A Score to Settle by AnubisX
Author’s Note:
Writing this commission has been a fun challenge for two main reasons: first, it had to be very short, and second, it focused on a public sexfight, something I don’t typically work with. In the first case, it was interesting to compress an entire rivalry into just a few pages, trying to capture the tension and emotion between the characters without losing depth. As for the second challenge, creating a grounded historical context to justify the existence of (almost) public sexual fights was a unique task. It pushed me to think creatively, blending fiction with plausible history to make the scenario feel authentic and immersive.
This Story was originally commissioned by Lyannapelon
Natasha Loclear vs Shin Yu-Jin
Beneath the streets of Paris, dug in an abandoned tunnel in the city’s underworld and hidden from the prying and moralistic eyes of the world above, lay a secret realm of desire and dominance. The Underground Chamber was more than a fight club as it was the place where the old French tradition of the lutte sexuelle had been born during the turbulent post-Revolutionary times, two centuries ago. In those days, the fervor of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité had been reshaped by women who found empowerment in their bodies and desires: at last there was freedom to explore and dominate without shame or restraint, embracing the power of carnal will; equality to challenge any woman without class differences in a struggle fought on a level playing field, with both pleasure and pain shared in equal measure; fraternity to bond rivals, not in friendship, but in the intimate duel, where differences are resolved without blood, unlike in the world of men.
Times had changed, but somehow that revolutionary spirit was still alive in the Chamber. Every night, those who lived on the fringes of society—anarchists, hackers, goths, street artists, free spirits and other misfits—gathered there in the shadows to watch the dance of power between bodies, where the thin boundaries between torment and ecstasy blurred. Surprisingly, the majority of the audience were women who, fed up with the gaze of society, found there a space where they couldn’t only look, but also feel. They understood the pursuit of control of the women battling in the Chamber, the desire to dominate and push the other to the edge until feeling the sweet agony of forcing to yield to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Women from all over the world came to that place to challenge, fight and dominate—from rival businesswomen wanting to determine who will hold the most shares in the company to actresses competing for a big role in Hollywood. Sometimes the reason for the duel was a simple rivalry over a man, or a heated argument between neighbors. But it didn’t matter why, because once the women entered the Chamber, the only thing that mattered was who fucked whom—that always settled who was right about their dispute.
On that late summer night, there was a much-anticipated event. Grunge and punk music pulsed from speakers mounted against black stone walls, their rough, damp surfaces swallowing the flickering glow of dark blue electric lanterns overhead. In the center of the Chamber was a wrestling ring slightly below ground level, with blue canvas and old ropes. The air was thick with sweat, perfume and something more primal, because at that very moment the French-Russian Natasha Loclear and the Korean Shin Yu-Jin were entering into that space of resolution, from different corners. Everyone in that underworld knew they both shared a complicated past, although neither ever spoke openly about it. Rumors circulated, however. It was said that the two 25-year-old beauties had met years earlier, during their college days, when they were part of a wrestling club. At first, Natasha and Yu-Jin had been nothing more than rivals in the sport, but things had become tense after the two began to find themselves attracted to Valeria Montoya, a stunning Mexican whose body broke the hearts of men and women alike. The three college girls had danced around each other in an electric, chaotic triangle that had heightened the friction between the French-Russian and the Korean. In spite of everything, Natasha had tried not to let it affect her sporting relationship with Yu-Jin, even when the other girl liked to mock her, calling her a little princess from a rich family with a tone of clear disdain. Natasha had certainly been born into one of the richest families in Europe, but that had never defined her, so she hated it when Yu-Jin threw that in her face.
It all came to a climax in their last wrestling match at the college, barely a few days after Valeria left town without choosing between the two beautiful girls. Natasha had been really annoyed with Yu-Jin for that, but she had been determined to control her own emotions in an attempt to make her the college champion in a fair and clean duel. But Yu-Jin wasn’t nicknamed “Fire” for nothing. Frustrated at having lost Valeria, the Korean had played dirty: at the end of a long, hard-fought match, she had taken advantage of a distraction of the referee to grab Natasha’s crotch through the lycra. In some strange way, that almost triggered a shattering orgasm in the blue-haired girl and, before she could realize what was happening, she found herself on the canvas, with her opponent finally subduing her.
“Now I get why they call Rain, sweetie,” Yu-Jin had taunted in her ear at that mortifying moment. “Because of how easily you get wet down there.”
Natasha had lost in the most humiliating way possible—never in her life had her honorability felt more tarnished. Yu-Jin had stolen her victory in the worst way, just like she had stolen her chance with Valeria. And she had never ever forgotten those last arrogant words about what an “easy girl” she was.
Three years had passed since then, and Natasha still couldn’t believe that she was now in the Chamber with Yu-Jin. As fate would have it, they found out that they were both in Paris for the week, and neither had the slightest hesitation in sending each other at the same time a formal invitation to meet each other in the city’s undergrounds to engage in the most private of all battles between women. Natasha stood in one of the corners, her blue hair cascading in loose waves down her back, her ocean blue eyes watching her nemesis from a distance. She had long wanted to initiate herself into the professional sexfight circuit, after years of privately battling and fucking rivals from all over the world, but the fact that her first official opponent was going to be precisely the woman with whom she had a real score to settle felt delicious on her lips. Her athletic figure, sculpted by hours and hours of dedicated training, squirmed in anticipation under her seductive dark purple bodysuit with gold details. Natasha’s heavy breasts were barely contained by the dress, whose impossible neckline ran down her body from her neck to her navel, from where it fell in a strip of fabric that could barely conceal that the gorgeous woman was going commando. A pair of high boots with wool as tops completed a war ensemble that she knew would be discarded on the floor of the Chamber sooner rather than later.
Natasha had always been cheerful, an unapologetic flirt with an infectious energy that drew people to her like moths to flame. She loved the rush of competition and the sweetness of a good fight, but that night what really burned in her was a hard-headed determination that was aimed exclusively at getting her revenge. It couldn’t be otherwise, since on the other side of the Chamber was the only woman that she might have really hated. Yu-Jin was stretching her arms, staring arrogantly at her with her dark brown eyes, her long hair, dyed a deep, intense red, falling smoothly down her back, her lean but curvaceous body tensing with dangerous grace. Natasha had always admitted that the Korean’s figure was virtually identical to her own, especially in her large bosoms and strong legs—it had come as no surprise that Valeria didn’t know which beauty to keep. The outfit that Yu-Jin wore was as similar to Natasha’s as their bodies were, only in shades of red and black.
Everyone in the Chamber knew that it was going to be a close duel, but also a possibly short one. The underground sexfight arena had strict rules for newcomers, and since that was Natasha’s first match, it would be decided by a single orgasm—the first woman to climax would lose. Yu-Jin had already fought three times before in that place, and had come out victorious every single time, either at first orgasm or in long sexual battles up to the complete sexual submission. The betting odds reflected that dominance, with Yu-Jin as the heavy favorite, with an overwhelming 80-20 in her favor.
However, just hours before the duel, stories about Natasha began to circulate: she wasn’t a novice. The blue-haired beauty had been sexfighting for years in private bouts, so the audience’s initial assumptions about her lack of experience quickly began to fade. Of course, Yu-Jin was also known to have had her own share of sexual duels outside of the official circuit, but that didn’t stop the odds from settling down to 60-40, still in favor of the red-haired Korean.
It remained to be proven who was right in the betting. Suddenly, the music dropped in volume and the atmosphere changed completely. An announcer’s female voice echoed in the Chamber as the entire audience fell silent.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s battle is about to begin!” she said. “You already know Shin ‘Fire’ Yu-Jin. Opposite her, Natasha ‘Rain’ Loclear makes her debut. The two rivals are practically identical in every way, standing at 1.70 meters tall and weighing in at 65 kilograms.” Murmurs of excitation were heard from the audience. “At 25 years old, Yu-Jin and Natasha are undoubtedly made to fight each other!” Some shouted in approval. “The sexfight will be resolved at the first orgasm! Let the battle begin, and may the hottest woman claim victory!”
The moment of truth finally arrived when a bell rang above the roaring of the crowd. The two rivals had been waiting for that for three years, so they immediately threw themselves on each other, crashing together body against body, chest against chest, in the center of the ring. As soon as their bodies collided, Natasha noticed that Yu-Jin hadn’t lost shape over the years. Her body felt firmer and stronger and, as both girls compressed their breasts against each other, somehow the French-Russian felt that Yu-Jin had heavier boobs now. But Natasha was also in her prime, so she didn’t plan to give in to her rival, no matter if they were comparing muscles or sexuality.
For a moment, it seemed as if the foes had returned to college, to that final wrestling match with them trying to take each other down in the ring—sexfights weren’t usually so aggressive. Their bodies collided together over and over again, their hands gripping and their feet stilted. As in the past, none of them gave ground.
“You never learn, do you?” Yu-Jin’s lips curled into a smirk, her breath hot against Natasha’s face as their legs tangled, their balance shifting dangerously. “The last time you stepped into a ring with me, you ended up underneath me, defeated. And now, you come crawling back thinking anything has changed?”
“Something has changed,” Natasha growled, pushing back with all her strength. “Last time, you had to cheat to win. You waited until the ref wasn’t looking before attacking me where it hurt most. But tonight, the rules allow me to do the exact same thing to you.” She grabbed Yu-Jin’s dyed-red hair with both hands, just before their two pairs of boobs smashed together in a head-on collision. “Without your little tricks, you don’t stand a chance. So let’s see how well you fight when you don’t have an easy way out.”
“An easy way out?” Yu-Jin repeated, her voice dripping with mockery while rubbing breasts with Natasha. “Honey, the easy way is still right here.”
Before Natasha could react, Yu-Jin’s hand darted between them, her fingers pressing hard against Natasha’s crotch underneath the material of her bodysuit. A sharp gasp escaped the blue-haired girl’s lips, her body jolting at the sudden, brazen attack against her nude cunt, but she had been waiting for that. She had known Yu-Jin would go for the same dirty tactic so, with a snarl, she retaliated, her own hand pressing just as aggressively against Yu-Jin’s genitalia—just like her, Yu-Jin also came without panties to the duel. The Korean’s body instantly tensed with the shock of the counterattack, and Natasha enjoyed the gasp that she forced from her.
“Not so cool when you get a taste of your own medicine, huh?” Natasha gasped.
“Do you think you can match me at my own game?” Yu-Jin replied. “I’m going to give you a lesson in fingering!”
The crowd erupted in wild cheers as the French-Russian and the Korean attacked the other naked pussy. Natasha felt Yu-Jin’s strong fingers moving in and out of her sex with quick expert movements, and cursed how fast she was getting horny. But she also knew a thing or two about masturbation, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the feel of her fingers also soaking in vaginal juices as they mercilessly penetrated the red-haired beauty’s pussy. It was obvious that she was giving as much as she was receiving.
The breaths of the sex-warriors came in short, heated bursts as they desperately raped each other in the ring, obviously both trying to finish the other off as quickly as possible to prove that their rival had never stood a chance against her. But after three, four intense minutes, neither managed to break through the other’s carnal defenses. Angered by the lack of submission, Natasha and Yu-Jin used their free hands to tug at their nemesis’ hot bodysuit. The fabric immediately began to rip, every centimeter of exposed skin contributing to the spectacle by inflaming the audience. But it was when her hands finally broke through the last barrier and uncovered the other torso that the crowd erupted in a deafening roar. Both pairs of braless breasts, glistening with sweat, bounced free in unison, so heavy that it seemed impossible that they could defy gravity so boldly.
As if they both needed a moment, the rivals pulled their soaked fingers out of each other’s pussy and backed up a couple of steps. Natasha had to hold back a gasp of surprise, but not because of the incredible size of Yu-Jin’s bust, which she had already expected after feeling it against her own in college and up until a few seconds ago, but at the sight of her thick, huge pinkish nipples. At least she was comforted to see the same shock on the Korean’s face at the erect rosy weapons that she herself carried in the center of her boobs, so, when barely two seconds later she was again bumping chest to chest against Yu-Jin, she knew that her nipples could perfectly match her enemy’s shafts.
A wave of excitement swept through the Chamber as the beauties wrestled with their nude bosoms as they finished tearing the last scraps of fabric around each other’s hips. With their wet cunts in full view, and clad only in their high boots, they focused on their titfight—with which Natasha had fantasized many times in the past.
“So this is what Valeria saw in you?” she found herself saying as she rubbed her big boobs against Yu-Jin’s equally incredible set. Even if she tried to stay cool in the duel, her relationship with the Korean was too personal to control her tongue. “Tch! She must have been blind if she thought you could ever compare to me.”
“Funny. I was about to say the same thing about you,” the red-haired girl replied as she intensified the breast-to-breast contact. “I don’t understand how she was hesitating when I’m way hotter than you.”
“You wish!” Natasha hissed before both of them exhaled a long moan as their hard nipples locked together. “Let’s settle this here and now, with whom Valeria should have chosen.”
The contest raged on, both physically and emotionally. Without thinking, Natasha’s hands moved instinctively, her fingers grabbing Yu-Jin’s firm butt. The Korean responded in kind, but accompanied by a devastating thrust of her breasts. Before she could react, the French-Russian found herself falling to the canvas, with Yu-Jin pinning her against the mat with her weight. Their nude bodies writhed together for a moment, and then at last their crotches bumped into each other. A jolt of sensation shot through Natasha’s body, raw and undeniable, and then she knew that all her previous sexfights had nothing to do with that one. She had never fucked in front of a horde of admirers and detractors, nor faced a woman against whom victory or defeat really mattered. The heat between their warring pussies wasn’t just physical, but desperately electric and somehow unavoidable. She felt herself instantly wet down there, and felt the same in Yu-Jin.
The crowd roared as the two beauties maintained intimate contact, aware that the moment of truth had arrived. Natasha barely heard the deafening noise as she locked her thighs with Yu-Jin’s to seek her rival’s pussy with her own. From her superior position, the other woman didn’t shy away from the battle, and soon the warriors were panting and moaning at the same time as they rubbed cunts together.
“Finally…” Yu-Jin grunted, her pelvis immediately picking up the pace. Natasha took the assault and returned every friction with vigor until, with a sudden thrust of her hips, she sent Yu-Jin rolling to one side.
The bodies didn’t separate, with Natasha now taking the top position. She spread her legs wide enough for her sex to press against Yu-Jin’s and, for a moment, she dominated her nemesis with a round of quick, precise rubbing. Yu-Jin’s legs closed around Natasha’s waist in retaliation, squeezing her hard enough to force a long moan from the blue-haired girl, but that didn’t stop the two hot cunts from continuing to fight relentlessly.
However, between women so evenly matched in strength and sex appeal, one side’s control was always short-lived. The Korean soon managed to push Natasha off of her, and the adversaries started to roll around the ring again. For minutes, they exchanged positions, their thighs always entangled as their pussies sought orgasmic victory. Soon Natasha and Ju-Yin were leaving a trail of sweat and something else across the canvas while some bettors risked more than their money by doubling their bets on their favorite woman—at that moment, the odds were evenly split at 50-50.
Somehow, the rivals ended up in one of the corners of the ring, with the blue-haired beauty trapping the red-haired beauty against the post. Rubbing her soaking wet pussy hard against Ju-Yin’s, Natasha suddenly felt her clitoris pop out of her skin hood. Her ultimate weapon throbbed in an instinctive response to the challenge she knew was coming, to the knowledge that Yu-Jin’s own clit would soon be just as ready for the inevitable moment when they would meet.
There was no time to think about the impending clitoral clash, as suddenly Yu-Jin’s lips closed over Natasha’s. Their skillful tongues crashed together inside Natasha’s mouth, and the French-Russian found herself cursing that the rumor she had heard in her college days about what a good kisser Yu-Jin was proved to be true. Natasha found herself momentarily suffocated, with the other woman pushing her against the canvas before grabbing her left leg to pull it high over her own shoulder. That opened Natasha’s pussy, leaving it exposed to Yu-Jin’s assault.
“Nice,” the Korean whispered in a teasing purr as she licked her lips, the angle giving her enough of an advantage to begin lacerating Natasha’s labia with hers. “Let’s fuck for real.”
Moving her hips in quick, tormenting circles that soon had the trapped warrior moaning heavily, Ju-Yin fucked Natasha in a way the blue-eyed beauty had never felt before. As she had expected, the Korean’s clitoris made an appearance in that moment of weakness, digging cruelly into her vaginal anatomy, and for a few seconds she could only receive without giving back.
The battle of the hot bodies was far from over, however. With a sudden twist, Natasha managed to free her leg and, with the same move, knocked Yu-Jin down. The Korean had no time to react as Natasha locked her down in a tight scissors hold—pressing her palms against the mat, she pushed herself upward, arching her back as she lifted her body higher. Now it was her turn to dominantly grind and push her overheated female core into Yu-Jin’s cunt as her foe struggled partly beneath her. The Korean gasped and moaned, her body jerking at the sudden surge of pleasure, especially when Natasha intentionally plunged her clit between her heated labia.
“This is how a real champion fights, Yu-Jin. No tricks, no cheating,” she said. But her attempt to return the duel to some sort of honorable terms didn’t prevent her from leaning forward a bit to taunt her enemy. “So much for Korea’s best sexfighter, huh?”
“You arrogant bitch!” Yu-Jin retaliated, raising a hand to grab one of Natasha’s fat sweaty breasts. The shock of pain mixed with pleasure the French-Russian felt was enough to make her throw back her head and exhale a long and strangled groan. But instead of giving in, she lurched forward, dropping down on Yu-Jin to sink her teeth into the Korean’s right nipple.
With Natasha and Ju-Jin suddenly exchanging bites on boobs as if their lives depended on it, the crowd went crazy. Nothing like that has ever been seen in the Chamber before. Usually, first climax battles didn’t last more than five or ten minutes, but Natasha and Ju-Yin had been locked in a sexual conflict for more than twenty minutes and the decisive orgasm didn’t even seem to be close—those were alpha women, and they weren’t going to cum so easily.
“That’s all you got?” Natasha gasped as the two beauties broke off the bite contest, her bosoms and nipples throbbing with sore pleasure.
“You talk more shit than I remember, rich girl,” Yu-Jin replied in anger—Natasha could see the marks her teeth had left on her beautiful, heavy hard-nippled breasts. “You’re not that condescending wrestler with the fake smile anymore, are you?”
“You’re so jealous that it’s pathetic!” Natasha spat out as the two beauties clashed body to body and fell to the canvas again.
“Only one of us will be jealous of the other when we’re done, and it won’t be me!” Yu-Jin threatened as the rivals struggled, each of them seeking with their pelvises the most intimate contact again. “C’mon, Natasha, clit to clit if you have guts!”
Neither hesitated for even half a second as they engaged each other in a pussy-to-pussy scissoring on the canvas. But, just at the instant that, for the first time, their swollen and pulsing clits met, Natasha knew that she had underestimated Yu-Jin. The Korean’s clitoris felt huge, hard as steel, and burning hot. A violent shudder tore through her, the mere contact of Yu-Jin’s feminine weapon igniting a wildfire deep inside her belly. She was going to cum in seconds.
However, beyond that haze of defeatism that surrounded her, Natasha noticed the desperation with which her nemesis trembled and moaned each time her clits touched. Then she understood: she wasn’t the only one about to explode in carnal defeat. Shaking her head to clear it, she told herself that her clitoris was just as big and resilient as Yu-Jin’s, if not more, so she started to push harder. Whatever it took, she wasn’t going to cum first.
Minutes seemed to stretch into eternity as the young girls fought pussy to pussy on an unbreakable tribbing duel. At that stage of the competition, there was hardly any strategy anymore, as it was more a matter of sexual endurance and pure resolve now. Natasha’s and Yu-Jin’s bodies were drenched in sweat, muscularly exhausted, and horny against their wills—yet neither of them relented. Every shift of their hips, every grind of their cunts, every desperate attempt to overpower the other was met with equal resistance.
Somehow, both rivals were gradually sitting on their sexy asses while continuing to impale each other sex against sex. The audience roared, electrified by the sexual energy that radiated from the dueling bodies of Natasha and Yu-Jin at that decisive moment. Engaged in an agonizing, merciless battle of carnal sensations and endurance, the two naked beauties increased the rhythm of their hips, copious sweat flashing and bursting into the air under the lights around the Chamber. Natasha moaned noisily at the brutal pace of Yu-Jin’s pelvis, but the pleasure that both of them continued to inflict on each other made the Korean whimper back just as loudly as the blue-haired beauty’s pussy rubbed against hers insistently. Still, neither was giving up.
Natasha’s chest swelled with each gasp, and her toned stomach flexed with each thrust of her sex. Feeling again on the edge of the precipice, she hugged Yu-Jin against her, forcing the two identical pairs of breasts together. She felt her rival tremble against her as the sodden glands molded together with a softness that they hadn’t had at the start of the sexfight, but the hardened nipples compensated for the slight weakness by piercing the other areolas, the long erections rubbing side against side over and over again.
Then, Natasha’s clitoris found again Yu-Jin’s clitoris, head to head. Every millimeter of the French-Russian woman shuddered, and her eyes momentarily rolled back as a deadly shock of bliss nearly detonated her cunt at that very moment. The orgasm that had been threatening to erupt since Yu-Jin had put her fingers inside her sex more than half an hour earlier bordered on climax, but in some inhuman way Natasha restrained it. Her gaze sharpened, fixed on the Korean’s dark brown eyes, her hair tangled and plastered to her face.
“Still standing, Natasha?” Yu-Jin teased her, obviously having noticed her moment of faintness. Despite her arrogant words, the other woman was breathing heavily, her voice cracking with pleasure. “Not for long, baby.”
“Shut up, girl,” Natasha gritted her teeth as the clits crashed together on the battlefield between thighs. “You’re just as close as I am. I can feel it.”
She wasn’t lying, for Yu-Jin’s body was shaking more and more uncontrollably against her. But still, Natasha didn’t know how much longer she could resist. She again felt herself pushed into surrender when her long-time nemesis, instead of answering her with more arrogant words, that time leaned forward and forced the lips of the two sexiest women in the underworld to lock each other in another passionate kiss. Natasha could hear the audience erupt with excitement at the dirty exchange of saliva, chanting their names—half cheering for her, half for Yu-Jin.
In the center of the Chamber, the two enemies twisted their faces right and left to lick each other as deeply as possible, that time Natasha holding herself against Yu-Jin’s passion, but no one doubted by the increasing speed of their lower bodies that the focus of the fight remained on the pussies and clits, that didn’t relent in their attempt to subdue each other. For a couple of glorious seconds, Natasha felt Yu-Jin moan against her mouth as her hard clit mauled the red-haired beauty’s in such a way that she was sure she finally had her, but Yu-Jin’s erect clit managed to repel hers with several quick, shattering thrusts that turned the tables at once. Natasha had to break away from the kiss and grunt as the two rivals arched slightly, their bodies pushing together in a slow, torturous grind. The lead moved from one to the other constantly, but neither managed to hold it for more than a few seconds.
“I can hear your breath hitching, Yu-Jin,” Natasha cried out defiantly as her hips matched the shattering rhythm of Yu-Jin’s. “Your body is begging for it.”
“You bitch in blue.” Yu-Jin’s fingers dug into Natasha’s ass, her nails biting into the sweat-slicked flesh. “I’ll never give you the satisfaction.”
“I don’t need you to give me any satisfaction because I’ll take it from you,” Natasha hissed, taking revenge by grabbing her opponent’s firm butt with both hands. “You and I could have had a healthy competition for years, but you wanted this.”
“Cut the crap! I’ve always hated you and your good girl attitude when you’re nothing more than a spoiled princess with daddy’s money,” Yu-Jin groaned. “I enjoyed putting you in your place three years ago, and now I’m going to do the same—only now it will be better, because I’ll do it with my cunt!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you stupid cheating whore!” Natasha gasped, her usually hidden darker persona taking the whole control. “You’re just a low-class bitch who is unable to overcome her jealousy, that’s all. Now I’m going to make you pay for what you did in college by fucking you to the ground like you deserve!”
Confessions and threats immediately escalated the duel. The hips surged together in perfect unison, the sweat-soaked thighs trembling as the adversaries held nothing back. They arched against one another as their bodies burned, with lips parting in gasping grunts of effort and pain, with cunts slamming and molding, with clits pressing and recoiling. The battle had no grace anymore, only raw desperation. It was a frantic collision of wills and bodies, a clash of two female forces that had spent too long resisting the inevitable. As Natasha and Yu-Jin fucked each other, the screams of the crowd had faded into the background, replaced by the frantic sound of their own labored breathing and the low, guttural cries that neither could suppress anymore—but especially by the pussy-on-pussy pounding percussion.
Natasha had never had to hold back an orgasm so long before. Her pussy burned wet, and a carnal earthquake throbbed in the depths of her sex after forty-something minutes of unrelenting pleasure struggle—still she refused to let go. The roar of the crowd barely reached her ears, drowned out by the furious pounding of her own heart as she desperately tangled her clitoris against Yu-Jin’s in the climax of the first truly personal fight of her life. Natasha could feel that her Korean foe was as on edge as she was in the way that her body shuddered against hers, in the way that her breath hitched in sharp, uneven bursts. The French-Russian girl wanted to believe it was a sign that she was winning, that Yu-Jin was closer than her. She only needed to withstand one second longer than her rival. Or half a second, or a fraction of a breath more than Yu-Jin even if it was. It didn’t matter how hard she would cum after that, for that small difference would mean everything.
Then, both clits met with an electricity more intense than ever before, and Natasha knew that her hardened, super-sensitive sex weapon couldn’t take the next contact, even if it was the gentlest possible touch. A series of devastating emotions in the face of impending defeat ran through her body, and tears began to fall down her face. But just then she felt it: a devastating pulse born deep in Yu-Jin’s stomach erupted between the warring clits before they parted. The Korean’s nails dug into Natasha’s firm ass, and her breath was violently cut off for an instant. Yu-Jin’s body stiffened against hers for a second…and then began to convulse violently, between uncontrolled howls of pleasure.
Natasha didn’t stop. Even though she knew it would force her to orgasm, she wasn’t going to let Yu-Jin have the slightest chance to subdue that climax. She began rubbing her clit against her nemesis’, riding her own weakness to gradually push Yu-Jin back and mount her on the blue canvas. The trembling, panting Korean could take no more, and to Natasha’s delight she burst into a chain of orgasms—all the ones she had been holding back during the long battle.
“No!” Yu-Jin moaned as her back arched in that fucking that she was receiving. “It can’t be…”
“That’s it, Yu-Jin, that’s right.” Natasha’s voice was breathless, husky with exhaustion and victory while her pussy received the hot juices as luscious trophies. “You’re done. You’re mine.”
“Never!” In a final act of defiance, Yu-Jin’s retreating clit impaled against Natasha’s. The orgasm finally erupted in the blue-haired warrior, and it was so shattering that she almost lost her top position—but everything had already been settled.
The crowd erupted in cheers at the mind-blowing culmination as the bodies of Natasha and Yu-Jin trembled together in orgasms. But when the Korean eventually collapsed and the French-Russian fell onto her in exhaustion, everything suddenly fell silent. Given the fiery rivalry that bound the girls, everyone was eager to hear what they would say to each other now that they had reached a resolution. Would they challenge each other to a rematch? However, Natasha leaned over Yu-Jin’s ear, her lips barely brushing against her rival’s earlobe, and whispered something meant only for the two of them.
“Now I get why they call you Fire, sweetie.” That was the moment she had dreamed of for three years. “Because of how easy it’s to make you burn…” Then, using the last shreds of energy left in her body, Natasha lifted her head and exhaled her war cry into the air, her voice ringing through the Chamber. “Dansons sous la pluie!”
The End