"Battle of the Redheads" - Karla Reinhardt vs Rindo Kobayashi

[Monsy]

Their bodies brushed like hateful lovers. Bumping, rubbing, and grinding. Sweat gleamed underneath Karla’s suit. Neither was she free from the sparks of pleasure. She just hid it. But did she enjoy it? Psh, don’t be silly. She mounted Rindo’s upper-body to humiliate her! Yeah, that’s it. Then cupping her thighs around the Barbarian’s head, it felt nice to flex her control.

Then she laughed, “Not too much, Rindo-Senpai. Or else you’ll fall in love.” Did that slip out? A Reinhardt was stooping to flirtations. How unsavoury.

Now, she watched Rindo squirm. Sweat from her smothered face smeared onto her thighs, casting a glisten like a lake under the moonlight. The position fed her ego nicely. Rindo was more muscular, yet, where was all that power? Pinned beneath her! Still, those sounds already served distracting. It made her face flutter with warmth. Was she still embarrassed? Yes. She’d never get used to it with so many eyes on them. Hence, every transition made her heart skip, the slight struggles forcing Karla’s legs to marry Rindo’s head. And her chest helped maintain balance too. They were supple and firm, perfect sizes for Karla’s dainty palms to play with. Lithe fingers squeezed with sweet intentions, tender and slow. The next, she curled her fingers into the skin like it was her own; a cocktail of pain and pleasure.

But then, a warm pulse brushed her core. Tender lips pressed into the latex covering her crotch, a feeling reminiscent to prior groping, but ten times worse! It might’ve been gentle, but that’s all it took. Her breath hitched, held, then released in quiet whimpers. A blood-red blush flourished; her inner-lip curled inward, biting it. Arching her back, she pushed her core into their soft brims before reeling back. Right, composure.

“H-Hah. . . The pleasure is all yours. No need to return any of it.” 

Her tone was gentle and breathy. And before Rindo could reply, she’d lift onto her knees, shuffle forward a few inches and lower herself down, attempting to make a formal throne out of Rindo’s face. Her rear-end would cover every inch of their face like warm dough, smothering their mouth with her crotch. Delving a hand into her hair, she gripped a fistful of their vibrant tresses before yanking it sideways—pain and now the pleasure. Then lathering two fingertips with saliva, then arched backwards. She drew shapes along their waistline; A wet, warm sensation coursed the hem of their bottoms, sliding the digits underneath before retreating from the prospect. Teasing was vital; an appetizer. So when the time came, they'd be longing for relief; begging for it.


She wanted them appetizing the potential of her touch, longing for it. And judging by how she reacted from groping, she was confident, brandishing a smile.

[pikazard]

Despite the rather unfavourable position Rindo was in between Karla's legs her face still visibly lit up when her aristocratic opponent let out a flirtatious quip in response to Rindo's own "Can't promise anything, teehee." Though Rindo was of course joking there was a lick of truth to her words, Karla's touch as she groped the Barbrian's breasts felt like magic and left Rindo moaning with pleasure and longing. This pleasure only made her feel all the more enthusiastic to start giving as good as she got, kissing Karla between the legs, and the reaction from Karla made it all the more worth it as the woman's face went as red as her hair and for a few glorious seconds she lost her composure and Rindo got an up close personal look at what Karla looked like when she was feeling flustered from pleasure. And god it was hot.

The feeling of euphoria she felt from witnessing that reaction would not make her any more able to stop Karla's next action as she lifted her hips up before moving forward and lowering her crotch down directly onto Rindo's face, her latex-clad rear completely enveloping Rindo's features "Mmmmph!!" Rindo cried, taken off guard at first, though pretty soon she came to enjoy the feeling of the dough-like flesh on her face. She especially also came to enjoy the soft teasing strokes of Karla's fingers on her waist, she was starting to feel hot and bothered from the combination of pleasure Karla was giving her "Mmmm... mmmph..." Rindo let out a moan that was muffled by the crotch of Karla, one that Karla would no doubt feel given how intimately close her womanhood was to Rindo's mouth.

What Rindo didn't enjoy was being submissive to another, no matter how sexy they were or how marshmallowy soft the ass resting on her face was or how much they teased her. She was Rindo Kobayashi; the Barbarian, and she was always on top! With that in mind she would put her mouth to work, continuing her kissing between Karla's legs with increased enthusiasm. Karla was on top and clearly was the dominant one at the moment, so Rindo was banking on her viewing this as an act of submission and letting her guard down to enjoy the pleasure, either that or the pleasure getting past her guard on its own. Either way Rindo was honing all her senses to look for a moment of weakness and the moment she sensed one she would throw her body up with all her might, attempting to throw Karla off while making her way up to a sitting position. If she succeeded she would lean forward so that her head was once again between Karla's legs, only this time she wouldn't be trapped, and would look up so that she had eye contact with Karla and flash a wide grin on her red, sweaty face "I think I'm done with foreplay, how about you?" she'd ask, ominously.

[Monsy]

Here, her mixed desire ran rampant. Lewd matches were never her forte. Neither did she like the risk involved, the loss like no other, even if pleasurable, the cost towards her shame was high. Though she ignored it, still, it didn’t stop Rindou from encroaching on her core, planting her soft brims across the stiff leather. Her heart skipped like a boat bouncing over the waves. Her breath hitched, locked before releasing in slow shudders. Calm down, she told herself. This is nothing!

Her fingers graced like ice dancers, their movements sweet and united, ushering their routine and leaving a trail of saliva. They dipped lower, her thumb parting Rindou’s folds, travelling down the wetting labia, then back up, pressing against the hood. It stopped here, gyrating against the sweet spot, searching to usher more bliss into the Barbarian. Wouldn’t it be nice to get lost? Give in, swallowed by desire. And when it’s over, they will forever remember the lasting shivers. Rindou, that is!

Gradually, the pleasure increased. The sweet love assaulting her core was like embers. Sizzling, shooting shocks that rattled her hips. It made her legs shutter, the tender thighs squeezing against her opponent’s head. Then they parted, creating a pattern. And the sensations seeped from her lips with short whimpers, breaking all defences. Even if she tried, she failed to hold anything back, the heat consuming her entire being.

Her hips moved on their own accord, guided by pleasure. Back and forth, the movements were subtle, hardly a bid to escape. No, Karla was sure she was ahead still. After all, a Reinhardt’s will is indomitable; no way a Barbarian will out-do her from the bottom. Even so, Karla’s hand moved on its own, delving into their hair and yanking them into their core, torquing frequently.

“S-Slow down...” Though she made her vexation known.

The moment of weakness? It came.

Karla’s posture slumped, her neck craning, gazing skyward. It appeared as if she’d fumed, but truthfully, she was engaged in her own private war to remain composed. Then the tides turned. Her shoulders slapped the mat, her head whiplashing. Her vision fell into disarray, spinning and dulling. Alas, her cheek pressed into the warm canvas, eyes closed, one hand across her upright velvet cheek.

It was as if she dreamt.

Karla’s fluttering eyelids slowly parted, allowing reality to seep in like a nightmare. Her spine rolled, sending her hips skyward, with both heels poking the ground by her head. It sat within the sea of red, her red hair splayed out like a pool of crimson. In the midst, her expression told everything. A burning red hue swiped her cheeks, reaching her ears. Heat burbled like a melting pot, a layer of sweat lurking beneath the leather. It was most intense between her thighs, where Rindou’s head stalked in between. She was like a predator, finally trapping their prey. The gaze alone sent chills.

But Karla wouldn’t give such satisfaction. No, she didn’t even seek to protect anything. Neither did she move her untrapped legs. It wasn’t the right moment. Instead, she smirked, lopsided with pearly whites flashing Rindou’s hungry stare.

“I-I’m I'm alright with /just/ foreplay! Besides, do you hopelessly think you can break through my attire with such unrefined hands? Tch, Tch, how sad!”

[pikazard]

While Rindo was certainly enjoying her position between Karla's legs, especially when she felt her fellow redhead shivering from the sensation of Rindo's kisses, she felt it was time for a change of position. So when Karla showed weakness in the face of the beast Rindo would take the opportunity to strike, throwing her body forward to topple Karla and send her down onto her back! Despite this Karla didn't seem to think she was in any danger, even as Rindo's head was in prime position to strike she would insist that the Barbarian didn't have a way to get through her attire "With my hands? Probably not" she'd admit, though her impish grin would likely communicate to the heel that she had a plan.

Suddenly she'd pounce, lurching her face forward so that it was right up against Karla's clothed crotch before she latched onto the material of Karla's bodysuit with her teeth! Then with her teeth's grip on the latex she would start shaking her head from side to side, tearing it to pieces like a wild animal tearing up meat until she had unceremoniously torn a hole in the crotch of Karla's bodysuit! Rindo's eyes sparkled as she looked down at Karla's newly exposed pussy as if it was a glistening ruby, licking her lips eagerly as she prepared to have her way with it "Itadakimasu!"

That would be all the warning Karla got before Rindo locked lips with her pussy and invaded it with her tongue, lapping at it as if she had been starving for a week and someone had just put down a plate of food in front of her. Rindo didn't bother to try and keep things slow or be gentle with the sensitive spot, she went all out from the beginning so she could hear Karla scream with ecstasy! Karla was a tough opponent, there was no doubt about that, and turning such powerful women into mewling kittens was the greatest pleasure in the world to Rindo!

[Monsy]

How she loathed this position. Folded up, vying for freedom, yet each torque ripped into her hamstrings. But she was flexible; thus, the greatest pain sat within her chest. That humping muscle that pumped blood, drilling waves of heat coursing through her twitching heels and rose-red cheeks. Her confidence didn’t wane. After all, what’s cutting such refined attire? Made and mended by money, cemented by ego as the perfect composite material. Indeed, not by burly commoner hands. Or dare she say a Barbarian?

Then the savage did just that.

Rindo’s teeth plunged as an array of spearheads, gripping swaths; the material beckons, then stretches into forming seams. The eyes of Karla gape. Something in her throat nearly makes her cough before releasing in a brief squeal. A draft slips courses betwixt her leather-lathered legs; her exposed womanhood now bare and eyed like a prize. Amidst this gaze, she replied with a dry thought, “G-Get away from there!”
She squirmed, rolling her hips and flexing her hamstrings. Rindo’s hands kept her secure, right until the first touch of her warm tongue plunging between the swollen folds, ravaging the inner-walls that embraced the new muscle. Sensations exploded through her core; its shockwave released through her maw in a gasp. Her head thrashed side-to-side, shooting gallops of fiery breath as her cheek rubbed against the canvas. Whines slipped, quiet mewls like Rindo wished. She grabbed handfuls of her own scarlet hair and arched her back, making her hips grind into Rindo’s oh-so-gentle mouth.

“H-hah... Ah...”

There, she made them roll. If Rindo wanted her feed, then she’d have to chase a little, up and down, following the ever wetting taste of Karla’s sex. Her reward? A moan - one sweet sound that burst from her lips - the tension made her toes girl and sent a slight shudder through her lithe frame.

“S-Senpai....”

That one was free. Though, it overwhelmed Karla’s mind that anyone undid her this way. She was a Reinhardt. Her will was unbreakable, yet here she lay. Submissive. Touch-starved, if you will. She couldn’t stand it any longer, fearing the results. And so, her breathing tamed. Her struggles simmered into little motions, spurred by pleasure. A growl cusped from her throat, interrupted by whining. A fist readied itself; knuckles wound white as her lips curled inward, fuming from her nose as she bucked her hips once more.

And then, her fist flew right for Rindo’s forehead, aiming to stun the Barbarian, allowing for her left leg to break its shackles and envelop their nape. Leg muscle flexed, Karla threw her weight right, hoping to throw Rindo onto her side. Clambered limbs piled like sandbags, a heap of sweat and a puffing chest that blew steam through her mouth. After wiping the drool on her mouth’s corner, she sat up. Both hands pushed on Rindo’s shoulder whilst her leg unscrewed from their head.

Hips turned clockwise, planting themselves on Rindo’s countenance, facing their hips. Her rear warmed over their features; juices smeared onto their chin. The thought nipped her, and another blush ensued. Alas, she powered through and grabbed their ankles, lurching forward and hooking their knees. Then she flexed backwards, hoping to careen their hips skyward.

The tip of her stuck-out tongue pressed against Rindo’s loincloth as she leaned forward. She made a single pass, travelling over the covered folds. Slow and painful. Then up again. Once she reached the start, her teeth pinched some fabric and pulled it aside, kissing the inner thigh and leaving a lasting mark of Karla Ray Reinhardt’s lips. Now Rindo was vulnerable. Someone who sought to quell their fire trapped and preyed upon her - sensually. It made her smug.

“Danke für das Essen...”

Then she dived in. Her lips pecked their folds, a touch softer than love, building pressure until her tongue slipped between those lips and flicked. Instead of delving deep, licking them clean, Karla preyed on the woman’s pearl. Her warm brims touchdown. The warm muscle lulled out her bottom lip and started lapping at the clit, swirling around, wrestling with it, then kissing it once more. And as sensuality would have it, her actions interrupted with the sweet application of cherry-flavoured lips, marking their crotch like it’s their territory. Then, she finished with another pass down her labia and lifted.

[pikazard]

Rindo's tongue worked overtime as she dug into her meal and started vigorously ravaging Karla's womanhood with her tongue, plunging it in deep as if she was digging for buried treasure. Though for Rindo the treasure was feeling Karla's hips grinding longingly against her mouth, and hearing her whining and moaning from the sensations that Rindo forced upon her; it was enough to get the Barbarian wet and then some! This was the domination Rindo loved the most, the reason why she had come to love wrestling!

And then it happened.

As Karla squirmed in Rindo's clutches and was subjected to her relentless gluttony something in her would break and with a stuttery breath she would mutter out the word Rindo most wanted to hear; 'senpai'. Rindo couldn't believe her luck, she was seriously filled with joy at that one little accidentally uttered word. Rindo was seriously starting to fall for Karla at this rate, everything about her was so great and made Rindo seriously relish dominating her; from her proud haughty nature and great combat abilities to the way that all melted away when Rindo finally got her hands on her! The Barbarian was in heaven!

Which was why it was such a shame when Karla had to kill the mood with a swift punch to the forehead, causing Rindo to let out a cry of pain that was muffled in Karla's crotch as she was left stunned from the blow. It was only for a moment, but Karla made good use of that time to reverse their positions so that Rindo was lying on her back before Karla lowered her plump and partially exposed rear onto her face! Rindo struggled underneath her soft and wet latex covered prison as Karla raised Rindo's hips into the air so that the Barbarian's own crotch was being presented for her.

Before Rindo could really do anything about it, not that having her face being enveloped by Karla's ass and having her juices smeared on her face was a situation she hated exactly, Karla would have her pinned down and was looking to give her fellow redhead a taste of her own medicine. Rindo would squirm in the hold to try and escape, but her efforts would be useless as Karla started giving Rindo's pussy some teasing kisses before slipping her tongue in "Mmmm!!" she moaned into Karla's rear. Most of the Barbarian's face was hidden and her mouth couldn't make any noise that wouldn't be muffled into obscurity, but her still visible eyes told a clear tale as they rolled up in pleasure.

As Karla finished with her handiwork Rindo would make a whine of pleasure underneath her, feeling an intense wave of pleasure throughout her body and a heat originating from her loins which were now slick with her juices. Though she still intended to win this bout it was too hard not to allow herself to feel pleasure after the treatment Karla had just subjected her to, leaving her hot and bothered in Karla's clutches and very much vulnerable to whatever her mostly latex-clad foe had in store for her.

[Monsy]

She’d rather forget everything that transpired these past seconds. The position, the contentment slipping through her voice - a cyclone of chills and sparks racing through her, delivering a sweet serenade of moans that goaded the Barbarian. It’s like she dipped into a trance. A face unbeknownst that sunk its jaws into her esteem like digging through warm butter and laid a warm blanket that made surrender seem so delicious. After all, why reject such a finite feeling?

Pride. Simplistic and powerful. Likewise, with her escape, a tight-fist of bone, rage and muscle debilitated her tormentor. It left the Barbarian within her whims, and the following treatment finished the irony. Delicate tongue flicks became the norm, passionate and slow. Then they exploded into this ravenous hunger, filling her hand with the Barbarian’s rear after a resounding smack. She withdrew, straightening her back as her arm jutted and covered her mouth with a pink blush. Then she giggled - a haughty gesture that sneered as she looked back at her opponent, fixated at their rolled-back hues that further cemented that once stumbling confidence.

“Awe, where did your eyes go? I found them quite lovely.” She said, “It’s a shame only I get to see this. Everyone should get to witness this treat. A little Barbarian in over her head. Fufu...”

Her tongue clicked, pretending to lament the thought.
During, she motioned her hips back and forth, riding their nose, smearing their eyes and circling their mouth with the mess they created. Her control already struggled as she battled to keep her breathing stable—the heat inside her body and face. The tingling remnants of pleasure made her head shake against the Barbarian’s skull.

After a brief stint, it came for transition. Karla stood and cupping their legs to keep suspension while each leg stepped over, trapping them underneath as she sat above their head, spreading their limbs. Should success find her maneuver, the levels of exposure amplified. Now everyone can see Rindo Kobayashi’s expressions, how they twitch, roll their eyes back, stick out their tongue - however shameless girl wished to convey how inferior they were to the composed, dominating and wrathful Reinhardt. And above all, they’d be vulnerable. Their hips still careening towards the air; two free hands that contented, where one reached, the latex covered digits rubbing coursing their folds like a vessel set to voyage; down, then up while her thumb fished for their clit.

“C’mon, Hundchen. Let them hear you!” She said, proclaimed as her middle and ring fingers plunged into her sex, sinking until the last knuckle, curling upwards and prodding whichever weak point appeared most tender. Slowly, this snowballed into a rhythm, rising and dipping again. Soon, her second hand joined, filling her hand with breast, only to grope, squeeze, and squeeze again.

[pikazard]

With her face still securely locked away under the now only partially latex-clad ass of her German dominator Rindo could do little but endure as Karla rode her face and smeared it with the juices that Rindo herself had caused to flow, not that this wasn't something the Barbarian could enjoy of course but she was starting to miss when she was in control. After a few moments of this Karla would raise her rear off of her throne to reveal what lay beneath it; a face so red that it became indistinguishable with the locks of red hair that was sprawled messily about on the mat, with rolled up eyes and a tongue that hung hungrily out of her mouth, as if she was a dog begging for a treat. This was for sure a highly screenshotted moment in a match that was full of them!

Those that were enjoying this sight would be gifted even more as Karla started fingering the Barbarian's exposed crotch, plunging her fingers right into her pussy as far as it would go "Fwaaah!" Rindo cried out in both shock and pleasure, tongue curling slightly as she started panting and moaning from the feeling of her fellow redhead's fingers inside of her, all done with the audience getting a perfect view of her face. Good thing Rindo was shameless enough to not care. Her situation would only get worse/better as Karla added groping to the mixture, squeezing the Barbarian's soft doughy breasts in her palms to send a further spike of pleasure "Haaaaah..."

It was starting to seem like Rindo was done for, Karla had her right where she wanted her and was free to work on her as much as she pleased, with the helpless Barbarian's face acting as living proof that her assault was working as intended "Auuuh... K-Karla-sama..." Rindo babbled, seemingly mindlessly "S-so g-good..." she uttered, admitting to Karla's prowess. For the first time in the match Rindo seemed to be utterly submissive to her doppelganger, too distracted by the sheer pleasure she was being subjected to to possibly fight back.

Or at least that's what Rindo wanted Karla to think.

Suddenly Rindo would look to close her legs around Karla's head, hoping to wrap her strong thighs around her head and press her slick wet pussy against her face. Though even if she succeeded escape would not be so easy, thanks to Karla's sensual assault she had neither the strength nor the positioning to throw the heel off of her, instead she would try and push forward with her hips to hopefully use her lower body weight to push Karla down to the mat! If she was successful Rindo would not truly be free as Karla still had a grasp on her, but now the situation was a lot more equal as the Barbarian had turned Karla's dominant pin into a 69 position!

Rindo smiled as she once again had access to the delicious appetiser between Karla's legs "...so good that I'd feel guilty if I didn't share!" She would then plunge her face right between Karla's legs, looking to carry on where she left off with her tongue avariciously exploring her rival's womanhood. This was no longer a case of one woman dominating the other, but rather a competition to see who would give in first as Rindo sought to bring her rival to the point of orgasm before she came herself.

[Monsy]

Though the Barbarbian’s resistance was staunch, she fell victim to the same subjugation. Trapped underneath, breathless and unregistered as the one and only Karla “Ray” Reinhardt steals their entire world and molds anew. One where the Barbarian was crowned as this Queen of leather’s very throne; smeared by sin then rewarded by the pleasure of her fingers taming that wild desire.
The debauchery was written so boldly across their face, and she scowled by the lack of dignity.

“My, my, my. Do you make that face for everyone?”

There was some laughter to spare, but she gave none.
Now a noose bore around Rindo’s neck. One of skin and muscle as her legs commandeered their ability to breathe. This situation, down to its very atom now belonged to the Reinhardt. And hearing Rindo usher those fabled words only solidified their sorry state, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.

“Tch. You’re hopeless.”

Her eyes were stolen, set only for how they twitched, moaned, and eventually - broke. Until then, her actions fell on rhythm. The slick course of her fingers penetrating their demise, the squeeze applied to Rindo’s supple breast, feeding through the gaps of her soft hands, only to release, shift and do it all over again.

“Just let it go, Rind-KEH??!...”
Her ears soon muffled of sound, eyes agape as her back curled inward, sent face-first into drenched folds. Heat exploded inside her face, her fingers withdrew and enveloped Rindo’s other leg, followed by writhing hips as her legs opened to remain stable, but Rindo robbed that as well, now they lay belly-to-belly, a hip each kissed the mat, just as their lips kissed the other’s lower lips.

Tongue strokes lapped the Barbarian’s core, mouthfuls of taste that led into the next flick, coupled with the whimpers and whines against her inner thigh as Rindo returned the assault. Her frame shuddered and bucked. A moan loosened. Her heart jumped. Both eyes scrunched as she suckled on the pearl of her prize. She tried to squirm her hips - anything to ease the feeling of fire building within her core, the surrender within her limbs, and the moaning symphony that reached new heights.

“W-Wait… W-wait! Slow down-”

Her mouth opened, a tongue hanged, her breath ran astray as her whole body shivered. Hands into claws that dug deeper into Rindo’s thigh, a back that arched and legs that opened further to invite the Barbarian to ravage like she’s done. The Reinhardt then nestled her lips against Rindo’s thigh so she could unfurl her moans against the skin.
Something no one shall hear.

“Keeh… ha… mmmm… mm.. Ha- N-NO!”

Consumed by the butterflies, the redhead’s mercy lies within the Barbarian's hands. Something sharp pinched their thigh; a set of teeth that marked the flesh, sudden and vicious.

[pikazard]

After a bout of uncharacteristic submissiveness from the Barbarian Rindo was able to turn the tables on her dominator and flip her onto her side with Rindo's legs wrapped around her head. Though Rindo was not one to settle for a mere shift in positioning and would instead engage Karla in a contest of endurance as the two of them would take advantage of what was right in their faces and start eating each other out in a 69 position. Pleasure once again overwhelmed Rindo from each lap of her opponent's tongue until she was starting to find it difficult to think about anything else, only this time she had the satisfaction of knowing that she was giving just as good as she got to Karla who was also going crazy.

Soon her efforts would prove to bear fruit as Karla started to fall behind in their little competition, crying out for the barbarian to slow down while moaning from pure overwhelming pleasure "Hehehe, I don't... haaah... think I will!!!" Rindo cried in utter ecstasy, her face a picture of pure joy as she finally found the domination she was looking for. For all her haughty arrogance and declarations of superiority Karla had been reduced to a lust-addled slut thanks to the sexual prowess of Rindo! The barbarian was on Cloud Nine right now!

"YOWCH!!!"

Which was why she didn't quite appreciate it when Karla ruined her moment by biting her on the leg like a beast! Rindo's instincts kicked in and she instantly released Karla's hips so that her hands could instead go down to protect her wounded area, rolling away from Karla to make some distance between the two of them as she sought to tend to her thigh "Agh! It's fine if you wanna be kinky but let me know first, that hurt!" she barked, a slight sulk to her voice as she was hoping she could have finished Karla off right there and then. Though she wasn't too upset about it, as this did mean that the match would continue and they'd get to have even more fun.