A Mad Love Match-Up! (Alexia Jackson vs Death Bunny)

Aside from her adorable bunny-themed alarm clock scheduled to awaken her with ear-splitting heavy metal, fewer things could jostle the Macabre One out of her concussed stupor quicker than what felt like pincered claws squeezing down on the plump softness of her breasts to a seething wake-up call from D.B. She'd clamp her own hands onto the harlequin's wrists while periodically stamping her feet into the ground, shooting a vitriolic glare upward at Alexia whilst currently paralyzed from the talons bearing down on her. A rosy red hue on her face, slight trail of drool down the side of her panting mouth, and stifled moans being a clear indicator at D.B. feeling more than just pain from Alexia ruthlessly kneading her tits like that…

The mere act of thinking straight was not a luxury afforded to D.B. at moment. Not when her blooming breasts were getting savagely squished down upon by someone taking cackling glee from it all. The back of her bunny-eared head slammed the floor as she curled her spine slightly upward, biting her muffled lips to stifle her voice before a mewling moan of ecstasy escaped from them. Alexia bucking up and down as if she were riding a wild philly having her plump butt jiggle and bounce atop D.B.'s abdomen, violence stoked rapture becoming palpable in the air and prompting the Deathly One underneath to guide her gloved hands towards the laughing jester's own supple breasts. A ferocious clawing mangle taking place before D.B. would use this fleshy grip to turn them both around once more. Death with a half-lidded glare directed down at her, and splayed atop Alexia for sweat smeared skin contact practically from head to toe and tasting each other's luscious breath from their panting mouths.

As jovial as Alexia may have been from mounting the frazzled Bunny Reaper before mirthfully bobbing her jiggling ass atop her ridden stomach, it was nevertheless robbing D.B. of air something fierce. She'd strengthen and tighten her core abdomen as best she could, but everything was horrendously difficult to concentrate on when one was having their fulsome breasts savagely kneaded like this. To the point where she herself would slant her back upwards and slump back down in whatever direction Alexia was tugging in her position of outright dominance over the rouge cheeked bunny girl. Flinching and scowling bitterly before she'd mustered the resistance to return the favor by clawing into the Jester's breasts and flipping her about to have her be the one being pinned down by someone with ravenous intent in their eyes.

The wafting warmth of eachother's humid exhalations meant they could practically taste the other's savage craving's for the soft lips that were inches apart. Close enough that Alexia could, and would, Eskimo kiss their wiggling noses together in a gesture of adorable cuteness that made D.B. balk from being the recipient of. She dipped her head back with a blushing grimace, but rather than taking action in the form of violence, she'd continue returning that favor by using her clenched grip to liberate Alexia of her red and black top with one shredding tear off. In one swift motion she'd rebound up to a seated kneeling position with the Jester tugged along until she was straddling D.B.'s thighs. A mushed bloom to their breasts as D.B. hugged them together with one hand clamping onto Alexia's rump, and the pretenses shelved for now as she smack their lips together in a sloppy liplock. Rife with lusting moans and luscious tongue laps...

Ravaging the maniacal harlequin like this was seemingly the only way to stifle that incessant laughter of hers. One reason among many to savagely smooch this insufferable jester and indulge in the humid warmth of eachother's mouth while hotly embracing to a supple bloom of their bared breasts. The primary reason obviously being that D.B. was hot and bothered to an ungodly degree and was just as much a slave to her insatiable lust as Alexia seemed to be since day one of their feuding. The clawed hand on the jester's rump digging deeper into her butt cheek to practically convey ownership at this point. Shivers trailing down her spine in the sweat smeared undulation of their bodies grinding up against the other in a haze fueled kiss with juicy smecks that at this point seemed to have no end, and would have had D.B.'s lips coated with the same crimson red lipstick that Alexia was constantly sporting along with the rest of her jester makeup.

Except at one point, The Grim Hopper would start soldiering up to her feet with groaned efforts being muffled into the smooch that remained passionately intact. The bear-hugging embrace never lightening up either aside from a brief hop to reaffirm her grasp, a visual that could have been construed as quite romantic under normal circumstances...and if what came next would be edited out altogether. Their positioning in the room being vaguely remembered in D.B.'s salacious inebriation...enough to recall where full-length mirror was in the bedroom. And enough to take off sprinting straight towards it to brutally ram Alexia spine first into the glassed surface. Whatever agonized groans elicited from the harlequin on impact would be muffled into the savage kiss still fiercely mashing their lips together, nor afterwards until D.B. would gingerly start stepping backwards with a thin line of saliva seen from their mouths as D.B. panted deeply with half-lidded eyes.  

Somethings never changed, it seemed. Alexis never stopped being the impetuous wild child lacking in any modicum of inhibitions. A slave to her savagely passionate emotions who fed off them with a feral madness to her. And D.B. still had the capacity to become the master of her bloodthirsty and salacious cravings, to quell that darkness within and forestall the probable descent into that abyss one day anyway. But for now she managed to keep a level-headed outlook on matters despite being just as enthralled as Alexia in an untamed smooch exuding seething infatuation and vicious ecstasy, and one D.B. kept interlocked for as long as possible even upon smashing Alexia spine first into the mirror that now guaranteed one of them seven years bad luck. Soon afterward the pair collapsed with D.B. clenching onto her tightly as Alexia trembled, quaked, and writhed in shrieking pain...and this made Death quiver all over with elation as she snarled these words into Alexia's ear.

"...yoU neVer stoPPed...whaT I gaVe you iN ouR maTch was jusT a sAmPle...yOu kNew ThaT...anD YEt YOu wAnted aLL oF mE...FINE." There was a beastly inflection to Death's vocals, enraptured by Alex's sheer agony with a mushroomed swell to their mashed breasts from the degree of intensity that D.B. brought to the sadistic embrace. An ascension was taken, but with Death separating themselves to a chilled feel over their topless and sweat smeared frames. One of Bunny's gloved hands clamped onto Alexia's twin-tailed hair with a dead-eyed stare of malevolent viciousness on her scowling face before rearing back for a booming gut punch...merely to keep her placated. For soon afterwards she'd use the hair-pulling grip and another clenched onto the harlequin's bottoms to haul her up into the air in a gorilla press before being dunked down back first into the previously knocked over cabinet. Further cutting up her back form the glass shards, and with enough force to put more than a dent into the wooden lining.