Biggest Fan (For Avalyn)

[CyanDimitrik]

Being in close contact with Stacy, Katsumi can easily feel when the other girl has truly given herself over to the moment and been swept away with the sensations. But she wants more total surrender. She's craving that physical submission. The hand at her stomach reaches for Stacy's free hand to pull it high and hook it behind her own neck, drawing Stacy's body taut. Then the hand returns to her stomach, palm pressed into her abdominals.

Katsumi can feel the dampness begin, but she wants more. She wants a stronger reaction. She wants the girl to be an irreconcilable puddle of submission to her. The other fingers join the first two, hooking low, gently at first, but quickly putting tighter pressure between her legs. Each stroke is heavier, faster than the last, creating a delectable friction while Katsumi's hips begin rolling behind her; rhythmically pressing into Stacy's backside to push the rookie's hips tighter against the hand giving sublime torture.

Her lips finally leave Stacy's neck in favor of bringing their cheeks together. Each breath has become heavier, hotter, Katsumi's eyes lidded shut. "Tap out.. when you.. can't take it anymore..," she orders.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy is completely in Katsumi's control, her body all but completely surrending as Katsumi holds her tight, palm pressed into her abdomen. Stacy was a stuttering mess, mind and body desperate to belong to Katsumi, desperate to submit fully just as she had done in the ring.

Katsumi's soft, skilled hands went lower, gently applying more pressure, then going faster and faster as Stacy nearly yelled in pleasure, holding it in as she remembered they were in the locker room. Katsumi's strong body pushed the rookie's hips tightly against her hand, causing Stacy to bite her lips. She wanted to hold out, wanted this moment to last... but the day had just been too much for poor Stacy, teased and tormented in the ring, and now backstage, her emotions a mess and her body melting helplessly in the punk princess's grasp.

"T-Thank you Katsumi I... you're so... beautiful...." Stacy stuttered, obsessed with the passion and love she felt from the dominant princess. Stacy held out as long as she could, but she began to lose it. Katsumi's warm breath, her soft skin, her powerful hips... her hand.... "I c-can't! Mnnnnn, a-ahhhh! I'm yours Katsumi, I'm y-yoursssss!" Stacy yelled, unable to hold it back. The rookie's entire body tensed up, her legs squeezing as tightly as she can manage as she feels her climax soak Katsumi's soft hand and her trunks. "Hah... I love... love...." Stacy mumbled, unable to form a complete sentence as she came down from her finish, a complete, helpless puddle in the hands of her punk princess.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi, for all the confidence she has on display tonight, is not particularly experienced with this kind of thing. With working another girl up. With bringing her to full release. But there's something to be said about impulsive drive empathy - as much empathy as Katsumi could claim. She wants Stacy to hit that peak, damn the rest of the world, the circumstances, whether or not it's horribly inappropriate. She wants the girl she'd thoroughly beaten up in front of thousands, possibly millions, to get this particular moment tonight.

Hearing her breath hitch, feeling her body tense, her muscles tighten, Katsumi works faster, harder, now outright grinding her full hand between her legs. There's no subtlety here, no question about her intentions, and with her feverishly working the girl's hips, she has no intention of stopping until she gets what she wants out of her. Then she feels it - that moment of heightened tension, everything locking up, the breath catching in the other girl's throat. She feels the dampness intensify, and she presses harder, stroking to lengthen the moment for her, to ensure she's fully worked through that release.

It's only when she begins to relax again that Katsumi's hand pulls away. The other hand caresses over her waist, approvingly running along her stomach and ribs. Her head tilts again, pressing a new kiss into the side of her neck. Gradually, slowly, Katsumi lowers on her knees until she's resting over them folded beneath her, letting Stacy recline back upon her lap.

"Next time.. it's face to face..," she murmurs against her neck.

[Avalyn117]

In that moment, Stacy felt as though no one had ever been luckier than her, held tightly in Katsumi's arms, feeling her toned body press against her, her soft hands... she could have died happy. The rest of the world hadn't mattered all night to Stacy, and certainly not now.

Katsumi brought the exhausted rookie to full release as she soaked her tight trunks, only stopping when Stacy finally stopped, her body still shaking with pleasure. "T-Thank you... K-Katsumi..." She panted, letting her body relax as Katsumi soft ran her hand across her stomach. The rookie's body, heart, and certainly brain melted at the feel of that soft kiss, somehow feeling even more special than the kisses before. Stacy softly fell back against the punk princess, eyes closed in contentment.

"Yes please... I already miss your face... and I also can't wait to return the favor." She whispered softly, fighting the urge to fall asleep as she was held in Katsumi's warm arms. "I'll be beside you... no matter what. I'll make you realize that people can think whatever they want about you... it's wrong, it'll always be wrong... they don't... know you..." Stacy whispered softly, head laid back against Katsumi, barely awake as her frantic breaths slowed to calm, slow breathing in the quiet locker room.

[CyanDimitrik]

At long last, tensions seemed to ease. They weren't negative tensions by any stretch, but there's something to be said for finally starting to come down from a high of sorts. With Stacy getting settled back against her, Katsumi lets one hand finally come to a rest over her thigh, while the other remains against her midsection. Each breath brought the punkette's chest to swell against her back, trying to focus on getting her own breathing back under control.

Her head lists forward, resting her lips over Stacy's shoulder. Not in a kiss, per se, but to simply let her lips rest against skin. She listens to what the other girl says, an inwardly pessimistic voice telling her Stacy doesn't really know her either. That the girl's gotten attached way too fast. But she swallows it back in silence, letting the locker room settle into a quiet, still state.

Anyone outside probably would've heard Stacy in her throes earlier. That thought brings a smirk to her lips. She doesn't do hentai, but that might even be on brand. Beat the shiny, spunky new face senseless, utterly dominate her in the ring, then make her cry out her name in her own locker room - it's kind'a hot, in its own way.

Finally, Katsumi lightly pats her palm against Stacy's stomach. Pat, pat. Just to test and see if she's still awake.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy of course had no way of knowing just how deep the negative thoughts of Katsumi ran, having spent the night letting the punk princess know just how incredible she was. Stacy didn't care how long it took, how much reassurance was needed, she would always be more than happy to provide it for as long as the punk princess wanted her around.

The locker room was calm, quiet, and Stacy felt more peaceful than she ever had in her life. Not even the pain from her earlier match had any effect on her right now, nor the work she knew she'd have to put in to be ready for her next match... only Katsumi mattered. "Katsumi you're... so... beautiful..." Stacy mumbled, half asleep as Katsumi softly patted her stomach. A moment later, the exhausted rookie was out, a warm sleep taking her as she breathed softly, so comfortably in the arms of the girl she so loved that she didn't care to ever move again... but of course, after a brief respite, she would have to.

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