Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

Totally relaxing herself was not a very common occurrence for Anja. Her paranoid mindset usually assaulter her with stupid assumptions that foes were everywhere, and relaxing was impossible and dangerous.

She was slightly smiling for some reason whenever a moan or a panting had left her lips, maybe it was her impression of letting fully loose of her surroundings. Her fluids mixed with the water while she drew Inoue even closer to her under heavy breathing, finally reaching the point of no return under the finger of her former opponent and reaching another climax in a short time after they had left the ring, piercing the environment with a wild and ecstatic scream before going limp and leaning on Inoue for support while her body was limp and recovering.

Inoue found herself smiling too, a grin scarcely came over her face, but she'd been ecstatic today. She felt Karasu's orgasm nearly course through her arm and to her body, the two fighters in intimate proximity. Inoue had felt strange today, she was acting strange today, but she would never regret this. When Karasu embraced Inoue for support this time, it was due to being pleasured, yet Inoue hardly noticed the difference from a clinch while they fought. Both thrilled her, and she was glad to of experienced both.

She held Karasu's head to her shoulder, giving her all the time in the world to gain her own strength back, she felt magnetism tug her to the blonde girl, and was in no rush to cease contact anyways. "Oh... We're not so different, you and I..." Inoue whispered, mostly to herself, but not exactly concealing the words from Karasu either. It was true, whether or not that was a good thing in the blonde's mind. Inoue could tell she was out of her element, as they both could have very well been a threat to each other. Yet, here they were, Inoue assumed they were equally vulnerable at the moment. It was strange, to be so trustful... but it more than paid off, in Inoue's mind...

"I am not sure if that is such a good thing. Not even I want to be me most of the time."
Anja wasn't sure what to make about this, but she was glad that she had someone to lean on for the moment. Most of the time, she was just invisible to everyone by choice, sometimes wondering if the price of that was worth the gain. Even when thinking about that she did not exactly know if she was just running away from shadows of happenings in the past.

After gaining some more solid stance again, she snaked around Inoue to stand behind her, who seemed to be unwilling to let go of her at the moment. Her hands grabbed around the breasts of the Japanese in a firm but not brutal grip.

"Don't say that. You're a-... ah-... Mmm" Inoue's words were cut off instantly by the grasp on her breasts. There was one thing different about them, Karasu seemed to have confidence issues. Inoue was puzzled at how someone that was skilled, intelligent and beautiful could feel any amount of despise for herself. It wasn't right, Inoue didn't know enough of the girl, but assumed there were regrets or something to do with her past, barring her from the right of confidence that someone as astonishing as her ought to be entitled to. Inoue smiled widely, she enjoyed the assertion Karasu had, Inoue didn't remotely mind giving Karasu free reign over her body. This wasn't the struggle in the ring, though as odd as it sounded, she'd enjoyed every moment of it; the clear win she secured, as well as the sound defeat, by Karasu's calm yet controlling tactics. Inoue's body relaxed her head turning to meet lips with Karasu for a second, she was at peace if only for the moment.

Anja kissed the girl before her gently, something she hadn't really done very often. Softcore wasn't very lucrative back then, cheap and just for a quick dollar, yen or euro. In and out, ready and out of sight.
"You're so sweet and kind, but still tough. You kind of remind me of a friend I once had in a certain way."
Inoue and Natalia were quite different, in fact Anja would have placed the Japanese between them while she was kneading the breasts of Inoue. She was rougher than Natalia, but probably more gentle and professional than herself. Or would be if some additional time would show her true self, not the girl that was looking for rent and meal money.

Her hands searched her way down the body of Inoue, passing rather quick the ribcage before she put both of her hands before the crotch of the Japanese, pressing her butt firmly against her own crotch before sliding two fingers into Inoue's womanhood. It was surely a little more shocking than as gentle like in the ring, but her guess was that Inoue wouldn't be too sad about that.

Inoue let more delicate side show. There was no shame in it. She'd been gentle with Karasu, but Inoue could tell she might be in for something a bit more abrasive, which already excited her. Inoue purred anxiously as the German girl's fingers slid in and were as she predicted, more on the unwavering side. Inoue felt safe, as strange as it sounded. Under the water and under Karasu's spell. She didn't know what to make of Karasu's comment. No one had seen passed the violence-craving, bitter, fighter. She realized how unguarded she had been. She wasn't sure if she should retract, pull away from the amazing experience, simply to keep herself guarded.

"Ahhhh!....Oh... Uh..uh.." the thoughts ceased quickly, she felt too good to be worried about her exposure.

"Enjoy it. I was roughed up many times, I know that it holds kind of a wild appeal."
It was kind of sick to think of the way she had learned this, but she had never received a psychological counseling and couldn't express herself otherwise.

Her teeth brushed over the neck of Inoue, teasing it with small bites and demanding kisses while she was roughly exploring Inoue's womanhood again with thrusts and deep sliding motions. The hand which wasn't busy in the womanhood of Inoue would spread her legs apart, piece by piece, until she had either the option to fall down or put her hands on the wall or around the neck of Anja.

Inoue didn't often enjoy things rough, not always. But naturally, with Karasu it was what she would prefer. It was both humbling, and relaxing, and it made her heart rate skyrocket. She was continually gasping and moaning at Karasu's probing. When she was taking Inoue's balance away, she grinned, her eyes still shut. Naturally, she went to her sturdy lover for support, wrapping her arms around her and stealing herself another kiss. "I... Am enjoying ahhh.. it verrrrry much. gahh" Karasu made it enjoyable, she loved how it felt, in rare cases, and small doses, it was nice to not have to be dominant and in control at all times.

Just as she had actually partially enjoyed her defeat in their match, she enjoyed Karasu getting a bit more deliberate and forceful. She wouldn't ever be subservient, obedient or anything remotely like it, but the masochist in her, enjoyed being overpowered on occasion. It gave her something to strive for. She felt that she'd meet Karasu again, which rationalized her concern with the loss. She felt inspired to train harder in wrestling suddenly, just like that. She pressed herself against Karasu tightly and moaned, for now she was at ease with the events of today.

"Thought so."
Anja kissed Inoue widly while one of her hands streaked up to grab a leg of the Japanese. She would start a slow circling motion with her bottom, guiding Inoue in a small intimate dance while she rather roughly worked the womanhood of the boxer. Her tongue challenged Inoue'a mouth to stay in the kiss as long as she liked, kissing her with wild ferocity and going fully possessive of Inoue.

She wanted to exhaust her, mentally and bodily, to avoid Inoue from thinking to not have got all that was possible from Anja. She hated to say goodbye, and she had to leave Japan as soon as possible again. And a cutie like Inoue could probably keep her in place for too long and put them both into danger. She wasn't sure if they would ever meet again, but the future would probably tell otherwise.

Inoue gasped into Karasu's mouth and moaned a bit, she was being pleasured perfectly, and felt herself on the verge of breaking, her fluids already escaping her a bit in anticipation for the final fireworks. Her moans picked up in frequency and volume as Karasu relentlessly fingered her womanhood, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. Inoue naturally reacted to the feeling of the savage fingering she was reviving, one of her arms unraveled itself from Karasu, so she could clutch her own breast tightly, staving off orgasm for just a bit longer, so she could enjoy it in full.