Sheila Morgan vs Kuroi Kamikaze II - Bound by Bloodlust

[PuroQueen]

Like a caged animal. That's not only how Kuroi felt right now, but how she acted as well. If there was a position the martial artist hated being in the most, it was any maneuver that restricted her, and deprived her of the ability to wield her limbs as the deadly weapons they were. She could take a beating no sweat, and pretty much every submission hold had at least some leeway she could play with. But this, this humiliation was enough to drive her mad - which was saying a lot for her. Sheila wasn't even within arm's reach, yet she had immobilized Kuroi completely, reducing her to a snarling, writhing, raging shell of a fighter.

Still, it might not have been so bad if Sheila wasn't just standing there, admiring her body like it was game, freshly hunted and skinned, left to dry on a meat hook. "What!? WHAT!? Do something, bitch. DO SOMETHING!" Kuroi lashed out, clawing at the empty space that separated her and her opponent. Instead, Sheila simply hobbled away, dipping through the ropes and limping across the apron. Kuroi growled and scoffed, incredulous that Sheila was leaving her to rot like this. Anything would have been better than this, a knee to her face, a barrage to her gut, hell, even another strike between the legs - anything.

Between the mind-numbing rage and Kuroi's upside-down take on the world, it took a while for the redhead to finally process her opponent's motives. Sheila was climbing the ropes, slowly, weakly, barely, but ascending nonetheless. Furthermore, she was all the way on the other side of the ring, a truly insurmountable distance for one as inexperienced in the aerial arts as Kuroi. All she could do was stare wide-eyed, her inverted smile growing ever wider as Sheila's balance steadied on the turnbuckle.

C'mon Sheila, hit me.... that's right, girl, you can do it... Kuroi mumbled madly to herself. She didn't care anymore how desperate her situation looked right now. Anything was better than being left this numb, to feel the nothingness of neither pain nor pleasure. Just like in their kiss, Kuroi wanted nothing more than to feel right now, even if that meant that feeling would be nothing but agony. Sure, Sheila would do whatever it was she had planned, and Kuroi would scream, and she'd flail, and she'd bleed. But she'd return the favor soon enough. Even if it took all night, or her whole career, her whole life. But all of that hinged on right now, on Sheila just getting the damn thing over with, so Kuroi could go right on back to ripping her apart, no matter how much agony was shared in the process.

Weakly, Kuroi spread her arms out in front of her, making sure Sheila would have a clear unobstructed view of her two inverted middle fingers.

"Hit me, bitch, c'mon hit me. Hit me... FUCKING HIT -"

Kuroi was cut off by a truly magnificent sight. A view unhindered by her upside-down perspective. It was her opponent soaring through the air, closing what Kuroi had thought was an overwhelming distance in a matter of seconds. Kuroi's smile shone unwavering before it was crushed beneath the terrifying velocity of Sheila's outstretched feet. Her whole frame bent unnaturally as she recoiled, crumpling against the corner before ricocheting back outwards again. The pain, the sensation Kuroi psychotically craved, would only be felt for a fraction of a second - more than long enough for Kuroi to realize how broken she must have been to yearn for it in the first place. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a truly unbearable concoction of suffering she wouldn't wish on anyone. Well, almost anyone.

Old wounds would instantly reemerge, mixing with some freshly opened ones as a waterfall of blood ran down Kuroi's face and stained the mat below. She wouldn't be awake to see it. Instead, she would hang limply like a corpse in the corner, her body still tangled up in the tree of woe. Her eyes were open, but it would be apparent to all that there was no life in them. In fact, the only sign that Kuroi was still breathing would be her bare chest, with unblemished breasts rising and falling gently above the rest of her lifeless body.

The referee was quick to interject, swooping in to raise Kuroi's arms three times, with each attempt producing the same limp result: Kuroi was unconscious, dead to the world.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t big on religion, having not grown up around it all that much and never encountering anything that led her to think there was such a thing as a higher power. Nothing against that sort of thing, but it just hadn't been her style. She lived her life the way she wanted to, and it worked out her way most of the time. Didn’t need any book to help her along with that, and if some god did exist, she’d give a damn when they showed up.

But, before she went sailing through the air, she did a quick prayer to whatever deity might’ve been out there and listening: ‘Please, please don’t let me fuck this up.’

There was a lot of room to do just that with this move, and the price could be more than simply looking like a dumb ass because her kick came up short. She could overextend and wind up crashing into the ropes. She could fall forward too fast and land on her head. Hell, she could just just off the ring the wrong way and take a nasty crash on the outside. Bad outcomes, all of them, many of which would result in an extended stay at the infirmary. Longer than the one she surely had coming. All possible, too, since she couldn't see out of one eye right now.

But, somehow, somehow, she made it.

That wasn’t to say it didn't suck for her, too. After the dropkick landed, she came down hard on her back, and it felt as if she’d just taken a powerbomb. She gritted her teeth, groaned, and seethed at the raging pain going through her body. She’d been a mess before, but that was the last straw.

And not a moment too soon, as she looked up and saw the referee raise Kuroi’s hand for a third time. The bitch was out. The first fall was hers. ”Fuck.” She let out a wheezing, gasping parody of a laugh. ”Got you.”

All Sheila wanted to do right now was to collapse, to just let her body go and flop to the floor, but she knew that there was one mountain left to climb. With Kuroi hanging there, the orgasm was hers to take, all she had to do was get up and go for it. She didn’t know if it was possible to have an orgasm when you were knocked out like that, but she was willing to find out the hard way.

She grabbed the ropes and dragged her way back up to her feet, for what she really wished would be the final time. ”Get up, get up…” Staggering forward, Sheila made her way over to her dangling foe and leaned on her stomach, using it for support. Her weak, fumbling hands came up, grabbed Kuroi’s bottoms, and pulled away the upside down demon to reveal the treasure underneath.

No taunting, no preamble, no catchphrases. Sheila closed her eyes, dipped in, and began licking away at Kuroi’s pussy, using her frantic tongue to work her up to a climax.

[PuroQueen]

Blissful euphoria consumed Kuroi - the kind of feeling that made you all warm and fuzzy on the inside, the same kind that had no place in the ring as far as she was concerned. And yet, Kuroi welcomed it with open arms as her mind muddled around in darkness. She could neither see nor hear, but she could feel the pleasure emanating from deep within her womanhood, dissipating throughout the rest of her body and soothing her pained and tired muscles. She didn't bother questioning it; she simply enjoyed it for what it was, a break from the pain and misery, finally allowing her mind to wallow in seemingly eternal ecstasy.

Until... sound emerged. Nothing coherent at first, just distant moans and muffles that seemed to grow louder by the second. No, cheers, lots of cheers, roars that quickly outdid anything her pounding headache could produce. Her eyes reemerged soon after, only to be greeted with a sea of red. It took a while for Kuroi to realize she had blood in her eyes, and even longer to wipe it away. Doing so did little to clear her confusion. Her world was still an upside-down blurry mess, the only decipherable figure being that of a woman's bare legs and chest bearing close, uncomfortably close, close enough to press against her body and-

And that sensation, that heat between her legs, the same one she had basked in while in darkness now burned with even greater intensity in the light. It felt warm, it felt welcome, it felt right. Kuroi gurgled and grinned, blinking her eyes hard a few times to clear the cobwebs and to witness firsthand who could possibly be the source of such elation, only to see...

Kuroi gasped, a loud raspy sound that would notify her opponent to her alertness. The roar of the arena was as distinct as ever, as was the uncomfortable tightness of the ropes around her legs. But that all paled in comparison to the sheer horror of the sights and sensations in front of her, the open breeze against her crotch, interrupted only by the wet sloshes of Sheila's tongue: Her mortal enemy was eating her out!

"No...NO. NOOO!" Kuroi sputtered, her senses suddenly revving back to life. Her body acted on its own accord, swiveling her lopsided torso forward until her head fit perfectly between Sheila's thighs. Her hands fumbled at her opponent's bottoms, sliding them down just enough to cup her chin against Sheila's crotch. Kuroi gasped and moaned as she tried to match her mouth with Sheila's lower lips, her aim sent askew by the dizzying effects of trying to combat her own orgasm!

But when she finally latched on to her target, you best believe Kuroi dove at it with all the wild fury of a woman gone mad. She had envisioned this moment ever since her hate for Sheila had first blossomed, the moment her tongue would drink from the girl's forbidden fountain. But now, Kuroi approached it with none of the same reverie. Her licks were rapid and desperate, barely able to savor the woman's taste amid the wild thrashing her tongue engaged in. Her mind and body were in no state to probe and pluck; she sought only to plunder as quickly as possible. Kuroi's hands gripped around Sheila's thighs for support, fingers digging into the crack of her ass as Kuroi thrust her tongue deeper and deeper, trying to make up in quantity with what little time she had left.

She had no idea if she was succeeding; her mind was far too muddled to calculate such things. But her body was sending her all the wrong warning signs. Kuroi's pussy was twitching, pulsating, begging for release. Sheila's tongue was invading her with unmatched ferocity, drivels of Kuroi's juices leaking down her upside thighs evidence of the girl's oral prowess. Kuroi could only let out a loud moan from within Sheila's womanhood, her tongue slowly losing its pace as her mind struggled to juggle the dueling demands of both resisting and attacking at the same time. The ref crouched nearby, eyes constantly glancing between the two women, careful this time to take note of who would be the first to give in to nature's forces.

[BlackAkuma]

No, when Sheila woke up this morning, she did not anticipate that she would end her day by sloppily eating out Kuroi while she hung upside down over a pool of blood. Life was strange, sometimes.

Nonetheless, she was here, and this what she was doing, lapping away at Kuroi’s pussy like it contained the secret to eternal youth. She’d imagined the match could end something like this, but the specific details had eluded her. More than anything, she’d expected her opponent to be awake for it, making the whole thing more satisfying, but no, she was going to sleep through the whole thing. Kind of an anticlimax, in a way, but she was willing to go along with it. As long as this match came to a close before she passed out.

Then she heard the gasp.

It took Sheila a moment to register what the noise was, and at first, she wasn’t concerned. People made all kinds of weird noises when they got knocked out, it didn’t mean that Kuroi was awake. Hell, even if she was, it didn’t mean she was coherent. After taking a hit like that, she probably didn’t know what planet she was on. This wasn’t a problem, just keep going, nothing to worry about-

And she was talking now. Moving. Squirming. Worst of all, she was working down Sheila’s bottom and exposing her pussy to the fresh air, and while the Wild One didn’t need to guess what her aim was, she was still shocked when that mouth went to work. Not simply because it was happening, but because it felt so fucking good.

Sheila moaned, arched her back, and almost lost herself in the moment before she reigned it all in and remembered what the prize was. She’d had a little while to cool off since her last stimulation, but she was still pretty far down the path, and Kuroi seemed determined to make up for lost time. Meanwhile, she had to hope that hammering her foe’s pussy hadn't made her wither, because this was a race to the finish line.

Unhinged and unrestrained, Sheila dove back in and went wild, burying her tongue between Kuroi’s folds. There wasn’t any thought to it, no planning, no technique, just a mad dash to stimulate this woman as much as possible, to push her over the edge before she herself fell off. Sheila was getting wet, so wet already, and she could feel the familiar tingle start to run through her, but that only spurred her on to work harder. She grabbed Kuroi’s ass, sunk her fingers deep, and pulled her in as she pushed further, practically smothering herself with her foe’s body.

All while the referee moved as close as he dared and gazed between them with an attentive eye, looking for all the warning signs, waiting for just the right moment…

[PuroQueen]

It was hard enough eating pussy when your body was still recovering from the midst of a brutal beatdown, but doing so inverted, with blood rushing to your head and your "partner" going down on you with just as much hunger? It was fair to say that Kuroi had the odds stacked against her in every way possible. Miraculously though, she was actually beginning to taste the fruits of her labor. Sheila's sweet juices were already dripping into Kuroi's mouth, a welcome appetizer from the salty tang that previously clogged her senses, but the much sweeter main course was the real treat, one that Kuroi could feel was tantalizingly within reach.

Just a few more licks, a few more slobs-

Kuroi suddenly felt an electric shock run through her frame as Sheila's body pounded into hers, working in tandem with her tongue to furiously push her closer to the edge. It was working. Her own body couldn't keep up. Pleasure was overcoming any semblance of willpower or instinct that Kuroi's barely intact mind could muster. The battered martial artist gagged and moaned, writhing in an unnatural mix of pain and pleasure as she felt herself reaching the peak of her climax. Her eyes rolled back, her toes curled, and her hips bucked uncontrollably.

For a moment, the pain from her injuries dissipated as she gave herself over to the demands screaming at her from her body. Her hands slipped from between her opponent's cheeks and onto the mat below, her knuckles scraping against the canvas with limp fingers. She felt like she was on fire, burning with a white-hot intensity that threatened to engulf her whole.

With a final, desperate cry, Kuroi let go. Her body convulsed against the corner padding as the orgasm ripped through her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She felt like she was falling, spiraling out of control as a geyser of juices shot up into the invading mouthpiece of her enemy. Kuroi let out a grueling wail, a cry that screamed just as much with despair as it did with pleasure.

The stark realization was what occupied the totality of Kuroi's awareness, her mind continuously drifting in and out of consciousness, barely able to comprehend the overload of senses around her: the ringing of the bell, the echo of the arena's roars, the waving arms and yelling of the referee. For a time, not even Sheila and her body - however it would respond to the red-head's still, feebly lapping tongue - would be enough to wake her from her haze. It was just Kuroi and defeat, wallowing together upside down in a pool of blood, sweat, and cum of their own mutual making.

[BlackAkuma]

As weird as it was, Kenji was glad that this was all coming to a head.

Granted, he didn’t want it to end like this. He would’ve preferred things end like a normal match, instead of the all out war that he’d just been forced to take part in. While he wasn’t the most seasoned referee on the roster, he’d been doing this for long enough to have a wide range of matchups, and he’d never come close to anything like this. The brutality, the barbarism, the utter insanity of both women was unreal, and he was just counting his lucky stars that he hadn't been caught in any of the crossfire. When this was over, he was going to make sure he steered well and clear of Kuroi. Which he’d been trying to do, really, since he’d heard of her, but now he was going to focus on the effort.

Now, with the match reaching its final stretch, Kenji was charged with the unenviable task of trying to figure out who was going to burst first. His keen eyes switched between both women, monitoring their reactions, sticking close, taking in every little detail. The tide was about to turn, any second now, and for a moment he thought that Sheila would be the one to give in first. He could see the sweat of her brow, the shivering, the tensing muscles, all of it pointing to the dramatic conclusion.

And she did come. Violently, wildly, loudly, popping with a high-pitched squeal. But she didn’t come first.

It was close - damn close - but as Kenji looked Kuroi’s way, she saw her body tense up first, and life drained from her quickly afterwards. With her pussy up high, there was no mistaking it as the juices flowed free, dripping down her leg and mingling with the blow below.

It was over. Finally.

Sheila collapsed, falling backwards as Kenji called for the bell, laying there in a lifeless heap. She was out of it, in no condition to even move, much less walk back up the ramp. Kuroi was just as bad, so he moved to the edge of the ring and motions for a couple of stretches and the medical team, ASAP. Even as he did, though, he swore he could hear a weak, crackling sound coming from nearby, the last thing he’d expected to hear after a slaughter like that.

Sheila was laughing.

[PuroQueen]

With how humiliated she felt right now, Kuroi would have been perfectly content to dangle in the corner for the rest of her miserable days. Instead, she found her legs untangling, but not on their own accord. The medical team was on-site, trying to evacuate her out of there and to the infirmary as soon as possible. But out of pure spite, Kuroi used what little energy she had left to fight them, bucking and squirming so that rather than landing into the gentle arms of the medical staff, her body dropped to the canvas with a harsh thud on the back of her neck.

More unnecessary pain. But Kuroi would endure it in pursuit of something greater. No bell, no referee, nobody was going to tell her when she could stop fighting. Nobody. The medical personnel tried once again to pick her up, but she snapped at them, growling as she rolled over onto her belly and pushed away their aiding hands.

Instead, Kuroi crawled along the canvas, using her elbows like spikes to dig into the mat and inch her way forward. She left a messy trail of bodily fluids in her wake, a testament to the supreme damage the two had inflicted on each other tonight. Kuroi could steadily feel her breath depleting, the mere act of keeping her eyes open being a monumental task. But the sight of her slumped over her opponent was all she needed for motivation. What exactly she would do once she got there was a mystery even to Kuroi, but rest assured, she would get there.

Her efforts were interrupted by a truly unholy sound. A feeble, croaking monstrosity to Kuroi's ears. Her rival was laughing, a gurgling, hoarse manifestation of the sound, but a laugh nonetheless. At first, the sound just infused Kuroi to crawl faster. She was at Sheila's legs now, using her hands to steadily climb over them until her upper half was at the base of her opponent's stomach. Sheila's belly reverberated with more laughter, a sensation that seeped into Kuroi's core. She squirmed upwards even more, her cum-coated face sliding against Sheila's chest until finally, after crawling what had felt like a grueling one hundred miles, Kuroi was face to face with her rival. The martial artist's lips were snarled, her eyes alive with fiery fury, only to give way to -

Laughter.

Kuroi couldn't help it. She joined in her opponent's amusement. Not out of some shared joy that her opponent had bested her. Not by a long shot. Kuroi cackled simply because she was broken, not knowing how to process the sheer magnitude of her failure any other way than with laughter. She pressed her forehead against Sheila's, the remnants of the woman's juices sticking their faces together. "This isn't over... is it?" Kuroi giggled, lips tantalizingly close to the blonde's. It was the only words her weak breath could muster, and before she could bear witness to her opponent's response, her whole body gave up. Her head lolled forward, falling lifelessly against Sheila's shoulder. Her chest continued to heave with pained breaths, her bare and unconscious body meshed perfectly atop her mortal foe's.

[BlackAkuma]

The broken husk of skin and bone that was once Sheila Morgan found herself looking at the lights through a haze of red, a soft smile on her face despite the multiple injuries she’d suffered. She had lost count of all the injuries she’d sustained, unable to even tell where the sources were anymore. It didn’t seem like there was a single part of her that hadn't taken damage of some kind, nowhere that hadn't sustained some kind of nick or bruises. Just one, big endless mass of suffering, head to toe, as bad as she had ever felt.

And there, in the midst of all that agony, there was the sweet bliss of an orgasm. This sweet thing, mixed in with all the chaos. While there were many, many things wrong with Kuroi, the Wild One couldn't deny that she was as skilled with her tongue as she was with every other part of her body, working her to an amazing climax despite being knocked out. The part of her that wanted to see what the woman could do in a setting where they weren’t trying to kill each other, what she would be like in the bedroom.

But then, if that did happen, it wouldn’t be them. The two of them in a bedroom, love music, satin sheet, scented candles - none of it fit with them. Without violence, there was no sex.

As the EMTs moved in, Sheila could feel a certain someone slithering up body, crawling over her, pressing skin against skin. She managed to crank her head up just enough to see Kuroi making her way up, getting higher and higher. She shivered first in anticipation, then delight at the sensation, tickling her nerves, leaving gasping until, until, until…

Face to face. She looked deep into her rival’s eyes and joined her in the laughter for a moment, the two of them laughing like madwomen. She was right - this wasn’t over. It couldn't be. Sheila might have won both of their matches, but the first one was a fluke, and while she had taken this one fairly, there was no denying that she’d muddied the waters with that first orgasm. They needed to do something to decide this, some way to even the scales. But, in her sex addled, battered mind, she couldn't figured out what that something was.

But she would.