Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Bubbles shook her head as she stumbled out of the corner, reeling, trying her best to gain her senses back. She knew Kura would be tricky, expected that the moment they first met eyes and she saw that playful glint. But she’d underestimated just how capable the woman was and how quick of a study she could be. It was like she had an answer for everything.

She was okay, though, and was about to move back in, when Kura’s feet shot out, twin missiles that exploded in her gut, digging those pretty little toes in deep. As hard as Bubbles’ midsection was, it wasn't literal iron, and the blow knocked the wind clean out of her. She bent over, creating an opening that the cunning kunoichi would have to exploit.

Sure enough, Kura was flying through the air in the next moment. [color=Gray]”Bubbles, look out!”[/colo]r Mariah tried to warn her, but it was already too late when her opponent went skywards, twisting around in a stunning display. In a flash, she was all over Bubbles back, securing her next and arms in a display that the Virgin Killer would certainly be rewatching for weeks to come.

She was in the middle of it now, though, and there wasn’t much she could do to stop its effects. Bubbles was dragged to the mat and wrapped up in a tangle of limbs, constricted in all the worse places, caught up in human bondage. Kura made the imprisonment pleasure, of course, licked away and pressing her breasts against Bubbles’ bare skin. But a silken trap was still a trap.

”Just a little.” Bubbles managed to stop moaning just long enough to say those words, then it was right back to it, writhing around as the hold stretched her out, her breast flopping about with each twist. Growing desperate, she alternately tried to push away at the legs around her throat and flailed towards the ropes, hoping for any kind of relief.

"Naughty..." Her voice low suggestive, as much a statement as it was a precursor of where this was ultimately leading. Bubble's efforts to flop them towards the ropes oozed of desperation, but with a woman of this size and power, it was slowly working.

That wouldn't do.

She very much enjoyed her pretzelled seat of power over the giant. She had to take a risk though, abandoning the slow grinding elbow into the massive woman's kidney to secure yet another limb. She reached up between Bubbles' struggle, hooking the one leg she hadn't wrapped up into her arms.

She pulled it up as hard as she could, trying to lock both her hands behind Bubble's back while locking down an arm and leg respectfully. From here she pulled them over further, rolling Bubbles onto her shoulders to take away her pushing power completely.

She took a moment to stretch her own leg out over Bubbles neck with the position change, hooking it inward to return to pinching off her oxygen. With anyone else a hold of this nature would have come easily for her.

Manipulating limbs was second nature to her after all. Bubbles was a different beast, and bigger beast. Each time she moved to change the hold it was a struggle, one in which she had to make use of leveraging and twisting anything she could to see it through into reality.

She arched her back, the time for gentle rubs and caressing came to an end as she needed results. It would be impossible to contain Bubbles forever like this.  Eventually some part of her would be pried loose and it would all come crashing down from there. She cinched in everything as tightly as possible working to deconstruct the Virgin Killer.

If she couldn't make her submit, she was going to see to it she got as much milage as she could from this hold to make her life easier later in the match.

Bubbles Burste was so torn. Likely, that was the effect Kura was going for, and it was working splendidly. The woman was proving to be an expert at deconstructing her best

She was on the floor, so her legs weren’t that much use to her down here, incapable of doing much else at the moment besides kicking around like a maniac, completely ineffective. Her arms had gotten most of their feeling back, so that was good news, but it didn’t seem like that would be lasting too long since her opponent had one them secured and could pretty much do anything to it that she pleased. And it didn’t seem like Kura was lacking for imagination.

Bubbles shivered as the moonlit maiden’s breath tickled her midriff, and took a moment to consider her options, here. There was the competitive side of her that didn’t want to give up, but she had to concede that this octopus hold was pretty damning. She had a slight chance of getting to the ropes or wrenching herself free, but was that worth it? It would just make her waste energy. In a normal match, it would make sense to go for broke, but here, submitting would just mean that she had to be Kura’s toy for a little while. Hardly the worst thing in the world. Assuming she didn’t use the time to make her life worse, it would be a chance for her to recover the damage, let her arms get back to full power, and do better in the next round.

It seemed like Mariah’s mind was going down the same road, too. ”Bubbles!” Her wife called out and gave the apron a slap. ”It’s okay, submit. Give her the fall!”

That was the clencher. With a quick nod towards her wife, Bubbles brought a hand up and started feverishly tapping Kura’s calf. ”I give!”

Once she had finally rolled Bubbles over again, locked into an even tighter package than before, she was fairly confident she had all but guarantee an early lead. The change in position seemed to have worked, the slow and steady progress to the ropes seemed to just be slow and floundering. At the very least she bought herself additional time to work Bubbles over while the giantess attempted to figure out a new strategy. She was prepared to fight tooth and nail to keep this hold locked in, committed for the long haul. Then she heard Mariah calling out. It was sage advice, to give Kura the first fall for the match.

Struggling too hard or too long like this would have left Bubbles far worse than giving herself over. Granted, that only was because Kura didn't much care about earning an efficient and crushing victory. If she wanted to just choke out women and fondle their bodies, there was an endless supply of girls in the AFW who were prime targets to be ground into dust beneath her foot. So, while she had a submission in mind, it was of of a far more pleasing sort for the both of them.

If she won here today, it wouldn't be by blacking the Virgin Killer out. It would be by sucking every ounce of passion she could from her until she had nothing left to give. She had never completely sexually dominated a woman of Bubbles size and was going to challenge herself to do it here tonight. Maybe if she was too spent after the encounter, she'd offer her wife to go a few rounds too. Kura, you minx.

Bubbles submitted to her hold, smartly following her better half's call. "Aw... You're going to make me feel like you don't want me all over you." She chuckled softly as she began the long and arduous task of untangling herself from Bubbles. She did however let the woman know as she did so, what she wanted her to do in the meantime.

"Head to the corner my dear, and see to it those shorts of yours don't make the journey as well. I want to see you in all your majesty before I..." She mouthed a silent "O", stopping herself with a wink. "I shouldn't spoil the surprise." She had rolled herself free from Bubbles, pushing herself to her feet. She rolled her shoulders back, shimmying out of her top finally. She had a feeling if she left it on any longer it was going to get her in trouble. Better this way, free and open.

Kura sashayed her way to the corner behind Bubbles, her giant puppet for a bit. She was going to make this interesting, a take on something classic in a way no one in attendance would soon forget. She couldn't hide her devilish smile, giving Bubbles a firm slap on her ass as she moved with her to the corner.

Mariah didn’t like asking her wife to give in, knowing that was fundamentally against her nature. She wasn’t a quitter. No in the weight room, not in the bedroom, not in the ring. When she started on something, she stuck to it, unflinching, and that was one of the many things that she found so admirable about Bubbles. She could be lazy sometimes, sure, but when she was motivated, there was just no stopping her.

But that wasn’t enough. She had to be smart, too, and that was what brought them to the present moment. On paper, Bubbles had the advantage when it came to stamina. Bigger, more energy to burn, a lifetime of building endurance. But that didn’t mean she could afford to needlessly spend it. Tortoise and the hare. Not a race, but a marathon.

Besides, she wouldn’t lie, she was going to get a kick out of watching Kura dominate Bubbles for a while. A rare sight, and one that subtly shifting about on her legs, trying to find some small relief from the mounting arousal.

Bubbles felt the same way, eagerly sliding off her pants at Kura’s command. Unbeknownst to most, she was a switch, not purely dominant. She had a submissive side, but with her size and power, it was often left wanting, since so few could properly control her. This was a rare treat. One she didn’t plan on enjoying so much that she lost the match, but she would be careful.

Off came the pants, kicked away to the far side of the ring, revealing Bubbles in all her glory. The crowd had seen it before, but all the same, appreciate whistles came shrieking out, particularly when she stood straight and gave them the full reveal. She struck a quick pose, arms out and flexing, harkening back to her body building days, before Kura ushered her forward with a slap on the rear.

”Surprise, huh?” She giggled and made her way to the corner. ”Make it good, whatever it is. I want the bar set nice and high when I make you submit and start getting those squeals.”

Kura slide her way up behind Bubbles, her hands rubbing up along the woman's side as they moved to the corner. Once there, she guided Bubbles along with very little spoken direction, she just moved the woman's limbs, expecting her to follow along. Bubbles arms were tucked back over the top ropes. meant to stay out of what was going to happen. Next, Kura took Bubbles legs, resting them across the middle rope so her thighs sat atop them, but from her calf down were on the other side of the ring on their respective sides. This left the open wide open, as was the intended purpose, but also entire Bubbles would need to work to free herself once Kura's time came to a close, if the giant cared to even resist her at that point and time.

She placed her hand upon Bubbles' sex, giving the large woman a firm squeeze, a finger digit tracing itself along her velvet divide before she pulled back. "Soon." She mused.

Kura turned her back to Bubbles, raising her hands skyward as she took a few steps away from the corner. She arched herself backwards, bringing herself  to a handstand before Bubbles. Her legs hooked themselves behind the giants neck, pulling herself up along Bubbles body upside down. One she was raised high enough, she placed her hands upon bubbles thighs, scooting herself the rest of the was up to Bubbles face was snugly between her legs, thighs closing in tightly around her. Her fingers slipped down to Bubbles' inner thighs, raking her nails along her legs. She nestled her breasts up against the large woman's abdomen as she wet her lips, she was about to need it.

This didn't have a name, not really. Something of a hangman's 69. It had style, it had flare, and best of all it had her lips placing long wet kisses along the outside of Bubbles' sex. She didn't have much time for foreplay, as if the match itself wasn't good enough for that.

"Now be a good girl and take what I have to give you. Nothing else." She chuckled softly, knowingly as she parted her lips to press them down between bubbles legs, her tongue gently sliding up and down along the woman, slowly easing its way inside of her. She hummed, sending soft vibrations into the other woman as she probed deeper into the giantess. She didn't waste too much time exploring, just enough to get Bubbles' juices flowing before she sought out a specific spot.

Her tongue slipped through the woman like a hot knife, trailing along her upper ridge until... there it was. She had passed it in her haste, but now she had honed back in. Her tongue flicked over the woman's delicate pearl, running itself over the small nub in long hard figure eights. As the woman grew wet, she would begin to suck and slurp at her drinking her in. Kura made sure the sounds of her efforts were loud and pronounced so Bubble could hear every single thing she was doing.

Bubbles had been on the dominant side of this equation enough to know what was being required of her, as she and Kura moved towards the corner. No fight. No resistance. She was abiding by the rules, going along willingly as the naughty ninja urged her along with teasing touches. The crowd was eating it up, as they settled into place and got ready to enjoy the next minute or so. Even the referee was taking a little break, sitting the opposite corner and glancing between them and her watch. Showtime. All eyes, their way.

Bubbles was put into a compromising position, hoisted on the ropes like Kura’s trophy - which, in a way, she was for the time being. A vulnerable position, the best that could be done right now in the absence of ropes and handcuffs, and Kura upped the ante with that finger against her sex. Bubbles let out a deep, guttural moan, not even trying to hide the rampant desire.

”Not soon enough.” She didn’t say the words so much as she growled them, a caged tiger aching for her next meal.

She didn’t have to wait long, and true to form, Kura did not disappoint. Bubbles was confused for a moment when she went into a handstand - though she didn’t hate the view - but everything became clear when those legs came around her neck and started to squeeze, clamping down with deception power. The crowd clapped along, appreciating the creative display, and Bubbles would’ve done the same if trying wouldn’t have made them crash. Besides, she had better ways to show her appreciation.

When Kura’s lips went to work, Bubbles arched her back and let out a long, lewd moan, loving the woman’s wild work. While she was a tease, she didn’t waste too much time here, going for the gold in short order. Bubbles was dripping wet in record time, and every touch to her clit brought her hurtling towards an orgasm.

Soon and very soon, she’d be hitting a climax. In the meantime, all she could do was buck her hips, moan, and bury her face in Kura’s ass, using it to muffle her screams.

Kura drank deep from Bubbles savoring her hard earned reward. She tasted just as delicious as she had imaged, perhaps sweeter given the circumstances. She moaned lewdly into the woman's sex as she buried herself deeper, mouth enveloping her more to suck at her body as if she were the sole dispensary of a life saving elixir.

Her legs flexed around Bubbles head, providing a squeezing pain one moment while the next simply afforded Bubbles a bumping rub from her crotch. This allowed her rock rock her body against the larger woman, making certain she drew pleasure for them both as her nipples dragged along the woman's strong firm abs.

As Bubbles grew increasingly closer to giving in to her bodily desires, Kura took a moment to be cheeky for her own enjoyment. Drawing her tongue expertly over the woman's clit while drawing out her name in kanji inside of the girl, leaving a symbolic mark on the woman as the cherry on top to her dominance.

Phones were up all over the arena, as the crowd took pictures of this display for posterity, and Mariah was not ashamed to admit that hers was among them. She and Bubbles still had little sparring sessions every now and then, and she wanted to take a few notes, little things she could bring to their private matches to make them a wee bit more interesting.

Bubbles, meanwhile, wasn’t thinking about their escapades. She wasn’t doing much thinking at all, truth told. Her brain was in overdrive, trying to process the obscene pleasure being forced into her. It didn’t help that she’d been heating up since the first moment she saw Kura, either, and this? This was the final straw.

Bubbles drew her head back as much as she could in Kura’s tight grasp and let out a fine, feral scream, arching her back as the raw pleasure took over. Her hips back like raw electricity was running through her body, and she shook with each spurt.

Her body grew tense, like a bow about to let loose, before a soothing calm took over and she went slack. Spent. Done. Satisfied.

Her rocking became more vigorous as she felt Bubbles tension rising, cashing in on how stiff and rigid the woman's body had become her her own self gratification. Her muffled moans grew more frequent as her tongue lashes out over her prey, taking everything from her and giving her no escape for her every touch.

"Mmmm." Kira purred softly as the giantess finally gave in to her. The final moment before the fall had felt to her so wonderous. She drank from the woman as she buckled, her tongue gently stroking her through her spasm, knowingly taking advantage of Bubbles' at her most vulnerable.  She wanted her again almost immediately, the feeling of satisfaction she derived from making the large woman mewl was immeasurable.

She knew her time was limited, but had faith she would have her again soon enough. The work she had done this far would likely aid her in that regard. She held out her hands, unwrapping her legs from around Bubbles neck after one last tight squeeze. She dropped into a handstand before gracefully cartwheeling to her feet, body bouncing as she stood herself upright. She brushed her hair back, making her way slowly to the center of the ring, body glistening and sweat slicked.

She was ready to forgo much of the traded blows if possible, wanting instead to wrap herself around Bubbles again as soon as she could. She longed to hold her, feel her, have her way with her again. Next time she would be certain to please herself more at the woman's expense. She had gotten herself so worked up, but the lack of release left her wanting. She was ready for it now. Hungrier than ever.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, breasts bobbing with the motion. In the spirit of fairness she hadn't pressed further in the corner, she wanted to get things rolling again as soon as possible. "Ready for more?" She asked cheekily, slowly slipping back into her readied stance, preparing to meet the bull head on again.