Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya, blinded by the fingers of her opponent, began to panic and defend herself at all costs so as not to take a blow by surprise or worse, a catch that would handicap her during the rest of the game! Her fists wandered and threw themselves into a chaotic and hazardous movement. Of course, Kaguya’s fists didn’t hit her target, even if she did, she wouldn’t have drawn a lot unless her opponent was very weak. The mistress also tried to move back a few steps, not knowing where her opponent was, she did not want to be attacked from behind.

The silvery-haired ojou was just beginning to open her eyes as she was being accepted in a rather unique way. Her jaw met her opponent’s forehead just after her arm was caught and then shot forward.

"Kahh! "

It was painful. Painful enough for Kaguya to keep her mouth open for a few seconds, but not enough to keep her scared. Now that her eyes were wide open and her previous panic turned into anger. She hated to receive blows as sneaky as what she had received with the gourd or when her eyes were targeted, a shame for an equally sneaky woman.

Her eyebrows frowned again and Kaguya raised her leg to give a simple forehead kick on her opponent’s stomach, looking to push her back and maybe even knock her down. Only, perhaps because of recent events and her anger, the silvery-haired mistress missed attention and forgot that her arm was still held. If she had any luck, Shimmerlace would drop her after the kick, in the worst case, her opponent would take advantage of it for her next offensive.

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace caught Kaguya's fist. Her grin widened, her voice taking on a lyrical lilt as her poem developed mid-strike.

"Whose tears mixed with blood in a sorrowful flow."

CRACK! Bone struck bone, and--Now don't get her wrong. The feel of Kaguya's flinch, that recoil, that shout.Nyah! Yeah, It was...lovely. But. It hadn't been a crunch, had it? Not the feeling of a nose flattened. She'd missed, damn it, and where she'd hoped to feel Kaguya's snout snap and pour a lovely red stream, all she got was a bit of jawline.

"She’d bark and she'd crash..." Kaguya reeled with an open mouth, just long enough for Shimmer to muse on the kinds of things she might like to stick inside. Pain blared in Shimmer's own skull, too, of course, as they stumbled around the ring, arm clasped to arm. Shimmer's voice rose, cresting to a drunken kind of shout. "And blindly she'd thrash, leavin' folks laughin'...wherrrrrever--"

They Feychild made a fist, and she had a vision of sending it to crack against Kaguya's larynx, only it never got there because before she could strike, Kaguya kicked. Her heel pressed into Shimmer's gut just as the Feychild pulled back to prepare her strike.

"Hrk--!" Spit sprayed from her mouth, and she hunched over, and her breath caught in her throat and flew out half-choked. The force of it knocked her off balance, and she could practically feel the deadly follow up forming in her opponent's mind. Her eyes narrowed. Nah. If she was going down, she felt, they were going together. Her hand was still locked on to Kaguya's wrist, and as a wave of pain and nausea burst from her tum, she dug in her heels and yanked backwards, aiming to drag them both into a sprawl on the mat, rolling fairy over mistress.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Now it was sure, Kaguya’s opponent was drunk and didn’t play a person, nobody could sing too. Weird being so dark. This only annoyed Kaguya even more than expected, making her even more eager to hit her opponent’s small belly with a simple front kick.

Her ppponent eventually backs up as expected and leans back, her fall was only a matter of seconds now. But her hand was still loose? What was Shimmerlace waiting for to free Kaguya? Shit, Kaguya had miscalculated her shot and was now going to fall with her opponent on the ground, but at least her fall found herself ammorti by the body of the pinkette.

"Tch! You really are an idiot!"

Kaguya showed her discontent by sitting up on her opponent. She expected the alcoholic woman to be a little dizzy after this fall but no, she had a strong enough mind to be able to roll with Kaguya on the mat, starting a catball from the beginning of the game. Kaguya obviously accepted the catball, but she grabbed the hands of her opponent to stop her from pulling her beautiful hair if the desire took her, she hated it.

Kaguya had no special plan except to roll as much as possible with her opponent until he found herself on it. She knew now that her other wrestler was drunk, maybe it could be turned to her advantage, or maybe not...

[Malkavia]

The wrestlers lost their footing and the world spun all turnamajig and whirligigimagog, lights heaving this way and that, and all Shimmerlace had to do was duck into the current.

They tumbled over once, slammed — plunk — Shimmer’s back into the mat, bounced and rolled forward head over heels in a somersault. Now for half a tick she was on top, and her hair caught in her mouth while she cackled, but the ball kept rolling. "Eejit indeed!" As the two of them made their last spin with Kaguya ascendant, Shimmerlace hooked her legs around the matron’s waist, locked the ankles, and squeezed. Slam! her back hit the mat, her hands pressed at her sides under Kaguya’s weight. "Fool of the foggy sky-tilted court am I!"

And there they lay, swaying as the Beast waited out in the stands, mindless and stupid and salivating. More more more! Shimmerlace could hear it baying in the restless shuffle of thousands of impatient shits, leaning out of their seats to see where this was going.

Shimmer heaved her shoulders off the mat, thrusting her chest into Kaguya’s as her half-lidded eyes rolled into the lovely pink pools of the Mistress’s glare. Her voice lowered to a growl. "And the Fool’s fuckin’ tired of these bedroom cuddles." As she tilted her head and sneered her challenge, the Feychild slurped up a mouthful of spit, rolled it once over her tongue, and sprayed a mist of slobber at Gray-Hair’s face.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The catball went rather well on the side of Kaguya, although she fell by surprise, she managed rather easily to regain the advantage by finding herself on her opponent. Her hands were still clinging to her opponent’s hands so he could tackle them against the ring mat and her legs were trying as best they could to keep Shimmerlace’s lower body against the mat.

"Grrr... Gnnh!."

The ojou grumbled slightly, she did not expect to have so much difficulty to tackle an opponent under her weight, especially a woman who looked barely heavier than her. Was it because of her strength? Damn, she really had to work on it, it was getting frustrating.

But her sorrows did not stop there, the pinkette dared to use something that no one had done before for Kaguya, the spit in the face. The silver hair, offended, did not let go of her opponent’s hands to wipe her face, she preferred to lower her head to the chest of her opponent and move her head from left to right to remove all the slime that she had in the face on the top of her opponent.

It lasted a few seconds... But Kaguya did not seem to raise her head. Obviously, after all her low blows she was angry, very angry. She took advantage of the position of her head to bite the chest of her opponent with all her strength. Allowed or not, Kaguya was not going to let go of her opponent’s chest without being forcibly repelled, she was determined to make as many draws as possible with her bite.

"NHOOOMMMMM!"

[Malkavia]

It wasn't hard to read the anger in Kaguya. From the wrinkles in her face, to the stiffness her posture, to the ember-glow in her eyes, you could taste it, and it was sweet as sugar—until, of course, it translated into teeth on the Feychild's tit.

The transition was quick: Half an instant of soft skin along the sensitive curve of her breast. A murmur passed between Shimmer's lips, and her locked-in leg-guard rocked her opponent from side to side, squeezing harder as a thrill of pleasure passed along her back. Kaguya might have been on top, but when she buried her face in Shimmer's chest, the Feychild felt a sense of looking down while she watched.

Then, something red and hot. Something sharp. An alarm

"Eh-hey there—ACH...!"

It didn't stay red long. Pain arced. Shimmerlace gave a start, started breathing quick and jerking as the red in her chest turned to white. "That fuckin—fuckin' trout shit on a—FUCK FUCK—" Jerks became bucks, and no one watching could have any doubt—this was an animal in pain, jerking and squirming, desperate as a raccoon with its paw caught in snare with sharp metal teeth. Sweat ran down Shimmer's back, ice-cold one moment, then hot the next. FUCK FUCK FUCK— was the inner message, but what came out of her mouth was more grunts and shapeless shouts.

She heaved into a roll, putting all her strength into getting on top—even while a small part of the brain behind her wide-eyed, jack-o-lantern grinning maw of a face knew: this wasn't going to stop regardless of whether she was topside, sideways, or fuckin' diagonal.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya’s fangs did not leave her opponent marble, any woman would scream in pain at such a low blow, even Kaguya. But for the moment it was the one who directed this match and who had the ascendant, the pinkette was struggling as best as she could, by putting all her strength and energy into it, she could not force Kaguya to release her chest.

However, she had managed to roll to the side to find herself on Kaguya, which was not much from an outside point of view but changed enormously for the ojou who did not learn to serve as a fauteil for her opponent. Even if she continued to bite her opponent, the fact of being under her opponent irritated to the point.

It was almost humiliating, if she wanted to be above it was obviously because it was the place attributed to the dominant and simply because people will see it better from this angle. She had to do it again, and faster.

"Nnnnnnghhh!"

Without losing a second, Kaguya begins to use her hands to push Shimmerlace to the side and roll with her again to get over her as she was a few seconds ago. But unlike the public, Kaguya had not noticed that she was getting closer to the edge of the ring and would fall out of the ring with her opponent if the latter decided to roll again in the same direction.

[Malkavia]

This cunt had been latched on long enough that the bite stopped feeling like a sharp incision and more like a spreading burn. It became delocalized, a floating ball of ache in her chest that made her back twitch, though she could still feel the tongue...slick, and fucking ticklish somehow in spite of all the OW at the tooth-tips. Drool ran between Shimmer's breasts, mingling with the sweat while they shook. Her back arched up, fell back and slapped the mat.

She took a breath. She stared at the light overhead. Curled her toes. And snarled and heaved.

It took push. It took straining her core and flexing her hips. But she got Kaguya underneath her, and it was a glittering moment, like cresting the surface of a lake. Best of all, her arms slipped free, which meant her fingers could go straight to Kaguya's scalp. There might have been a dullard or two out in the seats who'd expect her to try and rip her tit free, but that would hurt like Hell right? It would be a good way to get the breast ripped off. Nah. She grabbed her face and tried to push her in. She leaned over, pressing herself into Kaguya's face with a breast smother.

But Kaguya--you had to give her credit. The moment Shimmerlace got her pressed to the figurative dirt, she could feel the heat rising out of her furious dominatrix body, and she knew--if her strategy depended on keeping pinned someone this accustomed to control while her body was still fresh...Well. Then Shimmer had better come up with a new plan quick. They tumbled over, Shim clutching Kaguya's face to her breast, shouting as her hair whipped. "C'mon...C'MON WRIGGLY. WRIGGLY. PIGGLY. WIGGLY FUCK--" She barely knew what she was saying, but it felt good to shout. It was like breathing but angrier. She slammed the mat, on bottom again. They were inches from the ring's edge.

Kaguya clenched her jaw. Shimmer's back arched and her mouth made an "o." "O" for Ooooh fuckin' FUCK and ooooh pixie piss and "o" for oh, the sound she made gasping for breath as a sharp pain made her fingers clench and asshole shudder. She felt for a moment what it meant for Kaguya to be on top, not just physically, but. "On top" the way Kaguya looked on top when she sat atop her litter into the ring, and the way she felt now perched on Shimmer's chest. It was sweet little twinge in the gut. But then, Shimmer breathed in deep, scrunched her eyes closed, and pulled Kaguya's face hard as she could into her chest. "...Be a good wee babe..." Her voice was breathy. She twisted her hand, ripping at Kaguya's hair. "...And suck my tit."

One last heave, and she aimed to send them both toppling under the ropes and out of the ring.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya had made a wise decision by deciding to roll with her opponent to find herself. Indeed, the young Ojou had no real reason to roll again, her teeth were still piercing the chest of her opponent. Despite her "advantage" and thanks to her stubbornness, Kaguya much more than finding herself in a dominant position, she escaped a breast smother!

Fortunately Kaguya escaped, her advantageous situation could have been reversed in a few seconds and she hated breast smother! Just thinking that the pinkette had dared this kind of blow annoy her more than she already was.

She then clenched her teeth a little harder to hurt her opponent who should probably get used to the pain. The fight was slowly becoming boring, it was a rather special match and yet, there is only one bite of very striking... For now.

Kaguya had not noticed where in the ring she was with her opponent but she quickly understood when the pinkette started rolling again. She no longer felt the carpet, she felt emptiness for half a second before falling to the ground, dropping her opponent because of the pain on her arm.

"Nyaaagh!.."

Despite falling, Kaguya tried to straighten up as quickly as possible to raise her arm and move her hand, making a sign to approach her but to whom? She straightened up by caressing her head and a woman approached her, it was her maid Kuromaru, who handed Kaguya’s main weapon while remaining silent. Kaguya evidently took her weapon, a black whip, and hit the palm of her hand with it while looking at her opponent in front of her. Kuromaru took the opportunity to take a few steps back, she did not want to disturb her mistress more than that in her match and she knew when she had to intervene.

"Good, now the real match begins, you can always give up and become my bitch now~"

[Malkavia]

Kaguya's mouth unlatched from Shimmer's breast as they fell, leaving a wet, red welt where her lips used to be. They both hit the ground hard, and even though Shimmerlace felt the impact through Kaguya's body, it still gave the fairy's joints a mighty shake. After a beat and some shared groans, the two rolled off each other and began the hard work of clambering back to their feet.

The air felt cool against the Feychild's breast. With all her wrenching, Kaguya had stretched the fabric at the front of Shimmer's costume, tearing at a shoulder seam. Shimmerlace had barely noticed while she was in the throes of it, but as she stood up, the loose cup of her costume's built-in bra fell forward, leaving her breast exposed. And bleeding. Red speckled the front of Shimmer's white outfit, and a thin red stream ran from the bite-marks just over her nipple. It fucking stung. If anything, getting free seemed to make the skin burn brighter, more angrily, and she bit down hard on her knuckle to push down the pain.

Meanwhile, the world clocked apace. A maid passed her mistress a whip. Shim took one look and let her lips snake into a smile. Love it.

She would have said it outloud, except her mouth wasn't exactly free just then. When she'd bitten down on her gloved knuckle, it hadn't just been to sedate some of the roaring ache in her tit. There had been a thin plastic cartridge embedded into the glove that extended down to her wrist, and when she bit down, it released a thin chemical soup into her mouth. It was pink and soon mixed with a wad of saliva, and it when it touched her mucous membranes — her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the insides of her mouth — it burned like the juice of a ghost pepper. Which is more or less what it was.

The burn spread up the hard palate into her nasal cavity, which began to run at the same time her eyes began to stream down her cheeks, but by then she was charging across the cement for Kaguya. She had her fist raised, but her mind was on those lovely pink peepers. She'd already made them cry for her once by scraping her thumbs along them. After Shimmer spat Gloaming Sap and sprayed 5-alarm capsaicinoids across that smooth, delicate ocular tissue, who knows—maybe they'd swell shut?