Refresher Course

Mariah loved her wife, really, more than anything. It wasn’t easy to tell sometimes, since they had such an open relationship and Bubbles was always fielding after other women. But they had an understanding. They knew what they meant to each other. They gave each other balance.

But Bubbles wasn't perfect. Far from it, in fact. She had a way of overshadowing things, losing track ofthe world in her rush and centering things around her. It was easy to forget around Bubbles Burst.

But Mariah hadn’t forgotten about this.”Behind you.”

As Bubbles served as a distraction, Mariah worked her way around Haruka’s blindside, sliding just out of her vision before she made her move. Stealthy, quiet, quick, she snaked her under her foe’s shoulders, letting them come around and finding two nice, plump breasts for them to rub under her toes, stroking and poking, gripping and flicking. A good way to soften up the already softened woman, working those erogenous zones after Bubbles had done so much of the heavy lifting.

At the same time, she pulled back, looking to drop Haruka on her back. Leave her comfy, aroused, and oh-so vulnerable.

The pinkette considered herself as a gentle lover, one was a soft touch that carefully work inside the folds of another woman, caressing them with care and making them feel loved. It was what Haruka preferred the most, making sure to get the most out of her time with another. While she's not new to those that use rougher styles, Haruka didn't feel right at home with using such tactics. It felt like rushing through your food, gulping it in ignorant gluttony. Whereas she'd chew on it, savour the moment if you will.

To do that, Haruka would focus on just the person alone, blocking out the white noise of the crowd to tend to their needs. Bubbles wasn't maliciously greedy in wanting a piece of the pie and Haruka knew that. Which is why she went out of her way to satify her, giving her enough to stew on for a while. Good thing is that Bubbles wasn't completely spent. Which opened up the possibilities for something much more.

Bubbles, in her sex-induced recovery, mentioned something important to the pink behemoth. Her wife. Haruka completely dropped all the attention, all the focus from Mariah to Bubbles. Haruka never thought of herself as leaving someone in the lurch like that, abandoning an unfinished project. She hoped Mariah didn't take it personally.

From the sounds of things though, Mariah was just as eager to being the attention back to her.

She didn't mean to squeal that loud soon as the toes found those sensitive nipples, but the noise came out and the pinkette couldn't take it back. Not that she wanted to really. Haruka was just as aroused by the action itself, and not very long after her own orgasm, Haruka felt that arousal spike up. Sending electric shocks that made more noises escape Haruka's lips, the sudden surprise made her body stiffen momentarily. Right as she's brought to her back. She looked up, past the shapely legs and to Mariah's eyes.

"Please...be gentle~."

Oh, God, that squeal.

Haruka was a naturally cute girl without even doing anything. That was just a natural side effect of her having pink hair and a sunny disposition, and it didn’t matter that she was built like a She-Hulk. All the muscles in the world weren’t going to uncutify that look. Bubbles was a living testimony that you could be adorable and built like a warship at the same time.

But, oh, that noise she made when Mariah pulled her back was just too much. The right kind of sweet, just below the range of, say, a kitten’s meow. The kind of saccharine that made you warm and fuzzy all over. And when you combined it with that face and those eyes and that body, you were left with a killer combination.

It was easy to see how someone like this would go far in the hentai division. Rare catch, and for the moment, she was all hers. ”Sure, I’ll be gentle.” Mariah smacked her lips as the devil’s grin crept along her face. ”Gentle-ish.”

And with that, Mariah proceeded to go to work. She was gentle, too - with one foot, anyway. With that foot, she stroke Haruka’s breast in slow motion, taking care to tease, to rub, to trace the areola with her toes and give her just the bare minimum of what she was craving, leaving her hungry for more.

The other? WIth that one, she went harder, faster, meaner, wild. Pinches and pulls, slaps and slides, prodding away with it and punctuating that with fierce rubs, as if she were in a hurry to work Haruka over, trying to overload her with pure pleasure all at once.

Hot and cold, fast and slow, mix and match.

Looks can be decieving, and that is plenty true for Haruka. Even with the form that she has, there's that energy that she puts out that brings people at ease. No malicious bone in her body, Haruka still comes off as soft and caring, rather than terrifying. There's many others who come off as cute and innocent, yet turned out to be bloodthirsty sadists. While her body changed, Haruka still stayed the same in the inside.

Haruka didn't know what Mariah was thinking of when she pulled her to her back. The whole thing caught her by surprise and now the pinkette was looking at the manager/wrestler. She made that request with such innocence, knowing there will be those that don't carry the same care and attention in hentai work. But it was putting trust in Mariah that she knows what she's doing.

And to her credit, Mariah did upheld to that request. Well, mostly.

Even the most sensual touch on one side couldn't fully distract her from the complete opposite happening on the other. Haruka, like any other woman of worth in hentai, knew the trick of fast and slow. Hard and soft. Seeking to find a balance between the two and finding which one works best. The pinkette should have known when Mariah had that devilish grin of hers.

"Huaaahhh! Ahhh! This isn't gentle at aaalllll!" Haruka whined. Much as she could complain, they were having it's effect, her nips hardening to the expert touch.

Living with a hentai wrestler - an insatiable, invincible one - meant that Mariah was often used as Bubbles’ sparring partner. While she’d never been that much into sensual wrestling before they came out to Japan, she’d gotten more and more into it with her study of the division. She didn’t think she would ever be good enough to really compete like this, to hold a candle to some of the best in actual sensual combat, but she had picked up a thing or two about a thing or two. She had a few tricks.

Haruka was experiencing one of her favorite ones at the moment. The human body could only take so much pain and pleasure at the same time. Mix them up, cross the wires? You get all kinds of fascinating results.

”It’s a little gentle.” Mariah whispered back and ran her tongue across her lips, savoring the responses she was getting loving the feedback. She made sure to change things up a little, here and there, giving Haruka a wide range of stimuli to deal with, working her over more and more by the second.

But it couldn’t last, not forever. She had to make something of this, didn’t she? She had options.

Mariah moved to the side, putting her body perpendicular to Haruka’s. This meant that one of her feet had to leave those lovely breasts, but that was fine - the other stayed in place, giving her the gentle rubs, letting her cool down a bit, just a bit, if only for a few moments. This freed her other foot up, and she used that newfound freedom to slide her soles down Haruka’s stomach, over her chiseled abs, until her biggest toe was poking between her legs. Slipping around, touching about, looking for something…

“That doesn’t make it better!” Haruka whined.

One of the few things that most people would learn is listening to their bodies. That can give insight into what’s happening, what is wrong, and so forth. Living with a fitness nut, and a damn beautiful one at that, meant that Haruka had time to learn this trick. It’s what aided her in recovery after a hard session of pumping iron. Sakura came to understand the pinkette’s body (mostly in part of the many bouts in bed they have), and in time, Haruka grasped it too. It felt weird to single things out, but the body has a way of telling you something.

So while she can indeed single out the pain for just a moment, there was undoubtedly that gentleness. It was there. But it was overshadowed by such unyielding pain. More often than not, Haruka felt that side more than the other, but there is no denying its effect. Neither could she deny that the “soft part” wasn’t doing anything. It worked in the background, letting that pleasure build-up without her noticing. It was like distracting a child from the needle sticking in the arm to stop them from withdrawing. Haruka didn’t think of herself as a masochist, and while pain is the name of the game, it didn’t mean she had to like it.

Eventually, the rough part of it was over, at least for now. Leaving the cute pinkette to whimper and rub her own tit. “Owww…” Haruka tended to it while Mariah’s other foot slid down, stroking along the stomach, the abs, the hips, and then between her legs. Which made her shudder and gasp in delight. “Ahh! Oooooh…please…”

God, this was so much fun. And to think, Mariah could’ve totally missed out on this sort of life if she’d never crossed paths with Bubbles. Amazing how her life worked out.

She was only using her feet to work Haruka over, but she was getting a ton of mileage off that alone. Delivering pain with one, working on pleasure with the other, playing her like a fine instrument and getting the finest notes. She was in a prime position to watch her handiwork, too, as she enjoyed every little reaction she got from the pinkette. The way she squirmed, twisted, bucked. She could’ve played with her for hours, and she was sorely tempted to try…

But no. Haruka wasn’t a masochist, and Mariah wasn’t a sadist. They both knew where this was going, and it was time they got there.

With her foot between Haruka’s legs, Mariah went to work. First, she rubbed her sole along the surface, sliding it back and forth, heating her up, priming her. Then she moved in with her toes, feeling her out and giving her a deft touch. Nothing too hard just yet, but she was setting the stage for more, much more, and it’d be worth it in the end.

But that wasn’t all - there was the verbal component, too. ”Please?” Mariah smacked her lips and put on the most innocent smile she could manage. ”Please…what? You want something, hm?”

At least she wasn’t being so rough. That’s about as much Haruka would want.

Her nipples weren't going to be relieved from the lasting effect of the twist, but at least it wasn’t a second longer than she would like. Of course, AFW’s hentai division meant that pain could not be avoided when it came to winning. Pain and pleasure aren’t estranged bedfellows, but they go hand in hand. But for Haruka, she’d prefer that those she’s with would feel good most of all when the bliss outweighs any discomfort that they may feel. Mariah seems to know that balance, at least. Perhaps it’s just Haruka’s breasts being so sensitive. Even with how bulky her body is with muscle, They were still pillowy that Sakura would want to rest on. That part wouldn’t change.

Now though, the Manager was going for it, getting straight to work after setting things up and igniting that spark inside Haruka. The pinkette’s already wet down below, which Mariah would have noticed after twisting those nipples like a car key. And the deft touch made her even more so. Haruka could easily relent and move away if she didn’t want it. Mariah could have kept on with the mix of pain and pleasure.

It’s like they have a shared understanding of where this would be going—connected in mind.

“Haaahhh….P-please…mmmm…please make me cum…please give it all.”

God, Mariah would never get tired of doing this. Having a woman like Haruka under her control, being able to drive her crazy like this. Seeing the look in her eyes as she had the pleasure poured into her, hearing those whimpering words…

It was a thrill. A sheer, wild thrill, and she could’ve done it all day long. Bubbles would’ve liked that, too, judging from the way she looked on with wide eyes and an open mouth, enjoying every single second of the show. Every flick of Mariah’s feet was like magic, as if she were sending electric charges straight into this woman’s body and lighting her insides on fire.

But all things had to come to an end, even the insanely sexy things.

Haruka wanted to cum. She wanted it all. ”Heh.” Mariah bit her lip, shared a mischievous look with Bubbles, then looked back down to the pinkette. ”Since you said ‘please’....”

Mariah moved in for the kill with a sudden burst of speaking, picking up the pace. No more gentle strokes, no more teasing caresses. She pressed hard into Haruka’s pussy, working her at a fever pitch, rubbing her with wild abandon, going faster and harder and stronger, working up a tempo, until…

…Haruka cried out in an earth-shattering orgasm, her juices exploding and drenching all over that foot.

Despite being a smaller version of Bianca, Haruka is capable of showing vulnerability. Considering that Mariah has had to handle the Virgin Killer all of those years, she’d say that she’s in good hands. Or feet in this case. The cute innocence that Haruka still harbors is all part of the charm that wins the manager over. No doubt she could see why Yayuuki favors her so. It wouldn’t be enough to completely satisfy someone like Haruka, but the pinkette didn’t have to worry about that.

Perhaps that is the benefit of it all. To be able to repeatedly experience such treats like this.

And this was perhaps the sweetest of all. Bubbles is still such a tasty morsel, and no doubt will get the chance to experience all of her at one point. But for now, her focus was on Mariah and the impending orgasm that’s been swelling up. She just needs that little bit extra to send her over the edge, and Mariah was kind enough to oblige. No teasing, no denying, just granted the single most request.

It would be a shame that such things had to end, as the journey has been lovely. But the more and more Mariah’s foot drove her pussy into a frenzy, the destination turned out to be very pleasant. The pinkette’s body relaxed once it went through its motions, noticeably her cheeks were all rosy like her hair. And the cerulean eyes stared above the ceiling.