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.

[BlackAkuma]

Back in the village, Kurenai’s trainers had always looked down on moves like this, writing them off as mere techniques of tittalation, not fit for real combat. She had known better, though, even before she joined LAW. A properly applied facesit was more than capable of rendering a person unconscious, provided the user had the proper assets. Small as she was, Kurenai was rarely able to make the most of such a move, but she knew her theory was solid.

And here Faelyn was, proving her correct. There was irony to that which did not escape her notice.

Kurenai groaned as Faelyn ground down and pressed harder, burying her face even deeper within the torrid prison. All sight was gone and even the sound seemed to be muffled, as she could scarcely make out what the woman above her was saying. It was as if her foe’s ass was an entity unto itself, all-consuming monster that want nothing less to swallow her features whole.

The situation grew worse, too, as her legs were drawn in and what little chance she had of escape was taken away. She struggled, trying to stretch out and break free, but Faelyn’s hold was too strong, and she was determined to not let her prey go now that her hooks were sunk in so deep.

Her pussy was growing hot, but that was the least of her problems. Most worrying was the distinct lack of air reaching her mouth, which was taking a real toll. Her world was getting dark and her movements were getting slower, as all the energy began to seep away from her body, making her squirming grow weaker with each passing second.

She would be out soon, if Faelyn didn't let up soon. Kurenai wasn't sure if that would be better or worse.

[Livia]

Faelyn settled her thick, heavy ass even deeper onto Kurenai’s face, grinding slowly in a lazy circle as she felt the smaller woman’s desperate squirming slowly weaken beneath her. She could feel the hot, panicked breaths against her skin, the frantic little pushes against her hips that grew feebler by the second.

But then a flicker of caution hit her. Getting the little ninjette knocked out cold this early would be embarrassing especially in a match she herself had pushed for. Disqualification was the last thing she wanted.

With a wicked little smirk, Faelyn shifted her weight forward just enough to lift the seal over Kurenai’s nostrils. The Japanese fighter’s nose was now pressed right against the warm, sweaty underside of her ass, barely a millimeter away from being fully smothered again, while her mouth remained completely trapped beneath the full weight of Faelyn’s plump cheeks.

“There we go… nice and snug,” Faelyn purred, voice low and dripping with cruel amusement. “How’s the view down there, shortstack? Comfy under my fat ass?”

She kept Kurenai’s legs folded viciously high and locked tight under her armpits, folding the smaller woman nearly in half and putting her glistening, puffy pussy on full display for the roaring crowd.

Faelyn’s eyes darkened with hunger as she stared at the exposed, dripping folds right in front of her face. One hand released its grip on Kurenai’s leg just long enough to hook a finger into the thin fabric guarding her prize and yank it aside, fully baring that pretty little cunt.

“Mmm… look at you. Already so fucking wet for me again,” she murmured, almost reverently.

Despite all the rage and the desire to punish, Faelyn couldn’t deny how much she’d enjoyed Kurenai’s tongue earlier. If this weren’t a match, the two of them might have been dangerous together. But right now, the rules were simple: payback.

Faelyn leaned forward, heavy tits pressing against Kurenai’s toned stomach, and planted a long, slow, slippery kiss directly onto those swollen lower lips. Her tongue dragged upward in one luxurious, wet stroke from entrance to clit, savoring the taste like it was the finest meal she’d ever had. Then she dove in properly mouth opening wide, tongue plunging deep between the folds before lapping hungrily at the sensitive nub.

Both of her strong hands grabbed Kurenai’s firm ass cheeks, spreading them wide and lifting her hips higher, completely exposing the Japanese fighter’s dripping sex. Faelyn devoured her with raw, greedy passion loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the air as she sucked, licked, and tongue-fucked Kurenai’s pussy like she was starving for it.

She was completely lost in the taste and scent, moaning deeply into the smaller woman’s cunt while her own ass continued to smother Kurenai’s mouth, giving her just enough air through her nose to keep her conscious… but not enough to think straight.

Faelyn pulled back for just a second, lips shiny with Kurenai’s juices, and growled against her folds:

“Cum for me again, baby. I want to feel this greedy little pussy explode all over my tongue while you’re suffocating under my ass.”

Then she buried her face back in, eating Kurenai out with even more ferocious hunger.

[BlackAkuma]

Kurenai was fading fast, drawing in a sea of sweat and salty skin. The crowd seemed to be growing distant, as if she were lost at sea and they were on a ship that was trailing further and further away, leaving her to wade in the water. Soon, they’d be completely out of earshot, and all she could do was float and sink and drown.

Everything was growing still. Everything was growing quiet. All she could hear was the steady thump-thump-thump of her own heart. Or was that Faelyn’s.

Almost out. Almost.

And then, air, sweat air, rushed into Kurenai’s lungs, and she took a breath so hard and heavy she swore her throat could burst. She breathed deep as the light flooded her eyes and the crowd came roaring back, realizing all at once what had happened. Faelyn had lifted up, given her a chance to breathe, but it wasn’t out of mercy. She still had her locked in the hold, firmly under control, even keeping her mouth smothered. This was all so she could play with her toy a little bit more. She wanted another orgasm.

There wasn’t much of anything Kurenai could do to stop it, either, as Faelyn pulled her garment aside and went to town, devouring her pussy like it was the meal of a starving man. Her tongue was wild and insistent, sending waves of pleasure through the ninjette’s body, and all she could do was lay there and struggle to take in as many breaths as she could find, struggle to stay awake, struggle to stay aware.

It was only a matter of time, and not much time, at that. Faelyn’s tongue did its devilish work, and Kurenai could already feel the orgasm working its way through her system. She tried to resist at first, purely out of reflex, but she quickly realized there was no point in doing so and drawing out the inevitable. This was happening.

Her body jolted and shuddered as she burst, giving Faelyn everything she wanted all at once. It was an electric orgasm, even better than the last, and the blinding pleasure was almost enough to knock her out by itself. She held on, for better or worse, and quickly deflated beneath the bigger woman. Utterly spent.