Bodies in the Sand: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

Good fucking sign. Sheila wouldn't have admitted how badly she wanted Yuna if she had a clearer head, the Aussie imagined. Or maybe she would - who the fuck knew? This amounted to new territory for Yuna, who had surely fucked her way through a few competitors in her time but had never actually thought more than any of them than a person would think of some faceless figure at an orgy. Sheila had, of all things, gotten Yuna to think something of her, and even more impressive, she had earned the big bitch's respect.

Yuna, fortunately, had always kept her head decently well in heat. Better than most women, anyway. Sheila looking too fucking hot to live didn't make that easier, but she wasn't about to go admitting to wanting anyone too quickly. The fact that she mostly shut up, however, was probably a pretty good indication that all that chemistry in her head had gotten all twisted and turned by all the arousal working its way through her core. She resorted to quiet grunts and groans that sounded more pleasurable than filled with aggression and effort as she squashed and ground out Sheila beneath her. Lots of warm skin. Lots of warm insides, too. Fuck's sake.

"Who fucking doesn't," she finally said, as she tried to put her plan in motion. She let one of Sheila's wrists go, moved her humping thigh aside so it draped over the top of Sheila's leg, curve against curve, and slipped her hand down over the woman's abs until it found the wetness in the wetness surrounding them. She made sure she didn't start easy, shoving in her pointer and middle finger, and though it was an awkward angle, she did her best to get the rubbing going. "How's this for trying?", she asked, the crowd drowning out and Sheila's face capturing all her focus.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had almost completely forgotten that she was in a crowd. Not that she cared that much, really - even in her short LAW career, she’d already orgasmed in front of a crowd…once? Twice? Couldn't remember off the top of her head, but enough that any lingering concerns about public decency were long since thrown out the window.

Not that it would’ve made much of a difference, now. The crowd evaporated, fading into the distance along with the rush of the waves. There was the sun above her, with Yuna’s face eclipsing it. That was it. That was her world, and she didn’t want to leave it.

Love can make you do stupid things, but it doesn’t hold a candle to lust. As hers burned out of control, she found herself melting into Yuna, letting her inhibitions go, resigning herself to just enjoying this. But that meant getting Yuna to enjoy this, too. She was never the type to go along with a one-sided fuck. If she could move, she was giving back.

She had a growling laugh at Yuna’s words, though she wasn’t able to get much of that out before the woman went into action, slipping her hand between her legs and going to work. It was impossible to tell with all the saltwater, but she was leaking down there, her juices mixing with the sandy slush. She was on the verge, but she wasn’t going alone.

With her hand free, she went between Yuna’s legs as well, fumbling with the bikini bottom for a moment, before she dug in with her claws and tore it aside. Her fingers slipped between the woman’s cheek, came around the curves, and found their target - a moist, waiting pussy, a mine begging to be delved into. She approached it like she approached just about everything in life - no subtly, no pause, diving in knuckle-deep and going to work with maddening strokes.

”You and this goddamn lipstick.” She jerked up and rammed their lips together, a kiss that was equal parts passion and violence. ”You use up the whole stick?”

[Crossedes]

Why did she have to be so fucking stubborn? Yeah, Yuna had gotten this far with her because she liked that stubbornness, but after all this, with her body sore and her crotch aching with need, she wanted the woman to give in and let go. Partially because it would release all her pent-up frustrations just as easily as it would release Sheila's, yeah, but also because it would be hot as fuck to end this on top and with a totally naked Sheila giving into her. With that motivation, she sucked in steadying breaths, worked her fingers harder. She even rocked, trying to spurn Sheila onward with more contact between their bellies and chests. "Just... fucking... give it... up..."

But no. Sheila had to reach down and get her own hand into Yuna's bottoms. The Aussie made a jumble of roughly four different curses in anticipation and tried to pull her hips away before she jolted and rasped out her pleasure once Sheila found her entry. Okay, fuck. Okay. Okay. Her mind didn't get much further than okay because, frankly, she didn't have much resistance left in her. Yuna loved dominating, loved control - and when she didn't have it, the situation hit her that much harder. And she didn't fucking have another hand or any other way to counter without giving up her advantage. She just had to ride it out... and her tensing abs, heaving chest, and sagging jaw could testify, she didn't have much left to ride.

And the bitch was trying to kiss her. Yuna scowled but jabbed back into the woman's mouth just as roughly, almost shoving Sheila's head down under the water. "Least I didn't wear damn dental floss to a match," she countered, but her voice further lacked in spite. She didn't have to wonder why. It rushed up on her, faster than she had anticipated. Her eyes almost widened, but she slammed them shut instead, pursed her lips, more aggressively worked her fingers against Sheila and abandoned her grip on the woman's wrist to take another handful of her breast again. She could not lose to this shit.

But she also couldn't force herself to pull away, and in seconds, she wailed in her throat and every muscle in her body went brilliantly tense as the first wave hit.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was going to cum.

There was just no way around it at this point. The match had already pushed her to the limit in multiple ways, going on longer than any of her previous bouts - at least, that was what it felt like. She’d never been this horny this long, never gone for such a length while she fought her desires. Kinky as she could be, she wasn’t exactly a hentai wrestler, wasn’t used to reigning herself in. That required self-control, a trait she didn’t have much experience with.

And Yuna was just so unbelievably hot. Not just her 10 out of 10 body, but the way she carried herself, that rough style, so aggressive, so wild. This was less sex and more like something out of National Geographic, the kind of insane mating dance that makes you send the kids out of the room. There was that hand, controlling her like she had an instruction manual. There were those lips, glistening with lipstick and sweat, sticking to her own and smearing with every kiss. There were those breasts, pressing against her own, enveloping them.

It was like gravity, this unavoidable force moving through her body, making her succumb even as continued to thrust upwards and her finger went into a frenzy, losing all semblance of pacing and timing. Her guttural growls dissolved into muttered moans, with only a few discernable words making the cut. ”Yuna-” She heaved through the kisses, spitting out water as she spoke. ”Yuna, I’m-”

It happened all at once, a powerful orgasm that lit her skin on fire, electrifying her all over. Her body shook and rocked like ti was going through a seizure, with every muscle seizing up for one powerful moment, before she deflated, melting underneath Yuna’s buxom body.

She didn't know if she’d lost. Frankly, didn’t give a shit.

[Crossedes]

What. The. Fuck.

Yuna couldn't remember the last time she had peaked and it had left her this floored, this tense, this unable to regain any control of her body. She barely even heard anything Sheila said or the screams of the crowd between the intensity of the moment and the sinking feeling behind all the pleasure that told her she probably fucking lost the match. The seconds ticked on with her head back, mouth open, and hand digging into Sheila's breast, and Yuna couldn't quite stop herself from pouring out a handful of moans that sounded entirely un-Yuna-like - more like a woman who had let the scabbiness drop and was busy enjoying herself. Enjoying a second of vulnerability.

She fell straight off of Sheila once it ended, splashing into the water beside her. What was the fucking point of trying to stay on top of her now? Either she had lost or she had gotten lucky and forced something out of the wild one within a millisecond of losing. Either way, the match had ended, and Yuna let the water cool her heated body off as the thunder coursing through her died down, bringing back the noise of the crowd, the lapping of the waves, the calling of seagulls. "Fuckin' shit," she finally spat, sounding like she had about two breaths left to give before she keeled over. Screw this stupid little bitch for knowing how to get her to this point. She blamed the fucking floss.

She bothered to open her eyes a couple of seconds later. Sheila still lay there, just about as wiped out as Yuna herself. Yuna swung an aimless, fangless backhand into her chest. "Fuck you." The ref stood above, still behind the ropes, with some little pencil-necked geek beside her. Yuna squinted to see if she could determine who the ref had called the winner, but... she couldn't fucking tell. The woman just stood there talking, gesturing. Looked like she had gone out on a dinner date-

Wait. Fucking wait.

"Who the fuck won!?" Yuna demanded to know, summoning the energy to sit up in the water. "Don't tell me you don't fucking know again."

Judging by the uncertain look on their faces, they absolutely didn't fucking know again.

[BlackAkuma]

What. The. Fuck.

Sheila was slow coming out of the post-coital high like she was coming out a fog, as all her senses started working at once. The first thing that came through was the crowd, dozens of voices blend into cacophonous chaos. Some chanting for Sheila, some clapping back with Yuna’s name, others just yelling for them to fuck more. That last group was going to be disappointed - as much as Sheila’s mind was willing for another go, the body was far less willing, totally spent by what had to be one of the best orgasms she’d had since she came to Japan. The competition was stiff, too, but Yuna was just the right blend of everything she liked to make her stand out. Plus, hearing moans like that from a familiar accent brought back all the right memories.

Sheila was so flustered that she’d straight up forgotten that this was a match, but that little slap on her chest helped bring her back to reality. She’d popped, so that meant she lost, right? Only there was no bell. Did somebody forget to hit it? And why was the official looking at them like she didn’t know what was going on? And why was Yuna looking so damned pissed? And why were shouting matches breaking out in the crowd? And why…

…oh. Oh.

It took a moment for it all to sink in, but when it did, Sheila closed her eyes, flopped back, and let loose with biggest, loudest laugh, one that was only interrupted by the occasional cough. Another draw. Two draws in a row. That had to be a first, but it made sense - with the water, noise, and fierceness of it all, Sheila couldn't tell if she’d come first or gotten Yuna over the edge before it was too late. There was no way they’d blown their tops at the exact same time, sure, but there was no way to be sure without…whatever machine they would hook up to you if they wanted to detect orgasms. No clue what that would be called.

”Oh, man,” She smacked her forehead and sighed, letting the laughter peter off. ”This is the craziest shite ever. Fucking love it.”

[Crossedes]

Of course fucking Sheila thought it was hilarious. Yuna looked over at the madly-laughing Aussie with almost more menace than she had for the moronic officials who were no doubt about to call for another moronic draw in one of these moronic matches between two morons. Two morons who apparently couldn't get one over on each other. Yuna was about half tempted to dive over on top of Sheila and make her go again, but that wasn't good sense talking considering her body would have made it about two seconds in before she collapsed. Hell, she even had trouble hanging onto her vitriol. It took a lot to avoid falling back over into the water.

"A course a loon like you loves it!", she finally roared out, giving Sheila one more slap on the abs for good measure, as was becoming tradition. "This isn't fucking over, missie." If she had the energy, she would have turned around and stuck a finger in the wild one's face for emphasis. Instead, she just settled for sounding pissed off to all hell. The big bitch didn't even fucking know if she wanted to beat sense into Sheila in a third round or take her home for an entirely different third or just impale her on the nearest sharp object. Maybe a bit of all three.

And sure enough, they meandered into announcing a draw a few seconds later. Yuna clapped her hands into the water hard enough to spray a handful of those watching on the first row, who didn't sound any too pleased, either. As right they fucking shouldn't. Yuna could take one draw with someone she thought had a right to be considered something close to her equal in a fight. Two was shit unheard of. She would be watching this back later - not because of the fucking, no - to see if they had their bullshit right.

But that was later. "You addict," she declared, having recovered enough that she felt like turning and looking Sheila in the face. "There is not going to be a fucking draw if we do this again. One of us'll have to die first."

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila could almost, almost, get where Yuna was coming from. A part of her wanted to win if only to get one up on Yuna and lord victory over her, really rub it - and other things - in her face. She wasn’t a prideful woman, never had been, but she was starting to get addicted to being on top of a woman like this, of getting one up over her despite the size difference. It reminded her a little of her time with Elinor, the thrill she got from locking horns with someone who could ragdoll her around the ring. Only Yuna came with the benefit of not being a self-absorbed, stuck-up, rich-bitch with an axe to grind.

But for the life of her, she just couldn't be mad about it. She’d had a good fight and a good orgasm. She was naked, on the beach, with a gorgeous woman on top of her. What more could you want out of life?

Eh. Maybe she was a loon.

She was still chuckling up until the moment Yuna slapped her abs. She sighed and eased into the moment, relaxing in the water as the crowd began to disperse. She was probably going to stay in this spot for a bit, lick her wounds, and then look into finding something to wear back into the city. Yuna’s final protest almost started her up again, but she managed to control the guffaws for now.

”Hell yeah, I’m an addict. You’re a good fuck, I’d ride you all day long if you let me.” No harm in giving a complement, especially when it was damned obvious. ”You gotta learn to not take this shite so serious, but fine, I’ll go as many times as you like.”

Sheila crossed her fingers behind her head, stretched out, and let her bare toes run along Yuna’s side as she pondered, a little tease while she mulled the possibilities. Yuna was hung up on a winner next time, so they would have to go with something that couldn't end any other way. No ambiguity, no questions, the sort of match that only an act of god could stop. ”Some kind of Iron Match, maybe? Anything goes, orgasm, knockout, pins, you name it. Whoever gets the most wins, and we keep going if there’s a tie when the bell rings. Sudden death type deal. Sound good, Wondertits?”