Bodies in the Sand: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

The fuck did anyone this out of her mind have moans that sounded that damn hot? It was the sort of Siren's call that could lead the big bitch into mistakes, into giving the perky little freak the leg up again in this scuffle, but she kept her composure, kept driving her elbow into the bitch's back for as long as the bony joint could take it. Longer than her back, by the sound of it, and it gave Yuna focus hearing her threats. "Fuck off!" she barked back, flatly. That was becoming a common sentiment shared between them. "You ogle a gorilla the way you ogle me, and you're gonna..." She paused to thrust her elbow deeper. "...end up on a fuckin' list!"

She had wanted to do this the fancy way. Drop her with something that would blindside her. Set her up so she had no defenses. But Sheila Morgan didn't stop, and though Yuna would be loathe to admit it aloud, she didn't make mistakes, either. The raven-haired Aussie figured it was high time that she put her size and weight to good use. She kept her elbow wedged, but only so she could fully throw her weight onto the small of Sheila's back. Time to get ugly. Uglier than things had already gotten, which was a fuckin' achievement.

Both her big paws slapped around the sides of Sheila's head and face, and she dug in, halfway fishhooking the wild punk with her middle fingers. And then she pulled. Hard, groaning and roaring and straining to bend anything back on the smaller Aussie's body that would give. Yeah, there were easier ways to have pulled Sheila upright, to force her to plop on that sweet little butt again with her back to Yuna, but the pain was the point. She could only get her locked down if she overpowered her first - that much was fucking obvious.

[BlackAkuma]

Surprise of surprises, Sheila’s struggles couldn’t get her anywhere, just wasting energy as Yuna continued to drill into her with that fucking elbow. It was one of the worst places to be, especially for someone like her - if she wanted a chance against someone like this, she needed to be up, moving, running around, causing her more trouble than she could. With her body locked down, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do but writhe around and waste energy, which fit right into Yuna’s plans. Whatever-the-fuck they were.

The situation didn’t improve much when that elbow disappeared and Yuna plopped her big booty on her back, keeping her well under control. ”Fuuuuuuuuuck. She let out a long, hoarse growl into the mat as she attempted to push her way up, only for the weight to prove too much and force her back down. She was about to give it another try when the Bloodied Bitch grasped her at the side and forced her to sit up, dragging her back on her bare ass.

”-off, get off!” She squirmed about and flailed as Yuna hauled her around. ”Just wait ‘till I get up, I’m pounding those tits black and blue!”

Fat chance of that happening anytime soon, and they both knew it.

[Crossedes]

Yeah. This was the shit. Down in the trenches, grinding it out. A rugby game as much as it was a wrestling match, except neither of them were wearing those ugly-ass booty shorts. Sheila squirmed deliciously beneath her as she all but broke the smaller Aussie like people broke horses, yanking at her and bending her and forcing her to give into her superior strength. Yuna would ride her, even had the temptation to jump right into that action, but she kept the violence dialed to a hundred and let the lust wait. The longer it waited, the better it would be, especially once she had Sheila too worn out to do anything but submit to her.

The big bitch slid her ass off of Sheila's back as she realized she had the girl high enough to force her onto her ass. She yanked, and Sheila landed on her butt. She yanked again, this time taking a big handful of that hair once more for more revenge. "Like fuck you are!" she roared back, as the latest pull left Sheila's back against her knees. Almost... fucking... there. Showing off some good flexibility, Yuna threw her still-aching legs out so they would be ready to strike. She just had to get a line in first.

"One of us is gonna be red as hell, though!" The big Aussie yanked back once more on Sheila's head, threw out her legs, and scooped the bitch's head right up into the space between one thigh and her calf. The other thigh smushed against the side of her head, and Yuna had grabbed her instep to pull her leg back to lock in the figure four - St. Anges' Guillotine - before Sheila could squirm her way free. No, it wasn't fucking pretty the way she had gotten her into position, but it did the job.

She posted on one foot, bridged, dragged Sheila's head up with the first constriction of her legs. "Tap for me, bitch!" she wailed, like a woman in ecstasy.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Sheila knew her threat was toothless, even as she threw the damn thing out. At this point, she was just saying stuff to keep Yuna from getting the last word - if she couldn't do anything to win on the physical front, she might as well wreck the vocals.

…besides, the more she talked, the more Yuna said shit back, and she was kind of loving the way that the big bitch talked. Not just what she said, but how she said it. There was this sweet quality to the way she talked, some honey under all that trash, and it almost made Sheila wish she could get some sweet talk whispered into her ear. It was the sort of voice she wouldn’t mind going to sleep and waking up to.

Hm. There was a happy thought. Something deep beneath the sea of rage that was roiling around in her brain, as she thrashed about in a desperate bid to get free, get away, get anything before Yuna did whatever she was clearly trying to do. She’d be wrestling long enough to know when someone was trying to get her into a specific position, and that typically meant that a finisher was coming. She’d shown Yuna hers, twice now, and given the way their relationship worked…

Sheila learned the hard way, as the legs she’d been admiring since they ‘d met wrapped around her head, pulled tight, and captured her in the world’s sexiest noose. Muscles engulfed her head, threatened to swallow her face whole, and then there was the constriction on her neck. Breathing was a chore, and speaking was impossible. Fuck, she could barely even hear through these thick legs. The crowd’s roar was muted, nothing but a hum in the distance, and she could only make out what Yuna was saying through the vibrations in her body. Even then, only one word stuck out.

Tap. Yuna wanted her to tap.

For a second, it looked like Sheila might even do it. Her hand came up, raised high, the referee leaned in, it started to descend…

…only for it to stop, ball up, and shoot out a middle finger. If Yuna expected different, she hadn't been paying attention.

[Crossedes]

Anyone of Sheila's size should have been easy for Yuna to yank into position by main strength. But the fact that she wasn't - not fucking close - made Yuna respect her. Yuna didn't respect much of anyone. That was the reason why most crowds who appreciated her brutality at first, like this one, ended up giving her shit. She would beat the living hell out of anyone, anytime, humiliate them, stomp on them, spit on them, whatever she needed to do to get her point across, and she didn't care what sort of reputation it earned her. But Sheila, she respected... almost as an equal. Almost. She'd still be the bottom if they ever fucked in private.

But that respect earned the smaller Aussie nothing as Yuna's thick legs squashed her poor little head. God, it was hot to watch herself crush her opponents - the stuff that could make a girl narcissistic. Sheila's naked body getting involved in the struggle made it that much hotter, and she peered down to watch that sweet ass rumbling around on the canvas. Yuna squeezed, tighter and tighter, her abs and every leg muscle flaring with the effort, and enjoyed her crotch rocking against the back of her head, her wild head of hair. The smile on her face deepened the more she tortured the little shit.

And that middle finger. Fucking right. The smile became a toothy, menacing grin. "Thought that was what you'd say, bitch!" She dropped her hips just long enough to grab Sheila by the hair and pull her back another inch, deeper between her titanic thighs, then posted up again, high onto her hands and toes, and threw her head back to let loose with an almost orgasmic cry as she threw everything she had into blinding Sheila with the next squeeze. "Go. To. Fucking. Sleep!" she yelled, her voice almost cracking with each word, as the crowd ate it up.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, this was turning Sheila on. Not just for the obvious reasons, too. Yeah, she loved having legs like this around, feeling them, even if they were crushing her skull. She loved the smell of the salt and the sex and the sea air, blending together in her nostrils. She loved the tangy taste of sweat on her tongue. She even loved the feel of those muscles, pulsing around her head, growing and grinding and squeezing. God, this bitch was strong.

But more than anything, she just loved the feel of Yuna, of having her at her best and wildest, reveling in her control, lording it over like the great Queen of Bullshit that she was. It made her want to turn the table even more, already thinking of all the ways she could get one over on Yuna and continue their back and forth.

Those would be the thoughts to comfort her as she went out. Because, yes, she was going out - she fought, just like a fish on the hook fights, but there was no getting around the inevitable. As wild as she was, Sheila was still human, and as such she couldn't survive on sexy flesh alone. She fought to the end, but those struggles petered out as time went on. As the darkness crept in, her withering brain decided to make the most of the situation - out came her tongue, licking at Yuna’s thighs, and she pressed her head back to grind the back of her ‘pointy skull’ against Yuna’s crotch. Just giving her a little pleasure, a reward for her efforts, before…

Yeah. Yeah, she was out.

[Crossedes]

She loved the battle, she loved that moment when one competitor got bested and both of them knew it. But most of all, Yuna loved when she could use her body to leave a bitch on the brink. Sheila was brave, tough - even others who wouldn't have considered tapping out for a millisecond would have already been gone, giving up the ghost and letting themselves slip away to ease the pressure. But she kept on fighting, kept on clawing, right up until she could feel the minxy little sheila lap at the back of her calf and grind up against her crotch. Fuck. Finally a bit of submissiveness, and it was the hottest experience of the whole match.

And then she was out. Yuna knew well before the ref did, and she eased up on her legs, just keeping the slumbering Aussie stuck between them long enough for the ref to check her arm. She'd look fucking hilarious on the cameras as her body tried to sink and lips got caught smushed in the crook of Yuna's legs. The ref caught on that she wasn't playing dead after Yuna told her to "Hurry it up, ya fuckstick!", and Yuna let her go as she heard the bell ring for the fall. She tensed up, almost shook with satisfaction, as she reveled in knocking this stubborn shit out.

"Now I've shut you up." And a boon - it was time to play.

She almost opted to sit her crotch right on the girl's face like last time, but that would have been stupid, even for horny Yuna. She would just start eating, and Yuna would be the one to lose. Instead, she gently plopped on the ragdoll to avoid waking her, scooted back until her butt was pushing back on Sheila's chin, and reached down to hook the woman's legs and pull them towards her head as if she was going for a pin. The ref, looking confused, almost came over to count, but Yuna scoffed and shifted so Sheila's shoulder came off the canvas. Dumbass.

Her method of waking her? Nuzzling her face, and the sweaty raven hair the little bitch seemed so addicted to, into that sweet space between Sheila's legs.

[BlackAkuma]

…

…

…oh, fuck, was she getting eaten out?

Sheila returned to the waking world slowly, groaning as she took in deep gulps. It took a moment for her brain to reboot and process what it had just gone through, to register everything properly. She was in a ring, could feel the canvas at her back, so she knew a match was going on. It was far from the first time she’d woken up in a ring, so that wasn’t too surprising, and she registered everything that came along with it. The sound of the ocean, the salt in the air, the cheering crowd brought back memories of what she’d been doing, who she’d been fighting, and how she’d gotten knocked out in the first place.

But she wasn’t sure why it felt like she was being folded in half, and what that feeling between her legs was, the fantastic sensation of a tongue going to business. She opened her eyes, found herself staring up at Yuna’s magnificent ass, and yup - she was going to town down there. ”Ugh.” She groaned, letting her hot breath cascade over Yuna’s shimmering cheeks. ”I am gonna ride you so hard for that.”

Of course, making good on that threat would require her to get free, and she wasn’t in a good place for that. Thankfully, Yuna’s little finisher had given her an idea - she had good legs, too. Nowhere near as strong as the bigger Aussie’s, but they could generate some power. She’d never done this before, but…

Sheila shot her legs up and tried to catch Yuna’s head with her thigh, ramming her face against her crotch with a solid headscissors, clamping with all she had.

[Crossedes]

Life returned to the slumbering little shit. Yuna knew before she made proper noises with the way her legs tensed up that tiny amount, then all the other signs of life returned in succession. The big bitch didn't care. Though she only nuzzled while Sheila lacked the awareness to react to her antics, she flicked out a practiced tongue once the effort would start getting the wild child riled up and ready to give her the other "fall" she needed. Enjoying herself, she only popped up long enough to retort at Sheila's bluster. "Like hell you will!"

Right back to it. If she would give, she would do it on her terms, with the bitch on the receiving end under her control - just like this. With her having knocked the wild one out cold, few things could come to her mind as threatening. Besides, she enjoyed herself, and she could enjoy herself right up until she had Sheila down there wailing like a stuck pig. Adding to the appeal, she arched her back real nice for her captive audience, shoved her ass out a little further, took a momentary glance over her shoulder with lidded eyes. "Fuckin' blow already. Not everyone- Hnnnk! You shi-"

Returning to a thigh to the side of the face put an end to that thought and everything she had in mind for the smaller Aussie. Yuna didn't expect the smaller woman to have legs that strong, but sure as fuck, she managed to snatch them loose from Yuna's grip, slap them around the bigger Aussie's head, and skillfully ram Yuna's face and mouth into her wet crotch. For a rare time in her wild, reckless life, Yuna's eyes flew wide as she tumbled over in the headscissor, and she started pulling at Sheila's cheeks and thighs to free her face from her muff.

She tried to go back and finish the shit!, but she was buried too deep to sound like more than a muffled cry.

[BlackAkuma]

Why couldn't Yuna be bad at eating her out? Why couldn't she be one of those weird chicks who acted like they’d catch some kind of virus if they touched her snatch for too long? If she were bad at it, it would’ve been easy to just ignore her and get on with the match, but no, she had to work her damn tongue like a virtuoso and drive Sheila absolutely wild with the damn thing. It made it hard - damn hard - to make her stop, because her entire body was revolting against the idea. Every fiber of her body wanted to ignore her mind and seek out the pleasure that was pouring through her loins.

Sheila uttered a war cry as she brought Yuna down and cranked up the pressure, putting everything she had into the effort. She wasn’t built like those thick-thighed ladies that were always squeezing heads and crushing skulls, but she’d built her thighs from years of hard living, and she had enough muscle to make it hurt. That was the impression she got from Yuna’s screaming, anyway. Didn’t sound too happy down there.

”Again with this, shit!” She flopped back as Yuna’s tongue went back to its mission, threatening to finish her off in grand style. It was so tempting, too tempting to let her finish. Even if she dislodged, though, she would need some way to cool down, if only for a minute or two. She needed something wet in her face, something to douse her fire, but where…

…oh. Right. Duh.

”Hope you liked the taste!” Sheila released Yuna’s head, flipped over to her chest, and made a mad scramble towards the apron, hoping to get under the ropes, land in the water outside and have a quick cooldown.