Kurenai Yamazaki vs Faelyn Sinclaire [D] - Party Bloopers

[Livia]

The low sweep from Kurenai connected with a solid, meaty crack against Faelyn’s ankles. The impact jolted through her leg, forcing her knees to buckle for a split second as her balance wavered. A sharp hiss escaped through her gritted teeth, but she planted her foot hard and caught herself almost instantly, thick thighs flexing with raw power.

Faelyn’s eyes narrowed dangerously, lips peeling back in a savage snarl.

“Not this time, you little shit.”

Before Kurenai could scramble back to her feet or roll away, Faelyn stepped forward and drove her right leg forward like a piston. She unleashed a brutal, straight thrust kick directly into the center of Kurenai’s face.

[BlackAkuma]

”Crap.”

That muttered word came out of Kurenai’s mouth unbidden, when her sweep had almost no effect on Faelyn. ‘Almost’ being an important word, because while it didn’t trip the woman up or even hurt her significantly, it did succeed in making her madder than she already was, which she’d thought impossible. In her current position, however, it was far from a good thing.

Kurenai scrambled to rise, to back away, to do anything to evade, but she was half-a-heartbeat too slow this time, and she wound up eating Faelyn’s foot for her trouble. The world went all white for a moment, her body ragdolled, and she came down flopping flat on her back, arms and legs spread as if she were trying to make a snow angel.


She grumbled and blinked as galaxies danced across her vision and the scent of blood filled her nostrils, dimly aware of footsteps approaching and a growing sense of dread...

[Livia]

Faelyn stood over the sprawled Japanese fighter for a split second, chest heaving, eyes blazing with pure, vicious satisfaction as she watched Kurenai flop helplessly onto her back, arms and legs splayed like a broken doll. A thin trail of blood trickled from the smaller woman’s nose, and her dazed eyes were still trying to refocus.

“Pathetic,” Faelyn growled, voice thick with contempt.

She bent down, grabbed one of Kurenai’s ankles in her strong grip, and started dragging the lighter woman across the canvas like a ragdoll. Kurenai’s bare back scraped along the mat as Faelyn hauled her straight to the center of the ring with zero effort, the smaller fighter’s body leaving a faint trail of sweat behind her.

Once they reached the middle, Faelyn released the ankle and stepped over Kurenai’s head, positioning herself perfectly. She turned around so her thick, juicy ass hovered menacingly above the ninjette’s dazed face.

Without another word, Faelyn dropped.

Her full, heavy weight came crashing down in a brutal butt drop her plump, sweat-slicked ass straight onto Kurenai’s face. Hoping to flatten Kurenai’s head against the canvas, to smother her features between those massive, soft cheeks. Faelyn’s weight would pin Kurenai’s skull down hard, and cutt off air and vision as her curvy ass completely would engulf the smaller woman’s face.

[BlackAkuma]

Somewhere in the back of Kurenai’s head, the alarm bells were ringing, telling her how much danger she was in at the moment. She knew this was a bad position to be in, knew that Faelyn was only going to make it exponentially worse, and that she needed to get up and do something, anything, to escape.

Her mind knew that. Her body, however, either didn't sign off on the plan or didn’t acknowledge the danger. All she could do was writhe and groan for the moment, sucking in as much air as she could stomach.

She figured another orgasm was coming her way, and she braced for that - she hated the idea of Faelyn taking the lead again, but maybe it couldn't be helped. She could still make a comeback, right?

Sadly, no, that wasn’t in the cards. Instead, Kurenai was being dragged towards the center of the ring, shaking her head as she went, trying to regain some semblance of her senses. It was only when they reached the center that everything cleared, and she looked up to see Faelyn’s prominent ass eclipsing the stadium lights.

”No-”

Faelyn’s ass dropped like a guillotine, slamming into Kurenai’s face and hammering her skull in the floor. Her body jerked, went stiff then relaxed beneath the bigger woman, all the life fleeing her at once as she laid in the dark, sweaty heat of her opponent’s cheeks.

After a moment, however the squirming started, as Kurenai desperately tried to steal even a single breath of oxygen. Twisting, turning, bucking, writhing, but there was none to be found - no escape, no reprieve. Desperate, she uselessly pushed at Faelyn’s hips, but couldn't move her foe a single inch.

[Livia]

Faelyn settled her thick, heavy ass even deeper onto Kurenai’s face with a satisfied groan, wiggling her hips from side to side to really grind her sweaty cheeks around the smaller woman’s nose and mouth. The Japanese fighter’s desperate squirming felt delicious underneath her muffled whimpers, frantic pushes against her hips, weak bucks of her body but it did nothing to dislodge her.

“Mmm, keep struggling… it feels good on my pussy,” Faelyn purred, voice thick with dark amusement. Faelyn’s own pussy hovered teasingly close to Kurenai’s chest, already starting to throb again from the power rush of having the smaller woman so thoroughly trapped under her.

She leaned forward, hertits swaying as she reached down and grabbed both of Kurenai’s toned legs. With a grunt of effort, Faelyn yanked them upward and tucked them securely under her armpits, folding the smaller woman’s body in half. Kurenai’s ass lifted high off the mat, her dripping, glistening cunt now completely exposed and spread wide for the entire arena to see under the bright lights.

Faelyn locked the hold in tight, her arms pinning Kurenai’s legs in place while her full weight continued to smother the ninjette’s face. The new position turned the facesit into something far more humiliating a folded smother that left Kurenai’s soaked pussy on full display, lips puffy and still wet from earlier, completely vulnerable.

Faelyn glanced down between Kurenai’s spread legs and let out a low, mocking laugh.

“Look at that… already dripping again. The crowd’s getting a real good show of your greedy little cunt, shortstack.”

She gave another slow, grinding roll of her hips, burying Kurenai’s face even deeper between her soft, warm ass cheeks while keeping those legs trapped and helpless.