The Rine Residence [For Rym]

[Ghost]

"I'm not good when it comes to sex and all that shit, but I think I can grind you into the bed until you weep for release."

Kagura flashed a devious grin, keeping one arm around Angelina's leg, keeping it secure against her body while Kagura's other hand raced forward, assuming that old position as those fingers quickly latched onto Angelina's throat, squeezing down on it while she would begin a slow dance upon the leg she was sitting on, with the full purpose of grinding their crotches together.

When Angelina spoke, Kagura would answer with a simple squeeze to the throat while going just a bit faster. Sure, it gave herself pleasure and she would have no doubt abandoned it if this was a match, a sexual double-edged sword wasn't exactly something she liked to go for, but today was a exception, not because it wasn't a match but because she wanted to see how far Angelina could go, how long until the fellow red head would succumb to Kagura's aggressive approach to their clothed sexual dance.

[Monsy]

Kagura’s strength became her master. Angelina was shifting on the bed from Kagura alone, with her hips firmly trapped and legs spread from Kagura’s pull. Frankly. That was her favourite thing about it. Strength over her in such a simple and showing way… Her toes curled when she felt the fingertips press. The sensation tickled down and into her clothed sex. Heat built inside her red cotton underwear.

Angelina huffed, caught naked by that choke. “K-kagurhh…”

Faster.

So both hands clung to Kagura’s wrist. The difference in their forearm muscle was staggering. Her eyes flickered, wet. Her chest inflated and tummy sucked in. And her mouth opened just a tad, breathing through a straw. Then her head went back. Horns dipped into the bed. She arched her own hips to get more of Kagura’s dance and stimulate herself.

Because on the inside, both in her bouncing heart and dampening sex, she started to crave this. Her blush was honest. As was the wet spot on her red cotton if Kagura simply removed her shorts. Or the small shake in the leg Kagura held. Her chest… Tight and warm on the top of her breast that wanted to escape her bra and be in strong hands or a wet mouth.

Tighter, she’d croak, if only she could. But she can only look up -- doe-eyed, saying silently with her girly whine, you’re doing fine.

[Ghost]

By the look of things, it seemed like Kagura was the winner between them and not Angelina. Kagura could be forceful and was using every moment to show exactly that to Angelina. It wasn't like she *actually* wanted to hurt the girl, but this was definitely a good start to make her new bed mate realize that putting your foot on the tiger's neck meant that at some point you would have to let go, and this was that very moment.

At the very least, it seemed Angelina seemed to be quite receptive to all movements, from the lewd ones to the more violent ones where one could be mistaking this for a type of rough, dominating foreplay. Kagura would focus more on her hips, just aiming to make sure their crotches were pressed firmly together and the grinding kept up with it's maximum contact, despite their panties being in the way.

Things could get nude and erotic very quick.. But where was the fun in that, she had something else in mind and that meant humiliating Angelina at the same time. Kagura would raise an eyebrow when she heard Angelina speak, and it seemed she wanted more roughness, more tension. Just *more*. Kagura's lips curled into a smirk and would tighten her clamp around Angelina's throat, making sure the girl could just barely getting tiny amounts of air in. Kagura would have to keep focusing on not choking the poor girl. Kagura's actions would begin rough in terms of hip movement as well, starting to outright ride and clap their thighs together, becoming rough and fast!

[Monsy]

Angelina felt her windpipe squeeze on the sides and added tension to her neck overall. It didn’t hurt much at all. It felt tight and almost possessive. The choke was secure and trapping, which was what she loved most about it. Where she can grab the wrist, with two hands, feel the firmness being projected against her smaller frame, then squeeze as a faux challenge with her head arching, only to be pressed into the mattress—her chin folded in.

Eyes of a doe. They looked up. Blinked slowly.
She responded to that smirk with an even broader and embarrassed blush. It was visible and reached her ears from her cheeks. She felt hot all over. From the inside of her mounds to its nipples pressing against her bra and sweater. The warmth made her sweat a bit. Mostly on her back, spread thighs and groin. She can feel herself become weightless while being pushed into the bed.

The sensations got stronger.
Her clothed sex felt more naked as Kagura’s clothed trib felt better by the passing repetitions. The arousal made up for the layers between them—evil layers. She wanted to strip so badly. Touch herself—have Kagura touch her. Kiss her, then bite until the lip bled. Lick her from top to bottom. And fuck her, for as long as she can take it, then pull her hair. But she didn’t have the voice to plead for it. Her mouth instead opened slightly, sucked a gasp through a straw, then bit her top lip, continuing to look up. She started whining more consistently while her hips fucked back. Every time their thighs clapped, her leg would stiffen, jitter and her toes would lock. She’d arch her back. Close her eyes. Clutch Kagura’s forearm tighter and pull it against her neck like she claimed it.

Anything for a bit more warmth.

[Ghost]

While sex wasn't exactly Kagura's strongest suit, once she was on top and such thoughts were in her mind, she was going to act on them. That made Angelina the perfect victim, the cocky brat had it coming the moment she taunted Kagura in the ring and now they were inside Kagura's bedroom, with Angelina thinking she could call the shots but now ending up underneath Kagura, who was going to town on Angelina. Her fingers constricted around the girl's throat, keeping a constant glare down at her former opponent. A glare mixed with lust, anger and disdain towards her fellow red headed girl who dared to believe that Kagura was inferior. That was a mistake that she was going to both hate and enjoy tonight now that Kagura was in charge.

"You're going to take it like a good girl."

Kagura would finally say, a wide grin appearing on those luscious red lips as she intensified her motions, to the point where even the bed was starting to rock and knock against the wall thanks to the sheer power Kagura was using, clapping their hips together, making certain the grinding would never cease. Nudity was going to be overrated, or at the very least an afterthought once she was done giving Angelina her climax.

"A good whore."

She continued, reaching up with her other hand to slap Angelina's cheek harshly before she really began to pick up and speed and primal roughness, starting to use some of her frustration to add an extra layer of violence into it.

"A good toy!"

[Monsy]

Just underneath Kagura’s fingers, her neck started to bruise. The skin became red and sensitive, with purple on the points of pressure that really hurt. She still held onto her wrist. The fight drizzled out. As would her ego. She traded it for the pounding of clothed tribbing and would do so again and again.

How she was used…

The names she was called. The feelings they invoked. It didn’t matter. Her insides were boiling and she can feel certain points lock up and lose control. Her toes: curled. Her fingers clawed. Her breasts bounced to the force of the rocking bed. Her horns hit the headboard.

She was a tomato. A strangled, on the brink tomato.

Whore.

She grunted. Just a few more thrusts and…

God she was starting to cry. Tears down her cheeks like the drool down the corners of her lips. The damp spot between her legs had grown from the top her sex to her crack, kept within her shorts.

She looked up. Puppy eyes. Glittering purple cat slits. Her hair dishevelled from all the moving and bumping. Her tummy tightened from something surging and she was beginning to convulse underneath Kagura’s grip. From her leg that was elevated. It went stiff and vibrated. Her back went into a sharp arch, putting her tum in the air. Her shoulders rolled back as did her eyes and…

SLAP! Her cheek turned, now marked with a handprint. Her lower-lip shrivelled in. And with what little mutter her choking, used and now abused self could muster…

She came. Her panties had a few weak gushes of failed squirt that ruined them. All the shakes reached their pinnacle and she started to strongly fuck back, moan and squeal through the straw Kagura had her throat in. It wasn’t that loud, no. But it was easily noticeable. She looked vacantly at the ceiling. Like someone in desperation.

Cumming like a toy.

[Ghost]

There was a sense of spoiled authority coming from Kagura. It didn't matter if she was wearing a dress and looked pretty, that Angelina had won the match in that ring just a few hours prior to this event. All that mattered was right now for them both, and it was Kagura who wanted to make sure that Angelina would have the most humiliating, most submissive climax of her life, a night that will be remembered for many months to come.

She was hitting the right buttons it seems, considering how her opponent was reacting. The subtle motions, the way she was starting to cry and droll, the fact that she was enjoying it despite it all. It was all too delicious for Kagura, who simply doubled her effort. She would lessen the choke, though only to smack her palm against Angelina's cheek, stopping on the way back and backhanding the other cheek for good measure before constricting around that neck again.

When Angelina trashed and the wetness began to dramatically increase, it was all Kagura needed to know to not only continue, but also to prolong the girl's climax. Kagura focused more on rolling her hips, clapping them, grinding into the woman with all the contact she could muster. Sure she herself was getting hot and bothered, specially since she was the one on top and giving Angelina the business.. But she can wait a bit longer if it meant hurting and pleasing Angelina. Once that climax would hit and it looked like Angelina desperately needed more air just to remain conscious, Kagura would release that throat, only to grasp Angelina's breasts to keep her locked in until that orgasm would end.

[Monsy]

Her climax rode her through from toes to fingertips to tummy. She can hardly feel the strain in her neck for the time being. Or how her cheeks stung from being slapped around like a plaything. A stuffy, even. Squishy, soft and warm. They were quite similar in that regard. And Angelina made herself pliable like one part from the elements she couldn’t control… Which was a lot for the better part of ten seconds.

Convulsions were making her move, buck and suddenly kick her free leg out, slam into the bed and then dig her heel as she clenched her teeth, seethed and felt her chest become weightless as it pounded away. She had arced. Her expression was gaping, her mouth wide open when she tried to take a breath.

Then on the descent, she was much more like a malleable puddy. Her body melted into the bed, regardless of the tingling sweat and that her clothes felt sticky and damp in some places. Her hands held onto Kagura’s wrists that were locked on her perky mounds like a safety handle. She continued to shake in some places. Mostly in her hips when Kagura rolled into her, making them arc up, meet the motion, then she mewled, looking directly into Kagura’s eyes with big, glassy, purple hues and red-hot cheeks. Just needed a second to re-calibrate.

“D-Did I… Um…”
Angelina rolled her tongue to the top of her mouth, thinking it odd to ask.
“C-Climax too early?”
She had never felt that way from just grinding. She can only ponder just how Kagura learned to do that…

[Ghost]

Kagura tried not to show a grin on her face, though it was definitely a good reward after having put up with Angelina's behavior for those few minutes. Angelina got her wish, she got Kagura in a dress but that was as far as it came until Kagura decided to give Angelina a taste of a very bittersweet medicine, bitter that she lost control over Kagura due to constant taunting, and perhaps sweet because she got a nice climax out of it, albeit one that involved a bit of choking and general rough play.

The red head stopped moving for a while, releasing a frustrated sigh as her hands dug into those breasts before she would almost disdainfully remove herself from Angelina's legs and crotch. She pulled away from the bed to stand up straight and take a moment to wipe the sweat off her brow while listening to her former opponent.

"Hmph. You didn't. But maybe you learned that ol' lesson as to never poke a bear."

Kagura said, crossing her arms underneath her hefty chest that was barely hidden within her black dress, comparing herself to a bear in this situation though considering how hard she had been grinding into Angelina while choking her, she might just be that kind of predator. Still, Kagura was satisfied, even though her own climax hadn't been reached, the sight of Angelina like that was more rewarding than a climax would give her, even though her head was on that kind of release right now.

[Monsy]

To never poke a bear, huh.

Angelina let the sentence float as she let her legs flop onto the bed. She looked at the ceiling, a forearm across her eyes. A laboured breath came out, practicing and honing into a calm so she can speak normally. Her body was still buzzing. It was a cocoon of good feeling. Straight high in her finger-tips and her feet felt loose. She started to feel her own sweat. Smell her own scent. It was faint, but there.

“Hm.” Angelina smiled. She touched her neck, which was tender and red with hand prints. The inside of them had faint discoloration. A light purple. She put a small pressure on it, felt a touch of pain, then threw her legs over the bedside and sat up. She groaned, put her hands down on her thighs to steady them, looked at the floor, scratched her scalp, then peered up. A light smile took hold.

“Ya like bein’ the scary one, huh? A big meanie-weanie?” Was that a tease? Could be. Could not be. Honestly her head was still coming down from space that she said whatever sounded nice off the tongue. And it was that same space that was keeping her from feeling nasty in her own clothes. If she was completely lucid, they’d be coming off. Did she remember to pack a change of clothes?

“Fine with me.” Her hands went up in a shrug. “You’re the scariest dressed-up bear I evah known.”

Her gaze turned to the TV still playing the movie. Still so much time.

“Now, wanna come lay down and watch the movie?”

She reached out, then gently placed the back of her knuckles on the dress’s material that ran along Kagura’s leg, then caressed it down to feel the material, staring at it intently. Soft.