Identity Crisis

Shiki's stubborn and wounded pride cried out against the looming threat of Yasha Love's alluring lips. Yet, there was no jeering crowd this time, nor was there any cameras to exploit her potential moment of weakness. The Demon of Love's words were as frustratingly pretentious as always. They grated Shiki's nerves, but worse than even that, they rang with a forbidden and elegant truth.

With consideration to her rebellious ways, could Shiki really find the willpower to deny such a captivating and dangerous attraction?

... Though heavily conflicted, the simple answer was a resounding no.

A lustful, muffled, sigh was lost in her assailant's lips, and Shiki's hands quickly abandoned the woman's flamboyant collar. She ground her hips subtly against the Demon of Love's intrusive knee and shifted her arms to slither around the woman's shoulders. She embraced her nemesis roughly and the passionate gesture only intensified the lingering kiss.

Shiki's abrupt and intimate motion would then shift, and the conflicted youth would force their lips to separate with a wet and audible smack.

"... I don't need your help," her lips brushed teasingly with Yasha Love's as she spoke with a defiant, if explicitly pouty, tone. Regardless, her fingers grasped softly and gave the Demon of Love's delicate tresses a gentle tug, "I'll beat you right now and prove it."

Yasha's eyes fluttered closed as they kissed. She wanted to enjoy the moment as Hilde when she felt Shiki's hips softly grind against her knee. She struggled with the urge to sigh pleasantly into the kiss, the costume got her hear but to give away her disguise might meant losing it forever. But, why was she so worried about that?

Shiki didn't seem like the type who would understand Hilde's complicated feelings. She was almost thankful to be tugged away, the slight amount of pain from the tugging on her scalp brought her back into reality and back as Yasha as her lips curled into a rueful grin.

"Need?" She questioned coyly. "I am not summoned by need." She spoke. "The Demon of Love only responds to desire." She said and pushed her hand against Shiki's breast, letting her gloved fingers trace down the small slope.

Yasha then reached up with her other hand and grabbed Shiki's wrist. "And... what if I win?" She cooed. "Maybe I'll finish what I started in our last encounter. You know the part? At the end? But maybe this time, I'll do it properly. No one will be around... for you to profess our Hearts don't beat in rhythm and our Voices don't cry out in choral ecstasy."

"Shut up!" Shiki blushed fiercely; even worse, she was aware of just how badly she was blushing. The rockstar tensed sharply and fought against the grasp on her wrist. The enraged flicker in her eyes did little to hide her malicious intent, but the brief struggle would end abruptly as a sigh of frustration left Shiki's lips.

"... Maybe I'll be the one to finish what I started, eh?" As usual, Shiki's demeanor was as dangerous and temperamental as ever. "Maybe you don't remember how that match really ended? You know, after I laid you out inside the ring?" Her beautiful eyes twinkled like daggers, a cruel smirk slowly crept across her alluring visage, "I could have snatched your stupid mask, right then and there. Imagine that... Where would you hide then?"

Despite the Demon of Love's deft teasing at her breasts, Shiki would bring her free hand to gently brush along Yasha Love's cheek. The punkette would allow the tips of her fingers to--in retaliation--tease the edges of the heroine's delicate, pink, mask. The longing gesture would only be enhanced as Shiki's thighs began to squeeze suggestively at the knee still planted firmly against her heated sex...

Yasha's unflappable demeanor was nearly cracked at Shiki's words. She had wondered exactly why Shiki had not done it. Her eyes widened and she turned her head, almost shyly.

Her hand came up and slid along Shiki's hand and her fingers intertwined with Shiki's. She was at a loss and she tugged Shiki's hand down so it was away from her mask.

Yasha then turned her head back and forced their lips together hard again. Yasha kissed Shiki with as much ferocity and passionately as she may ever had. It was deep, explosive and brief.

Yasha pulled away and peeled herself from Shiki, trying to leave the punkette breathless. The Demon of Love turned, showing off her scrumptious rear and stalked off haughtily towards the practice ring. She stepped up to the ropes and turned, exposing every curve to Shiki before she slithered to the opposite corner. Yasha then wordlessly began to stretch and bounce, letting Shiki take her in.

The ball was back in Yasha's court without one word of her tantalizingly sinful dialogue. At least, she hoped.

Yasha Love's initial reaction only confirmed Shiki's suspicions. The punkette savored the moment with silent intrigue. Even with her previously unsuccessful battles with the Demon of Love, the rockstar felt as if she found a chink in the woman's pink, vinyl, armor. Finally, she possessed something to level the battlefield when it came to Yasha Love's pervasive, psychological, warfare...

Yet, the imminent threat of Shiki's reemerging hubris was momentarily dashed. The Demon of Love's lips came without warning and pressed fiercely with her own. Shiki's startled gasp was loud, despite being muffled. The intimate gesture was so fervent and desperate, it almost hurt; unfortunately, that only made Shiki relish the guilty pleasure all the more. The moment was lightning, and the electrifying surge was gone just as quickly as it had boldly dared to strike.

As Yasha Love pried herself from the punkette, Shiki couldn't hold back a fervent sigh. It would take no small effort for the punkette to stubbornly stifle her conflicting emotions. However, Shiki would deliberately gather herself up with a fierce pout. She made her approach to the ring with some semblance of her cocky swagger returning. Not wasting any time, she'd easily slip into the ring where her nemesis awaited.

Pausing momentarily, the raven-haired punkette would shift subtly before cocking her arm up along her side; she'd openly brandish the menacing, all-black, form of her brass knuckles--Hazel.

"Don't worry," a nonchalant grin touched the punkette's lips. She'd twirl the weapon deftly on her finger, like a cowboy spinning their six-shooter, "I won't be needing this. Maybe next time." With a careless flick of her wrist, Hazel's ebony form would be flung outside of the ring and settle with a distinct, metallic, clatter.

Where exactly did she have that thing hidden? A gentleman does not ask and a lady never tells.~

Unlike Shiki, Yasha Love was far less discreet about almost everything. When Shiki tossed away Hazel, the Demon of Love chuckled effervescently. "I see..." She said and plunged her latex covered hand deep with in the valley of her own chest quite lewdly. She locked her green eyes with Shiki and licked her lips as she pulled her hand out.

her index finger was extended and hooked on the end of it was a piece of metal. As she kept pulling, she pulled out a pair of handcufffs and twirled them much like Shiki had with Hazel. "Mmmm, well, I suppose I can toss my Love Toys away as well." She said and flung them out of the ring so the clanged next to Hazel. She gave Shiki a knowing wink back.

Yasha tilted her head and stepped forward. "Let's both plunge into the River of Love without a lifejacket!" She said and rushed Shiki, crouching as she raced and swung a hard, full kick right at Shiki's side.

"... Eh?"

Shiki's cocky grin would fade though she made a helpless sound--something between a scoff and a laugh. So, what exactly did the Demon of Love plan to do with handcuffs? The rockstar's vivid imagination unwillingly began to fill in the gaps, much to Shiki's chagrin. It was clear that Yasha Love knew how to level the playing field. What else could the deviant woman have prepared for her? Whatever the case, it hardly mattered now. Shiki had ignorantly discarded her own equalizer outside of the ring as if not possessing a care in the world.

God, I'm so fucked in the head.

It was a rare admittance of guilt but, in that moment, Shiki couldn't help but ridicule herself over the absurdity of her own actions. How could she hate one person so much and, at the same time, genuinely crave something so pervasive about them?

Her brief introspective moment found itself interrupted by her adversary's flamboyant battlecry. Though the punkette angrily questioned her own motives, she wasn't silly enough to lose her focus on the one person who fervently fanned the flames of her conflicted emotions. Yasha Love's pink boot would crash into Shiki's side with a solid thump, the raven-haired rockstar would shudder with a stubborn grunt. However, Shiki would attempt a surprisingly astute display of finesse and quickly capture the Demon of Love's leg. Wrapping her opponent's appendage up tightly under her arm and huffing with frustration, Shiki would thrust herself forward--slamming her weight into Yasha Love--and drive the heroine to the mat with a tackling takedown!

Yasha grinned, even when Shiki held onto her leg. She could hold onto it all day long. Or, at least, until Yasha kicked her in the face with the other one. Shiki, however, was a little quicker and threw Yasha down by the leg in a tackle.

"Guh!"

Yasha's legs spread and she grinned. "On top, between my legs~" She purred. "Where you've wanted to be since the beginning, right?"

Crashing atop the Demon of Love, Shiki found herself nestled firmly between her adversary's spread legs. Despite the frustrating sting at her side, she still managed a wry smile, "You're still wearing that stupid mask though, aren't you?"

Anxious to seize the moment, Shiki would throw her weight heavily against Yasha Love. Sliding her hips roughly across her opponent's torso, she'd finally bring herself to mount the Demon of Love's considerable bust. From her new perch, the punkette would attempt to forcefully pin her opponent's shoulders to the mat and properly straddle the eccentric heroine's head; trapping and exposing Yasha Love's pretty, masked, face between her thighs.

"Let's fix that, hm?" Shiki would flash her beautiful, reckless, grin as she straightened her back and pressed her hips--and the brunt of her weight--down upon the woman who had earned so much of her ire. Among other things. As if to accentuate her haughty position, Shiki pressed her balled fist into the palm of her hand. Her knuckles would resound with an audible crack.

Shiki's wicked grin only intensified.

Yasha remained confident as Shiki taunted her about her mask. She raised her eyebrow behind it but otherwise smiled deliciously at the punkette even in the compromising position, her chin tucked nicely against Shiki's clothed sex while her face still remained nestled between Shiki's legs.

"This close to the River of Love and you won't even let me take a drink?" She asked coyly. "If you think that you can reveal Love's Truth, you are quite wrong.' yasha said. "Truth is light and you need to be able to adjust your eyes to see it. You're still enshrouded in a world of darkness."

Yasha closed her eyes and swung her hips upward, trying to clasp her ankles around Shiki's neck and firmly heave her off her body. She was actually grateful for Shiki's desire to try and fully force herself on Yasha in the most humiliating way. It left the whole rest of her agile body to work lithe magic and escape the delicious prison of Shiki's thighs. A place, in truth, she wouldn't want to leave if not for the girl's sudden obsession with her identity.