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

[Crossedes]

Christ's sake. Little bitch's legs were like the jaws of life, and she had stuffed Yuna in just that perfect place where she couldn't find an inch of relief. Taking a breath earned her nothing but the scent of salty sweat and tangy pussy - no oxygen. Pulling just seemed to leave her sunken deeper into the woman's thighs and glutes. And she couldn't just lie there - it wasn't in her nature, anyway, and the bitch could squeeze like no one her size had any business squeezing. But... Yuna had something on her side. She tried to move her mouth, complain, rage, swing into her asscheeks with her fist, and at the same time, kept pleasuring her. She didn't want to get knocked out - and with Sheila's leggy grip, it was a possibility - but she knew Sheila didn't want to cum, either.

And bingo. Yuna exploded into an exhale as Sheila let her go and flopped back onto the canvas. Her hands came up to her burning-warm face. "Fuuu-huuuck! Is that the fuckin' appreciation I-" Glancing up revealed to her that Sheila was gone. Disappearing, diving under the ropes. Running? Yuna was almost pissed she had let go. Little as she liked being on the receiving end of anything that made her look weak, she could have eaten her way right through to the woman's soul without stopping if she could have survived the hold that long. And hell, she might as well admit it to herself - those were to fucking hot legs to be stuck between.

"Where the hell you going!?" she demanded, starting to rise before realizing the squeezing had brought that headache from earlier back. She paused, snatched her neck around hard enough to make it crack, then pushed to her feet. Again she stomped her way over until she could see the weirdo on the ground, in the water, eating a fucking meat pi- no. Oh, no, Yuna knew what she was doing.

"Fuck no! Get that pretty ass back where I can torture it," she demanded, grabbing the middle rope as the means to swing down feet-first and try to land on Sheila's shoulders.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila landed with a heavy splash, far great than you would’ve expected from her size, and the calm waters instantly did their work. As much as she hated ruining a buzz like that, she knew the necessity of it. There was no way she could let Yuna finish that work and lord the win over her. It might have just been bragging rights, but that went a long with two women like them. She wanted this win, wanted to hold it over the bigger Aussie until the end of days, and if that meant going without relief for a while? Yeah, that she could deal with.

Besides, she could always ask Yuna to finish what she’d started once they were through and she’d secured the victory. She got the distinct impression that the woman wouldn’t say no.

Sheila layed flat on the mats, dunking her head in the water, then brought it up for air with a loud gasp. She had salt water going down her throat, far from the best sensation, and it ruined the taste of Yuna on her tongue that she was kind of enjoying, but it was a worthy sacrifice. Her fire wasn’t doused yet, but it had taken a good soaking, enough to erase a good deal of her opponent’s progress. Now, she just had to get up, find the bitch, and-

”What’re you-”

Sheila looked over her shoulder just in time to see Yuna falling from above, but not soon enough to do anything about it. Yuna came crashing down on her shoulder and hammered her into the waters that weren’t done rippling from her own splash, drilling her into the earth and pinning her under her weight. Sheila put up a valiant fight, thrashed and fought and squirmed, but there wasn’t much she could do when Yuna was on top. Kind of a trend.

…she was starting to get used to it, though. She wasn’t sure whether or not that was a bad thing.

[Crossedes]

One of the two of them landing on the other had started to become a fuckin' thing, hadn't it? Yuna took her turn on the slide again, and Sheila splashed down beneath her. Hell, Yuna's landing didn't go much better, but at least she wasn't the one who had another hundred-fifty-something-pound woman on top of her in the process. But as her legs parted to leave her straddling the downed Aussie, she figured her pelvis shouldn't have to withstand that hundred and fifty pounds many more times, either. She hissed, tensed up, grabbed at her crotch, but shook it off in time to make good on crushing Sheila beneath her.

Sheila helped with all that twisting and turning around. Fuckin' nut, this one, and Yuna flashed a look and gesture at someone in the front row as if to say that exactly. "Can you calm your tits for two seconds, bitch!?' she demanded to know, and her own words offered her the right idea. Sheila wouldn't submit to having her little slit enjoy the best fuckin' licking it had gotten in ever? Yuna knew how to please anything on the bare body beneath her. First, though, she gave the smaller Aussie a good pop on the jowls to get her attention properly. Not enough to stun her, just a warning to end that fuckin' temper tantrum.

"Shut your headlights off!" she yelled, as she reached down, took handfuls of the wild one's breasts, and gave them a rough enough squeeze to leave Sheila either in ecstasy or in just enough pain to distract her - whatever the degree of her kink for having her boobs fondled. "Sure as hell touched and tasted mine enough!"

[BlackAkuma]

”Get-” Sheila grumbled, brought her head out of the cold waters, and spat to the side. ”If you don’t get your big ass off me…”

It was a toothless threat, and they both knew it, but that wouldn’t stop the Wild One from making it. Yuna was like a snowball, rolling down a hill - the more momentum she got and the longer she went, the harder she was to stop, and she was reaching the point of critical mass. The only hope Sheila had at this point was making some space between them and catching a breather, but that just was not happening with the Bloodied One hounding her every step.

She squirmed and wiggled and kicked and fought and wound up taking a shot in the face for her troubles, though it wasn’t nearly as hard as it could’ve been. Yuna was just looking to pacify her, try and keep her still for a second, but if she thought a love tap like that would do it, then she was dumber…than…she…

”Aaaaaaaaaaah fuck.”

Yuna was pressing her buttons. Two buttons, to be exact, and both of them just so happened to be under her breasts. Sheila moaned and arched her back at the ravenous touch, throwing back her head as the Bloodied Bitch went to work. Her hands came up to grasp at the woman’s wrist, but she couldn't muster the will to pull them away, even if she had the strength. Felt too damn good.

Didn’t mean they had to stay idle, though - instead of pushing Yuna away, she reached up, grabbed her top, and gave it a good hard tug with both hands, trying to rip it apart and even the score. More of a symbolic thing at this point, though.

[Crossedes]

Yeah, that was what she wanted to hear. Sheila tried to act all big and bad, but realistically, like anyone, she melted into Yuna's grip. Maybe not so much melted... but Yuna would convince herself as much. Her hands worked tirelessly, aggressively, moving over Sheila's breasts and nipples like she wanted to iron them out and make them as flat as those abs beneath them. They filled Yuna's hands just about perfectly - better than those giant ones she could barely begin to control or the tiny ones that felt the same as soft-chested men. Might have to taste them at some point, see if she liked the flavor, too.

"Lie back and take it, bitch." Her voice dropped just enough to give it an allure she hadn't yet bothered with, if only because she thought it might lull the pleasured Aussie into complacency. "This is what you really want." Hell, she could tell she did - her arms had no strength to them. She might as well have been holding Yuna's hand for all the effort she put into freeing her breasts.

But the spunk returned... if only to do something Yuna herself probably would have done by the time this all ended, anyway. Sheila's yanked pulled her whole torso when her top didn't instantly give way, pulling an "Oi!" out of the bigger Aussie, but Yuna pulled back as Sheila ripped at it. The middle strap split and slapped against Yuna's skin, sending her breasts bounding like they were headed out for a night on the town. Good fucking thing she had bought about fifty of these tops.

"Now you've fucking done it!", she barked. "If you won't just let it happen..."

She threw her torso down, trying to capture Sheila's face right between her newly-freed tits well enough to smother her.

[BlackAkuma]

And here came the dirty talk. It was tempting to just roll her eyes at this sort of thing and brush it off as nothing more than an attempt to be sexy - she’d heard stuff like this all the time in the bedroom, usually from bastards and bitches who thought they were tougher than they actually were, trying to play rough and impress. They go hard on her, she’d pretend to be intimidated, then they got past the foreplay and into the good stuff.

Sometimes, anyway. Often, the ones who talked the most couldn't get it done when it really mattered. Compensating.

Not the case with Yuan, though. With her, Sheila knew she could back up all the talk. She could flatten. She could give her the fucking of her life, right here, right in front of all these people. She could demolish her in so many ways, and she didn’t hate the idea. If the work those hands were doing was any indication, she was capable of magic.

But Sheila wasn’t going to be easy. She wasn’t going to lie back and just take it. She was going to fight her every step of the way, make it as wild and rough as possible, and Yuna’s top was just the latest casualty in the war. It was a small, spiteful thing, but she took no small amount of satisfaction from it, and you could see that in her face as she had a good laugh. ”Yeah, I done it, what’re you-”

Her unfinished question was answered as she brought her bountiful breasts down over Sheila’s face, covering her entire face in an enveloping smother. A cry of surprise came out, then a groan of aggravation, and finally a moan of arousal - this woman had quite a pair, and damned if they didn't feel good over her face. There was, of course, the whole lack of oxygen to consider, but she could worry about that soon enough. For now, she just wanted to run her tongue over these breasts, kiss them, caress them, kiss them, bite them...

All while her hands roamed over Yuna’s back, and some curious fingers slipped between her legs, trying to sneak in some stimulation.

[Crossedes]

Ahh, yeah. That was the shit. Having Sheila's warm, flushed features packed between her breasts provided her about as much satisfaction as anything had, especially with that cry that poured free. The moan that followed did her even better, and Yuna, like a predator latching more tightly onto a vulnerable neck, slapped her arms around Sheila's head and pressed her in more deeply. Some of the raven hair that had fallen down into her face she flicked aside with a shake of her head, and the big beauty mounted up for the long run. She didn't plan to let her out anytime soon. She wanted more of those moans.

Fuck. And more of that wet mouth all over her hot, bare chest. The teeth she didn't mind too much, either, though she had to keep the little bitch in her place. She lifted one of the elbows she propped on just long enough to drive it back down and smack the back of Sheila's buried head back down into the sandy waters. "Better keep those bites calmed the fuck down, girlie!" Of course, she wouldn't admit she liked the harder bites in some places... but her tit-meat didn't happen to be one of those places.

Though most of the action centered on her breasts, the bloodied one didn't fail to notice Sheila's hands exploring. She took it just fine as they traced all over her back, but as the fingers made their way between her legs, she reacted - no way would she get away with that without Yuna doing something to give it right back to her. "And watch where those damned hands go," she warned, before her thigh shifted over so it wedged between Sheila's legs. She went to rocking it, letting it slide up and down Sheila's exposed slit.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had never been the type to go all that crazy about bigger women, but she would be lying if she said that having Yuna on top of her like this wasn’t ticking all the right boxes. The woman wasn’t strong, but she had some good flesh over those muscles, just the right amount of plump to be pleasing, and it was perfect for smothering a more petite, skinnier woman like her. It felt like the Bloodied One’s body was pouring over her, dominating her from head to toe, like she was some kind of living blanket that she couldn't shake off. Hell, maybe she didn’t want to.

Except, she did need to breathe. There was that.

As good as this felt, as smoking hot as Yuna was, Sheila’s body was starting to run into problems with the lack of oxygen. She was running out of energy at an alarming rate, and the growing arousal wasn’t helping, as her opponent’s thick thigh slid between her legs and started grinding. Mix in the water rushing around them, the roar of the crowd and the heavy drumbeat of her heart, and it all created this chaotic symphony that drove her wild. A hard thing to fight.

So fuck it, she wouldn’t fight. Instead of resisting, Sheila went along with it, thrusting up as her foe pressed down, pushing her own thigh against Yuna’s crotch as the bigger bitch did the same from above. She gave her opponent’s ass a hard, meaty, ear-piercing slap, and dug her fingernails deep into the flesh, as if she was trying to scratch the muscle beneath it. A feral growl came from between the breasts, following by long, pleasing licks, soothing the bite marks, replacing pain with pleasure.

[Crossedes]

Okay... alright. Sheila's prowess had become a problem, and Yuna had to get something tactical going. The licking on her chest had given her enough to leave her breathing in heat, and between the brief exploration of Sheila's fingers, the subsequent smack and clawing of her ass - she loved when physical attention turned raw, violent - and Sheila's getting her own thigh wedged between Yuna's legs, the bigger Aussie could sense her defenses all but crumbling. She shook her own head, even gave her own face a quick smack, tried to resist and maintain her frustration. "Told you to watch those fucking hands!" But even she could tell her voice had taken on distraction... lustfulness.

Getting a bit overwhelmed, as her chest and glazed eyes would testify, the big bitch peeled her chest off of Sheila's reddened face so she could stare down at her in frustration. Though she tried to keep her leg working at the smaller bitch's crotch, she tried to ward Sheila's thigh off with the other leg. Didn't work too well, and she had found a rhythm. Damn it. "Fuck you," she breathed, not wanting to give up her evident position of power but not wanting Sheila to give it just as good as she received, either.

The bloodied one scooted just enough so she could slam her bare breasts against Sheila's, just to make sure she stayed pinned down, and she tried to take the wild one by the wrists and get them pinned, though it took her several seconds to even track the other woman's hands down with the way they worked over the entirety of her toned body. "Get a damned grip," she commanded, before trying to use her new position to slide down Sheila's body just a little bit more so she could get a finger inside of her where Sheila couldn't reach. Sounded like a good idea. Anything sounded like a good idea.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck. Why couldn't Yuna just be bad at sex? Why couldn't she be one of those hentai wrestlers who couldn't fight worth a damn, who wilted the first time someone with actual teeth stepped up to them? If she was like that, Sheila could’ve easily run her over, no problem. Could’ve dominated the match.

Then again, if she hadn't been this sexy, the match would’ve sucked, and she didn’t come out all this way and get dressed up to leave without some satisfaction. So she had mixed feelings about it.

It all came to a head when Yuna lifted and freed her face from the fleshy prison. She took in a huge gulp of fresh air, though she managed to get a laugh out through it. ”Yeah, fuck me. Keep trying, just keep trying.”

Sheila tried to play it off, but Yuna’s efforts were bearing good fruit. She was already back up to the high she’d been at before she fell, with her opponent quickly making up for lost ground. Sheila wanted to let her hands get wild, but they were pinned down before she had the chance, with the Bloodied One slamming into her. Breast to breast. Hip to hip. Face to face. There were sparks wherever their skin touched, and it just felt so…right. Like their bodies were designed to dock like this. Like they fit. A keyhole and a key.

She arched her back as Yuna started to slide down her body and pushed hard with her hips, grinding against her and wishing she could rip that bottom apart, too. ”Gah. Fuck, Yuna, I…” The words came without thinking now, as if her brain was running on autopilot, too overtaken with raw lust. ”God, I want you.”