A lustful war: Kafka vs Ivan

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Match type: Penetration hentai match

Rules: Standard hentai rules apply, however, the two fighters must be engaging in full intercourse throughout the match. Should they seperate, the match is paused until they get together again, then it recommences. Winner makes the loser pass out.

Location: A LAW sanctioned bedroom

Attire: None



Tonight was going to be a very interesting night for Kafka. She had been slated to partake in one of LAW's newest match types, and she was doing it with soneone with very little experience in LAW. She was told of the rules, and how the match worked, and her eyes perked up. She had always wanted to test her abilities against someone of the opposing sex, and now was the perfect chance for her. She agreed without thinking and headed out to the apartment noted to her, the lication in which her duel would taje place.

Once she arrived, she slipped out of her clothes and put them in the basket, before heafing into the room, where she got a bit of a surprise. There, on the floor, was a man, completely naked, and seemingly unresponsive. She was not expecting her opponent to already be here, let alobe be in such a state. She gave a chuckle and stood there for a second, before giving him a nudge with her right foot, hoping he was still able to compete. She was here to test herself, not get a free win.

Kafka

[MR. Q]

The first thing Ivan felt upon waking up is anger.

Those motherfuckers drugged him up! Using his own goddamn snack to boot. When he gets ahold of that midget Q, he's gonna wring that tiny neck!

Taking stock of his environment, Ivan noticed his nude state. It just added fuel to the fire. Looking around, he is in some kind of bedroom?

He then noticed a beautiful nude woman standing over him. Sadly, his state of mind isn't there yet to excite his manhood.

Ignoring the sexy woman, he climbed up to his feet and went towards the door. He got a score to settle with his manager about drugging him up.

Drugs are no-no for him. He saw what those little fuckers do to people and he ain't wanna end up like them.

Turning the knob, Ivan was surprised to find it locked. He turned it again.

Again.

Again.

And again all over again.

Still locked.

Suddenly, his brain went to some unpleasant memories of his childhood as he realized his trapped in a small room.

He went ape!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PAGAWSA KO MGA YAWA!"
(LET ME OUT! YOU FUCKING DEVILS!)



Core memory and fear unlocked: Claustrophobic

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka had seen sone extreme reactions in her time on earth, but this was something new. Despite having a sexy naked woman in the room with him, Ivan's claustrophobia quickly overrun him and he threw himself at the door, trying to break his way out, which was not happening, as it was firmly shut.

"Whoa" Kafka muttered to herself before she tried to calm her furious opponent down. "So, we are competing now. We have to have sex, and whoever makes the other pass out first gets to leave" She said, knowing that this would either calm Ivan down enough so he would actually talk to her, and the two can get this started, or he loses it completely and knocks himself out again. She would prefer to actually fight him though, as he looked strong.

[MR. Q]

Despite Ivan's initial drugged up state, he's still strong enough absolutely manhandle the locked door. It was like watching a fully grown chimpanzee go wild in order to get out.

Unfortunately, his efforts are useless. The officials had made that door stays locked and will stay locke as long as the match is on.

Which Ivan had no idea about. All he remembers is eating his daily diet to gain weight and Bam! Drugs.

His absolutely miffed at this point but the untested and very severe claustrophobia is clouding his anger for now.

So when the naked pretty began to talk to him to calm him down, he listened closely. He doesn't want another Yoko incident to happen.

After listening closely, he got a simple gist of what she said. They currently in a match (which didn't signed up for!) and it's a Hentai match.

Fortunately for him, the rules of the Hentai Match favored him for once.

So without a single word, he took the pretty lady off her feet in a princess carry before taking her to the bed.

How hard is it to fuck a woman silly? He's been doing it since he's 18.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was happy when her opponent calmed down, though his lack of speech did worry her. Was he illiterate, or was his fear clouding his abilities to communicate? She didnt know. But thankfully, he was able to understand what the purplenette had said to him. She wasnt expecting Ivan to pick her up and carry her so easily, but he did so with grace. Either he was actually quite a nice bloke who has been put into an unfortunate situation, or he was trying to butter her up and weaken her before the match. Again, she was unaware.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kafka, and yours?" Kafka said, trying to strike an actual conversation and at least get his name before they got to business.

[MR. Q]

The woman in Ivan arms is rather exotic once hime noticed it.

Who has purple hair and was that pink eyes? This one does.

Reaching the bed, he casually threw the woman in his arms on it. Before she can protest or complain about the rough treatment he climb over and grabbed her legs to spread them wide.

One, his currently running with phobia induced adrenaline.

Two, if it wasn't for the rush of adrenaline, he would probably pass out due to his new found severe and clearly untested phobia.

"Not wet." Ivan said before diving in, lapping on the woman's lower lips with his tongue. Making sure her legs are wide open, he began preparing her for penetration.

It's better to penetrate a wet woman than a dry one, something he had learned in LAW.

And he almost forgot, "Ivan." He gruffly said between licks when she asked for his name.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka liked her men rough, as it meant that they arent afraid to take control, and Ivan was proving just that. Not that she would let him know that she liked him initially, but he was certainly putting on a good show, especially when he parted her legs and started to lick her pussy, moistening it up and getting the purplenette in the mood for the fight to come.

"Mmm, not bad. Surely this isnt your first time Ivan?" She asked while Ivan continued to eat Kafka out, causing her toes to curl in slightly. She started to feel a little pleasure between her legs, though she knew that they would both get a lot more later on.

[MR. Q]

She tasted different.

This is probably his second pussy that he tasted, probably? He don't know after so many headshots he took in the past matches.

Although the taste is different, the results are still the same. Slowly, Ivan can taste telltale sourness as she becomes wetter and wetter.

Ivan didn't hesitate next. Folding her legs upwards, he positioned himself on top of her in what Yoko called a dominant mating press (whatever that was). His already erect cock, standing in its 7 inch glory, is pointing downwards to her wet labia.

He then began to rub it's tip to her entrance, asking permission to enter.

"Ready?"

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was pleased with Ivan's oral skills, they were certainly pretty good, considering his lack of experience with LAW. If the purplenette didn't know any better, she would assune Ivan had been here sibce its founding.

Sadly, his oral skills were only on display for a short time, as once Kafka's womanhood was suitably moistened, Ivan pulled back, bending Kafka's legs back and positioned himself above the purplenette with his penis pointed directly at her womanhood. She smiled and moved a hand down to part her lips enough so that Ivan's entry would be as easy as it could be, before putting both arms around him.

"I am. And by the looks of it, you are too. Do try not to disappoint me now" She said teasingly, before allowing the two of them to engage in sex, thus starting their sexual duel.

[MR. Q]

As he asked her permission, she simply smiled and parted her womanhood.

Ivan took that invitation to insert the tip inside of her.

Not yet.

She then spoke, teasing him. A playful yet arrogant tone on her voice.

Do not disappoint, that's general gist of what she said. Ivan almost snorted. Of course he wouldn't.

Before they began, he took off her arms wrapped around him and pinned them on the bed by her wrist. With her legs folded and placed on his shoulder and her arms pinned beneath her, she's helpless to stop what his planning.

An untested phobia/fear truly has no bounds as the boys mindset changed.

He had only one goal now. Fuck the woman, win and get the fuck out quickly.

And without further, he impaled her bare pussy. Sheathing his entire length in one brutal thrust that knocked the entrance of her womb. He then pulled it back until the tip of his bulbous head remains before ramming it again.

Ivan began to fuck her in a rough and brutal pace, causing their flesh to echo in the room with an obscene sound of flesh hitting flesh as he pinned her down in a dominant mating press, not allowing her move.

To make her feel helpless and weak so he can set the pace.

As long he has the pace, he wins.