The Sun Can Blind (for BlackAkuma)

[Crossedes]

"Then Desdemona it is."

For all Millie's desire to have what she wanted from her relationships backstage, she knew her marketing too. Her backing had its benefits, and she was quick to push them. To clarify that she was now invested, offering advice, she ended her stretching and faced Dizzy like a model at the end of a runway. "And there is so much self-promotion in wrestling. If I hear... Dizzy, I think you might spin. It only works if you are working the pole." She winked. It was an option. "But, if hear Desdemona, I have no expectations except that it is romantic, maybe Italian. You already have me intrigued."

Whether Dizzy would heed that advice, see the value in it, Millie did not know. The young woman looked too busy soaking in everything from the scent of Millie's patented perfume to every beauty mark across the backs of her thighs. Maybe... maybe she was working this one too much. Maybe she should take what was given - and what was given? An opportunity to puppet the daughter of a respected fossil of the past.

She laughed, partially genuine and partially forced. "So, you are more Rosy Reyes than Angela Belti." She folded her arms beneath her chest, tapped her bottom lip, and pondered the insatiate young woman. "I need a sparring partner. Your mother will be eight more minutes, and I would like to see what you can do."

She stepped back toward the middle of the ring, beckoning to Dizzy. "And parents can't always help us with these things."

[BlackAkuma]

”I dunno, I’m not half bad on a pole.” It wasn’t a lie. One of her many, many ex-girlfriends had been big into it and showed her a few things. She wasn’t winning competitions, but she could do it well enough to look sex and not bust her head open. ”Maybe I’ll show you. Someday.”

She followed Millie as she made her way to the center of the ring, loving the view as she went, and flashed a curious, playful eye towards her. Dizzy’d had a feeling this might go somewhere like this, but she hadn't been sure how to get from point A to point B and leave enough time for them to have any real fun before her mother showed up. Thankfully, the towering redhead was also the type to cut through the BS - they were both flirts, but they knew what they wanted, and weren’t about to waste time getting there. This, she could work with.

Dizzy hopped on her toes for a moment and waved her arms about, getting nice and loose before she strutted on over to Millie with a confident strive. From the ringside, it had to look silly to see her stepping up to a powerhouse like this, like a cub trying to take on a lioness, but you wouldn’t have known the difference to see the hungry look on her face. Millie was a meal that she couldn't wait to eat.

”You know, I was feeling wiped out, but all of a sudden? I’ve got so much energy. Funny how the right motivation can do that for you, huh?” She bent her knees and leaned forward, moving into her grappling stance. ”Anything goes?”

[Crossedes]

Despite Millie's internal dismissal of the threat such a petite woman presented, she did have her curiosity. What people lacked in physical might they could make up for with adept minds, especially when they did not need to supply the mind. The clay that Millie had molded into a useful hierarchy had taken many shapes before she had gotten her hands on them, and each one had their use. If Desdemona's horniness equated to any seduction skills, Millie could make a valuable tool out of her beyond her familial relationship.

She leered down at the eager cub who betrayed no apprehension, telling Millie that she had no clue what the empress could do to her if she wanted. "Not only funny. There are few better motivators than me. It is my way of giving back to the sport." A knowing smile accompanied her words. "And yes, anything goes. Show me what Angela Belti's trying to bottle. She may not know what a star she has." And anything could go - not one corner of Millie's mind carried a doubt that she could turn Desdemona into a pretzel or a pancake at a moment's notice. Concealed talents or not, far larger, more experienced, and more vicious women had ended up at Kaiser's mercy.

She set her feet, hunched over Desdemona, and loomed, an enticing, domineering presence with a toothy grin on her face.

[BlackAkuma]

Off to the races, then.

What did Millie have going for her? She was near on six feet tall, built with more muscle in two legs than most women had in their body, and she’d forgotten more about wrestling than Dizzy would learn in five years.

What did Dizzy have going for her? She was really horny. That was about it.

On paper, it was a mismatch. In reality, it was a mismatch, too, but that didn’t stop Dizzy from acting like she and Millie were on the same level. The flirting game was about how you presented yourself, and she wanted to give off a confident, controlled aura, that she wasn’t about to back down. She was all in on this, even if it resulted in her getting smashed.

Hell, especially if it resulted in her getting smashed. She was all about having that body draped over hers.

”You want to see something?” She ran her tongue over her lips. ”Okay, I’ll show you something.”

A silent bell rang out and Dizzy moved forward, looking to take Millie in a traditional collar-and-elbow tie up. She didn’t expect to get anywhere with it, even though she was giving it her all, but it was a good excuse for their bodies to mingle and rub, for her chest to press against the redhead’s, to get in deep nosefuls of that luscious scent.

And, oh, what was that? Dizzy’s mouth just so happened to find it’s way to Millie’s ear throughout all that hair, and gave it some light nibbling, nipping at it with the tips of her teeth. How’d that happen?

[Crossedes]

Boldness. So many younger competitors lacked it. Millie could not spot it while Dizzy interacted with her mother, but Dizzy's boldness reared itself while she stood inches from a threat who could break ribs with one squeeze of her thighs. Millie pinned both of those thoughts alongside the others even while Dizzy offered to lock up, collar-and-elbow. A young mentee with an eager sexual appetite and not one, but two powerful women backing her? She could seduce her way through half of the roster and no one would dare threaten her, and Angela would only be protecting her daughter while knowing nothing of Millie's puppeteering.

But that could be sorted once they finished. As they tied up, flesh finding flesh, Millie made discoveries. Dizzy was... not a power threat. Not a groundbreaking revelation, but Millie could sense that Desdemona was pushing her. And she could only sense it because it took little more than leaning into the cub to hold steady. More interesting was that the boldness persisted and did not shy away from contact with Millie's stacked figure. The empress' golden eyes shone with approval.

Ah, there was the first mistake. Lips, teeth danced along her ear. An appealing feeling, but nothing that would leave any woman Millie knew swooning. With a tut and huff, Millie thrust out with her arms to rapidly power through Dizzy's half of the tie-up. With one hand, she gripped at Dizzy's top and with the other, at her bottoms, and she heaved, trying to lift the featherweight off of the mat so their eyes could meet. "Are we college sweethearts necking? That's not going to work on a woman with my experience."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy could not overpower a woman who was nearly twice her size, weight, and age. A shocker, yes.

That wasn’t to say she put no effort into it. She gave it her all, strained hard, and didn’t hold back what little she had to offer, but it was about as productive as trying to push an actual brick wall. Though a brick wall wouldn’t have felt nearly this good to rub against, wouldn’t have smelled like this, wouldn’t have had this amazing just-left-the-shower hair that was all over the place…

So, that effort was dead on arrival, but how did the more subtle approach go?

Mixed. Definitely mixed.

Millie didn’t seem impressed, but instead of throwing her away with a simple shove, she brought Dizzy in closer and lifted her clean off the floor with ease, bringing out a noise from the small Italian that was one-half shriek, one-half laugh. She was hoisted up with ease, and found herself eye-to-eye with the decidedly unswayed German powerhouse.

Shock took over her face for all of a second before it was replaced with something wilder and dangerous. She leaned forward, bringing their forehead’s together. ”Just a little foreplay. But if you want to get to the good part, fine with me.”

That was all the impetus she needed to reach behind Mille’s head, snatch two handfuls of that luscious red hair, and pull them together for a kiss so rough and willful that it bordered on violence. What she lacked in power, she made up for in carnal energy, as her fought its way into the German’s mouth and danced about. Her leg wrapped around the larger woman’s waist as much as they could, trying to get as much skin contact as possible, not wanting to ignore a single inch. A dominating, animalistic kind of embrace, for a woman she was sure could take it.

[Crossedes]

Millie was not often surprised, and even less often was she pleasantly surprised. Most young women she would haul into the air like a sack of potatoes would likely crumble. Apologize. Beg for a suitable punishment if their libido worked overtime or fled the scene if it did not. At most, they would not take the act that had gotten them womanhandled and try to outdo themselves. Lost puppies, welpen, all of them.

But Dizzy yanked Millie into the type of aggressive kiss she had only experienced with older lovers - a crash of lips and a probing tongue. Millicent would never be shocked as a schoolgirl by anything anymore, but even her eyes widened at Desdemona's eagerness and lack of inhibition before they shuttered to enjoy. While manic for her typical taste, the kiss was more impressive than she would have expected. She let out a moan that was more kudos than outright pleasure.

Millie, however, did not take her loving passively, satisfying kiss notwithstanding. With Dizzy starting to climb her, wrap around her, Millie hoisted Dizzy an inch higher, pushed up on her toes, and sent them teetering over, Dizzy's back first. Dizzy hit, and the empress' weight fell down atop her. The impact broke their kiss, but it was Millie's turn to snatch the young woman's face toward her this time with a healthy handful of neck and hair and invade the other's mouth, letting her breasts weigh heavily on Dizzy's chest.

[BlackAkuma]

And there was the moan. Millie let out this deep, guttural moan that reverberated through Dizzy’s throat as she indulged in the kiss, and she could taste the German accent on it, even muffled. It got a laugh out of her, a quick one before she had to dive back in for more. So much for college sweethearts.

Dizzy made the most of her time, gripping the giantess tight, thrusting against her, using her strong base to go wild without the risk of unbalancing them, but she knew it would only last so long. While she had only met Millie, she got the strong impression that this wasn’t the sort of woman who’d just stand around and let herself be used as a humping pole. Sure enough, her world was tilted backwards, the rush of air through her hair, and that sudden sinking feeling all came together. She was going down, and she braced herself for the impact.

It wasn’t a light one. While she’d never call a woman like this ‘fat’, she had a good deal of weight to work with, and it was more than enough to drive the wind out of her when they came down for that crash landing. She was prepared for it, so she didn’t let go of her grip, but she couldn't resist arching her back and gasping as the powerhouse hammered her into the canvas. However, she wasn’t even allowed to finish that gasp before Millie pulled her back in for the kiss, looking to continue the embrace on her terms.

The pretense of a normal sparring session was gone - this was training, but not the kind her mother would’ve approved of. There was a good chance she could walk back in at any second, too. Yes, she’d gone off to do work, but what if the office was closed or something? What if she’d forgotten her wallet or her phone and returned early? What if one of the other women in the gym decided not to mind their own business, took some photos, and put them up on Twitter. So many what-ifs. So many risks.

Not a single one of them deterred Dizzy in the slightest. This was the sort of forbidden fruit she’d come to Japan for in the first place. Millie pressed down on her, engulfed her with that magnificent body, and she couldn't get enough of it. ”Harder.” She whispered between a kiss, a word bathed in devilish lust.

Even now, with Millie on top, she wasn’t about to be a passive lover, either. One hand ensnared the German’s hair, gripping it tight, as if there was a chance of her pulling away, as if she could stop her if she did. The other hand was more fruitful, as it took a journey to the redhead’s chest. Curious fingers ran along the side of her breast, before this slipped into her sports bra and dipped into the shadows, massaging the flesh underneath.

[Crossedes]

More credit to the young Ms. Belti. She did not snap like a twig as Millicent fell atop her. Millie scribbled away at more notes, like an employer with her interviewee, in the back of her mind. Most of her attention remained focused on building on Dizzy's already-considerable addiction to her, and by the way Dizzy used the briefest freedom to declare that she wanted it "harder," she knew she was succeeding. And of course she was. Darkly lidded eyes bore into Dizzy's before she dove back into the consuming kiss.

Sensitive, alert, she could feel Dizzy's hands approaching before they latched onto her, one weaving into her hair and one pricking at the edge of her bra. The one that plunged beneath the bra to paw at the skin and sensitive, hardened nipple beneath did not phase her. The other... Millie prided herself on having few narcissistic peculiarities. Her understanding of her own beauty and attention to her appearance did not mean she, as a fighter in a combat sport, cared about a bruise or smudged lipstick or panties pulled too tight. Her hair, on the other hand, was a pride.

And this was training even if Dizzy did not know it. The German's strong hand snapped around Dizzy's wrist, and the other followed to pull the hand off of her breast. She broke the kiss and glanced at the far wall's clock, timing Angela's return, but while she glanced away, her body shifted until she was sitting on Dizzy just below the chest. She regained eye contact with the young minx, peering down like a disciplining teacher. With a gentle touch, she pulled Dizzy's arms together until her forearms were rubbing, pushed those arms back over the top of Dizzy's head, and scooted forward until the hot heartbeat at the front of her crotch was thrumming against Dizzy's chin through Millie's bottoms and her titanic thighs kept Dizzy's arms stuffed together on either side of her face.

Millie rested her hands on those imperious thighs and leaned over her tutee. "A smart girl would make sure she doesn't have any of this red silk tangled between her fingers." She ran her fingers through a cascade of her own hair. "Do we have an understanding? I can't promise to leave you in such a nice spot the next time it happens." Her legs flexed enough to push her crotch onto Dizzy's mouth before they relaxed again, letting her speak any retort on her mind.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy pressed up with her body, only to have her efforts shot down, unable to do a thing against all this weight, all this power. This was why she loved bigger women so much - while she could have fun with just about anyone so long as the base attraction was there, she craved having all this flesh on top of her, of being engulfed and having her senses dominated. It was one of the few times when being so small was a plus. If she’d been her mother’s height and had the strength to throw Millie off if she wanted to, this wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. It’d be like watching someone on a roller coaster versus actually being on one. Without the danger, if Millie couldn't 100% wreck her if she wanted to, there was no thrill.

So, when Millie established some dominance by pinning her wrists to the floor and robbing her of the sensations she’d been enjoying, it just made Dizzy blurted out an elated squeak when the kiss parted. She panted hard, sucking in lungfuls of air while her chest heaved. They’d only been at this for less than a minute, but the smell of sweat was already in the air, mixing with Millie's wild perfume to create an addictive concoction.

She put up a token struggle as Millie made her way up her body, but it was more for aesthetics than anything, playing into the fantasy. It also rubbed against her, all the way up until she came down on her chest. Pinned like this, Dizzy couldn't escape. She could barely even squirm.

She looked up to see Millie seated there, looking divine, using her chest like a throne and owning it appropriately. When she moved forward and pressed again her mouth, she lifted her head to meet the softness, rubbing against it, kissing it, licking at it, like she had a chance to get at what was underneath. It was only a moment but left her craving so much more. “Oh, I’ll keep it in mind.” She tipped her head to the side and ran her cheek along Millie’s swelling thighs. ”Then again, maybe I don’t want to be in a nice spot. Maybe you should give me an example.”