. I want you to be a surprise.”

*Wait, what?* Asami's mind raced after Bubbles' statement. *Did she say wife?*

Well, that was unexpected. But, really, Asami wasn't exactly the type to cleave to the exact structures of monogamy. She really wasn't the sort to judge someone's relationship. But there was one thing to make sure of, one thing she had to say.

"I'm a lot of things. A ninja. An adrenaline junkie, a thrill seeker." she said. "But I'm not a homewrecker....."

A bit of an odd statement considering she had her fingers in the pussy of someone's spouse. But still...one had to have some principles.