Under the Boardwalk

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, there it was. There was the fire, there was the rage, there was the Echidna.

Sheila's crooked smile grew an inch or two as her opponent rose from the depths, looking appropriately pissed off. Just the way she liked it - both of them fought better when they were angry, and she could see the rage welling up in the Native American’s eyes, this beautiful fire that was threatening to burn out of control.

She could’ve just pounced and put Nerissa down again, could’ve rolled her eye over, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun as letting her getting up and boil a bit. The woman was ready to kill, just the way she liked her.

Sheila beckoned her on, and Nerissa obliged. The two rushed towards each other, and the Wild One drew back her fists, expecting a head-on clash, and that was exactly what she got - just not in the way she’d expected. Nerissa closed the distance with a quicker step than anticipated, brought her leg up and shot it out fast, hitting Sheila straight in the sternum. It knocked her off her feet and sent her down in the sand, crashing with a thick splat that sent mud flying. She stayed there for a moment, sucking in air, before she tried to push her way back up again.

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If Nerissa had been trying to focus on hentai up to that point, now it was as if there was a red veil in front of her eyes. She no longer wanted to just please Sheila, instead she wanted to beat the shit out of the brazen Australian woman and only then, if she still had the strength left, fuck her. And it seems she managed to convey this thought well the second her sole crashed into the center of Sheila's stomach.

The force of this kick was enough to knock the blonde onto her back, which caused a manic smile to form on Nerissa's face. It probably also caused Sheila some breathing problems, but her fighting spirit wasn't broken, because the very next moment she tried to get to her feet. However, Nerissa wasn't so kind as to just stand by and watch it.

As soon as Sheila got up on one knee, Nerissa intended to step forward and grab her hair hard. She usually avoided this even during hardcore matches, so Sheila could once again rate how much fire she had managed to ignite in the soul of the Native American woman.

Pulling her opponent's hair with force, Nerissa was going to take two steps to the side so that their feet were back in the water. After that, she was going to wrap her left arm around Sheila's neck, thereby closing her in a classic front facelock hold, and with her right hand she intended to reach out to the blonde's left thigh to grab it.

“Payback time, wild bitch!” She would have hissed with pleasure.

Nerissa intended to straighten up to her full height, while straining her arms to lift Sheila into the air, and then abruptly lean back to send the body of the Australian woman straight into the shallow water with the help of a fisherman suplex!

[BlackAkuma]

This. This was what Sheila had been craving. It was nice that she and Nerissa could have something of a romantic moment, that was sweet and she wound up liking it far more than she ever expected to, but that was never going to be their natural state. Women like them weren’t made for romantic strolls on the beach or moonlit dinners. They were fighters, they were animals, they were destroyers, and Sheila saw that fire burning hot in her girlfoe’s eyes as she approached. Perfect, fucking perfect.

She was laughing under her breath, a harsh and hoarse noise mixed in with the coughs, but that mirth didn’t last too long, as Nerissa was quick to bring the hammer crashing down on her, reaching out and snagging her hair. Annoying, but there hadn't been a single fight in Sheila’s entire career in which someone hadn't yanked her locks. She was used to it, by now.

Fair enough. She’d be yanking that braid before the sun came up.

She was pulled in tight against Nerissa’s body in the next moment, her face forced against the woman’s side in a tight facelock. She put up a struggle, and tried to wriggle free, but she wasn’t going anywhere and they both knew it - not of her own accord, anyway.

She clenched her teeth and tensed up as she was lifted, brought up and over and came down for a sizzling splash in the waves, hitting deafening crash. The water did little to cushion the fall and might have even made it worse in some way, giving her a sting on the skin before she hit the hard floor underneath. A hard crash, with her body hitting unyielding sand and no small amount of stones underneath, more than enough damage to keep her down as the surf surged over her aching body.

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Nerissa had to fall back on the sand and water, there was nothing pleasant about it, but there was a big smile on her lips. At that moment, any discomfort didn't matter to her at all because Sheila's body ended up in shallow water with a loud splash. Getting to her feet, Nerissa looked at the result of her suplex with undisguised pleasure.

“The sight of your body at my feet turns me on like hell...” she hissed in a lustful manner, standing over Sheila's head, giving the blonde a gorgeous view of the Native American woman's pussy. “Although I know what can make it even better...”

Lifting her left foot out of the water, she placed it directly on the Australian woman's face, pressing her toes to Sheila's lips. Nerissa intended to fully repay her, and therefore she wanted to lower Sheila's head under the water so that she could feel in all her glory what Nerissa felt at the moment when the blonde did the same thing.

“You're lucky that I like you...” Nerissa said softly, although it was hardly that Sheila could hear her at that moment.

After just a few seconds, she removed her foot from Sheila's face, but instead grabbed her arm in the wrist and elbow area. After taking two steps back, the Native American woman was about to pull the blonde ashore, and then abruptly pull her up to force her to her feet.

Standing behind Sheila, she was going to throw her left leg over the blonde's left leg, and then dive under her right arm so that this arm ended up behind the back of the Native American woman. If Sheila couldn't resist her, then Nerissa would only have to straighten up and put her left hand on her opponent's left shoulder, thereby closing her in an abdominal stretch hold.

“Feel free to scream for me, honey!” She would have hissed, after which she tensed the fingers of her free hand and pressed them to the blonde's bare stomach, increasing the pain.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, that sucked. That sucked a lot. Sheila gasped and choked and coughed as the water surged around her, with more than a little bit of it making its way into her mouth and through her nose, all of which burned on the way down. She had salt water in places that salt water was never meant to be, and she knew she’d be dealing with that for days to come, maybe even a couple of weeks.

Nerissa was saying something - Sheila couldn't quite make it out, but it did sound hot as fuck, and it made her want to get out of the muck that much more. She began to sit up, only to find a foot waiting for her to press her back down, forcing her underneath the waters once more. Sheila had barely breathed in that moment, and now her body began to dance beneath the Native American’s heel, jerking and spasming as she kept her pressed down.

It didn’t last long, but a few seconds in that watery hell was enough for anyone. When Nerissa finally pulled her out, Sheila was too busy coughing and choking to provide any real resistance, easy prey as her serpentine lover lifted up and slithered around her.

A submission hold, and one of the weird ones that you could do while standing. An Octopus Hold or an Abdominal Stretch? She always got the two confused, though she supposed it didn’t matter. It fucking hurt, that was the most important thing, and all she could for the moment was groan and grit her teeth.

But she didn’t scream. Not yet. Not even as Nerissa’s boney fingers shot into her stomach. ”Gortta work a lot harder if you want a scream…”