Kurenai Yamazaki vs Faelyn Sinclaire [D] - Party Bloopers

[Livia]

Faelyn let out a low, throaty laugh that vibrated against Kurenai’s sweat-slicked back, her thick ass still planted firmly on the Japanese fighter’s spine
“Not going quite the way you pictured, is it, little one?” she purred, voice dripping with mocking sweetness.

Then Faelyn shifted her weight, trying to plant her knees firmly on either side of Kurenai’s ribs to lock her down, then reached back with both hands. Strong fingers snaked around one of the smaller woman’s toned legs, yanking upward hard in an attempt to fold it over her own shoulder. She strained to twist Kurenai’s body into that humiliating pretzel untill hips tilted high, ass just barely lifted off the mat so her smooth, glistening lower lips would be completely exposed to the bright arena lights and to Faelyn’s hungry gaze. Sweat dripped from Faelyn’s tits onto Kurenai’s back as she leaned in closer, grinding her own soaked pussy against the back of the trapped leg for her own little thrill.

Faelyn’s free hand wasted no time trying to claim her prize. She slid two thick fingers straight down between those slick folds, attempting to part them with a slow, deliberate stroke, determined to make the hold and the pleasure both stick.

[BlackAkuma]

As Faelyn continued to grind away on her back, Kurenai writhed beneath her, desperate for release after having her spine battered by the butt drop. That one had sent an erupting pain throughout her body, and while she didn’t think anything was permanently damaged, she knew she was flirting with it more than she had any desire to.

She needed an opening, something to take advantage of, but her foe was proving to be relentless in her offense. Faelyn grabbed her leg and pulled it up, forcing it into an awkward angle. Thankfully, Kurenai’s flexibility allowed her to endure this hold better than most could’ve, but it was still uncomfortable, and more pressingly, it exposed her pussy - something that didn’t escape her opponent’s notice.

Two fingers, maybe three, slipping into her most intimate place and working her over. Kurenai could repress the low, throaty moan that escaped her lips as Faelyn worked her magic, slowly building her up. She could feel the fires burning, the steady rise, the heat welling up. It wouldn’t take too much.

She needed an out, and with her options limited, she had to try something unorthodox. She twisted about to the side, reaching over, and tried to grab her opponent by the ankle, wrapping her arm tight around it. With that secure, she gave it a hard twist, targeting the same area that Faelyn had only a moment ago, with the same amount of gusto.

[Livia]

Faelyn was lost in the rhythm. The Japanese fighter’s throaty moan vibrated up through her own body, and Faelyn grinned, hips rolling as she kept her heavy ass planted firmly on Kurenai’s spine.

“Mmm, that’s it… sing for me, shortstack,” she purred, voice low and filthy. “You’re getting so tight around my fingers already. Getting—”

The rest of the taunt died in her throat.
Kurenai twisted hard to the side, arm snaking back like a viper. Small but deceptively strong fingers clamped around Faelyn’s planted ankle, locking tight. Before Faelyn could even shift her weight, the ninjette wrenched it viciously sideways with the same brutal gusto Faelyn had used on her moments earlier.
White-hot pain lanced up Faelyn’s leg. A raw, guttural groan tore from her lips as her ankle joint screamed in protest. Her guard had been wide open at the feet she’d been too busy finger-fucking her opponent to notice the trap closing.

“Fuck—!”

Instinct took over. Safety first. Faelyn’s hands instantly abandoned Kurenai’s dripping cunt and the folded leg, letting the toned limb flop back to the mat with a wet slap. She hunched forward, one hand shooting down to clutch at her tortured ankle while she stayed mounted on Kurenai’s back.
But she wasn’t about to just take it.

“Get… the fuck… off my ankle, you little bitch!” she growled through gritted teeth

Still on Kurenai’s back , Faelyn snarled and lunged for the hand that was still twisting her ankle. Her fingers clamped around Kurenai’s wrist. In the same motion she attempts to free her Feet from the Little One's Hand. If Faelyn succeeded she'd hold that hand right there and would lift her freed foot the one that had just been wrenched and would drive it down hard, attempting to stomp the heel straight toward Kurenai’s trapped hand trying to crush it on the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

Kurenai didn’t take any pleasure in hurting Faelyn like this, even if the woman seemed hellbent on earning such treatment. She much preferred her hentai matches to be mutually pleasurable experiences, where both parties could give and take and get something out of it. This woman had an amazing body, and she would’ve loved to sample in it a more relaxing manner…

Alas, this was not to be, as Faelyn seemed bent on doing things in the most brusque manner possible. So be it. Kurenai wasn’t about to shy away from a challenge.

She chose violence, and her gambit worked about as well as she could have hoped. Sure enough, Faelyn was not keen to suffer the pain she had doled out and responded in a crass fashion, filling the air with her vulgarity. Of course, there would be repercussions for this escape, but it freed her leg. A small victory she would happily accept.

The price was paid when Faelyn reached over and pried herself free of the hold, pinning Kurenai’s hand free in the process. The woman’s foot came down a moment later, hammering her palm into the canvas and keeping her pinned in place. Still in an awkward position, there wasn’t much Kurenai could do aside from squirm on the canvas and vainly try to pull her way free.

[Livia]

Faelyn’s heel slammed down on Kurenai’s trapped hand with a satisfying crunch, grinding the smaller woman’s palm hard into the canvas until she felt the fingers twitch and weaken beneath her sole. A sharp, vicious grin split her face even as her own ankle throbbed like fire.

Try that shit again and I’ll break it next time, shortstack

she snarled, voice low and venomous.

Faelyn didn’t waste the advantage. Still mounted firmly on Kurenai’s back, she kept her full weight crushing the Japanese fighter down into the mat. With one hand she snatched up the stomped wrist and attempted to yank Kurenai’s own arm backward in a brutal arc, trying to loop it around the ninjette’s slender throat so the girl would choke herself with her own forearm. Faelyn’s thick fingers clamped down hard over the back of her hand, fighting to tighten the makeshift guillotine and lock it in place.

At the same time her free hand dove between Kurenai’s spread thighs. She attempted to drive two fingers—then three—straight into that slick, fluttering heat, trying to stretch her open as her palm slapped wetly against the swollen clit. Faelyn fought to start pumping hard, curling her fingers against that sensitive spot inside with ruthless precision while her thumb worked the little nub in tight, fast circles, determined to force the pleasure through whether Kurenai wanted it or not.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t easy to tell how versed Faelyn was in wrestling, but Kurenai could say with some certainty that the woman was no stranger to fighting in general. She had a knack for brutality that you rarely saw, even from those who were well-versed in fighting, an uncanny skill at domination. It wasn’t just that she put the ninjette down from the start, but she was doing an excellent job of keeping her down, in unrelenting, merciless fashion.

Faelyn let up on her hand, a small relief - while it hurt like blazes, it didn’t seem like anything was permanently damaged. She wasn’t able to take any solace in that, however, as her foe immediately went back on the on offense, seizing her own and turning it against her.

Kurenai croaked and fought for air as she was choked with her own arm, but that was the least of her worries. Faelyn was not the sort to lose sight of the prize, it seemed, and sure enough, Kurenai felt those fingers at her pussy again, making up for whatever ground the woman had lost.

She struggled at first, but eased up after a moment, giving Faelyn the entrance she was clamoring for. There was little point in struggling, not when she was so secure and doing so would only make her situation more painful. One orgasm would not spell doom, anyway. It was better that she save what energy she had, conserve it rather than waste it in futile struggles.

Kurenai closed her eyes and let out choked moans as she began to thrust against Faelyn’s fingers, picking up the pace and speeding things along.

[Livia]

Faelyn felt the exact moment Kurenai stopped fighting and started fucking.
Kurenai’s hips began to roll, pushing back against her invading fingers with little thrusts, chasing the pleasure instead of running from it. A wicked, triumphant grin spread across Faelyn’s face as she kept her full weight planted on Kurenai’s back, thick ass grinding down hard just to remind her who was in charge.

“Ohhh, look at you…” Faelyn purred, voice thick with filthy delight.
“All that fire gone already? One little choke and some fingers in your greedy cunt and you’re humping my hand like a desperate little whore.”


She tightened her grip on Kurenai’s own wrist, forcing the self-choke deeper so the Japanese fighter’s choked moans came out broken and needy. At the same time she slammed her fingers harder, three thick digits stretching that slick, fluttering pussy wide while her thumb lashed fast and merciless over the swollen clit.

Faelyn leaned in close, tits smothering Kurenai’s upper back, sweat dripping from her body onto the writhing ninjette below as she started a low, mocking monologue in a mix of broken English and the few Japanese words she’d picked up just for moments like this.

“Hayaku… cum for me, shortstack-chan~” she taunted, accent thick and teasing. “You started this, ne? Kicking me, enzui-giri me… now you under me, getting fucked like a good onahole. Watashi no yubi de… iku yo? Gonna cum on my fingers while you choke yourself? Pathetic… but so fucking hot.”

“C’mon, baby… give it to me. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my hand when you lose it. First orgasm of the night… and you’re gonna make it a messy one for me, aren’t you?”

She curled her fingers against Kurenai’s g-spot, pumping faster, wet squelching sounds filling the air between them as she forced the smaller woman closer and closer to the edge.

[BlackAkuma]

While this was far from an ideal position for Kurenai, there was still some measure of strategy in her thinking. If she could only lose this match with one orgasm, she would’ve fought much harder for her escape, but having three to go through gave her more leeway. She needed to not just think about this fall, but the one that came after, and the one after that. Long-term planning.

That did not mean she was going to enjoy this experience, however. Oh, the sensual pleasure was good enough - Faelyn proved to be a rough, but vigorous lover, and Kurenai had no qualms meeting her rhythm as she sped herself to an orgasm. She would be lying if she said this woman’s childish taunting did not grow grating, however.

Being called a whore hardly fazed her - that insult from a sexfighter was rather hollow. The mocking Japanese accent was another matter, a startling lack of respect. She was trying to get a rise out of Kurenai, but she wouldn’t bite on it. Not just yet. She was saving her wrath for a more convenient time.

Now was the time for something more explosive. Kurenai let out a soft, mewling cry as she reached her peek, dragged there when Faelyn abruptly picked up the pace. She thrust down hard, clenched tight, and let her juices flow against the canvas as a thunderous orgasm took hold, one that had her shaking all over. Her body tensed, bowstring-tight, then collapsed all at once beneath her tormentress, giving up the first fall of the match.

[Livia]

Faelyn didn’t slow down for a second. She kept those thick fingers buried deep, thrusting hard and fast through every clench and shudder as Kurenai’s orgasm ripped through her. The Japanese fighter’s pussy fluttered and gushed around her hand, soaking her palm and dripping onto the mat while Faelyn milked every last spasm with a filthy grin.

The bell rang sharp. The referee’s voice boomed overhead.

“First fall to the blue corner! Score: 1-0!”

Faelyn finally yanked her fingers free with a wet schlick, released Kurenai’s wrist, and shoved the choking arm aside like trash. She leaned down close, lips brushing the smaller woman’s ear as she whispered hot and mocking:

“One down, shortstack. Two more to go.”

Then she pushed herself up, rising to her full towering height and finally letting the pressure off Kurenai’s back. With a casual nudge of her bare foot she hooked under Kurenai’s hip and flipped her over onto her back, leaving the ninjette sprawled supine and panting.

Faelyn bent at the waist, tits swinging, and grabbed Kurenai’s flushed cheeks in one hand. She squeezed them hard, shaking the smaller woman’s face side to side like a ragdoll.

“Hurry up, baby. We’ve got two more rounds.”

She let go, then paused, eyes lighting up with cruel delight.

“Oh… I forgot something. This is yours.”

Faelyn smeared her dripping, cum-soaked fingers across Kurenai’s lips and cheeks, painting the Japanese fighter’s face with her own messy orgasm before straightening up with a satisfied smirk. She turned on her heel and strutted back to her corner, hips swaying, not even glancing back as she leaned against the ropes to wait for the next round and for her opponent to recover.

[BlackAkuma]

Kurenai had a long, haggard sigh as Faelyn finally pulled her fingers free of their sheath, leaving her pussy alone for the time being. While she was certainly no stranger to being pleasured, she had to concede that she had never experienced it in such a brusque, violent manner before, a far cry from the more passionate, friendly lovemaking she’d enjoyed in her first match.

She hissed as the woman whispered in her ear, though that annoyance was forgotten when she finally stood up and gave her some relief from the pressure. For the first time in too long, it felt like Kurenai could take full, unbothered breaths, and she happily sucked in lungfuls of air as she writhed on the canvas, stewing in her own juices.

She had thought she would enjoy a moment of respite when the woman suddenly reached down and seized her cheeks, gripping her tight and refusing to even let Kurenai enjoy her post-coital bliss. Kurenai groaned as her own juices were smeared across her face, turning her head this way in mute protest at the indignation.

It was a brief insult, but far too long for her tastes. When Faelyn finally retreated, Kurenai ground her teeth down hard and pushed her way back up, taking her time to rise and make her way back to the corner despite her opponent’s demands.

That first encounter with this woman had been an eye-opener, but at least she had a better idea of whom she was dealing with, now. Faelyn was a brutal, brutish sort, and not the type to let an opening go wasted. If Kurenai wanted this match to be anything more than a route against her favor, she would need to be smarter in her approach. More cautious. More measured.

There went the bell. Second try. If at first, you don’t succeed…

Kurenai came towards Faelyn with slower, cautious steps, keeping her gaze locked with her foe’s every step of the way. She didn’t move in right away, instead circling the ring and darting into Faelyn’s range, trying to bait her bigger, burlier foe into making the first move.