L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Faelyn’s world was nothing but heat, pressure, and the wet, obscene sounds of Kurenai’s tongue devouring her.

The reverse figure-four had her face buried so deep between Kurenai’s firm, perky ass cheeks that every desperate breath was stolen straight from the smaller woman’s skin. Her nose and mouth were smothered completely, the lack of air turning her lungs into burning fire and her head into a dizzy, spinning haze.

“Mmmph—! Fuck… you—!”

She tried to fight. God, she tried. Her thick thighs flexed hard, powerful hips bucking and twisting beneath Kurenai as she clawed frantically at the iron-hard legs locked around her skull. Nails raked down smooth skin, palms shoved and pried, but the hold only tightened with every squeeze. Each time Faelyn thrashed, her own soaked pussy ground harder against Kurenai’s hungry mouth, smearing her juices across those relentless lips.
And that tongue… that fucking tongue.

It had gone from teasing to ruthless. Long, wild, starving licks split her dripping folds wide open, dragging up and down her slit before spearing deep inside her again and again. Kurenai’s hands gripped her wide hips, holding her in place as the pace turned brutal quick, insistent, merciless strokes that battered her swollen clit and curled against her g-spot with perfect, filthy precision.

Faelyn’s heavy tits heaved wildly against the canvas, nipples rock-hard, sweat pouring down her curves. Her moans were turning into broken, muffled cries that vibrated right against Kurenai’s ass.

“Nngh—! Get… off— ahh, fuck— I’m—!”

The orgasm was right there. She could feel it coiling tight and vicious in her belly, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Kurenai’s tongue no matter how hard she tried to fight it. Her struggles were getting weaker by the second—the lack of air turning her powerful body sluggish, her arms trembling as they slapped uselessly at Kurenai’s thighs.

Her hips jerked up involuntarily now, chasing the pleasure even as her mind screamed at her to break free. Eyes glassy, face burning crimson, Faelyn let out one last strangled, desperate groan that was half curse, half plea.

“Fuuuuck— I’m gonna— don’t you fucking— nngh—!!”

Her whole body tensed like a bowstring, thighs shaking violently on either side of Kurenai’s head as the edge rushed up fast orgasm seconds away, whether she wanted it or not.

Faelyn wasn’t the only one getting pleasure out of all this. While the position was, thankfully, not ideal for her foe to reach her own pussy, there was still no small amount of pleasure to be gained from the feel of this woman’s face against her cheeks, the way she squirmed and struggled between her thighs. Kurenai trained her legs more than any other part of her body, worked to get them in good shape to ensure her body could handle the feats she needed, and the result didn’t just make them strong. She was also sensitive.

Kurenai could have done without the claws on her skin, that would leave marks when this was through, but she curled her toes as the woman hurled curses between her cheeks, loving the vibrations emanating through her body. Her muscles tightened, rippling with tight, taut power, and she couldn't resist a moan of her own, even as she continued to push Faelyn towards her own orgasm.

Focus. Control. Precision. She centered on her teaching as she went to work, not wanting to lose herself in the moment. She was unsure if a self-induced orgasm would count against her, but she had no desire to find out.

There was more than enough here to demand her attention below. As her tongue went to work, she could feel Faelyn’s veneer cracking beneath her, as she gave into the pleasure being poured into her body. Being in control only spurred her on, and made her wish this match allowed for some ropes to bind her foe with, but such regrets could wait for another time. The Queen of Spiders would have other prey to snare.

A little harder, a little faster, she pushed Faelyn to the breaking point with insistent licks and laps, then dove deep for the final push, a penetrating plunge that had her exploring the depths of this woman’s pussy, nearly burying her face into the flesh. As the orgasm took over her foe’s body, Kurenai gladly accepted the oncoming rush, taking it full in the face.

Kurenai’s face emerged from that darkness, wetter and hotter than before. She finally eased up on the headlock and instead sat back, letting her ass spread across Faelyn’s face as she took a moment to collect herself and lick her lips clean, brandishing a calm, pleased smile all the while.

Faelyn’s body betrayed her completely.
Every frantic buck of her hips, every muffled curse vibrating against Kurenai’s ass, every desperate claw at those iron thighs only made it worse. The reverse figure-four had her face buried so deep between those firm cheeks that she was drowning in the smaller woman’s heat and scent, lungs burning, head spinning from the lack of air.

And that tongue… that relentless, wicked tongue never stopped.

It plunged deeper, faster, licking and sucking and spearing into her soaked cunt with merciless hunger until Faelyn’s walls clenched hard around it. Her thick thighs shook violently on either side of Kurenai’s head. her back arched like a bowstring.

“Nngh—! Fuck— I’m— I’m fucking—!!”

The orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Faelyn came hard, screaming into Kurenai’s ass as her pussy gushed in powerful, messy spasms. Hot, slick juices flooded the ninjette’s face and tongue in thick, uncontrollable waves, soaking her chin and dripping down her cheeks while Faelyn’s entire curvy body convulsed beneath her. Her hips jerked wildly, grinding her pulsing cunt against Kurenai’s mouth as the climax tore through her in long, shuddering waves that left her thighs trembling and her vision whiting out.

“Fuuuuck—!!”

It felt like it lasted forever.
When the worst of the spasms finally faded, Faelyn was left a gasping, sweaty wreck on the mat, chest heaving, face flushed crimson.

Then Kurenai eased the headlock just enough to slide back, planting her plump little ass firmly across Faelyn’s dazed face in a full, smothering facesit. The smaller woman’s weight settled right over her mouth and nose, cheeks spreading warm and heavy as Kurenai licked her own lips clean with that calm, pleased little smile.

Faelyn’s muffled, humiliated groan vibrated straight up into Kurenai’s ass.

“Mmmph…” she rasped, voice weak and breathless, barely audible under the weight of that perfect ass. Her hands weakly slapped at Kurenai’s thighs, but there was no real strength left in them yet.

She was still twitching from the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm, pussy still dripping, body glistening with sweat… and now helplessly pinned under the very woman who had just made her cum like a fountain.
Faelyn’s eyes burned with a mix of fury and raw, unwilling lust as she stared up at nothing but the smooth curve of Kurenai’s ass and the satisfied smile on her face.

Faelyn was, to the surprise of absolutely no one, not a quiet lover. While Kurenai was no stranger in the ways of making love and had made many a partner cry out in ecstasy, she dared say that none of her past paramours had ever been quite so boisterous in their bellowing. It was more of a roar than a cry, this powerful, fiery noise as the pleasure swept her away in its current, and Kurenai took no small amount of pride in knowing she was the cause.

She sighed as Faelyn groaned into her ass and the sound reverberated through her tiny body. This was going to be temporary relief, she knew - once Faelyn got back up, her vengeance and fury would be a thing to behold. But she could enjoy the moment, at least.

The lights taps were enough to bring her to reality. Kurenai took one, final moment to twerk her hips, grinding against her foe’s face as a coup de grace, before she threw herself forward, planted her palms to the canvas, and rose to her feet with a tumble, legs arching through the air in her flip. Elegant, graceful, she rose with a light step and daintily made her way back to her corner, her bare feet gliding along the canvas.

Once in her corner, she took a moment to wipe her face clean and stretch, suspecting she would need the respite - not as much as Faelyn, of course. They both had a good measure of each other now, enough to know where most of the dangers lied. With one orgasm a piece, her opponent wold be looking to make up for a lost opportunity. It fell on Kurenai to deny her.

Kurenai bounced on her heel, bursting with energy, eyes forward and focused. She was ready.