Kurenai Yamazaki vs Faelyn Sinclaire [D] - Party Bloopers

[Livia]

Faelyn pushed off the ropes with a lazy, satisfied roll of her shoulders, the bell still echoing through the arena as she sauntered toward the center of the ring. Her hips swayed with every step, heavy tits bouncing freely, a smug, victorious grin plastered across her face. One fall already in the bag. One messy little orgasm painted across Kurenai’s pretty cheeks. She could still smell the smaller woman’s cum on her fingers.

“Round two, Baby~,” she called out, voice loud and dripping with glee. “Ready to get fucked again?”

The Japanese fighter was being cute now circling slow and cautious, eyes locked on her like she was sizing up a predator. Faelyn just chuckled low in her throat and closed the distance anyway, bold and unhurried. When Kurenai darted in to bait her, Faelyn’s smirk turned sharp and evil.

She snapped her right hand forward in a quick, flashy jab aimed straight at Kurenai’s face then pulled it at the last instant.

The real punch came from her left: a heavy, looping cross that whistled through the air and aimed straight into the soft flesh of Kurenai’s tits

[BlackAkuma]

Kurenai kept her feet light and loose as she moved about, never staying place too long, never staying on the center line. She wouldn’t say she was afraid of Faelyn, but she had to respect this woman’s power, knowing full well what she would do if she got on top of her again. Her only chance here was to strike before that happened. To make sure that her foe never got the chance to use her sizeable weight advantage.

She just had to be ready for the strike she knew was coming. Faelyn didn’t seem the patient sort, no - she was eager to get her hands on Kurenai again, eager for another humiliation. She would nibble on the bait, any second now…

There it was.

The left hand came out quickly, a jab that seemed to come for Kurenai’s face, but it stopped short. A feint. A quick glance showed her the real attack - a hook, coming hard for her chest.

Reflexes kicked in and she ducked low, narrowly avoiding the blow. She moved as it sailed overhead, narrowly avoiding the blow, and came out behind Faelyn.

Instead of turning around to face her foe once again, Kurenai threw herself backwards, flipping through the air, letting her foot sail in a wide arc - a Pele Kick, one that would hopefully smack Faelyn in her unsuspecting face when she turned around.

[Livia]

Faelyn was still riding the high of that first fall, chest puffed out, tits bouncing with every cocky step as she closed in. Little shortstack’s gotta be wrecked after I made her squirt all over herself, she thought, lips curled in that same evil smirk. One orgasm down and the Japanese firecracker was moving all cautious and twitchy perfect time to get attack.

She snapped the jab at Kurenai’s face, then whipped the real punch a heavy left cross aimed right at those perky tits.
It whistled through empty air.

Kurenai dropped low like a ghost, the punch sailing harmlessly over her head. Before Faelyn could even pivot, the smaller woman was already behind her. A blur of motion, a sharp twist of hips, and Kurenai launched herself backward into a perfect Pele kick her foot whipping through the air in a wide, vicious arc.

Faelyn’s eyes widened. She threw her hands up to block, but it was way too late.

The heel of Kurenai’s foot cracked across Faelyn’s pretty face with a loud, stinging SMACK, snapping her head to the side. The torque hit like a truck. Stars exploded behind her eyes, her vision swimming as pain bloomed hot across her cheek and jaw.

“Fuuu—!”

Her legs buckled. She dropped hard, thick ass hitting the canvas with a heavy thud that sent ripples through her curvy body. She landed flat on her butt in the middle of the ring, one hand clutching her smacked face, chest heaving, sweat already glistening between her tits.
Faelyn shook her head hard, blinking away the haze, lips pulled back in a snarl that was half pain, half fury.

“You sneaky little bitch…” she growled, already starting to push herself up, eyes locked on Kurenai like she wanted to eat her alive

[BlackAkuma]

To Kurenai’s trained ears, there was nothing quite so satisfying as the sound of a kick connecting. Something about that dull thwack, as her heel met the bare skin, followed the treasured silence from Faelyn, just made the whole experience so much sweeter than it would’ve been otherwise. Her only small complaint was that she couldn't see the look on the woman’s face when she connected, but that was what replays were for.

Kurenai landed after the Pele Kick, rolled on her shoulders, kicked in the air and rose to her feet in a solid kip up. The landing wasn’t as clean as she would’ve liked, though, and she wound up stumbling a step after she came down, her ankle still hurting from the damage Faelyn, but it was nothing she couldn't put up with for the moment. She likely would not even feel it once the adrenaline was flowing.

She looked over her shoulder at the sound of Faelyn’s cursing, seeing the woman rising back up, clearly incensed. She could dish pain out, but she seemed oddly averse to taking it - a simple kick the face had her seething. Kurenai made a note of that.

”Good.”

She let that single word hang before she took off like a shot, dashing across the ring - but not towards Faelyn. She moved in the opposite direction, instead, hit the ropes at full velocity, bounced off, and came rushing towards Faelyn, moving so fast that her feet scarcely touched the floor and her jacket threatened to slip off.

The gap was closed in an instant, just as Faelyn was starting to stand up with one foot on the ground. Kurenai leaped up, planted her foot on her foe’s upturned knee, leaped up, and swung her leg around, sending her knee towards the woman’s face to connect with a Shining Wizard.

[Livia]

Faelyn was still snarling, one hand pressed to her stinging cheek as she planted her foot on the canvas and started shoving herself up. Her thick thighs flexed, heavy tits swaying with the motion, eyes already narrowing on the little Japanese firecracker across the ring.

“Think that cute flip shit’s gonna—”

She never finished the sentence.
Kurenai exploded off the ropes like a goddamn missile, jacket flapping open, feet barely kissing the mat. In the blink of an eye she was on her, planting one foot on Faelyn’s upturned knee and launching herself skyward. The Shining Wizard knee came whipping around in a brutal arc and smashed straight into the side of Faelyn’s face with a sickening CRACK.

The impact snapped her head sideways like a whip. Stars burst behind her eyes. Her body lurched violently, arms windmilling for half a second before gravity took over.
Faelyn crashed backward onto the mat with a heavy, meaty THUD, She Hit the Mat again. Her curvy frame bounced once, tits jiggling wildly, before she sprawled flat on her back in the center of the ring.

For a long moment the big woman just lay there, chest heaving, one hand weakly pawing at her dazed face. Her vision swam, the arena lights blurring into bright streaks above her. A low, dazed groan slipped from her lips as she blinked hard, trying to shake the fog out of her skull.

“Fuuuuck… you little…”

She rolled her head to the side, still clearly out of it, legs twitching as she fought to get her bearings. The cocky smirk was gone replaced by a glassy, stunned expression and the faintest trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes.”

Kurenai wasn’t sure how Faelyn intended to finish that question, and it really didn’t matter - she intended to use her ‘flippy shit’ as much as possible, especially now that it had proven effective against the bigger woman. Strong as she might be, tough as she was, she could still be waylaid if she was hit at unique angles, and this was a good way to do it.

The first shot had been effective, and this second was even moreso. Whereas before Faelyn had enough wherewithal to still bark back after the Pele Kick, the Shining Wizard left her laid out, groaning on the mat, out of it for the moment.

After the crash, Kurenai had tumbled away, coming down beside her opponent. While she was sorely tempted to take to the skies and make full use of her agility, she had a better idea while she was down in this position. Faelyn had deep wells of stamina, and Kurenai had an opportunity to run those waters dry.

”My turn.”

She slid over, moved in closed, grabbed Faelyn’s head, and shoved it between her legs, perhaps a tad rougher than was absolutely necessary. With the back of the woman’s head against her thigh, Kurenai clasped her ankles, shot her legs out, and proceeded to apply a side headscissor, coming down on Faelyn’s neck like a noose - one with a better view.

[Livia]

Faelyn was still blinking away the fog from that brutal Shining Wizard, her head ringing like a bell, when she felt small but strong hands grab her head. Before she could even growl out a protest, Kurenai shoved her face between those toned thighs and clamped down hard.

“Wha—mmph—!”

The side headscissor locked in like a steel trap. Kurenai’s powerful legs snapped shut around Faelyn’s neck, one smooth thigh crushing against her throat while the other pressed the back of her head tight, cutting off her air in an instant. The pressure was immediate and vicious, turning Faelyn’s vision blurry at the edges as she was forced to stare up at Kurenai’s glistening, still-slick pussy hovering just inches above her face.

Faelyn’s eyes widened, a choked gurgle escaping her lips as her hands flew up instinctively. She grabbed at the smaller woman’s thighs, thick fingers digging hard into the muscle, trying desperately to pry those powerful legs apart. Her nails scratched at smooth skin, palms pushing and pulling, but Kurenai’s scissor was locked tight—her ankles clasped together like a vice, legs straightened out to pour on maximum pressure.

“Ghh—fuck… get off—!” Faelyn rasped, voice strained and muffled between those thighs. Her face was already turning a shade redder, heavy tits heaving as she fought for every scrap of air. She bucked her hips and twisted her broad shoulders, trying to roll or bridge out of the hold, but the more she struggled the tighter the scissor seemed to squeeze.

Her hands kept clawing and prying at Kurenai’s legs, one moment trying to wedge her fingers between thigh and throat, the next slapping uselessly at the outside of the smaller woman’s hip, all while her own powerful body writhed on the canvas beneath the nimble ninjette.

From this humiliating angle, Faelyn had a perfect, unwanted view straight up Kurenai’s body those perky tits, the smug look in her eyes, and the wet folds that still glistened from her earlier orgasm.

Faelyn’s struggles grew more frantic, legs kicking at the mat, but she couldn’t quite break the hold… not yet. A frustrated, strangled growl vibrated against Kurenai’s inner thigh as she kept fighting to pry those deadly legs open

[BlackAkuma]

As Faelyn had no doubt noticed, Kurenai did not speak often. The word she liked to use in describing it was ‘taciturn’, making it sound more professional. She was not shy, she merely preferred to keep her thoughts to herself more often than not, and she found the silence could be oddly intimidating, a good way to make up for her lack of size, sometimes. Plus, it was fun to get through life with the fewest words possible. Her little challenge.

But even she could not resist the occasional taunt, and as Faelyn struggled betwixt her legs, it came to her.

”Not going the way you pictured, is it, big one?”

A little callback to her own taunt from earlier, made delicious by the reversed roles. It was warranted, too. While Kurenai might be a ‘shortstack’, as this woman put it, she had good lower body strength through her training, and her thighs were packed with tight, unrelenting muscle. Faelyn was putting up a good fight, and the ninjette certainly could’ve done without her knees being scratched up, but she wasn’t going to escape this hold. Not that easily.

Kurenai was of a mind to switch things up, however, remembering her goal in this match. With Faelyn’s pussy on display and easily accessible, the target was too tempting to pass up. She kept her legs locked around her opponent’s skull as she swung about, and brought one leg so her ankle moved tight behind the knee, transitioning into a reverse figure-four headlock. The move would keep up the pressure while pushing Faelyn’s face deep into her ass, but that wasn’t the main attraction.

Like this, Kurenai’s face was just above Faelyn’s pussy, a position she took full advantage of. Diving down, she peeled the woman’s garment away and pressed her lips to her sweltering sex, then let her tongue slide up and down the slit.

Nothing too crazy, not just yet. She wanted to build to it. Stoke her foe’s fires.

[Livia]

Faelyn’s world narrowed to the crushing heat of Kurenai’s thighs and the sudden, humiliating press of the ninjette’s firm ass right against her face.

The side headscissor had been bad enough air cut off, vision tunneling but this transition was worse. Kurenai’s legs shifted with practiced ease, ankle hooking behind her own knee into a vicious reverse figure-four headlock. The pressure on Faelyn’s neck doubled instantly, and her pretty face was shoved deep between those smooth, sweat-slicked cheeks, nose and mouth buried in the smaller woman’s ass so completely she could barely breathe.

“Mmmph—! You fucking—!”

The taunt hit her ears first: “Not going the way you pictured, is it, big one?”

Faelyn’s eyes flashed with pure fury even as her cheeks burned hotter than the arena lights. The little bitch was throwing her own words back at her. She tried to snarl something vicious, but it came out as a muffled, humiliated growl against Kurenai’s ass.

Then the real torture started.
Kurenai’s hot tongue slid up her exposed slit in one slow, deliberate lick. Faelyn’s hips jerked hard, a shocked, throaty moan ripping out of her before she could stop it. The ninjette didn’t go wild just long, wet, teasing strokes that parted her folds and dragged over her swollen clit with cruel patience, stoking the fire whether Faelyn wanted it or not.

“Ghh—fuck… get your tongue off my—ahh!”

Faelyn’s thick thighs trembled on either side of Kurenai’s head. Her big hands slapped and clawed at the smaller woman’s legs, trying to pry the figure-four apart, but the hold was locked iron-tight. Every desperate buck of her hips only ground her dripping pussy harder against Kurenai’s mouth, smearing her own growing wetness across those teasing lips.

She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, traitorous heat blooming low in her belly as that tongue kept working her over slow, building, relentless. Faelyn’s tits heaved with every strained breath she managed to steal, nipples stiff against the canvas, face still smothered deep in Kurenai’s ass.

“Mmmpf— you sneaky little slut…” she growled, voice vibrating right against Kurenai’s skin.

Her words kept breaking into unwilling little moans as Kurenai’s tongue flicked perfectly over her clit again. Faelyn’s back arched, powerful body straining and writhing beneath the hold, but she couldn’t shake the nimble Japanese fighter off. Not yet.

All she could do was take it face buried in ass, pussy being licked like it was dinner, and that smug little taunt still ringing in her ears.

[BlackAkuma]

For as long as she could recall, Kurenai had been fascinated with the female form. There was something about it that spoke to her on a spiritual level, and it did not merely have to do with sexual attraction, though that was part of it. She could not imagine a form better suited to the arts of pleasure. Properly honed, there was nothing she could imagine wanting to touch more, to taste, to caress…

And Faelyn, for all her myriad faults, was blessed with a truly bodacious body. She ran her hands down the woman’s side, caressing her thighs, and loving the feel of that soft, succulent flesh against her fingers. She loved the feel of her head between her thighs, the way her face fit against her perky cheeks like they were made for each other. The heat that radiated from this woman’s skin was like a furnace.

Kurenai could have gotten lost in Faelyn. But this woman just had to be such a pain, didn’t she?

It was regrettable, but at least they were getting to the fun stuff now. Kurenai kept the hold locked tight, punctuating it with punishing squeezes, as her prey futilely struggled in her grasp, utterly incapable of escape. She tried, naturally, but all that struggling only resulted in her becoming easier prey. As her hips thrust upwards, she pressed down, letting her tongue slip between the folds and work at Faelyn’s deepest crevices.

Long, wild, hungry licks. She savored the woman’s taste and made not to miss an inch, intimately exploring wherever she could reach. She savored the reactions, as she put Faelyn’s body and mind at war with each other. As much as she tried to fight it, there was no ignoring the pleasure. It was insidious that way.

She picked up the pace now, gripping Faelyn’s hips as her ministrations came quicker, more frequent and insistent. No subtlety now - she was getting this woman to a climax, one way or another, and soon.