Kurenai Yamazaki vs Faelyn Sinclaire [D] - Party Bloopers

[Livia]

The bell was already starting to ring — the officials signaling the end of the second fall after Kurenai’s explosive orgasm — when the sharp CRACK of a slap cut through the arena.

Kurenai’s hand connected hard across Faelyn’s cheek, snapping the bigger woman’s head to the side. A mix of sweat and the Japanese fighter’s own juices sprayed off her face from the force of the blow.

The sound echoed loudly across the ring.

Faelyn froze. Her hand slowly rose to her stinging cheek, fingers brushing over the rapidly reddening mark. For a heartbeat, stunned silence fell over the crowd.

Then the referee waved off the bell, letting the round continue.
Faelyn turned her head back toward Kurenai with deliberate slowness.

The look in her eyes was pure murder dark, blazing fury that could have burned holes through steel. Her lips peeled back in a snarl, jaw tight with rage.

“You… little… fucking… bitch.”

Without hesitation, Faelyn retaliated. Her thick arm swung in a powerful arc, delivering a hard, stinging slap right back at Kurenai’s pretty face

[BlackAkuma]

In hindsight, slapping the woman who was currently mounting your chest with a distinct weight advantage who’d developed a serious grudge against you was not, in any way, shape, or form, an intelligent decision.

On the other hand, Kurenai was having a hard time bringing herself to care.

As much as she knew this would lead to bad consequences, as much as she knew it would incur the woman’s wrath, she decided it was absolutely worth it just to feel her hand against Faelyn’s face. She managed to get more force into the blow than she thought possible, and the look of utter shock on her foe’s face told her that one had surprised her just as much. For a moment, the room seemed to freeze, time slowed to a crawl, she swore she could hear her own heartbeat.

Then, down came the hammer. Suffice to say, Faelyn was quite capable of slapping much harder than Kurenai could, and her blow hit the ninjette’s face with a thunderous impact, making her ears ring. The world turned white for instant, and when she returned to reality, she did so with a pounding ache in her skull, as if her brain itself took the hit and was getting rattled about.

Straining, Kurenai moved mostly on instinct and tried to slap back, but there was hardly any force in her blow this time, her body too stunned to even properly make her muscles work in combination.

[Livia]

The slap from Kurenai barely grazed Faelyn’s cheek weak, sluggish, and pathetic.Faelyn’s eyes flashed with dark amusement and fresh anger. Before the smaller woman could pull her hand back, Faelyn snatched it out of the air, her strong fingers clamping down like a vice around Kurenai’s wrist. With a rough shove, she slammed the arm onto the canvas above the ninjette’s head, pinning it firmly.

“Not so tough now, are you?” she growled.

Kurenai’s free hand twitched, trying to move, but Faelyn was faster. She seized that wrist too and drove it down on the other side, trapping both of the Japanese fighter’s arms against the mat. Faelyn leaned forward, pressing her full weight down as she straddled Kurenai’s stomach, her heavy breasts crushing against the smaller woman’s chest in a position of total dominance.

She stared into Kurenai’s dazed eyes for a long, charged moment, her own gaze burning with fury and hungry lust. Then, without warning, Faelyn claimed her lips in a rough, aggressive kiss.She kissed her like she wanted to punish her through pleasure alone deep, wet, and filthy while keeping her arms helplessly pinned. For nearly ten seconds she dominated the kiss, tongue invading, claiming, devouring. Finally, Faelyn pulled back just enough to bite Kurenai’s lower lip sharply, tugging it before releasing it with a wet pop.

A thin string of saliva still connected their lips as she hovered above the dazed ninjette, wearing a wicked, satisfied grin.

SMACK!Without warning, Faelyn delivered another sharp, stinging slap across Kurenai’s cheek firm, mocking, and just enough to wake her up.“Come on, shortstack,” she taunted, voice thick with condescension.

“Don’t tap out on me yet. We still have one more round.” Faelyn released Kurenai’s wrists and pushed herself up, rising to her full towering height.

She stood over the smaller woman for a moment, staring down with a mix of lingering fury and raw lust, then turned on her heel and strutted back to her corner. Her thick, glistening ass swayed with every confident step as she leaned against the ropes, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck.The scoreboard now read 2-1 in her favor.

Faelyn licked her lips slowly, a dark, predatory smile spreading across her face as she locked eyes with Kurenai across the ring.

“Last round, baby… Try not to cum too fast.”

[BlackAkuma]

Kurenai knew that the slap wouldn’t do anything when she threw it. She knew she might as well have been firing spitballs at a tank. It was an utterly futile, meaningless move, and it would do nothing more than scratch this woman’s cheek, at the very most.

But she had to do it. She had to do something. She might not be able to get up, but she couldn't let Faelyn think that she had given up or that she was ceding the match to her, even if that wasn’t too far from the truth.

If Faelyn took her unspoken statement seriously, however, the woman was too focused to show. Instead, her opponent contemptuously pressed her hands to the ground, one then the other, keeping her in place and as she twitched and squirmed beneath her. And then…

”Don’t-”

Kurenai’s protests were cut off as Faelyn took her mouth with a rapturous kiss, utterly dominating her lips. She tried to push back at first, but the woman simply came on to strong, and every attempt she made to reclaim her space was buffeted aside. It wasn’t intimate, it wasn’t sensual, it was an act of sheer dominance, like a predator marking her territory.

Kurenai was gasping by the time Faelyn finally let up, struggling to catch her breath on the floor, but whatever recovery she might’ve enjoyed was dashed when the woman gave her a harsh slap across the face, one with enough power to make her ears ring. It was her parting gift, before she finally pushed off and gave the ninjette space to rise, not that she was too keen on doing so.

She sucked in deep breaths and fought the instinct to retch as she rolled over and pushed her way up, rising up onto wobbly legs. Her stomach hurt. Her head hurt. Everything hurt. But she did her best to push past all of that and make her way over to the corner, where she leaned up against the pads and made an effort to still her spiraling mind.

This was a disaster, and she knew it, but she wasn’t going to give up. She refused to give Faelyn that satisfaction.