Rough Start

[BlackAkuma]

It might’ve been a little silly to gel with someone you’d only known for a few minutes, tops, but some people just click with one another, and that was the vibe Sheila was getting from Nerissa. It wasn’t the fact that she was hotter than sin, horny as hell, and that she was clearly all in on whatever kinky fun the two of them could get into. Those were factors, sure, but not the key point of attraction, here. No, Sheila just had a thing for women with her own streak going on. Wild, crazy, living for the moment, not wasting too much time with courting bullshit. It was the sort of breakneck pace she loved with her partners, and while she could’ve easily taken this to the bedroom - and maybe would, sooner or later - she’d much rather take this to the ring and have her fun there.

Sheila had a deep chuckle at the idea of dipping into Nerissa’s toy collection. She didn’t have the first clue what the woman kept, didn’t know much about sex toys beyond the barebones basics, but that was fine. The unknowing was the fun of it, the risk of wild experience. Whether she was wrestling, fucking, or something in between, Sheila was all about getting thrills.

”Dead cert, I would.” Sheila gripped Nerissa’s ass even tighter, digging into the muscle and kneading it between her fingers. That was the great thing about skinnier women like them, they had so little getting in the way of their fun, nothing to stop them from caressing the tight sinews underneath. Sheila had no qualms with bigger, bulkier women, loved herself a thick girl every now and again, but her general preferences were close to what Nerissa brought to the table. Lean and mean.

So, they were on the same page, more or less. Just a matter of hammering down the details.

Sheila closed her eyes as Nerissa moved her head about, manipulating her, moving her this way and that. There was something electric about this woman’s touch, the little way her fingers grazed along the skin, tickling the fine hair with the lightest touch. It was enough to make her toes curl, and when that tongue slathered its way over her lips…yes. The idea of being taken right here on this couch was one she could’ve gotten behind.

”Yeah. Fucking like that.” Her voice trailed off as Nerissa threw in some particular, with her body thrusting and grinding against those slim hips, undulating along with her as those thighs squeezed tighter. It was enough to make her own grip loosen for a few seconds, before she regained her senses and went back to it, giving the ass a quick slap before she dug in harder than before.

”Apex, huh?” She’d heard the name before, didn’t know all the particulars, didn’t care that much. She wasn’t even thinking about titles yet, just wanted to get established and have some fun. And while she’d never had a humiliation match, it sounded like something she could get behind, far more when you added the extra element to it. ”You had me at ‘hardcore’. Make it happen. I’m in.”

Only one thing left to do, then - seal the deal, make it official. And since they were in an awkward position for a handshake, Sheila saw one way to make that happen.

She leaned up, strained against the grip on her hair, pressed her lips against Nerissa, and took her in for a whirlwind of a kiss.

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"Shhhhhh..." Nerissa hissed like a real snake at the moment when her ass received a slap.

Yes, everything that was happening was exactly what was close to her heart. The main principle of Nerissa's life was true freedom. The Native American woman always does only what she wants, without paying the slightest attention to the opinions of other people. Rules and restrictions are invented for those who are weak in spirit, for those who are only able to be part of the system. And they all forget about one simple thing. You can never know what will happen tomorrow. And so they will never be able to understand why only the current day is important.

Sheila was one of the few who, like Nerissa, saw the true essence of things. It was impossible to explain, but the Native American woman knew that this blonde lived by the same principles as Nerissa herself. Perhaps in some aspects Sheila lacked some knowledge or some experience. But it's a huge world. You can't know absolutely everything. But when you are not afraid to go into the unknown, following your desires, it means that you already have something that most people have deprived themselves of. Freedom.

A real fire lit up in Nerissa's eyes when she heard the Australian woman's answer. She felt a strange movement in her stomach. It was definitely sexual arousal. What was the reason? Nerissa was madly in love with hardcore matches and no less she loved hentai matches. The match that Sheila agreed to was the ultimate dream of the Native American woman, especially considering that her manager, Victoria, could not find her a match like that.

"Then get ready." Nerissa said, shaking the tip of her nose against the tip of the blonde's nose. "Because you've never met a woman like me in the ring."

And something told her that Sheila held the same position. This made the situation even hotter. In the LAW ring Nerissa has already managed to meet unusual women in unusual conditions. But Sheila was a different kind of berry. This Australian woman was similar to Nerissa herself in many things. This became best understood at the moment when the blonde, despite the grip on her hair, moved her head forward and their lips met in a kiss.

"Mmmmm..." Nerissa moaned.

The long-haired woman, without hesitating for a second, opened her mouth in order to turn this kiss into something much deeper. She was going to use her unnaturally long tongue to penetrate Sheila's mouth, and then connect their tongues into a single whole like a tangle of snakes.

Without noticing it, Nerissa tightened her fingers even more, literally clinging to the strands of the Australian woman's hair. Perhaps it would even bring the blonde a certain amount of pain, but in a fit of passion it was the last thing Nerissa thought about. Getting more and more aroused she began to move her pelvis back and forth, thereby starting to rub her crotch against the hips and lower abdomen of the blonde. She came here to get a portion of pleasure. But she did not even suspect that everything would turn out this way.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wanted to fuck Nerissa, right here and right now.

That was probably obvious from just about everything she’d said and did in the last few minutes, and it wasn’t even that weird of a thing. She wouldn’t call herself a sex fiend, but back home she’d hardly gone a week without someone warming up her bed. Her shows always attracted one or two ladies who were looking for a good time, and - provided she was still able to walk on her own two feet after her match for the evening - she was all too happy to give it to them.

But this was different. This, maybe, the fastest she had ever gone from meeting someone to wanting to hammer them like a stubborn nail in…probably ever, if she was being honest, and she wasn’t sure why. Something about her and Nerissa sort of clicked. Love at first sight? Nah, fuck that, she didn’t even believe in that sort of thing. But lust at first sight? That, she could get behind.

Just one problem. One, niggling thing: The match.

That thought creeped along the perimeter of her brain while Nerissa’s tongue worked its magic, winding its way around Sheila’s mouth and showing off an impossible length. She had a brief, muffled yelp of surprise when that tongue reached even further than she thought was possible, but it was replaced by a dark chuckle soon enough - she liked it. She fucking loved it. All the things that a tongue like this could do, with a body like that backing it up, and someone with Nerissa’s dirty mind at the wheel? God. A night with her might’ve been too much for even her to handle, but she was up to try.

But, again, the match.

She should’ve saved all this for their match together, kept all their heat for that and just let it all out when they battled. That made sense to her, sure…but sense would only go so far when she had this serpent all over her. She fought, pulled her head away from Nerissa like she was seperating two magnets. ”We should wait, we should-”

She could get hit by a car the second she stepped out of this place.

”Fuck it.” She smacked their heads together so hard she made an audible noise, but the pain was just flavor. She stared deep into Nerissa’s eyes with a maniacal gaze. ”Take me somewhere and fuck me. Now.”

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Damn. There was nothing too unusual about it. It was far from the first time when the events of the evening for Nerissa developed in such a way that she found herself in the company of a hot woman. But then why did she feel so much better now than on any other similar evening? Why, when their tongues danced around each other, she felt waves of pleasure running through her body? Why was Sheila's hot breath literally driving her crazy?

Nerissa was not one to ignore her desires. If she needed something, she was willing to move mountains in order to get it. Pleasure here and now is what she lived for. She wanted to rip the blonde's clothes off. She wanted to run her tongue over Sheila's pussy and make her scream with pleasure. So why hasn't she done it yet?

Yes, this time Nerissa had to fight with herself and her desires. She knew that if they moved on now, it would be hot as hell. But she also knew that if they put it off until their match, then without a doubt it would become something extraordinary. And judging by the words of the Australian woman, which she said after she abruptly broke their kiss, she also held this opinion.

Only a blind man wouldn't have seen the hunger in Nerissa's eyes. She wanted to fuck her. She wanted it more than anything right now. But she has to let go of Sheila's hair. She has to get off of her. She has to say goodbye and leave. In order for their match to be filled with even more passion. But why couldn't she do it? Nerissa mentally ordered herself to get away from Sheila, but her body refused to obey. And what was she supposed to do in that case?

"Ah you little..." Nerissa said, gritting her teeth, the moment Sheila made their heads collide.

At first she thought that the blonde decided not to wait for the match and go to the fight right now. But then the magic words passed through Nerissa's ears. Take me and fuck me. Nerissa's fingers relaxed and she let go of Sheila's hair. The whole body of the native American woman seemed to turn into cotton wool, which is why her palms sank lower, ending up on Sheila's shoulders. For a few seconds she just looked the blonde straight in the eye.

"Hot damn girl..." She said in a slightly trembling voice that was filled with lust. "You needn't ask me twice."

With these words, she intended to firmly grab Sheila by the collar of her T-shirt with her right hand and get to her feet. Was there any chance that after such words she would be able to forget about it until the match? Hell no. They both wanted it. So why put the brakes on the case? Nerissa did not believe in fate and other similar nonsense. But she knew for sure that this meeting was not accidental. It could be called anything, but she was sure that there was a very long story ahead for her and Sheila. And although this evening is not over yet, this evening has already become the beginning of their story.

Everything that happened after Nerissa pulled Sheila by the T-shirt, the Native American woman remembered very poorly. She hardly remembered how she grabbed her boots. She hardly remembered how she left almost half a bottle of whiskey on the table. She hardly remembered how she and Sheila left the club, alternately hammering each other into the walls, not stopping kissing for a second. She hardly remembered how she sat the blonde on her motorcycle. She hardly remembered how she rushed through a few blocks. She hardly remembered how they went up in the elevator, having started tearing off each other's clothes already there. She hardly remembered how they entered her apartment, being already naked.

But she remembered perfectly well that they fucked each other for almost the rest of the night. If Nerissa hadn't taken care of the sound insulation in her apartment, then surely everyone who was in the building would have heard their screams and moans. Despite the fact that a lot of furniture was overturned and even destroyed, they didn't even need a bed. They also did not need the toys that Nerissa had mentioned earlier. Today they were driven by passion. And passion made this night truly beautiful. For the first time in a long time, Nerissa felt that she was left without a single drop of strength at the end. When it was over, they stayed to sleep on the soft carpet, and Nerissa's hair served as a blanket for them. What happened in the morning? Does it really matter? The only thing that mattered was that they both got what they wanted that night. No, not like that. The only thing that mattered was that they both were happy that night.