Adventuring David vs Amazonian Goliath: The Rematch

Kazuma watched as Origa approached him, a confident look in her eyes that was telling him to try and hit her. Kazuma didn't know what her game was but he wasn't going to turn it down so he tried to land a chop against her chest only for Origa to stop it and hit him with one of her own. He tried to hit her with a kick but she sidestepped it and countered it with another kick. He tried to grasp her crotch with a claw but Origa stopped it and gave him a hard slap in the face.

With each move Kazuma made Origa would counter it and drive him closer to one of the turnbuckles. Origa then delivered a large kick to his chest, knocking Kazuma the rest of the way into the turnbuckle. The kick knocked some of the wind out of him but what she did next drove the rest of it out of Kazuma as she took a step back and charged at Kazuma, driving her shoulder into his chest. When Origa removed herself Kazuma slowly slid against the turnbuckle into a seated position on the bottom most one, gasping for air all the while breathing in as much of the fumes as he could.

Kazuma looked up at Origa's towering figure above him. It may have been a trick of the light or a result of the fumes but he could swear that Origa had a glint in her eye, like she had just though of something fun.

With slow methodical movements Origa slowly countered everything Kazuma threw at her and slowly drove him into trapping himself into the corner. To seal the deal Origa sent a large big boot to the center of his chest and launched him directly into the corner turnbuckle. Making sure that he wasn’t getting out of it any time soon Origa charged forward and slammed her shoulder into his midsection before standing straight and backing away to see her handiwork.

Origa smirked slightly as Kazuma wheezed and slowly slid down the turnbuckles until he was sitting on the canvas with his head and back leaning against the bottom and middle. With a glint in her eye Origa stepped up to Kazuma until she towered over him.

Giving him a small smile she finally spoke for the first time since the match began. “From the way you acted both in our first match and that spar we had you seemed to enjoy this. Now you can have all you want and more of it ‘sweetheart’.” And with that the amazon turned around and showed her bikini clad ass to Kazuma’s face before she slammed it into him. Taking hold of the top ropes for leverage Origa pressed her ass completely on Kazuma’s face as if she was sitting of him. But Origa swayed her hips side to side dragging his face along with her as she smothered him in the corner. Breathing deeply Origa let out low moans and sighs as the feeling mixed with the aphrodisiac fumes in the air.

As it turned out that glint that Kazuma saw in Origa's amber eyes was very real as she gave him a small smile; the same smile she had given him before during their first match when she took his first kiss, when she had him trapped in her headscissors, when she paraded him around the ring on her shoulders in a torture rack. Then she spoke to him for the first time since the match started, hinting that she had noticed something during their first match and their spar and how Kazuma seemed to enjoy "it" and that now he could have all of "it", apparently having become her new "sweetheart" without knowing or more than likely to fluster him. Kazuma blushed at Origa's new nickname for him for the match but rather than enjoy it he was more confused by whatever it was that she was implying.

It was then that Origa turned around, showing Kazuma exactly what it was she was talking about. In front of Kazuma now was Origa's glorious Brazilian-American posterior and it was then that he realized exactly what it was that Origa was about to do, unfortunately he failed to react to it in time and she slammed her bikini clad ass into Kazuma's face and then began to put pressure on him like his face was a brand new seat. It didn't stop there as she then began to rub and grind it into his face forcing it to move with her ass; up and down, left and right, and every other angle or form of movement in between. Kazuma's face heated up and his eyes grew wide in complete surprise as he never would've expected her to use such a bold and dominant move like this.

The crowd's cheers sounded like rumbling thunder to him through the chamber's panels. Kazuma lifted his arms and tried to push Origa's rear away but the only moving she was doing was to the sound of her own moans and sighs and some of Kazuma's as well. As embarrassing as it was to be trapped beneath her like this, Kazuma actually found a certain level of arousal to this situation that he was now trapped in. Kazuma could feel his traitorous male organ slowly come to life with each rub, grind, and shake of her ass against his face. All Kazuma could do was hope to ride out her vicious ass-sault and hope that she wouldn't notice the growing bulge in his swim trunks.

The fumes and scent from the aphrodisiac covered walls may have influenced her decisions slightly but also Origa felt like this was a nice start up for her revenge for what Kazuma did to her in the gym. Her hips swayed side to side and in smooth little circles as she made sure that Kazuma wasn’t able to get too comfortable and to make sure that she didn’t deprive him of too much air. She didn’t want him going unconscious right now, especially with how his body was reacting to it.

Looking down Origa saw the tent that was being pitched in Kazuma’s trunks as his body gave away just how much he was enjoying this. The tanned amazon let out a giggle as she saw it and without stopping the motions of her hips the amazon lifted up one of her bare feet and pressed it on his bulge. From there she proceeded to rub and grind her foot up and down his covered crotch, using different speeds and pressure to keep him guessing while also bringing out maximum pleasure.

Origa's slow and precise movement of her hips ensured that Kazuma never got used to each sensation for long. His entire field of vision was filled with her caramel colored skin with the only other exception of color being her purple bikini bottoms. Kazuma was starting to become faint from the lack of air, the only reason why ha hadn't passed out already was because Origa was being careful not to knock him unconscious with brief periods to breathe.

It was then that a giggle reached Kazuma's ears, telling him that Origa had finally noticed the tent that had formed in his pants as a result of her calculated "attack". What she did next surprised Kazuma as he felt her place one of her bare feet on his covered organ and began to give him a footjob. Origa rubbed her foot along it's length and ground it beneath at different speeds in order to really torture her captive, never once ceasing her hips' movements as she did so. Kazuma could only moan into her ass as the pleasure coursed through his body. Origa had all the momentum on her side and could probably collar Kazuma with minimum effort if she wanted to right now.

What made this worse was that he could feel himself starting to get closer and closer to the edge. Kazuma was starting to become desperate between the lack of air, Origa's footjob, and the aphrodisiac's fumes from the panels close to him clouding his judgement. His reason was starting to fade and it was quickly being replaced with lust. What he did next was arguably the least logical thing for him to do as he then began to kiss and lick Origa's ass. Some would say he had other options like grabbing her bikini bottoms and using it give her a wedgie or having his hand get some of the aphrodisiac on the nearby panels on it and rubbing it on her skin but to Kazuma, at this point in time, this desperate worship of Origa's ass was al he wanted to do.

Maybe Origa would probably find his worship of her ass amusing enough to move away and see what she had done to him? At least he'd be able to properly breathe again. If he was lucky Origa would be distracted enough for him to stop her movements and maybe be able to escape.

Origa gave out a sigh and tilted her head back as she let her body go on auto pilot and enjoy the feeling of domination that she was getting from turning Kazuma’s body against him. She could feel his struggles turn next to nothing as she rubbed and pressed her bronze ass into his face. Her foot continued its work on making sure his rod felt the full force of her sole and toes as she rubbed up and down on his shaft.

Then she felt something that made her sways freeze for a split second as she let out a shocked but pleasure filled moan. She felt the submissive licks and kisses run along her ass and thighs as she moved her hips. “Mmmm. I forgot how much you must like this. Too busy being the dominator that you forgot what it’s like to be the dominated hehe. Don’t worry, the night is young and the match is only just beginning.”

With that the bronze amazon finally peeled herself away from Kazuma’s face lifted her foot off of his dick. Turning around she smiled slightly at the mess she had made of him before she bent over and grabbed a leg in each hand. There’s she dragged him to the center of the ring and then released him. From there Origa stood above him, her legs on either side of him before she hopped up and let her ass and weight land on his bulge.

His worshiping of her ass had some effect on Origa as she finally stopped grinding her rear end into Kazuma's face long enough to let out a pleasure filled moan. Kazuma managed to get a few breathes in before Origa resumed then resumed her grinding of his face. He listened to Origa as she asked him if he had forgotten how much he enjoyed being dominated and assured him that it was only the beginning. It wasn't that Kazuma wanted to be dominated but against a sexually superior opponent with sexual might like Origa he couldn't help but enjoy himself especially when he was a hormone driven young man.

Origa finally stepped away from him so she could examine her handiwork, Kazuma was finally able to breathe properly although he now had a very large and unsatisfied bulge in his swim trunks now. He was weak too, something that Origa took advantage of as she reached down and grabbed his legs, using them to drag him to the center of the ring as Kazuma was too weak to resist her for the moment. Once there she released them and stood over him, her legs on either side of his body and without so much as the smallest word of warning she dropped herself on his covered erection.

Kazuma let out a soundless scream as the pain of having it suddenly crushed coursed through him. Origa sat over him, leaning forward in a way that emphasized her bust, with a smile on her face. Kazuma had to do something and fast. Then an idea came to him; if Origa thought he enjoyed being dominated then he'd play along for the moment. Kazuma slowly began to sat up and began to kiss Origa's bikini clad bust, kissing a line up to her neck. Hopefully Kazuma's surprise submissive behavior would cause Origa to drop her guard and maybe with a good enough struggle, throw her off balance enough to switch the positions.

Origa smirked lightly as she saw Kazuma’s back arch and his face clearly release a silent scream of anguish as her ass landed on his covered organ. As a small apology she grinded her hips and ass on his dick for a moment or two to get him back in the mood. She put her hands on his chest for leverage as she did so for a moment before leaning forward and putting her hands on either side of his head as she loomed over him from above, her dark hair making a shadow as it hung over the two of them.

Then Kazuma began to lean up and lick and kiss seemingly submissively at her covered breasts. Origa let her head tilt back as he slowly made his way up her neck, kissing and suckling all the while as the two went from horizontal to vertical positions with Origa essentially sitting on Kazuma’s lap. Lewd gasps and moans came from her mouth as she became more and more distracted to Kazuma’s touch.

His hands were not idle as he did this and they groped and mashed at her ass as if it were play doh. A sharp spank slapped across and sent a shock of lust filled pleasure to her system as slowly but surely Kazuma began to fall forward and Origa began to fall back. The amazon should have seen this reversal and been able to counter it before it made any headway but the sex filled scent in the air clouded Origa’s mind to such realizations and so she barely even noticed until it was too late that it was now her on the bottom and Kazuma on top.

Kazuma carefully kissed every part of Origa's skin as he made his way up to her neck. The sound of her gasps and moans was all the approval he needed to hear to know that so far his plan was working. Eventually the two of them rose to a vertical base, with Origa now seated nicely in his lap. Kazuma's hands rose and began to explore Origa's hips before slowly coming around to her ass; the same one that had him pinned against the turnbuckle not too long ago.

It was amazing that something this soft and round could be so weaponized and nearly knock a person out. That knowledge alone made Kazuma a bit mad so he gave it small spank. To his surprise Origa gave a bit of a lustful yelp and her body relaxed a bit. Now was the moment he had been waiting for, so Kazuma began to slowly push Origa back until finally she was the one on her back and he was the one on top. Kazuma would only have a brief moment before Origa realized the change in position so he quickly shifted his position, leaning back above Origa's upper body as his legs came around to her head. He crossed them behind Origa's head, her face now forced against his still erect organ, locking in a head scissors. Kazuma then moved one of his hands over her womanhood and began to stroke it through her bikini bottoms.

Kazuma didn't know how long he'd be able to keep her down like this but hopefully he'd be able to get some of the momentum back on his side.

Origa could feel her body slowly tilt back as Kazuma pushed his way up, peppering her with kisses all the while. Before the amazon knew what was happening her once dominant position had been completely reversed and Kazuma was now the one on top and Origa was the one on the bottom. He made sure to keep her distracted with more gropes and kisses before he stood up and went for a bold move.

Turning himself around Origa’s face pressed against Kazuma’s covered crotch as her wrapped his shirt legs around her head in a reverse headscissor. The amazon finally was regaining her focus and her arms immediately went to pry at his thighs while his dick pressed against her face and the only thing separating the two was the thin piece of clothing from his shorts.

As Origa pried she suddenly froze as she felt a foreign invader enter underneath her bikini bottoms and touch the honeypot beneath. Origa let out a low moan as Kazuma would soon discover that the fumes did not leave her unscathed and her lower lips were getting increasingly wet with her juices, especially now that his fingers had joined the mix.