Annette Weber vs The Black Belt Demon - Troubled Waters

From the sidelines, Anesthesia looked on with something that had to be approaching awe. She prided herself on being able to anticipate those around her, but seeing something like this coming would have required a foresight far beyond her best hopes. At most, she had expected the judoka to spend most of the match on the defensive, to be caught off guard by Anette’s wiles and spend much of her time floundering until she established a foundation. This was more aggressive, more intensive, more exciting than anything she could have hoped for, and it was taking a true strength of will not to join in and take a more direct role.

But she could hold back. After all, Makoto would be hers after the bell rang, regardless of the outcome, and they had all the time in the world to explore this further.

Makoto was thinking much along the same lines, though they were buried under the avalanche of feelings he was experiencing at the moment. Holding her own against someone like this with such tactics had been the best she could’ve hoped for, but dominating her was a dream that she’d expected to be far out of reach. Yet, here they were. Anette could have faked some outward signs, but this close, there was no mistaking the way her body reacted. She swore she could feel the blood rushing through her body, and there was no mistaking the sensation of their lips caressing and the electricity between them. Annette craved her, pushed against her, hungered for the contact, and it was obvious where this was going

All the same, the verbal confirmation was worth it. A lascivious grin came across her face before she even knew what was happening, and she picked up the past, pressing down hard and driving against Annette with a furious pace.

”Then do it.” The Black Belt Demon spoke with a dark, husky voice that she didn’t even know she could make. ”Do it and thank me.”