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

[Crossedes]

Hardstyle Hentai Match
The first competitor to secure both an orgasm and a fall from her competitor wins.

Why the hell not?

Yuna, complete with what could have passed as a completely new back after two and a half weeks of recovering from having that back smash a table, a wooden floor, and a window all in one go, had asked herself that question when she pushed to make this fuckfest of a match a part of a promotional League day at the big for this marketing monster of a promotion. Her whole attitude usually amounted to "why the hell not?," but given who she planned to fight and what she planned to do to this sheila, she had taken the time to be something close to thoughtful. Maybe she should make it a private affair, pile into a bedroom in nothing but their nylons, and see who gave into whom first. The idea had titillated Yuna at first, and she had leaned that way.

But then she realized... it wasn't really her style, and it wasn't Sheila Morgan's style, either. The two of them were fucking nuts, and fucking nuts fucked on the beach in front of a small crowd on one of the last few weeks of the Japanese summer. The other shit they could do on their own time, but after the nonsense of their battle in a bar, Yuna thought it made more sense for a follow-up to include a scenario at least a third as crazy as their last match. Hell, Yuna didn't care about exhibitionism, and she loved doing shit in the sun. Hence, "why the hell not?"

A couple of matches had already ended, and after impatiently waiting with some shitty, fruity drink in her hand for what felt like forever, she almost marched her way right through the people setting up for the match. As if they would actually use any boundaries anyone here set up. The thought made her give in to a smile. Yuna didn't miss people, yet she had been looking forward to seeing this crazy bitch again for almost a month. That was precisely why she barked at the people running the show. "Hang the wait," she ordered. "Get my music goin'."

Wisely, they obeyed. Her music poured from the outdoor speakers, and Yuna, one of the martini glasses still in hand, downed the rest of the half-cocked alcohol as she wandered out into the ring area, watching people trying to scurry back to their seats after hitting the concession stands. They didn't know what they were in for. Yuna did, best she could tell - and she couldn't wait. How long had it been since she had thought that about a match?

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

A day on the beach, huh? Sheila Morgan was all about it.

She would’ve fought Yuna Bennett anywhere after their bloody brawl. Even though it was three weeks later and she was mostly healed, she could still feel the remnants of their battle echoing through her body - little aches and pains, here and there, twinges that shot up with every step she took. Her back was still feeling the effects most of all, coming on the worst whenever she tried to lay down. She would sleep with her face in a pillow for at least three months. But it was all worth it; she wouldn’t let anything slow her down. Not today. Not against her

There was a commotion in the crowd as Sheila’s

played, and the woman herself made her way through the throngs. Wolf whistles and catcalls would be rang out, and with good reason. If it was left up to her, she would've just gone to the store and found some cheap ten-buck bikini for the occasion, not wanting to spend too much money on something that was likely to get shredded, anyway.. But her mates had heard about the upcoming fight, put together some money, and got her something special. Might as well flaunt.

From the sea, comes…

It was Sheila’s first time wearing this sort of slingshot/monokini thing, and while she wasn’t the type to care about attracting eyes, she had to admit, she didn't hate the attention. It was comfortable, showed off her best features, and almost felt like going in the buff. Best of all, she strongly felt it would impress the one person she was out to impress - the big, bouncing bitch waiting for her in the ring.

Sheila hopped over the guardrail, dashed in under the rope, and popped to her feet in short order, bouncing on her heels as she rose. She side-eyed Yuna and gave her the lookover, throwing in a quick laugh for effect. ’Like the top. Looks good on you.” She smacked her lips. ”Shame I gotta rip this one up, too.”

[Crossedes]

Yuna slowly worked herself out of lounging mode and into fighting mode. The beach brought rare calm out of her since it reminded her of the few good days, weeks she'd enjoyed back home before leaving to immerse herself in a life of violence. She could drink on the beach all day in her free time and not worry an ounce that she had wasted any of that time. But a relaxed Aussie didn't make for much of a fighter nor a fucker. To get herself properly in the mood, she tossed the martini glass against one of the barricades to shatter it, slapped herself on the face a few times, and put on the meanest mug possible even while the nearby crowd cheered the sight.

And the bitch was on her way. Yuna wheeled around near the makeshift ramp, expecting to see Sheila in much the same state as last time. Nope, that was not the case. The flamin' galah looked like she had pulled the drawstrings out of a pair of sweatpants and decided to only wear the string. Yuna unabashedly licked her lips at the sight. She had seen plenty of the bitch during their last fight, but something about the way the slingshot held all of her bits in the nicest positions possible made the view that much better. She saved her commenting on it until she had hopped into the ring. Once Sheila followed, she nodded her head in approval of everything she could see. The things she could do to that body...

Sheila spoke up first, though. Knowing all too well how good she looked, too, the bloodied one held her chin high. "Shit, it's better than yours." To prove it, she pulled on the material of her top to show it was tougher, giving a nice preview of a full breast in the process. Once she had worked it back into place with a healthy amount of jiggling appeal, she nodded at Sheila's getup. "You know that's coming off your chest two seconds into the fight," she declared, as she reached over to thump one of the strings like she played guitar. "And I'm gonna be choking you with it. Call it karma. Might as well just let me pull it off now."

[BlackAkuma]

”Hm.”

Sheila nodded her approval as Yuna gave her new outfit a quick test, showing off the durability. She wasn’t lying when she said she liked the look and she hoped the woman had extras - she had every intention of shredding it up, but she would feel bad about destroying something that made her body rock so damn well. Blue was her color, her tanned skin made it pop something fierce.

She enjoyed the jiggling show for a moment before her swimsuit got tested, snapping hard back into place. It wasn’t the most expensive piece, but it clung tight to her skin, and it wouldn’t go anywhere when she was running about, able to keep both her dogs in the yard. She didn’t doubt that Yuna could - and would - tear it apart, but she wouldn’t have the easiest time with it, especially if the Wild One was giving her hell in the process.

Speaking of which…

”’Two seconds, huh?” She stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward, smacking their foreheads together once again. It was the closest they would ever come to a handshake. ”Fucking try it.”

She would get the opportunity soon enough. As the referee threw her hand down, the bell rang. At this range, Sheila already knew what she wanted to do - she reared back, jerked forward, and proceeded to come out of the gate with a headbutt, already looking to get her requirement out of the way.

[Crossedes]

If they had made this get-together more of a private thing, Yuna would have unabashedly torn into tracing her fingers around the edge of that slingshot, touching everything she had put on display as it belonged to her. With the match looming, she could save all that for later. If they could stand in the aftermath, anyway. Hadn't gone too well for them last time, and Yuna sure as hell didn't regret the chaos nor the days stuck in bed because she could hardly get up. Bitch could hit. She didn't often get to say that about someone who looked good enough to eat.

And Yuna called almost no one cute, but the way she got on her tiptoes to make sure they could bump heads? Yuna called that cute. Also reminded her of- "I will once you take that fuckin' barbed forehead and tuck it in your pocket." No, there was nothing wrong with her forehead, but Yuna insulted the fuck out of people she liked - and she liked them specifically because they didn't give a damn about her insults nor any insults thrown their way. Sheila could deal with it.

Remembering what that forehead had done the last time had her ready. Didn't take a genius to spot her rearing back, and Yuna, amped like someone had attached jumpers to her tits by the sound of the bell, thrust a hand forward and smacked it right into Sheila's forehead. "Mmm-mmm. Ya ain't pullin' that shit again," she declared, before giving her a rough shove and taking Sheila's challenge head-on - she grasped the woman by the front strings of her bikini and yanked like she was dragging prey home for dinner. Her arms spread, ready to catch Sheila in a bearhug.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was ready. She was so fucking ready.

As Yuna spoke and her hot breath ran over her face, she swore she could hear her damn heartbeat over the waves, beating like a sousa march in her chest. There hadn't been a minute since they parted ways where she wasn’t thinking about locking horns with this woman again - partly because she had the constant pain as a reminder. She’d thought about it, dreamed about it, even fantasized about the exact way it would go from the start, and everything was going to plan.

They’d meet, sized each other up, the bell would ring, and they’d start by cracking heads. Sheila stuck to the script - she reeled back, threw her skull forward, and…

”Huh?”

And that was not Yuna’s forehead she ran into. It was too soft, way too soft. It was a damn palm.

Her eyes shot open and shot open wider when her top was suddenly yanked, putting the material to a step that it narrowly passed. A pair of burly, brawny arms came around her chest, she was pulled in, and Wild One couldn't help but cry out her body was crushed in Yuna’s grasp. Chest against chest, hips against hips, holding her and squeezing the life clean out of her.

”Ah, fucking smart-ass!” Sheila growled and flailed, trying in vain to land a hit on Yuna’s face. ”Trying to feel me up already, no foreplay?”

[Crossedes]

Bearhugs represented everything Yuna loved about fighting. Body contact, testing muscles, raw, violent intensity. Smashing tits and abs with any hot bitch just added to the allure. Sheila was hotter than most, and Yuna savored the warmth, the curves, the intimacy as she drove her biceps into the smaller woman's sides and balled up a fist in the middle of her spine. Yuna also wasn't a "ramp up the pressure" kind of girl - she plowed into Sheila with brazen intensity until she found ribs and had the woman's skin scraping across her own. She even wrung her like a lion on the neck of its prey.

"Do I seem like a foreplay kinda broad?" As if to discredit her own question, she tilted her head to put teeth on the woman's nape - just enough of a bite to let her know she was there. And warm skin tasted so good. Yuna didn't fool herself into thinking she had a chance to keep the hellcat in a bearhug for long, but it set a tone, put her in her place, reminded her what she was up against so she didn't get so uppity after her draw the last time around. The Australian stared into her eyes as she unleashed another round of pressure.

Then she cocked on a foot and turned, driving Sheila toward the mat and moving her arms just enough so the spine would land before her fists. But she maintained the bearhug through the motion, ending up on top of the wild beauty and squeezing her down into the mat tightly enough that she ended up with her own chin wedged in the woman's cleavage. Not a bad place to be, altogether. "D'ya miss me?"

[BlackAkuma]

Had Sheila been bearhugged before? She’d been in enough matches that it seemed impossible for this to be the first time, but she couldn't recall the last time for her life. Maybe by some sweaty brute of a guy, they liked to go for this sort of thing to sneak in a feel on her tits. But by a woman? A woman this strong? Nah, that wasn’t a common thing, though if this was how it typically went down, she kind of wished it was.

Yeah, getting ribs crushed didn’t feel all that good, but everything else was tops. Their breasts smashing and rubbing against her stomach? Loved it. The grinding hips? Loved it. That biting at her neck? Oh, she fucking loved that. She missed being able to take a full breath, though, so she fought hard to get her way out, even as she reveled in all the other sensations.

Getting slammed down didn’t make breathing any more manageable, and Sheila took a short, hoarse, shallow breath after the impact, croaking as Yuna crashed on her. Gasping, she looked down to see the Bloodied Bitch staring up her, enjoying the feel of her breasts while she continued the crunch. Cheeky, thought she was so smart.

Did she miss her? Yes. Wasn’t going to let her know that, though. ”Oh, fuck off. Drongo.”

Yuna wasn’t the only one who could squeeze like this. Sheila wasn’t in a good spot to bash her head, but she could grab it. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck and pulled her face deep into her waiting breasts, going for an enveloping smother - not something she usually brought out, but hell, this outfit made it easy to execute. Might as well get some use out of it.

[Crossedes]

A part of her might have hoped for it. She wouldn't admit to it with a gun to her head. But who could blame a bitch for wanting to take a head-first dive into that stack of cleavage on display? Of course, knock-down, drag-out intimacy was the point of this match she had bothered to arrange for the two of them, so no one found it untoward that two women set on ripping each other apart ended up tangled on the ground, the bigger one getting her head pulled down into the inviting space between her opponent's breasts.

Yuna still had to toss in a complaint. "Don't you dare- mmmph!" she griped, as Sheila pulled her face down and in, and she growled in her throat as all that sweet flesh swallowed her up. Sheila might have been petite - more petite than Yuna, at least - but her trench suited the bigger bitch's face just fine. She would have preferred to take the dive on her own terms, might have spared her nose from being crushed between a breast and Sheila's sternum, but she made the most of it, letting her tongue freely explore and planting a kiss on the flesh mashed against her mouth.

Couldn't stay there, though. She had plenty of breath to spare, but she was sucking on tit more than oxygen. The rest of her continued to crush Sheila's body, but her arms eventually drew free from the woman's back to start raining knuckles all across Sheila's sides. She tilted her own stomach up long enough to add another one right to the lower abdomen, telling Sheila she could ride it out as long as she needed to with her fists free to roam. Give it up! she tried to say from between her breasts, intelligibly enough for Sheila to figure it out.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was sure this was the first time she’d ever breast-smothered someone. Truly, this was a day of firsts.

Fuck, though, it was working way better than she expected it to. She always thought it was more of a hentai thing, something the girls with the massive, coconut-sized mammaries liked to go for. A crowd pleaser, fun to watch, but not effective, and she wouldn’t have pegged it for something to bring out in a raw match like this. But her breasts did the trick - she pulled Yuna in, clamped down tight, and the woman had nowhere to go.

Plus, it felt damn good. Sheila got Yuna’s mouth all over her, sucking and licking and kissing at her flesh, going wild. What she didn’t like, though, were those fists ramming into her ribs. ”Gah! You-” There went another, sinking in deep. ”-fucking-” And that was one hit a rib, maybe cracked it. ”-cunt!” Definitely broke something with that one.

Fun as this was, she couldn't stay here forever - she needed to land some actual hits on Yuna, no way was she beating her like this. She let go of the breast-smother all at once but wasn’t letting her opponent go without a parting gift. She grabbed a handful of her foe’s hair with one hand, yanked it, and swung out hard with her elbow, looking to catch her square on the cheek with a hard shot of her elbow.