The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 3: Yutani Oshima

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy’s mouth seemed to move on its own accord now, saying words without her brains consent. It was as if her body itself wanted to please Yutani and was taking the reigns, saying whatever it needed in order to get the desired result. If the Shoguness had pounder her long enough, there was likely nothing she couldn't have forced Dizzy to say, no depravity she wouldn’t have consented to. She rapidly reached the point where disobedience was unthinkable and would stoop to any low if it meant this woman stayed on top of her just a little longer.

Dizzy’s groaned as Yutani pressed hard into her body for a tantalizing moment, flattening her against the canvas, then groaned again as the woman moved away. The second one was only in frustration, as she hated even a second where they weren’t touching, but the single second of waiting was more than worth it for what came next. Yutani dropped back down with resounding force, making the sound of slapping flesh echo all around them, but this time she was in a different position. The thigh between her legs told Dizzy what was coming before a single move was made, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth. The rhythm was deliberate and mechanical, like the steam engine of a mighty train working itself up. Yutani’s body seemed to swallow Dizzy’s with every push, her fulsome curves enveloping the tiny Italian, only to spit her back out a moment later. She would adorn her face with kisses each time she came forth, each time Dizzy would try and bring their lips together, and each time she would be denied, only for the process to repeat and repeat and repeat…

It was maddening. It was brutal. It was one of the wildest, most dominating sensual experiences Dizzy had ever had, and the competition was stiffer than her nipples. There was no need for her to hold back anymore, as she knew there was no way this experience could get any better. Time to let it go. Time to release.

Thrust. "Fuck, I'm-" Thrust. "I'm going to-" Thrust. "Yes, yes, yes-"

Her legs spread wide, accepted a final thrust from the Shoguness, and then Dizzy came all at once. Her shuddering cry was hoarse, with her throat already ran ragged but loud enough to make the ears tingle all the same. She shuddered and quivered as much as Yutani’s oppressing would allow as the waves tore through her body and she incessantly bucked against the woman’s thigh to maximize the pleasure. An unmistakable scent filled the air and the juices flowed down her thigh, creating twin pools on both sides of her leg.

Spent. Utterly spent. It took Dizzy a few seconds of babbling before she could speak coherently again. ”Oh, thank you. Thank you, Yutani-sama.” She leaned forward as far as she could and tried to plant a few kisses on the Shoguness' arm, wanting to properly worship the muscles that had nearly split her in half. "Fuck, I could do that everyday."

[DropKix]

As Dizzy came undone beneath her, Yutani felt a surge of pride course through her body. The young woman's desperate pleas and wanton cries of pleasure only served to fuel the Shoguness' own desire, urging her on as she continued to grind her powerful thigh against Dizzy's most intimate crevices. Yutani could feel the Italian's slick arousal coating her skin, making it slide easily over her muscular flesh. The scent of their combined excitement filled the air, a heady aroma that only seemed to intensify the Shoguness' own need for control.

With a final thrust of her hips, Yutani pushed Dizzy over the edge and into ecstasy. She could feel the girl's entire body tremble with the force of her climax, her legs spreading wide in an attempt to take more of the Shoguness' powerful form deep inside. Yutani held onto the smaller woman as she shuddered and bucked beneath her, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure from Dizzy's quivering body. It was only when the girl finally went limp, spent and panting, that Yutani slowly withdrew her thigh from between those slick folds.

But as Dizzy leaned forward to kiss and bathe her with thanks and praise, Yutani suddenly couldn't help but feel... unsatisfied. She thought she had dominated this young lioness completely, breaking her down until she was little more than putty in the Shoguness' hands. By all means, nothing was stopping Yutani from ending the match here and now. Dizzy had been reduced to a pathetic mess, and it would take little more than dragging the girl to the throne, placing her ass on her face, and enjoying the spoils of war. Yet here she was thanking her, making such a victory seem... tasteless. Dizzy may have cracked beneath the reverence of the Shougness, but she hadn't been broken. Yutani sensed this little one could still take more punishment.

"Now, now Desdemona, you've got it all wrong" Yutani whispered, running her fingers through Dizzy's damp hair. "My sexual prowess is a weapon, not a gift. Clearly I have not done enough to shatter that untamed lustful spirit of yours, little one." Yutani purred as she pulled Dizzy up from the mat and onto her knees by her hair. "I could not possibly claim my victory now. Not until you learn to fear that which you currently admire. " With a cruel grin, Yutani cradled Dizzy's neck between her arms before yanking her up to her feet. Her hand snaked downward, cupping the wet crotch of her opponent. With a powerful heave, Yutani attempted to thrust Dizzy upwards in the air, exposing her sheening body to the silent stillness of the dojo. Yutani held her lithe opponent suspended, as if imagining a thousand eyes feasting upon the body of her vanquished foe. Only then did Yutani finally release, attempting to bring Dizzy hurdling down with a brutal jackhammer!

[BlackAkuma]

That was good. So good.

But, if Dizzy was being a little honest, also disappointing.

Not the sex itself, mind you, that was amazing. Yutani was easily one of the hottest women she’d come across in LAW, everything she sought for with a partner put into one smoldering package: Tall, dominant, sensual, aged like the finest wines. She could’ve spent all night with someone like this, could’ve blown both their minds.

But with that orgasm, the match was essentially over, wasn’t it? Technically, she still had to be dragged to the throne and have her face sat on, which she was immensely looking forward to, and there could be some fun after that, but Dizzy wanted to show off a little more, first. She’d enjoyed holding her own against the woman at the start, however brief that had been, and she clamored for the chance to impress the Shoguness once again.

Thankfully, she might have that chance.

Dizzy squealed - from shock, pain, and pleasure - as she was hauled upwards, forced to stand as her was shoved under the woman’s arm. She jumped when her soaking pussy was seized, and then she found herself going upwards, brought high above the ring and held aloft. Yutani probably had more weight in those thunderous thighs than Dizzy had in her whole body, so it wasn’t exactly a testament to the Shoguness’ strength, but she made a show of it all the same as she kept her suspended. Perfect balance, flawless control, peerless dominance.

And then it all came crashing down. Hard.

Dizzy had expected an vertical suplex, but she was given something far more stylish, as Yutani whipped her around and brought her crashing into the canvas with a variation, one she was reasonably familiar with. She cried out at the impact as it ran through her body, leaving her flattened beneath her foe’s unyielding bulk.

But not broken. Not yet.

”Jackhammer, huh?” She forced out a laugh through her pained gasping. ”Mom uses that on me a lot, kind of used to it.” She reached over and gave Yutani’s fulsome ass a defiant slap, pulling the tiger’s tail. ”Gotta try harder, sorry.”

[DropKix]

Yutani’s amusement flickered, but something colder, sharper, slid in behind it—curiosity. Dizzy’s words clung to her mind like an old melody, A peculiar statement, one that stuck in Yutani’s mind even as Dizzy dared to slap her backside in defiance. The audacity made her smirk—briefly, before Yutani’s hand lashed out, her fingers locking around her throat like a vice of iron. She squeezed, enough to make the smaller woman’s pulse throb against her palm like a trapped bird. The Shoguness rose to her full height, dragging Dizzy up with her, lifting her effortlessly as if she were little more than a disobedient offering to the heavens. Dizzy’s feet left the canvas, kicking at open air, her body writhing against the steel-like grip that refused to yield.

"Your mother," Yutani echoed, her voice low, deliberate, tasting the words as if rolling a rare, aged wine across her tongue. She tilted her head, dark eyes drinking in every detail of Dizzy’s face—the shape of her jaw, the fire in her gaze, the way her defiance curled against pain instead of buckling beneath it. "She must be quite the woman to have bred such a stubborn little thing." A pause, measured and heavy. "Tell me, piccola... who is she?"

But before Dizzy could draw breath to answer, Yutani ripped her from the heavens and sent her plummeting to the depths of the earth. The impact was thunderous, a crack that rattled the ring, sending tremors through the ropes, shaking the very foundations of the dojo. The mat buckled beneath Dizzy’s wrecked frame, her body folding into the unforgiving embrace of the canvas.

Yutani loomed above her, a figure carved from power and poise, her expression unreadable but for the slight, knowing curl of her lips. That accent. That defiance. That look in her eyes. It was a shadow of something from long ago, something buried beneath years of conquest and blood-stained glory. "You remind me of someone," she murmured, rolling her shoulders, as if shaking off an old ghost that had dared to whisper its name in her ear. The pieces weren’t fitting together just yet, but they were shifting, aligning. The past was rising from its grave.

No matter. Coaxing the answer out of her young foe was just the excuse she needed to drag this match on a little while longer.

Yutani lifted her foot and pressed it deep into Dizzy’s stomach, grinding down with measured force, squeezing what little air remained in her ravaged lungs. Dizzy was all but folded beneath her heel, a living relic beneath the boot of an empress. Finally she delivered a brutal stomp, like a merciless hammer of flesh and bone driving down into Dizzy’s midsection, a reminder that the Shoguness was not finished. Not even close.

Now that Dizzy was thoroughly tenderized, all that was left was to interrogate the girl. And Yutani had just the technique in mind. She lowered herself down to the mat, her thunderous thighs interlocking effortlessly with her her small, prone opponent's own. Soon Yutani could feel Dizzy's wet pussy make contact with the fabric of her regal attire, the sticky nectar seeping it’s way between the mesh of her ornate leotard. "Let’s see if you have her strength… or just her mouth." Yutani challenged as she pressed her pussy deeper into Desdemona's crotch, rubbing her opponent's slick folds with a gentle rhythm... for now. The intent was clear, a trib battle that would serve as one final test for the intruder, for lineage alone would not be enough to determine whether she was worthy of sharing the ring with the Shoguness!

[BlackAkuma]

A horny little imp Dizzy might have been, but even she wasn’t so lustful that she didn’t recognize the fire she was playing with when she slapped Yutani’s - incredibly firm, yet surprisingly soft - ass. She’d only known this woman for a few minutes, but she already understood her well enough to know the sort of wrath she was begging for with that impudence, the level of danger she was courting. When you pull the tiger’s tale, you only have yourself to blame when you get the fangs.

And oh, did she ever get those fangs. The response was almost instantaneous, with Yutani’s hand finding her throat like it was magnetized to it, powerful fingers curling around her throat for a crushing grip. Helpless, hapless, Dizzy could only thrash about as the Shoguness stood and lifted her with frightening ease, raising her off the canvas and letting her legs dangle. Choked gasps and spurts flew from her lips as she fought for every breath, and her hand gripped the woman’s wrist tight in a vain effort to alleviate the pressure.

So much power, so much force. Despite the pain and the natural distress, a wheezing moan slipped through.

Through it all, she scarcely registered the woman’s question - she was asking who her Mom was? It might have been curiosity on her part, but Dizzy had the slight inkling that there was more to it. Her mother had been well-known during her time, especially in the Japanese circles, so there was a chance they’d heard of each other, maybe even crossed paths. She was pretty sure she’d never heard this woman’s name before, and she damn sure would’ve remembered her if they’d ever had a big match, but still…

She wasn’t given much time to ponder before she was brought down to the mat with a meteoric crash, her body hitting with such a tremendous force that she bounced off the impact. It was a horrific crash, one of the worst Dizzy had ever suffered in a match, and it left her writhing in pain…and yet, even still, she smiled at the sight of the woman above her, as she cast her shadow like some sort of vengeful war goddess.

Dizzy had just started to push her way up on her elbows, trying to respond, when Yutan’s boot drove all the air and answers clean out, drilling deep into her core and making her glad she’d done so many situps. A stiff stomp followed, one that folded her clean in half and knocked out what little air she had left.

Dizzy was a muddled mess on the floor, sucking in all the oxygen she could manage, when Yutani descended on her own again and locked limbs with her. At first, it looked like she’d be subjected to another grinding session - which she wouldn’t have objected to in the least. That notion was shattered, though, when she felt something soft, tastier, and more inviting against her slicked sex. Dizzy closed her eyes and shuddered as Yutan’s pussy pressed against her own, giving her unmatched pleasure while taking her own.

This. This, she could work with. She couldn't hold a candle to Yutani when it came to raw might, but this was a battlefield she was more accustomed to.

After being smashed like that, her energy was running was low, but she still had enough to grind back against Yutani and set the rhythm, meeting her every thrust with one of her own. The heat was building, her fires were getting stoked, and she reached up to run her hands through the Shoguness’ silvery strands. ”Oh, bellissima,” She pulled up just enough to press their lips together for a fiery kiss, quick and hot. ”I’ve got more than enough of both.”

And another kiss. And another. And another. And…

[DropKix]

For a moment, Yutani relished the feeling—the heat, the friction, the way Dizzy's body twitched and bucked beneath her. She leaned in low, pressing their foreheads together, silver hair cascading down to frame them in a messy curtain. "Mm," she breathed, her voice a low warning, "this is the price of disrespect, girl."

But then Dizzy shifted underneath her, and not to escape. No, she moved with her, grinding back, setting a rhythm of her own, hips rolling up to meet every slow, crushing grind Yutani dealt out. The realization hit Yutani like a ton of bricks: Dizzy wasn’t wilting under her, he was fighting back in her own, shameless way. She moved with her. Grinding back, hips rolling up to meet Yutani’s own thrust for thrust, slow and deliberate. Dizzy was matching her. Dizzy was challenging her.

Yutani’s hands locked onto Dizzy’s wrists, forcing them to the mat with a sharp thud, trying to anchor the smaller woman and snuff out this rebellion before it grew. But Dizzy just smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, and crashed upward into a kiss. Then another. Then another. Quick, hot pecks that made Yutani’s breath catch in spite of herself.

A low growl rumbled in Yutani’s throat. She jerked her head back, trying to regain her focus, but Dizzy pursued her, relentless. Lips brushing, hips grinding. The Shoguness’s body betrayed her first, hips rocking instinctively back into the rhythm, drawn into the slow, burning cadence Dizzy set. "Enough!" Yutani roared, voice tight. "Who is your mother? What woman birthed a wench like you?" she demanded, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. Her fingers flexed around Dizzy’s wrists, trying to reassert her grip on both the situation, and herself. But the question hung there, unanswered, smothered by the heat blooming between them. Dizzy answered not with words, but with her body: a sinuous roll of her hips, a taunting grind that made Yutani's pussy tremble against her will.

Yutani inhaled sharply. Her fingers loosened slightly on Dizzy’s wrists. She tried again, voice hoarse with strain, "Tell me... who—" Another kiss stole the words from her mouth, this one deeper, slower, laced with an almost mocking sweetness. Dizzy’s hand slipped free, threading into Yutani’s silver hair and pulling her back down into another searing kiss, pressing their bodies tighter together.

Yutani’s resistance faltered, crumbling piece by piece under the onslaught. Her hips, meant to pin, now moved instinctively with Dizzy’s, matching the grinding rhythm. Her body burned where they touched, every nerve ending alive, screaming for more even as her mind tried to cling to the interrogation. "Tell me..." she whispered again, but her voice broke midway, dissolving into a shaky gasp as Dizzy’s hips found a perfect rhythm against her own. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to remember why she was even asking. Who the mother was, what the connection meant—it all blurred into the background behind the overwhelming tide of pleasure rising between them.

But the question died there, smothered by another kiss, another thrust, another sweet, maddening grind of womanhood that finally, finally dragged a low, helpless moan from the mighty Shoguness’s throat as she let forth a powerful orgasm. For the first time in the match, Yutani Oshima was no longer leading the dance. The mighty walls of the Shoguness had finally been breached, and with them came a flood—slick, hot, and unrestrained—coating their feverish bodies where they ground together in the throes of stolen dominance.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t easy to kiss Yutani like this. Difficult, even. The woman was pinning her down, and while that was far from an unusual thing with her lovers - quite common, really - the Shoguness was better at it than most. There was real power in those arms, backed by a will that wasn’t afraid to use it. Those hands could crush her, break her, squeeze her until all the breath left her body. She was flirting with destruction, here.

She loved it. And she wasn’t the only one, either. Dizzy noticed the response it got from Yutani. She couldn't not notice it. The stalwart woman was doing her best to hide it, taking shelter behind that Lady of War image, but there was only so much that a wanting body could conceal. The truth was told in every thrust that was answered, every quickened breath, every subtle gasp. She tried to evade, but Dizzy was a huntress with her kisses, feverishly moving in and closing the distance, refusing to let her prey retreat…

It all came to a sudden end when Yutani reasserted her control and pounded her into the canvas, bellowing at Dizzy with a roar that shook the walls. The tiny Italian winced at the daunting display, but it wasn’t fear that took her face when she unclenched - no, it was confusion. Again with her mother. She had been willing to write Yutani off the first time, figuring it was just a question she asked out of curiosity, but the insistence made her rethink that.

Yutani was old - damned hot for her age, any age, but if Dizzy had to guess, she was either in her her early forties or close to it. She didn’t know the woman’s history, but it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for her to have met her mother. If that was the case, it raised some questions. Were they friends, rivals, or-

Questions for another time, lost in the haze as Dizzy finally struck the gold she was looking for. This woman was iron, but even iron melts when enough heat is applied, and it seemed like she’d finally reached that point. The walls had come down, the defenses were gone, and she moved in like a conquering army, kissing Yutani at a wild, feverish pace, as if every moment with their lips touching was unbearable.

It was Dizzy’s time to take control of things, and her body went into action without a second thought, upping the pace and forcing Yutani to catch up. It wasn’t long before they reached the inevitable conclusion, either, as the Shoguness’ body could only withstand so much. She was human - an impressive human, but still, and there were limits to the amount of pleasure she could take before it all came spilling out. When it did, Dizzy couldn't keep a triumphant giggle from slipping its way out - cocky and brash, sure, but she’d earned it.

The Shoguness was hers. It wasn’t going to last, surely, but she intended to enjoy this ride for as long as she couldn't. ”You’re all mine.”

Dizzy’s hands slipped free of Yutani’s weakened grasp and she slid up, squirming out from underneath the bigger woman. She didn’t go far, just enough so she could bring her legs up and wrap them around the Shoguness’ impressive neck, capturing her with a tight scissorhold. Not her strong suit, but she figured it would be enough to keep her foe in check for a little while, at least until she recovered from that little orgasmic burst. ”You answer my questions, first.” Her tone was impish, with a devilish smirk to match. ”Why do you wanna know about my Mom so bad, huh? I remind you of someone, you said?”

[DropKix]

The moment Dizzy’s thighs coiled around her neck, Yutani’s vision narrowed to a tunnel of heat and muscle and breathless tension. The pressure was far from perfect, sloppy, even, by submission standards, but it was enough to keep her cinched in for now, especially since her nervous system was still recovering from that heady orgasm. More than tightness of it though, it was the audacity of it that bothered her. The cheek. The sheer gall of this little woman to try and contain her, claim her, tease her after that.

Yutani’s teeth bared in a low, involuntary snarl. No. No, no, no—she would not belong to anyone.

Yet even as the Shoguness stirred with a slow, molten fury, she could feel her thighs damp with shame, her inner walls twitching from the aftershocks of the climax that Dizzy had wrenched from her body like the thief she played dress up as. The pulse between her legs still throbbed, traitorous and tender, echoing the humiliation carved into her muscles. Dizzy had peeled back something sacred, taken from the Empress, and lived to giggle about it. But it was the question, that voice, playful and sultry, but edged with curiosity, that truly bit into Yutani’s ego.

Her hands lifted slowly, heavy with fatigue, wrapping around the younger woman’s thighs. There was nothing elegant in the way her fingers dug in. She tried to pry them apart. Her arms flexed, trembling with effort, muscles taut beneath the sheen of sweat, but her strength was only half-present, still drowned in the lingering haze of pleasure. Her glare, however, was untouched, sharp as a blade, aimed straight into the heart of Dizzy’s smugness.

"You remind me..." she rasped, voice low and breathless, "...of a mistake."

A twitch curled through her fingers. Her hands crawled back up Dizzy’s thighs, shaking with the effort it took not to rip the girl apart then and there. Her vision pulsed with a flicker of returning clarity, her lungs still struggling to catch breath between the thick confines of Dizzy's thighs.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was a little curious about how her mother and Yutani knew each other—a little. Her best bet was that they were rivals at some point, maybe clashed once or twice. It couldn't have been that big of a deal, given how much her mother liked to talk about her glory days, so she was willing it meant more to Yutani than vice versa. She wouldn’t have had any problems spilling the tea and letting the Shoguness know…

…expect that it was clearly getting under the haughty woman, whatever it was, so holding off on the reveal was just one more piece of leverage she could use to drive her wild. The ‘secret’ would keep. For now.

So far, it was working like a charm. Dizzy had only known Yutani for a few minutes, but she liked to think she was a quick study when it came to reading people, and she could already write a thesis on the Shoguness. The royalty act wasn’t an act. No, she lived it, believed it, owned it, and as such, Dizzy had committed a mortal sin by daring to strike do unto Yutani as she did unto her. For taking away the control.

Yutani looked at her like a bug, a lowly insect that had dared to sting and blemish her perfect skin—a pest to be squished.

Ooh. Goosebumps.

Dizzy clamped her ankles together and powered down for all she was worth, which really wasn’t saying much against the she-titan she was locked onto. But, given her cum-drunk state, Yutani wouldn’t be able to mount an offense for a little while. It was her time to play, now.

Her smile only widened when Yutani tried and failed to pry her legs apart, working hard to even get her words out. ”I do, do I? That’s funny.” She tipped her head. ”The only mistake I see right now is yours.”

Dizzy flicked her tongue out, then abruptly released Yutani’s head, giving her the relief she was no doubt craving - but only for a couple of seconds. That was all the time Dizzy needed to flip away, rising to her feet, then come rushing in again. She dipped down, pulled her foe up to her knees, and abruptly shoved her head under her shoulder, catching her with a tight headlock.

She couldn't get Yutani any higher than that, but for what she had in mind, that wouldn’t be necessary, anyway. She pulled her in, kicked out her legs, fell back, and attempted to spike her into the canvas with a DDT. Good and reliable.

[DropKix]

The moment Dizzy’s legs unwound from her neck, Yutani collapsed forward, like the breath had been squeezed out of her core and her spine had momentarily forgotten how to bear weight. Her palms hit the mat with a muted slap, fingers splaying wide, desperate to root herself to something solid. Her breaths came ragged and hoarse, each one a stuttering effort to pull her body back from the brink she’d just been shoved over. Sweat trickled down the curve of her temple, darkening the silvery strands clinging to her face.

Yutani’s lips parted, the faintest breath of a snarl escaping them. Her body tensed in small, twitching motions, muscles flexing in staccato pulses as if she was fighting to reassemble herself one piece at a time. She wanted to answer. Wanted to rise. Wanted to grab that brat by the throat and remind her what happened to those who toyed with lions.

But her limbs were slow to obey. Her legs were leaden, arms trembling beneath her. The aftermath of pleasure still echoed violently through her body, short-circuiting her composure and her balance in equal measure. She was still reeling, still dazed, and Dizzy knew it. Of course she knew it, and she was quick to act on it too.

Yutani’s head was wrenched beneath Dizzy’s arm, and in a breathless instant the world flipped. Her body lifted from the mat, helpless and heavy. There was no time to brace, no strength to resist, only the final brutal snap of motion as she was driven headfirst into the canvas with a sharp, unforgiving DDT.

Despite the relatively short distance of the fall, the impact was still enough to etch out a cry of pain from the Shoguness. Her skull bounced with sickening precision, the force jarring her spine and turning the rest of her body into dead weight. The mat trembled beneath her as she flopped face first into the canvas. one leg twitching, her other limbs spilling wide. Her eyes fluttered open, then shut again, the light above turning into nothing but static behind her lids.

She wasn’t beaten. Not yet.

But in this moment, the proud and imperial Yutani Oshima still lay stunned beneath the boot of a girl who dared to mock, touch, and topple the once mighty Shoguness!