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

[Monsy]

Tongue vs tongue, a rage of hateful love dawned between the redheads who thirsted for their break and domination they felt accustomed to. Moans, whimpers and whines, the sounds of sex was surpreme. The wet taste of each other’s crotch; sweat which gleamed the body, so thick that Karla wanted to strip. All this leather. All this pleasure had suffocated her will into mere shivers. The begs and whimpers are too feeble. Like honey and sugar, it riled her opponent’s tongue to ravage her core; to shiver and whine, the Reinhardt nearly screamed before she hug her teeth into the flesh.

The distance allowed a humble recovery. Limbs strewn across her belly, a hog breath cusped her voice as she layed gaped towards the ceiling. A burn swept her lungs as she turned to one side, a one drift betwixt her legs. Both warm and wet, the arousal coated her digits much like Karla’s own mouth that dripped drool from the corner.

〝Haah… hah.. A … hah… Reinhardt…〞

She mounted onto her knees and planted a foot. An attempt to stand was mounted but she resettled onto the single knee. A breath like embers slithered, punished only by her lungs, the same instruments used to scream her approval for Rindo’s action, now turned to venom.

〝Doesn’t ask permission… 〞

Strain consumed her thighs in the push. She struggled upright, knees together and sleek with a looming wetness. There was a shiver that addled both knees when she tried to walk, one hand per thigh in a slouch.

〝We take… d-dominate…. There’s nothing that stops us, especially against dogs like… like…. Like you!〞

She tried to straighten, then step and again. Both legs rattled until they broke and Karla collapsed to her right, where she threw an arm over the top rope and careened. Weight invested into the side, she stumbled back towards the corner so her sweat addled leather back leaned onto the turnbuckle, head tilted up and a wide star towards the spiralling lights.

〝D-dammit… t-this is p-preposterous. 〞

She stuck out her finger, brows rallying to denounce Rindo’s existence with her mere glare.

〝S-stay away!〞

[pikazard]

After being denied her pleasure by Karla's bite Rindo was more than a little frustrated, from both anger at the pain of having Karla's pristine teeth sinking into her thigh and from the sexual pleasure that she had missed out on because she was forced to separate their bodies right at the good part! This frustration would empower the redhead as she forced her shaky legs to stand once again and turned to lay eyes on her target, but upon seeing her rival slumping against the corner Rindo's smile would return to her face "Kehehe... so I'm a dog huh?"

When Karla jabbed a finger at Rindo and ordered her to stay away the Barbarian's whole body would seemingly become lit with excitement "Well it's time for this dog to get her pound of flesh!" Despite the exhaustion that had been plaguing Rindo up until now she would seemingly get a second wind from seeing Karla exposing her vulnerability, a wind that would push her along as she charged right at Karla like a Bull who caught a tomato stall in its gaze! If Karla wasn't able to stop or evade her charge then Rindo would smash right into her for a corner body splash, looking to flatten the heel between a rock and a hard place and squeeze the resistance out of her!

[Monsy]

She tucked herself deep into the corner’s embrace. The warmth of her sweat-kissed back nursed an ice turnbuckle that poked her back, so chills fizzled along the spine. She leaned over it; her shoulders grew heavy the more she did so, and her chin veered up to hurdle another long dry breath. A hand drifted down to her shaking thigh, where the inner swath was tucked with pressed-together knees, but that sense of shame burrowed deep into her scarlet cheeks, the sweat all-around her body, the blitzing heart-rate, the taste of womanhood on her tongue that smeared the lips, fingers and her own taste that glistened off the latex off her inner thighs. It showed in her dishevelled hair, too, with the vermillion tresses strewn into tangents that splayed down her back, spilled over-shoulder to go down her arm, or her chest, just enough to conceal their arousal. And across her face too, as loose strands curtained both eyes and that loose curl down her shoulder grew even straighter as she stroked it to calm down.

She was looking towards the lights, shaken with an open mouth; her lips wetted by a growl as her free hand reached to the ropes and pushed off. There was a short stumble forward, and her shoulders threw themselves forward; her arms draped before her person, and her eyes waded through the hair to glimpse at Rindo’s charge.

“W-Wait, S-ST-”

Her hand tried to raise, but they crushed it between her body and Rindo’s. Their breasts mashed, and she bashed back first into the turnbuckle. Her spine turned to twine, and gelatin replaced her muscle with lips that squealed a puppyish croak. She spat her remaining breath and mouthful of spit towards the mat. And her legs kicked out, lifted and brushed Rindo’s outer thighs, high as their waist, before they collapsed back to the mat, balanced on her high heels.

“G-mmm...gg-guh…. I w-won’t forgive t-that...”

Her chin dipped as she spoke, where whimpers cursed themselves out. Her whole body shivered, pinned against a heavier body and left nothing more than a sandbag, suspended only by their mercy.

[pikazard]

With Rindo rushing right at Karla with the wind at her back the aristocratic redhead would have no time to get out of the way of her charge, in fact all Karla was able to achieve in this time was attempt to futilely demand she stop and raise a hand to attempt to stop her in her tracks. Unfortunately Karla was not quite strong enough to stop the high-speed charge of Rindo's 145lb body with just one hand, so Rindo would plow into Karla and crush her between the Barbarian's toned powerful form and the harsh padded metal of the turnbuckle. Feeling Karla's latex-clad body being squashed by her own put a huge grin on Rindo's face as she kept the aristocrat suspended against the post, and her good mood was made all the better as she got an up close and personal look at Karla's face from within kissing distance as the proud woman whimpered from the pain.

This gave the deviant red-head an idea; one that would see her snaking a hand to grab Karla by the back of the head while still keeping her pinned against the turnbuckle. If Karla was unable to stop her then Rindo would pull her in for a deep kiss, moaning into her lips as she sought to invade them with her tongue. As Rindo kept the kiss in place she could taste her own juices on Karla's tongue, and judging from the almost loving look of lust on the Barbarian's face she seemed to be absolutely intoxicated by the sensation!

If Karla was unable to break free from the kiss then Rindo would keep it up for another minute before slowly releasing the kiss, pulling away from Karla's face with a strand of saliva connecting their tongues. Rindo would then slowly back up and step away from Karla's body, releasing her and allowing her body to fall if it so wished. Either way the redhead would look down at Karla with a smile that somehow managed to look both smug and satisfed and a rouge tint to her cheeks "So... have you forgiven me now?"

[Monsy]

Her spine felt broken into fragments when Rindo collided. Barbaric was how her muscles unhinged, reduced to little weights as her arms dripped off her sides and her hips kissed theirs. Their push suspended her, her head and eyes rolled back beneath Rindo’s gaze. Tongue lulled on her bottom lip as she sagged without a muscle to twitch, punch or throw. Her lips became warmed and married by the Barbarian, and her red lipstick now painted Rindo’s brims as her open mouth was easy to invade. Their tongues now wrestled for dominance as Rindo’s arm pressed on her head’s rear, and Karla’s arm slinked around their neck to pull herself in with a moan. Her eyes closed, and her legs wrapped around their wrist so her drenched cunt could roll itself on Rindo’s stomach as she fell deeper into the turnbuckle by Rindo’s pressure. The longevity stole her heart rate. It felt like it was the last kiss she’d ever receive, making her lungs ache and heart thunder. The pain was like a welcomed spring, a balance to pleasure as her pre-cum wetted each other’s tongues.

Even bliss could be finite. No matter how warm it felt inside, how your face burned, heart raced, and body stood at attention, they must part. A line of sweat could mesh between their bodies, forced together by Karla’s leg grip and Rindo’s domineering. Karla was pinned to the corner even then. Her head drooped back as it did before, and a hand swiped her mouth. “No. Actually, I feel like I hate you more.”

Her legs unravelled and planted the canvas. They felt almost numb, warm to move and heavy to spring. Her arms snapped to clutch Rindo’s throat, and one hand piled over the other; her weight threw itself towards the side so they’d turn around, and Rindo would find her back pressed against the turnbuckle. One hand now whipped up around Rindo’s red tress and grabbed a fistful, then pulled down into Karla’s kiss. Her lips peppered theirs, her tongue rolled across their bottom and top lip before she poked at their tongue. The taste drew Karla in that sought to swirl around Rindo’s tongue and invite it to slow dance. Her breasts pressed into Rindo’s abdomen, brushed up and down as Karla lurched on her tippy toes and whimpered for more. A knee pushed between Rindo’s legs; her thigh coursed their crotch in slow strokes, as did Karla’s hand that dipped down to find their pussy to press a thumb across their folds. Gentle strokes padded their clit, circular with firm pressure, then soft like an angel’s breath.

Once her breath had been robbed, Karla would retreat but remain an inch from their lips, where saliva left them as one once again. “That’s how you kiss.”

[pikazard]

For what felt like a minute but was probably only about 10 to 20 seconds Rindo would indulge herself in the kiss she was forcing Karla to share with her, though judging from the heated response the heel gave her it didn't seem that she minded all that much. Unwilling participants didn't wrap their legs around the aggressors waist after all, nor did they moan back the way Karla did. It was reactions like that in contrast to her prideful nature that was seriously making Rindo fall for this woman. All good things must come to an end though and soon Rindo would pull her lips away from Karla's, though their faces were still less than an inch apart as she taunted Karla and was told that she was hated in response "Aww, come on you love m- aack!"

Rindo's banter would be cut off with a hand to her throat that was used to swing her round and swap their positions so that it was now Rindo's back that felt the cold touch of the turnbuckle. Before Rindo could recover Karla would pull her barbaric opponent into a kiss of her own, one that was even rougher than Rindo's own kiss that hadn't exactly been gentle, while also taking advantage of their close proximity to press their bodies into each other and start grinding them together. Rindo's face heated up to the point where Karla might feel it radiating off of her, moaning into her mouth as her senses were overloaded with pleasure from the treatment she was receiving. Rindo even went as far as to start grinding her hips into Karla's hand, going quite against the objective of a hentai match as the wetness between her legs started to stain Karla's gloves.

When the kiss ended and the two separated once more Rindo's tongue would follow Karla's out of the mouth, keeping the strand of saliva that connected their mouths alive as long as possible "mmmm... haaah... p-point taken..." she mewled. Despite her love of domination Rindo actually didn't mind being on the other side of these altercations so long as it didn't cost her the match, a factor that led to her current state as she flashed quite an intense look of pleasure with her eyes rolled up and her tongue sticking out. Karla had likely seen post-orgasm faces that looked more modest than what was was seeing on Rindo's face.

While it might seem to everyone else that Rindo had been rendered docile from the kiss it would prove to not actually be the case, as only Karla would see Rindo's hazy eyes suddenly sharpen before she reared her head back as much as she could in the heel's grasp before throwing her skull forward to crash into Karla's! Rindo was a slave to her desires, that much was true, but her lust for battle and domination also overpowered her straight up carnal desires so even in a lust-addled state like this she had such a one-track mind that she was able to focus on her goal of dominating Karla.

Speaking of which Rindo needed to get back to it, and since she'd worked so hard to bring Karla to the corner she should probably make use of the position. She would seek to do so by bending down and grabbing Karla by the back of the knees before attempting to haul her up off the mat and yanking back so that Karla would either land front-first onto the turnbuckle or fall out of the ring! Rindo was actually hoping for the former, but Karla didn't need to know that "Up we go!"

[Monsy]

The two wrestled with their tongues, where Karla sought to pin their wet muscle in this new ring. Her mouth melted into Rindo’s aggression, the taste of her arousal drenched her tongue, and Karla sucked it up, then moaned. And her body sunk lower, so Rindo would just have to follow their height difference. Sweat mounted beneath her bodysuit; she could it off, and rubbed on Rindo’s frame like she were bare. A leg and hand between their legs, a second in their hair to pull them closer, feel their body heat and bathe in their skin. It’s a shame lungs had a finite capacity… She withdrew with a rose face; her eyes blinked slowly, half-spent, and her shoulders bobbed from the laboured breathing. The Barbarian became her ledge to lean on, with Karla’s leg trembling, and her core rode their thigh like Rindo’s own. Even her hands shook as she lowered her hands to Rindo’s collar. She took her glistening glove from Rindo’s womanhood and inserted the digits into her mouth to lick them clean, one by one, moaning a short tune on each suckle. “Mm… Good… It seems you’ve finally learned your place, Hundhcen.”

The power was overwhelming and she closed her eye to chuckle. The darkness in that moment became the only standing truth as Rindo’s skull sent hers reeling back. “O-OW!!” She looked at the lights and was blinded; she whimpered, the pain overshadowed only by her body switched off. Her mouth hung open and she drooled as Rindo got a grasp, and those arms flailed as Rindo threw her over her shoulder and Karla folded onto their back. The throw was like heaping a wet sheet as her lithe frame sprawled across the turnbuckle, her cheek smothered into the post, hips on the pad, legs dangling inside the ring while those arms draped outside. She could see nothing but stars and grey spots as she drooled onto the post, groaning her own symphony. Both arms clawed her way to her head, grabbing fistfuls of the impacted zone. Everything throbbed, so intense that she felt it in her upper back. All her strength dissolved as she tried to push off the pads and back into the ring, if not that, then turn over by pressing on the post, looking over her shoulder to find her opponent with those punch-drunk eyes. “A-Ahhh…. What…”

[pikazard]

With Karla's intense kiss leaving Rindo a horny mess the aristocrat could easily be forgiven for thinking that she had dominated her fellow redhead, but this would only leave her off guard when Rindo fought through the haze in her mind to smash their skulls together with a vicious headbutt. That impact was just what Rindo needed to snap herself out of it, she still felt a distracting throbbing between her legs and her breath was still heavy and hot but her mind was now more focused on her goal of demolishing Karla.

A goal that Rindo would work towards by lifting Karla up and throwing her back so that she was painfully perched onto the corner turnbuckle. Rindo turned and approached Karla as the redhead attempted to push herself off the pad, attempts that Rindo would swiftly put an end to by grabbing her by the hips "No no, you're not going anywhere, hehe" Rindo would then once again lean in until her face was nuzzled against Karla's rear through the hole she had made in her attire before beginning to kiss her womanhood and tease it with her tongue, hoping to get a verbal reaction from her opponent as she forced her to fight both pleasure from the kissing and balance atop the post.

[Monsy]

She slunk over like a wet cloth, mumbling curses as her noodle-arms vied to push on the post while she fought the abyss that settled over her eyes. That drunk mud that sheathed her from realizing anything. But she'd feel Rindo did, delving her fingers into Karla's lithe hips, pushing her forward. The nestle of their face between her cheeks, warm yet full, then the serene touch of brims across her folds like touching flower petals. The gentle tease made her forget all that transpired. Like being alone in her own room with one other, the mood just right, if not a little violent. Her mouth turned loose as she arched up and honeyed out a short low-pitched moan. This bodysuit made her a furnace lathered her in sweat, sensitive to Rindo's tongue that was like an ice-pack. "A-Ahh…. Mmnn…"

Karla's head dipped and shook, then moaned again as she flopped back down across the post, gripping it with two hands. Her hips rolled with Rindo's motions, then squirmed forward, trying to get away and back again, right into their face like a seat. Another whimper spilled, and Karla finally bit her bottom lip, then gasped. She shuffled to the side, taking the top rope with her hands, then looking over her shoulder.

"If I w-won't go, then you will!" She said as her legs tried to snap up and envelop Rindo's head from both sides. One leg curled around, the other stretched over the foot for a figure-four. Then she'd throw her upper body over the top, reach for the bottom rope and whip her lower half, trying to execute Rindo over the top rope and crumple to the outside.

[pikazard]

After forcing her red-headed adversary atop the turnbuckle Rindo would soon find herself back in what was quickly becoming her favourite location; her face between Karla's thighs! Rindo hummed in delight as she forced Karla to moan sweetly in spite of her prideful nature, a contradiction that made Rindo love the sound all the more, while also being treated to the sensation of the aristocrat's attempts to escape causing her to push her ass back and forth into Rindo's face "Mmmm~" The Barbarian was in a state of complete bliss!

Sadly all good things had to come to an end, and this end came when Karla snapped back at her before ensnaring her head with her legs; something that for a good few moments Rindo didn't mind at all. What made her care just a little more was when Karla threw her bodyweight forward off the post, sending Rindo up over the post and leaving her tumbling down to ringside "Waaaaaah!?!" Just like that Rindo's bliss became agony as she was smashed against the outside floor in a crumpled heap, weakly moaning in pain as she rolled onto her back. She wasn't getting up any time soon, leaving Karla plenty of time to recover and possibly take advantage of this.