Inner Demons

[BlackAkuma]

If anyone asked Sheila why she did what she just did…she wouldn’t answer them, really. In part because she didn’t have any patience for people needling in her business, but also because she wasn’t quite sure. She supposed that it came down to her wanting to get into the hot mess that was Kuroi’s head. The woman liked to play games, so they’d play some games, and she’d get everything she wanted with more on top. No more giving up ground, no more being on the back foot.

But then again, maybe she just did it because she felt like it.

Sheila could say a lot of things against Kuroi, make up a whole laundry list, but she couldn't deny that the woman was easy on the eyes. A strong, pleasing body, one that was only slightly marred by her serial killer smile. So, no, she wasn’t exactly turned off the prospect of wrapping her up in a kiss and having an impromptu makeout session in the middle of a dojo. And the temptation to do more than that was both real and strong.

It was good. Damn good. Kuroi was everything Sheila wanted in a lover. Fierce, forceful, feisty. She’d never had much patience for the ones who just sat back and let her go wild on them, giving 10% while she put in 90%. The madwoman was taken off guard at first, not expecting the rush and getting pushed up against the wall, but she got her shite together and reciprocated soon enough, pushing back in kind and giving everything she took. She gripped Sheila’s hair and pulled tight, inadvertently triggering one of her biggest turn ons, and the heat was brought up a few degrees.

Bumping, sliding, grinding, pressing, filling the room with the sound of slapping flesh and muffled moans. Despite what they’d agreed to, Sheila was sorely tempted to just throw it all to the wind and start their match right here and now. Official wins were good, but at the end of the day, she just wanted to beat Kuroi, straight up, and she didn’t care much about the official tally so long as she beat her. If Kuroi was the only person who knew she was beaten, that was enough.

Cooler heads prevailed, though, and they parted after a moment, with Sheila needing a hot second to catch her breath. She was about to make her exit, anyway, when Kuroi’s shove sped her exit up, forcing her to stumble back a few steps. She shrugged off the threat with a shake of the head, and picked up her bat as she made her way over to the sliding doors. ”See you in the ring, Kuroi.”