Hardstyle Hentai: Belle B. Barker Vs. Ninjette

"I know ya like it rough, but I'll be gentle too." Belle said with a throaty purr as she let go of Kozue's nipples and began to stroke them rather than pinch them. There was a gleam in her eye as she teased and toyed with Kozue's body. She was hungry and wanted a whole meal, but was settling for the appetizers for now.

When she felt Kozue buck, her eyes widened. Normally riding a bucking filly would be no sweat, but she had been so focused on the task at hand by the time she tried to throw her body back to off set the balance, she was thrown off Kozue.

"Awwww..."

Belle pouted and then hopped up. She spun around and turned. She lifted her boot up and looked to stomp down hard on Kozue before she could get up.

Kozue wouldn't call this match the hardest one of her career - at least, not in the typical way you'd define ‘hard’. It was damn sure one of the most mentally taxing, though. As Belle switched from hard to soft play, she found herself extremely glad that she'd remembered to fill up on water a few hours ago, since a good bit of it was now pooling up in sweat beneath her, with spots of it all of it all around the ring.

The good news was that she had enough stamina to get Belle off of her. The bad news was that she didn't have enough stamina to do much more than that. So when Belle’s boot came down for a hard stomp, she tried to roll away...and failed.

”Guh!” Kozue croaked as the blow hit home right in her gut, making her fold up on impact. Desperate for some space, she attempted to roll away toward the corner before Belle could follow up - the ropes wouldn't save her from the assault, but at least they'd give her a way to get to her feet easier. Provided she could reach them in the first place.

The boot stomp felt as good as the breast play and as she watched Kozue roll away in pain, she grinned widely. "Heh heh heh." As Kozue moved for the corner Belle licked her lips.

She took a step back and pulled her hand behind and above her head. With a wiggle of her rump, she ran at Kozue and aimed an epic open handed slap at the ETTE on Kozue's tight, right cheek.

Kozue had a little space to work with now, and it was just a matter of how she’d use it. She started to pull herself up on the turnbuckle, looking to make her way back to her feet, when she caught a flash of movement in the corner of her eye.

That was the only warning she got before Belle treated her to a weapons-grade across the ass, dead on her cheek. The crowd winced at the impact, and rightfully so, because it hurt every bit as much as it looked. Kozue shrieked and popped up to her feet, hissing even as her ass still jiggled.

Okay, should've seen that coming. Surprised it didn't happen sooner, really. Still, there had to be some retaliation. Appropriate retaliation.

Kozue whipped around and lashed out with her arm, giving Belle a fierce knife-edge chop right across her tits, throwing her entire body into the blow.

It was sooo good to get a nice, resounding slap on that tight tush. She wanted to admire her work but she didn't even have time to snicker before Kozue whipped around. Belle's eyes widened as the hard slap came at her. The audience gasped and winced as the slap hit home, driving into Belle's ample chest and sending her tits bouncing to and fro as she stumbled back and grabbed her chest.

"Buuuuuhhh!"

When belle brought her hand away, she could see the red mark as she panted. "Tarnation.." She muttered and looked up at Kozue, flashing the girl a grin after so much panting.

She lunged at the ninjette and brought her hand up, hoping to trade tit slaps with an overhanded, open palmed slap of her own down at Kozue's flat, but exposed, chest.

That hurt.

Kozue’s hand hit Belle so hard that she felt a burning sensation up and down her arm, sizzling on the skin. The sound of the impact mixed with Belle’s cry, and the two noises danced along the rafters for a moment, all while the crowd cheered and egged them on.

Kozue hadn’t know Belle that long in the grand scheme of things, but she had a good enough handle on the sooner to realize what was coming next. Didn't make it any easier to take, though, as you could guess from the way she reacted.

”Jesus fuck!” Kozue shrieked and spun away from Belle, cradling her burning chest. She didn’t need to look to see the red mark. She knew it was there, and she’d probably catch a glimpse of it in the next few days, because she doubted it would be going anywhere for a while.

Nasty hit. But even so, Kozue wasn’t quite done yet.

She turned around with Belle’s trademark grin on her own face. ”That all?”

Kozue jerked back around and swung out with another chop, using some of that textbook ninja precision to slash a little lower than the spot she’d hit before, whiffing along the bottom of Belle’s tie.

Belle's eyes bulged as Kozue spun around and grinned at her. She couldn't help but return the smile and chuckled. "Heh heh heh." She looked over Kozue's reddened chest and at her own and grinned wider. She motioned for what was coming and hissed when the slap cracked across her bare chest.

"Ghhhh-ahh!"

Belle stumbled backwards and hopped in the air, crouching as she pressed her hand into her wobbling breasts. She looked up at Kozue and shook her head, trying to grin through her wince. "Guess we're both the rough type, huh?" Belle said. "Its a shame ta have ta do this ta two lovely sets a udders." She paused and nodded. "Well, bull tits in yer case. No offense. I love'em all the same even if there ain't nothin ta milk."

Enough monologuing. She didn't want Kozue to think she was trying to bide time. She was just speaking earnestly. She reeled her arm back and went for another cracking forearm right at Kozue's chest, hoping to snap her arm against the girl's stiff nipples.

As the two squared off in the ring, speaking amidst the hoots and hollers of the AFW Universe, Kozue found herself panting hard. Partly because she was getting run ragged, as the match’s demands took their toll. Partly because she was getting unspeakable turned on right now.

”Don’t see me complaining.” Kozue gave the edge of her chopping hand a long lick, tasting Belle’s sweat and skin with a lewd smirk on her face. This, of course, drove the audience even wilder, if such a thing was possible. ”I like it when my steak sizzles.”

It was no surprise when Belle came in for another shot at Kozue’s chest, and she was half tempted to accept it and keep up their little game. But the fact was that she probably wouldn’t win it, in the long run. Belle hit harder, could take more punishment, had more weight to throw around. It might take her a minute or two, but she would lose this.

So instead, Kozue opted for a turnaround. She ducked under the blow at the last second, then slid around behind Belle and stood up with their backs facing each other. She reached up, trying to grab the cowgirl by the neck before she could turn around, then leaped up, kicked her legs out, and tried to drag Belle to the mat with a swift neckbreaker slam, driving the back of her skull right into her shoulder.

Belle felt as if her arm was moving in slow motion when she whiffed with the chop, feeling the drag and stumbling a bit from the power she put behind it. She had definitely had the intent to knock Ninjette on her tight ass, but it was not meant to be.

Before she could correct her off balanced stance, she was grabbed and yanked backwards. She felt Kozue's fingers grab her neck and she gagged as she was dropped. "Ack!" What followed was worse than being briefly choked as she was slammed into the mats painfully.

"Gaaaahhh!"

Her eyes widened and she flopped to the side, curling into a semi fetal position as she reached for her neck.

The crash was far worse for Belle than Kozue - after all, she was the one who’d gone down with her head getting driven into a bony shoulder. Kozue found herself wincing on the impact, too, her back carrying some pain from the hard crash into the barricade. A stern reminder that wrapping this up would probably be in both thier good interests.

Belle was hurting, as stunned as she’d ever be. If there was ever a time to clinch things, this was that time.

With heavy breath, Kozue swung around on the canvas and worked her way on top of Belle’s buxom body, straddling her by the waist and making sure the ass Belle liked so much was planted firm on the cowgirl’s groin.

”Hey,” Kozue gave Belle a light slap on the face, just enough to keep lucid. Her voice was nice and low, as close to a whisper as you could get when thousands of people were screaming all around you. ”Stay with me, all right? Won’t enjoy this if you’re too dazed.”

Kozue dipped down, grabbed Belle hair tight, and forced their lips together with a wild kiss, plunging her tongue deep the second their lips met. She wasn’t saying it out loud, but the message was clear enough: she was going for the win, full stop.