Kirin vs Aiko

Aiko whimpered cutely in Kirin's soft embrace, surrendering to her motherly comforting way. The small, exhausted gymnast curled, actually looking like a baby in her arms, suckling and massaging Kirin's ample breast, her tongue gently massaging Kirin's nipple while she sucked ever so lovingly.

"Mnnnn.. suck... suckle..." went Aiko's cute suction sounds as she half-closed her eyes in delight. Soon she would start to feel drowzy from the sedating effect of Kirin's milk.

"That's it... eat up, baby. Mama's got plenty to give," Kirin cooed soothingly. She gently bounced Aiko in her arms, blushing under the sight of the cute little fighter curled up against her... and the arousing sensation of the girl lovingly tasting her nipple, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm.

Her soft but powerful arms held her tightly, letting a few fingers gently tickle her tummy. She'd encouragingly nudge her breast tightly against Aiko's mouth.

"Such a sweetheart," she'd sigh. "Looks like some of you girls could really use a mother figure around here." She'd kiss Aiko sweetly on the forehead and whisper. "It's ok. Mommy's here. Drink up, little sweetie..."

"Kirin... mama-san...." Aiko thought in cute surrender. The small girl shivered lightly under the gentle yet seductive strokes and cuddles, going more and more relaxed. Small hands massaged Kirin's breasts as warm, sweet milk flowed in Aiko's mouth, soothing her down.

Eventually, Kirin would notice Aiko's eyes close as she went basically limp in her arms, aside from keeping on with a gentle, mindless suckling.

Kirin smiled down at her. "Mama-san," she sighed. "Sure feels like a while since I've been called that." She made her way to her corner slowly, so as not to disturb the smaller girl in her warm and soft embrace, and her sweet and soothing tit milk.

She'd balance Aiko in one arm shortly, still rocking and gently humming melodiously to her. She'd pop her breast from her mouth momentarily to bend down and grab her bag, slightly amused by the disturbed mumblings from the groggy kawaii fighter when her nipple left her.

"It's alright, Mama's still here," she said, taking something from the bag quickly and setting it into the ring. The crowd murmured in surprise and confusion, but Kirin shushed them as she brought her nipple back to Aiko's mouth, letting her reclaim her breast as she set the small object aside for now as she gently rubbed the outside of Aiko's womanhood with two fingers, as gently as if she were rubbing a baby's belly.

Aiko was lost in mindless surrendering extacy in Kirin's embrace, shivering at the soft fingering and squirmed a little in cutely uneased arousal, while Kirin's breast basically kept her calm and docile.

Kirin would gently keep up her rubbing of Aiko's lower lips, her body nestled in the crook of her arm. Her milk was flowing freely now, and she was careful not to choke her with too much of it. She'd lift her up enough to plant kisses over her stomach and chest, then softly lick and softly suckle at her own nipples, a move that would have been phenominally difficult with a chest like hers.

Aiko squirmed and moaned softly: Under the combined effect of Kirin's soothing milk and her erotic cuddles, she was now nothing but a dizzy, helpless toy in the bigger woman's hands, whimpering as she kept swallowing the best she could, her little mouth flooded with the larger amount of milk.

"Such a softy," Kirin cooed as she sat down calmly, continuing to massage and slowly, gently work her fingers inside Aiko's pussy. "Now be a good girl and cum for Mama," she said sweetly, careful to ease Aiko to another orgasm and take her time since Aiko had just burst already. "Consider it my treat for what you gave me before."

Aiko squirmed in cute helpless excitement, melting in Kirin's embrace as she eventaully gave in to intense pleasure, shaking like a life in her seductive-motherly hold as she creamed again from the beautiful fingering.
"MMM....aaaahhh.....KIMOCHIII......" she cried out with closed eyes her little dazed face dripping white drops of milk as she tilted back, letting go of Kirin's nipple.

"Such a good girl," Kirin whispered sweetly, holding Aiko tightly as she came so as not to drop or harm the little one. When she'd settled down, she smiled widely at the adorable wrestler, planting a kiss on her forehead and leaving a dab of lipstick.

"Such a big girl for lasting so long. Beat Mommy for a second there. Must be all tuckered out now, hm? We'd better go tuck you in?" She'd nestle Aiko tightly into her pillowy chest and grab both of their belongings in a free arm, nodding to the crowd that did their best to quietly flip the fuck out at the erotic and enjoyable fight.


So long as Aiko didn't wake up or react too heavily, Kirin would carry AIko backstage and take her to a spare bed for the girls to rest on. She'd set her down gently, smiling warmly as she'd just watch Aiko bare little body breathe for a while, little chest rising and falling like they were pushing at her still-stiff little nipples.

"I should go home to the girls," she realized with a sigh. "I need my real babies." She'd gather up some clothes, drape a blanket over Aiko and genuinely tuck her in with one more soft kiss, this time on the lips.

She'd then take the object she'd removed from her corner in the match. she tucked it under Aiko's arm and turned to leave.

It as a smallish brown teddy bear with a white heart on its belly. It had a single finger extended on one paw with a ribbon wrapped around it. A tag hung from its ear with a message in pink letters.

"Don't forget; Mommy loves you."