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

[Crossedes]

Better. Despite caring little for any degree of submitting to anyone - even this sweet bitch - if she had to ride out the woman's crotch assault, she wanted to get something out of it... or get on her way towards making this sorry thruster bust her lady-nuts. Besides, what the fuck was Sheila getting out of that pounding? Yuna's nose fell well short of dildo size, and she wasn't about to stick her tongue out to get pounded and bloody. As the smaller Aussie slowed the pace down, Yuna got herself involved in the exchange - with surprisingly adept subtlety.

While Sheila dragged her crotch over the raven beauty's face, Yuna nestled her face in tighter, let her painted lips brush over everything she could touch. She could have done without the occasional grain of sand, but it didn't fucking matter in the end. And for all her disinterest in plopping on a face - or having her face plopped on - she knew the value of a pair of lustful eyes in this situation. Every time her face popped free of Sheila's gyrations, she let her green eyes slide up and gaze into the woman's face, filled with equal parts desire and irritation. She had this girl figured out. She wanted a tense, aggressive lover. Yuna could make for one, and she finally let loose with her own moan as her body grew hot to match Sheila's. She even got her hands involved, letting them slide over the outsides of Sheila's pretty thighs.

The smack of Sheila's hips against her face caused her to lean back, scowl, slap the bitch across the abs - but Sheila was giving her an opening. Blood knight or not, Yuna wouldn't let the opportunity pass her by. She could take a little face abuse to have a leg up. "Be careful what you wish for," she declared, just before she planted a kiss above the meager strip of material covering Sheila's crotch, then let her tongue freely trace the edges of that same material, dive between the thighs, run nearly up to the woman's bellybutton.

At the same time, she sidled up a little straighter against the side of the turnbuckle, slipped her arms beneath Sheila's thighs, and waited for the woman to let her guard down - when it would be most satisfying. She owned the bitch something.

[BlackAkuma]

From a strategic point of view, this was stupid. Sheila could be a little dense, but even she realized that.

You didn’t have to be a hentai specialist to know that you generally wanted to avoid putting your crotch near your opponent’s mouth in a hentai match. It was probably inevitable for both of them to get off for this match, Sheila was way to horny to avoid it, and she’d bet Yuna could say much the same, the freaky bitch that she was. But that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for her fellow Aussie, either, and giving her an all-access pass to her pussy counted.

She realized it, knew it, but…fuck it. She wanted her crotch in Yuna’s face, so she put it there. Even if this did lead to her getting an orgasm, so what? It was bound to happen, anyway. Might as well happen on her terms. And it wasn’t like she was losing sight of the goal, either - far from it.

”Yeah, bonzer girl.” She hissed through her teeth as Yuna went to work on her stomach, using that mouth for something besides talking shit for once. She pressed in harder and hooked her legs over the ropes, getting comfortable as she slid her ass along the woman’s face, smothering her for a second before she eased back down, ensuring her opponent got a full taste.

But it wasn’t all about taking pleasure - Sheila wanted to give some, too. Sheila kept one hand white-knuckled on the ropes, but let the other slip around behind her, finding her way between Yuna’s legs and bringing a few fingers into her bottom. ”There we are.” She slid a curious finger over the Bloodied Bitch’s clit, trying to stoke a reaction. ”Waited three weeks to fuck this face. Fucking dreamed about it.”

It wasn’t a lie. Good dreams, too.

[Crossedes]

Made it so much easier for Yuna to taste her way through Sheila's crotch given she tasted so nice. No, she didn't taste any differently than most anyone else. There might have been more hints of something akin to alcohol - that might have just been the bigger bitch's imagination - but she tasted better because Yuna didn't find her dull, disinteresting, unworthy of her attention. Sure, the bloodied one had an ulterior motive, but she could have admitted to a good time... short of grunting and slapping the smaller bitch on the thigh when she got wild enough to bury Yuna's face against her ass. "Watch it!" she warned.

That warning would prove empty indeed. Yuna grasped at her thighs a little tighter, started to pump her own legs- but went rigid and moaned when Sheila started poking around her undercarriage. Yuna had a surplus of sexual composure, on the receiving end, anyway, but the view and the taste of the smaller Aussie had her too wild to pretend that the way her fingers worked from behind the small strip of cloth covering her crotch and ass did the trick for her. Her head dropped and she groaned a few times, somewhere between arousal and frustration, before she got herself well enough together to follow through.

She wildly lapped her tongue across Sheila's crotch and all the way to her bellybutton one last time for good measure, making eye contact all the while. "You fuckin' forgot... I owe you one." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms from beneath Sheila's thighs around to the small of her back, getting enough of a grip on her to violently stand up against the turnbuckle, suddenly enough to rip Sheila's grip off of the ropes. Once the woman's crotch eclipsed her face, leaving the smaller woman held in the powerbomb position, Yuna took off in a few gathering steps before leaping and driving Sheila's back toward the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

As Sheila ground away on Yuna’s face, a small, silly part of her worried that this all might’ve been a bit much. After all, if the two of them wanted to fuck, they could’ve just fucked. If they wanted to fight, they could’ve just fought. They were both clearly into each other, enjoyed their touch, and didn’t need to make a fancy thing about it…

…except she kind of did. She’d have been in this position either way, but having it in the middle of the ring, with the crowd egging her on, while she gripped the rocks and howled like a demon? All those little things made it better than anything they could’ve got up to in the bedroom. This control, this domination. It was hentai wrestling in a nutshell, and she couldn't think of any better way or person to do it with.

”Yeah, that’s it.” She let out a long hiss as Yuna’s tongue blazed a trail down her stomach. ”You’re damn right you owe me ah, fuck!”

That last bit came out as Sheila was given a painful understanding of just what Yuna was driving at, as the woman lifted her into a familiar position. She fumbled, flailed, but she knew it would all be in vain - she couldn't be stopped when she pulled this on the Bloodied One, and the reverse was damn sure true. ”Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-”

Sheila wailing came to an end when Yuna drove her into the ring like a goddamn rail spike; hitting the canvas was a resonating crash, so hard that she even got some airtime on the bounce. She flopped away and wound up on her chest, gawking and blinking from the incredible pain.

[Crossedes]

Hearing Sheila's surprise proved almost as entertaining as licking a hole through her - almost. Having, in her biased opinion, more than returned the favor for having taken up a perch on Sheila's face during the last match, the bloodied one used the smaller Aussie's lustful assumption that Yuna owed her more sensual attention as a needle, and she burst the woman's bubble in the most entertaining way. She didn't even have any answer, looking utterly lost as she flailed around, knowing what was coming. If Yuna didn't have a faceful of muff and abdominal muscles, she might have tried taunting her as she hit the last step and bombed her.

Sheila hit so hard it made Yuna's own teeth chatter and her spine rock, but no one who witnessed it would need a report of who had taken the worst of the landing. Yuna grunted, but she enjoyed the sight as Sheila had the sound ripped right out of her, bounced, propelled, ended up a good few feet away with that pretty ass facing back toward the bigger Aussie. The kind of landing that led a surgeon later in life to find a girl's pelvis up somewhere in her neck. Yuna grinned a sadistic grin. "Remember telling you... be careful what you wish for," she taunted, pushing herself onto her knees.

She gave Sheila a deliciously meaty-sounding smack on the ass before she started climbing over her back, having just in mind what she needed to follow through on earlier promises. If she couldn't pull the slingshot off of Sheila, she would borderline pull Sheila out of the slingshot. "Want you panting like a lustful schoolgirl, bitch." Once she had plopped her ass onto the small of Sheila's back - hard - she reached forward to secure both of the smaller woman's arms over her thighs. Step one...

And step two? She reached forward, trying to lace her hands together around Sheila's chin, and even her mouth and nose to create a seal, as she sought to pull her into a back-ravaging camel clutch. "Let me see how you bend!"

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah. Yeah, Sheila should’ve seen that shit coming. She’d watched that part of the match - the part where she tapped into her inner She-Hulk and drove Yuna through the floor - once every day since the match. Probably one of her her favorite ‘Oh shit’ in her entire career, and it was up against stiff competition, even if you only counted her LAW time. Givem how this was all built on them one-upping each other, it was only a matter of time before she got the reciet, and well, here it was.

At least she didn't get power bombed onto a hardwood floor. Small blessings, take them where you got them.

”Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it fuck!”” Her striking squawk paired well with the harsh sound of her spanked ass, both of them ringing out across the waters. She looked over, wanting to see if it left a handprint on her cheeks, but Yuna took that view away when she settled down on her back for a nice sit.

”If you don’t get your lumpy arse off of me…” She threw out a quick, toothless threat as she scrabbled forward, knowing what was coming next from painful experiences. Sure enough, strong hands gripped her around the chin, covering her mouth, pulling her up, stretching her further and further back into…

…yup. Boston Crab. Fucking called it. Sheila squealed into Yuna’s mitts, shaking about as her flexibility was tested.

[Crossedes]

"Lumpy!?" Yuna dragged her ass along Sheila's back, giving her a good grind with her toned glutes. "Fuck that! Best time you've had in years was pecking on this bum like it's your high school sweetheart, bitch." And for that, the Aussie planned to ensure she had to do so again before this second encounter ended. But that sexy business could wait. She had her fun grabbing at Sheila, pulling at her, watching all the dimples forming in her back as it strained from her bending the woman to her whims in the clutch.

Oooh, and hearing those noises as they poured against her clasped hands. Yuna groaned in satisfaction and wriggled her fingers over Sheila's lips. She didn't get to enjoy as great of a show as the crowd, who ogled the bent Australian's figure, but damn if she didn't enjoy it from behind enough to lightly rock her hips against Sheila's back. Bending people? One of her favorites. She didn't even mind being on the receiving end sometimes, but she tried her best to make sure Sheila couldn't find that same enjoyment.

"That's right," she said, as she chewed on her lower lip and tilted Sheila back far enough that she could lean over so they were face to face, noses brushing. "Let me hear ya, like some back alley whore." She planted a lipstick-smearing kiss between the woman's eyes. While pain was her intent, she hadn't forgotten the other half of the match's requirements, and after leaning back, wrenching Sheila one last time, she shifted her grip. The hands that covered the woman's chin and mouth jolted down, taking her top by the straps just above her tits and pulling back on her that way.

"I'm gettin' this fuckin' dental floss off your body one way or another!"

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, no, Yuna’s cheeks were actually pretty damn fuckable. Big, but not too big. Nice and meaty and thick. Good for spanking, felt good on the fingers, just soft enough to sink your fingers in and feel the muscle underneath. Being real, Sheila wouldn’t have complained too much about getting her facesat by the woman again. Maybe not even in a match, could be a recreational thing. A nice bed, dim lighting, maybe some candles, and that arse on her face for hours. Could think of worse ways to spend the time.

No way was she going to let Yuna know all that, though. Fuck that hard.

She wasn’t in a position to deny it much at the moment, though, as Yuna bent her further and further back into an L shaped, taking her spine to angles it had never dreamed at before. She wasn’t that flexible of a woman at the best of times, never that much into anything that would’ve required her to be, so she was reaching her limits and beyond by the time that she was twisted far enough back to see her opponent’s smiling face.

”Oh, fuck you.” Sheila spat through her groans, as Yuna planted a kiss on her forehead. Hi-fucking-larious. ”Fuck you sideways.”

As bad as it was, Sheila learned that it could get way worse as the Bloodied Bitch made good on the promises she’d made from the start and switched handholds to her bikini. It wasn’t made of the strongest stuff, and with all the weight on it, it could only go so long. It dug deep into her breasts, stretched her further and further back, ripped a little, then a little more, until…

Snap. Snap. The straps gave way, and Sheila flopped forward, hitting her face on the canvas. Because of course she did.

[Crossedes]

"Stop giving me ideas," Yuna chided. She could think of a few ways to fuck Sheila sideways. Tie her up in the ropes near a turnbuckle, leave her feet dangling in the air, and dive down in there for some action one way or another. Though her matches sometimes ended up with fucking, the Australian didn't have a clue how actual hentai rules applied. Could a girl get slapped with a count for a rope break if it wasn't a submission? She might end up finding out by the time the match ended, but for the time being, she would let her imagination run wild. Helped to have such a hottie in her clutches... stirred her creativity.

And what she would have given for that view in front of Sheila. She would watch this part of the match back later, in detail. Hell, at this point, she'd invite Sheila to watch it with her. Lots of zooming in, and doubly so she could see herself with the hold on the woman's bikini, the way its way across her breasts, dimpling them, squashing them, creating a show. And she might have another good laugh watching the slingshot snap, sending Sheila careening back to the mat, spared from the torture but altogether wiped out. As the straps went limp on either side of the saucy Aussie's sprawled form, Yuna took them both and yanked a few times before mockingly wrapping them around the back of Sheila's shoulders. "Few more seconds than I promised, but who the fuck's counting?"

Time to show off her bounty. Yuna clambered until she rose to her feet behind Sheila, then tried to grab the woman by the arms, none too gently, to start pulling her to her feet and hooking her arms underneath Sheila's. "Gonna hang you up like an erotic portrait," she promised, before trying to lock in the full nelson and lift Sheila off the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Sheila figured that her outfit wouldn't be too long for this world when she went up against Yuna. She'd tried to warn her mates against spending too much, but they couldn't just let her come out nude. ‘Wouldn't be right’ they said. ‘Not hygienic’, they said. ‘You’ll get arrested if you wander around naked before the match’ they said. So much yabber, and now all their hard work was ripped to shreds. Kind of sucked. For them.

Sheila, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. You might not be able to tell from the way she squirmed and screamed and squealed like a stuck pig, but yeah, that was the right of it.

She found herself on the floor now, seething from the pain in her spine, as she tried and mostly failed to regain some feeling. It was safe to say that Yuna wasn’t exactly a technician, but you didn’t need to have some in-depth grappling knowledge to bend someone like that - there was a reason you couldn't go more than two matches without someone busting out a Boston Crab or a Camel Clutch. It was the stupid person’s submission move: easy, simple, but fucking effective, and Sheila showed the results.

”Dumb arse probably couldn't count that high, anyway.” She chuckled and started pushing herself up, a process that would’ve taken a solid minute. Thankfully, Yuna was around to ‘help’ - if you could call hoisting her up in a full nelson ‘helping’. Damn sure didn’t feel that way. Felt like her arms were going to come out of their fucking sockets.

Sheila went into a fighting fit, thrashing about as best as she could in the hold, but it was pretty clear she wouldn’t muscle her way out - not with arms like these holding her tight. Then again, that didn’t mean she was out of options. Oh, no.

The Wild One craned her neck down as best as she could, got a good view of Yuna’s feet, then brought her heel up and tried to slam it hard on her instep, looking to mash her on the toes. At the same time, she jerked her head back, hoping to smack Yuna on the nose with the back of her skull. Not quite a headbutt, but close enough for her tastes.