Just A Taste - Part 1 (Keira Robinson vs Daeva Asphodel [D])

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Intensity was ramping up fast; before the flip, Daeva had dragged her nails down Keira's arms again. She wasn't sure if they were deep enough to leave marks, but she certainly felt them. A good sign; her partner was quite enjoying herself. Not that Keira wasn't, of course, but it was increasingly obvious that she was managing it better this round, especially during that kiss.

It was interesting to note that Daeva was a spanker. Keira herself could take it or leave it; it broke things up once in a while for some variety, but she wouldn't be sad if she didn't get one or two. Something to stick into her back pocket for later, perhaps. For in that moment, another opportunity presented itself.

After flipping herself around, Keira set to working over the other goth woman with an intensity she'd not yet revealed. As Daeva would have seen, her match with Severin was slow, sensual, and passionate. Neither of them had really gotten aggressive. But although Daeva wanted to replicate that passion, it seemed she preferred an approach with a bit more ferocity to it, and Keira was more than eager to provide.

Daeva took only a moment longer to get herself going, but that head start may as well have been a mile for Keira. Daeva was catching up fast, determined to pull the alternative girl back onto cloud nine. It was a good strategy too; the slow buildup into sudden intensity could have easily overwhelmed another, but this time pacing herself earlier worked in Keira's favor. Daeva had let herself get too close to the edge to quickly.

And that was evidenced as she exploded, fresh fluid leaking out of her as her whole body arched, managing to lift Keira into the air from the sheer intensity of it! And with that, her own assault had weakened, making it easier for Keira to hold on.

It didn't need to be forever, though; just long enough for it to be clear she'd ripped her point back to even the match. As Daeva settled back down, Keira burst as well, coating her partner's mouth and chin. Confident as she was that she had the advantage there, it was only by sheer determination that she held out as long as she had. And when she finished, she flopped down onto her opponent's body, just as exhausted.

She rolled off to the side, giving her opponent and herself some much-needed separation to allow themselves to cool off a bit. As sensual as it was to lay atop one another, the body heat and the sweat would not make the coming rounds any easier.

"Score one for experience," she teased with a breathless chuckle, purposely downplaying how close she'd been to succumbing first. She wasn't even sure Daeva could hear her.

[DSX93]

This hadn't been Emilia's plan coming in -- this energetic pace they were having at each other with. She really was looking for the softer, sweeter experience she'd seen Keira sharing with Severin. As much of it as she could get without it getting weird. But Keira had a fire in her that ignited her more aggressive side.

But she had zero complaints, and was confident that would remain true even if she were to receive none of what she'd initially come for. This was already beyond amazing, and the only way she saw it getting better was if Keira allowed her the intimacy of sharing blood. Either taking or giving; she was curious about being on both ends of that experience. She lifted her heavy arms so she could investigate the wetness she felt on her fingertips. She'd lost herself in the moment; hadn't intended to shed any.

No, it was just sweat. That was fine. She had plenty of cum on her face to savor. Keira had let it out all over her mouth and her chin, and it didn't take long to run down her neck and the side of her face, getting into her hair. Her tongue lazily swept at what it could, her arms falling back to her sides. She was looking like the end of a porno scene. Dirty. Filthy. Nasty. And she was loving it.

The sex was hitting her like some quality weed, making her feel like she was just drifting in the gentle tide of a sea of pure bliss. Emilia heard Keira's voice, but her words weren't quite getting through her head. That simple fact had her giggling...until she realized that she was giggling in

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As soon as that had occurred to her, her hand shot up to cover her mouth and stifle it, quick and efficient, in complete ignorance of her fatigue. But her shoulders continued a rise and fall -- this method actress didn't mind Keira being aware of just how much she was enjoying this. She should've been admonishing herself for that slip-up, but she couldn't be bothered right now. But she would take a moment before she'd move her hand away from her mouth, lest she create any more cracks in her kayfabe.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch what you said."

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Keira hadn't had an erotic match this intense since her bout with Collei - that one had been one hell of a marathon, and at the rate they were going, she and Daeva were rapidly approaching that level of intensity. For her part, Keira wouldn't mind taking it a bit slower, but that might also be in part because she just barely outlasted her opponent this round. And they'd only just finished, so perhaps there was a heat-of-the-moment desire for a break, too.

The cool surface of the mat felt great against her back; she was covered in sweat and the heat of the overhead lights were not really helping otherwise. Still, what she needed right now was to lay there on her back and ensure enough oxygen got to her brain so she'd be ready for round 3 when they next got going. Beside her, Daeva remained unmoving as well, so there was no need to rush. If anything, she probably would need more time than Keira - which, of course, was fine with her.

She was giggling. Daeva was giggling. And not in a voice that Keira had come to expect from her. What was that about? It... sounded nothing like what she would have expected. Cute, though. Maybe she was just really on a high right now; then again, maybe it was exhaustion. It took her a few minutes to speak up, however, and by that point her voice sounded normal again.

Keira herself didn't respond right away. Internally, she debated whether to repeat herself or just let it go. Eventually, she settled somewhere in the middle. "Looks like we're even," she said in between breaths, speaking loud enough this time to be heard.

She allowed them both another few seconds of rest before heaving herself up into a sitting position. A sudden mood struck her as she observed her opponent, lying there prone and vulnerable. Maybe Keira could take advantage of that, and give her more of that quiet passion at the same time. It would probably be a welcome change compared to the savage animalistic pace they'd set for themselves to this point, too.

No doubt Daeva would begin to rouse the moment she noticed Keira standing up, though, so there wasn't really time to think things through. So she'd get to her feet and trot over to grab Daeva by the hair - not too roughly (maybe she liked it that way? But that wasn't her goal here, at least not in this moment...) and try to pull her up to her feet.

Without giving away her plot, she'd say, "What do you say we take things slow and sensual for a while, shall we? Really savor the feelings for a bit."

[DSX93]

Right. They're even now. Daeva had been so lost in the sheer animalism of their Sapphic rutting that she didn't even realize that she'd let it take her back to square one. Oh well.

Aw, Keira's getting up. Damn.

Daeva finally stirred, onto her hands and knees on the mat so she could meet her for round three. The other woman was quicker to rise, and she was so kind as to lend her a hand...taking a fistful of hair with it. Oh yes. The kayfabe Greek didn't fight it much, rising to her knees with a semi-cumdrunken smile, her muscles loose, her movements smooth. Her hands rose to the woman's legs, touching down just above the knee and gliding up, familiarizing themselves with more of her form. Up...up...aaand, stopping just below the limits of that short skirt.

Keira wanted to slow this down. To fully indulge in their feelings and the sensations they create in each other.

"Yesss..." Her agreement came out as a sultry breath that floated past her lips, which she brought forth to Keira's abs, delivering pecks to all six. Seeing her next move, she lifted one of her legs, setting her foot down on the mat as she continued her tease, running her tongue up Keira's belly. Real slow, releasing a deep breath that was filled with her still red hot arousal, taking in the taste of her skin. Her sweat.

Daeva was oh so ready to dive into this woman. In more ways than the one; she made a sudden lunge for Keira's legs, seeking to reclaim a dominant position. But although her spirit was willing, the flesh had its limitations; her offensive didn't have quite as much behind it as it would have earlier on. The consequence of having been just that little bit more out of breath.

***

"Yep, she's got this." That one word was all Terrell needed to hear. "There was way too much in that 'no'."
And then Daeva reached out for more the very second Keira moved to reposition. "Look at that! She is desperate, y'all!"

"Indeed, a passionate plea from Daeva, reaching out for more!"

"Giving up the psychological advantage."

"It's similar to what happened in your match with Keira, in fact."

"Yeah..." A big, dumb grin formed on his face as that memory replayed in his mind: Keira reaching out for him just before they joined together for that magical first time.

"Daeva is tensing up underneath her! It looks like she's finally had enough!"

And then...

"Whoomp, there it is!"

Cory turned to him, his expression a touch incredulous, like he needed a moment to register

Terrell simply stared back at him, owning the one-liner, as dorky as it was. Then Cory started snickering, and Terrell chuckled in turn.

"This guy...!"

"I said what I said!"

"And Keira rides her way to relief, using Daeva's face as a masturbatory tool, and this will not count against against her. These two women are back to square one. They are on even ground now!"

"They're taking a break to catch their breath. After such an energetic display, I don't think this is going all the way to a proper three point advantage. We may very well see an SKO!"

"Still got my money on Keira. And I'm not saying this just because she's my Lady. She's put in the work, and she's ready for a match like this. You've seen her match against Collei Kushti, right?"

"Another intensive bout, and an impressive victory for Ms. Robinson."

"And on the beach! She doesn't even like the beach, so it was pretty much hostile terri-" Terrell's eyes brightened with realization as the title Cory used to refer to Keira, and the

that he was making, sunk in.

A sly grin crossed the color commentator's face. "I was wondering if you'd catch that."

"That was a good one!" He pointed to Cory as he responded. "I like that."

A fitting reference, kind of, but not completely: The six year difference that existed between the two was more of an allure to Terrell. He had a thing for older women specifically because they were more likely to have the very traits that attracted him to Keira so strongly: That greater sense of maturity, overall. She certainly had some fire in her, but with him, she had that cooler head he was looking for. Patience and understanding, two of the biggest things he desired.

There were other things, of course, but that safety...God! The moment he knew he had it felt like he'd reached the Promised Land.

"Keira beginning to rise now."

"Yep yep."

"And Daeva follows. That sense of urgency must've kicked in, but she wasn't moving fast enough! Now Keira's taking a handful of hair and giving her a good pull -- Daeva's liking it! Two switches; this is gonna be a fun one, folks!"

"Keira suggesting that they change their pace."

"Oh yeah. Slow and sensual, that's the best way to do it, in my book. For the same, exact reasons Kei just laid out. There is nothing in this world like...Oh my God."

Ooh! The more he saw, the more he liked how Daeva operates. The way she moved. The desire she had in her eyes. That tongue. She was getting right into this switch-up, like it was a dress that had been tailor-made for her. It was sending a shiver up his spine just watching it, and making his pants painfully tight. He had to take a deep breath through his nose just to cool himself down.

The next time a woman comes up asking for matches with them, he's gonna ask that it be either a handicap match or a triple threat. Jesus Christ.

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As predicted, Daeva wasn't idle when Keira got herself moving. The advantage was hers, though; preparing herself for getting to her feet and actually doing so at the moment of her choosing allowed her to get the most rest and anticipation out of her time, whereas Daeva might still have thought she'd have longer to recover, and thus being forced into motion sooner than expected. It allowed Keira to get the leg up (or, in this case, hair) of her opponent before the other woman was even on her feet.

Whether attempting a distraction or simply trying to maintain her balance, Daeva's hands landed on Keira's thighs and crept upwards. She stopped on her own accord, just shy of slipping under her skirt. Perhaps Daeva was taking the proposal of 'slow and sensual' to heart? Either way, Keira wasn't about to let herself fall into any traps...

Or so she told herself. But when lips found her midsection, Keira's brain cut out like a television that had it's cables cut. She froze, a light breathy moan escaping each time Daeva's lips connected with her skin. It was dangerous... and she struggled to keep herself focused. And then came the tongue, slimy and wet, and Keira yanked on Daeva's hair out of instinct. Not to harm, but to return the pleasure - and to indicate her own. Yeah, she'd definitely taken it to heart.

And then suddenly she was off balance, and instinct once again claimed the reins from her urges. Her back foot planted on the mat as a brace, keeping her upright as Daeva's weight tried to topple her. And then she lunged backwards, kicking out her legs and falling forwards - right on top of Daeva! Surely that wasn't the takedown she'd been aiming for; this put Keira on top. The question was, how to take advantage of it? Daeva still had her by the legs...

Keira attempted to crawl forwards, letting her body weight hold down her opponent, and then tried to close her legs around Daeva's head. It would be a matter of what was stronger - her legs or Daeva's arms.

"I know this isn't quite the angle you were hoping for, but don't worry, this won't be the last time your face is between my thighs tonight."

[DSX93]

The difference the two had in size was so miniscule that it might as well be non-existent: Two inches and five pounds, both in Keira's favor. Daeva was sure that she could've done something if she really tried. Perhaps she could've even powered Keira off of her before she brought her down to all fours -- all sixes? She was on her elbows and hands and knees now, her head trapped between a pair of thighs that she could just snuggle against like a cat. Those feel good chemicals were still working their magic. But perhaps too much, and too well?

She didn't even say anything, finding her time better suited to loving the flesh that had been "forced upon", more like provided to her. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Moaning into the woman's legs like she was gorging on the world's finest meal as their positioning got her hot yet again, gyrating her hips to move that ass of hers in a circle. An obvious call for attention. "Spank me!" it said. Or whatever other naughty things Keira had in mind to do to it.

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In response to Keira countering the takedown, Daeva didn't offer any words. A mild red flag; had she just been caught so by surprise that she was speechless? Even for a moment, it seemed unlikely. The other reason could be that she simply wasn't surprised at all. Hell, it didn't feel like she'd even resisted once Keira gained the upper hand.

It didn't take long for an answer to provide itself. Though Daeva was face down on her stomach, she still managed to aim her lips at Keira's thighs. Quite enthusiastically, too. God damn, the woman was a machine! But Keira had underestimated her once already and lost a point for it as a result, and she wasn't about to make that mistake again. Keira squeezed lightly; she didn't want to punish the attention she was being given, but she still had to maintain the position... and show she was the one in charge!

That said, Daeva clearly wanted some attention on that sweet little ass of hers, and Keira was happy to provide. She spared a hand to lay a nice, hard, resounding smack to the juicy flesh, pleased with the ripples it produced. Keira licked her lips at the sight.

"Looks good enough to eat! In fact..."

And with that, she sunk her teeth right into Daeva's waiting soft skin!

[DSX93]

Turning her head in the position she was in wasn't easy, but Keira was worth the effort. Daeva savored the juices that had run down her leg and was looking forward to producing more. A task that she zoned right in for. The caution that had leapt to the front of her mind was lost to her mounting lust, her rationality being devoured by the flames.

Emilia couldn't help herself. Keira was just so fucking sexy!

Tightening pressure from those delicious thighs robbed her of her ability to worship them further, prompting a whine that, although in her proper voice, was unbecoming of the mysterious, passionate vixen that she'd thus far presented Daeva to be. But Keira would soon make up for it with firm, stinging slap to her ass.

And then she bit into it. Wasn't gentle about it, either, drawing out a pleasured cry, followed by giggling from the masochistic soul.

That's it. She loves this woman. And Black Severin was one lucky bastard to have her.

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There was something to be said for Daeva's single-mindedness. Despite being on her stomach with Keira atop her, her lips moved against Keira's thighs with surprising greed, perhaps even more so than before! Could just be a result of the angle and the frustration of not getting direct access, or maybe that only fueled the tease. Either way, she performed like a woman possessed. The whine she let out as Keira's legs tightened and deprived her of the ability to continue almost made Keira do a double-take - and had she been able to see Daeva's face, she probably would have.

But Keira wasn't messing around any longer. Focused as she was, the sound could not have had any other source. And it did not stop her from continuing to press her advantage.

That being her teeth sinking into the soft juicy flesh of Daeva's behind, presenting itself far too tantalizingly right in front of her face. Keira bit back a moan as it filled her mouth. Soft didn't begin to do the feeling justice, but there was no time to consider alternatives. Daeva, for her part, seemed to enjoy the attention. The giggle, in particular, said a lot. It wasn't the kind of sound Daeva's personality would normally have made; for her to break character like that, even accidentally, there had to be some genuine surprise and pleasure there.

Which meant she was on the right track. Still, Keira could slow things down further; teeth were fun, but even biting was pushing into aggressive territory. Daeva wanted to see a more intimate side of her; and that's what Keira decided to build up to.

That didn't mean she couldn't throw in a tease here and there, of course. She drew back, her teeth releasing the soft chunk of skin she'd been nibbling on, and instead begin to plant kisses on that tempting ass, instead. Some quick pecks, others deeper, sensual contact. Throw in the occasional quick pinch of the teeth. A light slap here and there, just enough to get the flesh wiggling. And she'd keep that up until Daeva forced her hand.

[DSX93]

In a purely competitive sense, she was in a bad place. Her ass was up, and her face was down, squeezed between the older woman's thighs. Keira had all the leverage here on the mat, leaving brute force as the only real course of action Daeva had. She could probably pull it off. Probably. But would it be worth the effort?

The loving attention her ass was getting was making a sound argument. Maybe it would be best to..."endure" it for now. All that damned delicious teasing, amplified by their positioning leaving her blind to what Keira was doing. When would the next touch come? Would it be a peck? Would it be more solid contact of lips to flesh? Would she feel teeth instead? Another playful slap?

Yeah. Let Keira enjoy her control. Let her get comfortable.

Daeva offered her pleasured hums. Shuddering breaths as she awaited the next time they made contacts. Gasps. And token resistance. Enough to make sure that Keira never forgot that she was still in this "fight".

***

"Daeva shoots!"

"And no dice! A textbook sprawl from my Lady, and Daeva is shut right down! Like Madagascar in 'Plague Inc.', ain't shit getting through!"

"Not quite! Daeva's making the most of the disadvantageous position she's found herself in, absolutely feasting on Keira's thighs!"

"Those are some mighty tasty thighs."

"And now she's wiggling that ass right in Keira's face!"

"Throwing down the gauntlet; she's telling Keira, 'Bring it on!"

"Keira's looking a little surprised -- it seems she wasn't expecting that sudden switch!"

"Neither was I, but damn, if it ain't hot as hell!"

"Agreed!"

"And a good, hard bite from Keira, right into that plump butt cheek!"

"And some spanking! Woo! Wiggling that thing right in her face like that? Oh yeah, she's asking for some punishment for that ass!"

"And Daeva is having the time of her life! She'd better be careful; this is still a match!"