Conquered Hearts

One would never have assumed that Akino was fresh off of warming up a bed within AFW's renowned medical ward given how sprightly she back-flipped out of the Mongolian's embrace. Call it the aftereffects from so euphoric a makeout session she'd just experienced, or the adrenaline coursing through her veins that tampered down any residual aches and pains from that match with the martial art's hobo. In all likelihood it was a combination of both, alongside the giddy prospect of being reunited with the one girlfriend of hers who could genuinely make her smile. And not just her typical sadistic smirk when it came down to hearing her adversaries squeal and/or pass out within one of her torturous submissions. But the kind that was genuine, from the heart, and the same kind she'd catch Khan sporting in the blink of an eye. Only someone whose vision was as sharpened as Akino's, cycloptic or not, could have caught it...and she sorely appreciated doing so.

"Alright than. You thinkin the ring or-" Akino admittedly tended to ruminate on the little details far too often, but she figured they'd at least wanna verify one or two rules before getting the party started. So she did indeed balk with a stark wide eye when her Mongolian beloved came rampaging forward like the conquering warrior she was. Those massive hands ominously raised above her in a strike that if it connected would have felt like thunder cracking against her chest and immediately left her in a hobbled heap on her knees. Akino regretfully speaking from personal experience, and it was that foreknowledge that allowed the maid to instinctually buck herself backward to dodge the strike so she was curled up onto the table behind her. From there Akino's tucked in legs would shoot forward and invite Khan's head between them in a snug headscissors, bringing her lover down to her knees as she adjusted herself to now be seated on the table's edge. "Phew, just as feisty as I remember~..."

Perhaps it would’ve been more proper for Khan to wait and iron out whatever details Akino was alluding to. Perhaps.

But she had never been one for formalities before, and that was one thing that had changed little in their time apart. She had waited years for this woman, for her touch, her for challenge, for her smile, for her cries, and she wasn’t of a mind to wait one second longer than needed. Besides, she wanted to test Akino’s reflexes. The woman she had known was quick, surprisingly deft considering her missing eye, and was not easily caught off guard. Had her senses dulled? Had the AFW succeeded in wearing away at her tools?

No. Much to her joy, that turned out to not be the case.

Those legs - slim, tight, taut, deadly - shot around her neck and clamped tight, squeezing with a merciless pressure. It brought Khan to her knees in an instant, and left her in a position to look up and over the magnificent body she’d been missing for so long. So many memories came rushing over her at once, making it so easy, too easy to forget the moment and indulge in the warmth. She smelled so good, so good...

Ecstasy passed over Khan’s face, a moment of sheer bliss, before she brought the fire back and drove her face between Akino’s legs, pressing against with an open mouth. Her tongue went wild and her teeth gnashed, as if she aimed to eat the garment in her way, before she abruptly shot up, lifted Akino into the air and hammered her against the table, cracking it in two on impact.

The normal next step would’ve been to release her and let her languish in the wreckage, but Khan’s desires were anything but normal. Instead, she lifted Akino up against the crashed, holding her up on her shoulders whether her legs still had life in them or not, and started a slow march to the ring, taking care to stay balanced every step of the way.

Akino typically tended to doubt Khan's assertions about her proposed lineage dating back to a particularly infamous ancestral warlord. The concept was merely too fantastical to believe that the maid actually had a feuding rivalry/passionate hookup with a descendant of some ancient dude who altered the course of human history. However, instances like these begin to make Akino a devout believer in Khan's supposed family tree. The commanding presence when earlier emerging from the shadows. The overwhelming strength applied when restraining and dominantly smooching the maid whom Khan, rightfully so, felt was hers to take. The rampaging warpath with which she stormed forward just than with a strike that was nothing less than a crippling blow...if these were not the trademark characteristics of an impassioned conqueror than Akino didn't know what was. Yet Khan could scarcely say that she was the only one becoming euphoric at the prospect of seeing whose conquering spirit will reign triumphant over the other tonight and claim the other as their prize.

"Mmm, yep. Just like old times. You, The Mighty Khan on your knees. Being a good little girl~..." Akino purred under breath with a sly lick of her lips, shimmying her thighs left to right for her own impish pleasure with naught but silken panties for the Mighty Khan to behold with those grey eyes of hers. The enraptured stillness of the kneeling conqueror and panted warmth caressing the sides of her creamy thighs was proof positive that Khan was entranced in those memories as well, before unexpectedly opting to reenact them further with a juicy makeout session with Akino's flower. The maid's widened eye fading closed with each tongued slide and enraptured suckle, mewling blissfully through pursed lips until those lips yelped from being hoisted upward for a hot second before what was nothing less than a meteoric power bomb. She remained splayed out beneath slabs of wood before being unearthed by Khan back on her shoulders, except now Akino was a lifeless ragdoll. Slumped over with a pitiable moan, her panties thoroughly soaked enough to make them see through...oh, and in Khan's complete control to boot.

Memories came rushing into Khan’s mind as her tongue went wild between Akino’s legs, reminding her of their most intimate times, taking her back to warm places and comforting thoughts. The taste was still there. The feel of warm thighs around her head, tempting her to stay between them and ignore the pain they caused. And the sounds this woman made, the way she swooned, the simmering passion in her voice, even now it was more than enough to incite and excite.

Akino was the sexiest woman Khan had ever met, and as she stood over, looking down at the wrecked woman below, the temptation to simply drop down and take her was a taxing burden. They didn’t have to fight. They could just fuck.

And they would. But not before Khan proved herself worthy of it.

One breath. Two. Three. Enough. ”Stand.”

Though she gave the command, she did not wait for Akino to follow it, instead taking the matter into her own hands…or hand, rather. She stepped over her fallen foe, kicking away one half of the table as she moved in, and reached down to grab a handful of blue hair, balling it tight in her fist. Khan pulled up, yanking Akino to her feet with a powerful burst. Perhaps her legs were not ready to support her? Not a problem. She let her hair go, only to immediately bring her arms down, wrap them around her body, and pull her into a tight bearhug.

Arms at the side, she dug into the one-eyed woman’s ribs and constricted, narrowing the space with each second, grinding, crushing, squeezing away at her body, all while she brought her lips to Akino’s ears and whispered.

”Submit.”