Catch a Tiger (For Blaze)

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is fully engaged when the two hit the futon, but it's Suravi using her legs that manipulates the pair to roll over. With Katsumi's arms still around the other girl's waist, she finds herself looking up at her exotic rival, but only for half a second before she feels her hips heavily ground into, eliciting a moan from the punkette. Her hips instinctively press upwards against Suravi's, the arms curled around her waist squeezing the two tighter in that belly-to-belly constriction.

Breathing more heavily already, the look Katsumi gives her is slightly dazed. "T-.. technically..," she admits. She is lying beneath her, and Suravi has her shoulders down against the 'mat' as it were. She could begin counting the pin. A part of Katsumi wants her to. The idea of wrestling like this is a thrill. A very private, very personal thrill, but a thrill nonetheless.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The dazed, awe-struck look in Katsumi's eyes makes Suravi's pulse quicken. She's always wanted a woman to look at her like that, like she's the only thing in the world that matters. The pressure of Katsumi's hips locked against hers makes her bite her lower lip with primal pleasure, drawing a tiny drop of crimson blood. She runs her tongue over the wound, savoring the raw taste of iron, then thrusts down once again.

Even as she revels in Katsumi's lithe body, Suravi ponders how strange this situation is. Her position has been completely reversed with that of her former opponent. The punkette had ended their match by dominating the Tiger, demanding this POW stipulation - but now that it's been realized, she's the one ending up on the bottom. Is it all some front, or does Katsumi actually enjoy being beaten? Curious, Suravi decides to test her theory out.

"Hmm. No ref around, so I'll have to count it," she whispers into Katsumi's ear. She plants her hand, spiderlike, on the punkette's abdomen, before inching steadily upward toward her bosom. "One...Two..." Suravi whispers into the Japanese woman's ear, drawing each syllable out. She wants to see how far Katsumi will let her go. If she reaches "Three", she plans to reach her hand under Katsumi's bra - but only if the Punk Princess allows her too. After her performance tonight, she's earned that respect, at the very least.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's all quite new to Katsumi; the setup, the scintillation, the dynamic between them, none of it makes any kind of rational or logical sense to the Punk Princess. But it also doesn't matter. There's no one else here. No one to worry about looking cool for, no one to worry about being judged by. She'd already conquered the woman currently perched on her; she's hers, dammit. She was assertive enough for that. So this... this is just private between them.

Damn those hips.

"Aahnn..," groans Katsumi as Suravi grinds in again, harder. Her expression twists in agonized pleasure, her body writhing. The count starts, and her skin feels hot. First count.. the pin has started. Second count, she's in danger of being conquered right back. And- no! Katsumi grabs the wrist and bucks her hips in an effort to twist them over again on the futon, struggling to try to place Suravi on her back.

"Can't just.. let my property.. have an uprising.. can I..?," she asks between labored breaths. The look in her eyes is equal parts hungry and wild, soaking in the feel of the exotic girl; the smoothness of her skin, the tightness of her body, the feel of her hips...

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The instant before Suravi's hand can reach its destination, Katsumi bucks her off, expertly twisting the Indian woman onto her back. Yet another reversal, in a night full of them. But Suravi has to admit, being denied what she wanted just makes the prospect of getting it all the more enticing. And the punkette looks undeniably good in her current position, her slim frame silhouetted in the overhead light, her eyes gleaming as if with nightfire.

"Your property?" Suravi laughs, sticking out her tongue playfully. "I heard L.A.W. was a cutthroat business, but I don't remember that part of the contract." She lifts her legs up, entwining them around Katsumi's back and squeezing tight. "Go ahead...refresh my memory..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had no plan here. No idea where she was going with any of this. It was purely playing by ear, going on impulse. All she knew was she enticed this opponent of hers, who seemed intent on hurting her, back to her home... for what was clearly going to be sensually-charged grappling. And now, she wants nothing more than to dominate her again.

Which, of course, is only intensified by Suravi's defiance.

Katsumi lets out an 'annoyed' throaty noise when she denies her, going so far as to stick out her tongue. Which, granted, might have been a mistake. That makes a tantalizing target. And in fact, Katsumi was about to capitalize on it - before a pair of legs wrapped around her back, earning a little, "Unfh."

On the futon, they don't really have enough room for the technician to counter that the way she'd like. She needs room to really roll around with her. So this is a real predicament, depending on what Suravi intends to do with it. So Katsumi opts to just focus on holding her steady, hands dragging her wrists closer together above her head to stretch both their bodies taut. She shifts, testing the tightness of the legs around her, brushing her toned midsection slowly along the Indian girl's abdominals, trying to draw her hips into alignment with hers and hopefully slide the legs downwards a little.

Her face lowers, cheeks flushed already, lips parted - and she presses a kiss to her, soft and painfully restrained at first, just to give her a taste. "You want me.. to make you beg..?," she whispers to her, gazing down at her through her lashes.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Suravi is relishing the way Katsumi has grapevined her arms, stretching and bending her body as if the punkette is stringing a bow. She arches her back up from the futon, just as the other woman presses down on top of her The synchronicity is perfect; without meaning to, Suravi mewls with excitement, then immediately blushes at how foolish she sounds. Before she can dwell on her self-consciousness, however, Katsumi is kissing her, the touch of her lips thrilling - yet still, somehow, restrained.

That just makes Suravi want her more. She suddenly pulls back from Katsumi sharply, as if to re-assert dominance - but then her body goes limp, lying utterly submissive beneath the punkette. Does Suravi want to be on the top, or on the bottom? She's so shaken up that she isn't even sure anymore. But wherever she ends up, she wants it to be with Katsumi. She yawns her mouth wide, panting slowly, like someone dying of thirst. It's a few seconds before she can pull herself together enough to speak.

"Who says...you'll have to make me?" she gasps, turning her neck to the side, like a wild beast showing its throat to a superior rival. But Suravi doesn't feel defeated or threatened - only impatient, to see what Katsumi has in store for her.

[CyanDimitrik]

The uncharted territory just becomes less and less recognizable to Katsumi as she tangles with her... opponent? Date? What the heck even is this? It's a bit too late to get caught up in trying to figure these things out now, either way. And frankly, the Punk Princess is too hot and bothered to be tied up with the question. This is pure impulse, an improvised tango between the two who were previously at each other's throats.

Which, incidentally, Suravi now presents to Katsumi. And she shouldn't do that, unless she wants the predator to claim its prey.

Hips shimmy just a little to bring herself in tighter alignment with Suravi beneath her, the thin material covering her hips doing little to dull the sensation of Suravi's bikini-covered hips. And once she's feeling her exactly where she wants to there, as well as feeling the Indian woman's abdominals lined up exquisitely against her own toned stomach, navel kissing navel, breasts mashed tight to breasts, Katsumi's head darts downwards, mouth opened.

Teeth press against flesh as Katsumi bites the neck presented with a wide jaw, her tongue lavishing the captive skin. Easily hard enough to be felt, even a little painful, but not enough to break skin. Suravi's throat is buzzed with the low, throaty growl Katsumi gives as she pushes herself harder into her, the sensation of electrical heat coursing through her body.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Suravi whines softly as Katsumi digs in her sharp teeth, leaving a set of tiny dimples imprinted in her neck. In the ring, a biting move like this could be grounds for disqualification - but luckily, there's no referee hovering nearby to spoil their fun. The punkette's tongue follows behind a second later, lapping at her sweaty skin like a cat with a saucer of milk. But the coup de grace is the deep growl that escapes from Katsumi's throat, making Suravi's throat vibrate as her toes curl in ecstasy.

Despite her skimpy outfit, the warmth swelling within Suravi's body is becoming unbearable. The spare fabric of her bikini top feels as hot and suffocating as a winter parka. Her breasts heave, straining the silky orange fabric - but in order to remove the top completely, she'll need her hands. And she can't exactly do that with Katsumi still trapping her wrists. She nuzzles the punkette's cheek to get her attention, then jerks her head down toward her own bosom, trying to signal what she wants the other woman to do. "Can...c-can you..." she stammers, before blushing and hiding her face in the futon, too embarrassed to finish her own sentence. Hopefully, Katsumi will be able to pick up on her body language!

[CyanDimitrik]

Suravi wasn't the only one struggling to endure it, though Katsumi couldn't admit that. She had to assert dominance and control, even if she was barely biting back an animalistic urge at this point. The bite to Suravi's neck was only a small outlet for that increasingly primal drive. And when the Indian woman made it clear what she wanted, there was little to no hesitation.

Katsumi's hands released her wrists, and immediately went to slide beneath the material of her bikini top to slide it up and over her head. But she doesn't stop even for a moment once freed, lowering her hands for the matching bottoms to hook her fingers at the hips and pull down and away. She's craving contact with her - heated, unrestricted contact. Both things had to get out of the way for that to happen.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Suravi gets exactly what she was begging for, as Katsumi strips off both her top and bottom with one fluid motion. A sense of relief floods through her, as her skin prickles with goosebumps. The heat that had been swelling within her seems to radiate into the other woman, as the two press firmly against each other, legs locked together, bucking up and down in a passionate struggle.

It feels so good. But still, Suravi wants more. She wants to see Katsumi, exposed the same way she is. She begins by reaching her arms around the other woman's heaving back, trying to undo her bikini top. As her sweaty hands fumble with the straps, she wonders for a moment if Katsumi will have the patience to let her finish - or if the punkette will just shove her back down again!