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The Battlesluts Online series is an anthology of sexfighting stories set in a VR game. It does not have an overarching plot, so feel free to begin here.

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Melissa Spezzano, also known as the Shark by those unworthy of knowing her name, was a mob boss. Ever since she joined Turf Wars, she had been fighting and fucking her way to the top, and now she was the head of the Ruby Ghosts, one of the two largest syndicates on the largest, most populated Turf Wars server. All other gangs, player or NPC-controlled, had submitted to her.

All except one.

The other of the two largest gangs on the server and the only one comparable to the Ruby Ghosts. The Diamonds, and their leader, known only as Tiger.

The Diamonds quickly rose to prominence, with Tiger having been their boss from the beginning. Their growth was mainly caused by Tiger subduing and seducing other gang leaders and adding their territory to hers.

[Melissa]( stepped off her bike. She was about to have a duel with Tiger, and they had rented a hotel room in neutral territory to limit interference from outside elements.

She had long, black hair, which waved in the slight breeze, and deep, red eyes. She wore tight-fitting pants and a jacket that was the same color as her eyes. It would protect her from physical harm and put a layer between her flesh and groping fingers, all the while highlighting her figure.

She had a large chest, though she stuck to some degree of realism in character creation, and notable but not immodest buttocks. She had flawless skin and was rather fit.

She idly imagined herself as a queen of the unified city, with none daring to challenge her, and sighed.

In truth, the result of the match between her and the Tiger would matter for little more than bragging rights. If someone unified the city, the conflict would be gone and the server would be reset early, an outcome no one wanted.

She entered the designated hotel and walked up the stairs to the room rented for their match.

[Tiger]( was already waiting there.

She was blonde, her hair long, though shorter than Melissa’s, and her eyes clear blue. She was grinning, in a way Melissa couldn’t help but discover endearing, much to her dismay. Forcing herself to consider Tiger’s body, she noted her chest, a bit larger than Melissa’s but not by much, accentuated by the deep, if narrow, cleavage her outfit gave her, and her large, soft-looking thighs highlighted by the way her clothing covered her butt but left her thighs visible.

Speaking of clothing, she wore a black tank top mostly covered by a white jacket, black, tight armor covering her belly, black booty shorts, grey thigh highs, and armor plates that reached up to her knees.

The room contained a thick carpet and a sturdy bed, as well as an assortment of toys scattered throughout it and a wooden table with two chairs, a wine bottle, and some light snacks.

“You’re Shark, right?” Tiger cheerfully asked, impatiently hopping from one leg to the other.

“Yes.” Melissa nodded. “And I’m here to show you who is the best Battleslut in this city, Tiger.” She struck a confident pose.

“I am,” Tiger said nonchalantly. “But do you want to fight or fuck?”

“I’ll let you decide,” Melissa told Tiger, “you’ll need the advantage.”

“Oh?” Tiger stalked towards her. “Alright then. Let’s start with some sparring, to set the mood, before I make you cum your brains out.”

Before Melissa could answer, Tiger lashed out with a kick against Melissa’s side which she barely deflected with her arm.

Melissa returned the favor, and the fight was on.

They started landing blows on each other, causing minimal pain, but weakening the struck muscles.

Tiger was faster, and more agile than Melissa, but Melissa more than made up for it with skill, landing more blows overall. Tiger’s vigor allowed her to resist hits better than Melissa, however, so she was the first one to get the other on the ground.

Melissa had just managed to land a slap across Tiger’s chest, enjoying the jiggles and Tiger’s yelp, when Tiger struck back, kicking at Melissa’s left leg. The blow connected, and, having received a few hits there already, Melissa found the leg giving way, causing Melissa to fall to the floor.

Tiger sat on her belly, pinning her to the ground, and the two combatants’ eyes met. Without a word, they both knew that the time to fight was over, and the time to fuck had begun.

Tiger leaned down, grinning all the while, and stared into Melissa’s eyes as she tore her jacket open and began to fondle her chest.

Not staying idle, Melissa pulled the jacket covering Tiger’s chest away and groped and squeezed her tits.

“Mhhm~ You’re good at this.” Tiger complimented Melissa, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. “And your boobs are so nice! Smooth, but firm, and big but not weird!”

“Thank you.” Melissa replied, flattered, and glad for the friendly atmosphere. “You’re also pretty good with your fingers.” She paused, then smirked: “Though not as good as I am.”

Tiger opened her mouth to protest, but Melissa continued before she could start. “And yours are also well made. Small enough to still feel human, but big enough to smother someone in.”

“Huh? But I just pressed the ‘generate avatar from the body’ button?” Tiger said, confused.

Melissa looked deep and hard into Tiger’s eyes, but didn’t see any form of deception or bragging, just confusion. Either Tiger was a really good liar, or she had this sexy body in real life.

Melissa had also done that, confident that her beauty would be enough, and making use of the ease of use of a body that behaved exactly like hers.

With that said, they had just shown each other that Tiger was a slightly better fighter, and now she turned out to be sexier than Melissa in real life as well? Melissa reacted like she all the time did when she met someone better than her: get angry.

Using Tiger’s confusion, she rolled them over, so that she was on top. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

With one hand, she resumed her fondling of Tiger’s breasts and reached back to snake her other hand into Tiger’s shorts and finger her. True to her words, she did so gently and skillfully.

“Ah! You – stop it!” Tiger demanded, even as she returned the favor (after tearing another hole in Melissa’s clothes, this time in her pants), her fingers not as skilled as Melissa’s, but making up for it with eagerness and speed.

Despite Tiger’s enthusiasm, however, Melissa’s experience won out, and gently but steadily brought Tiger to climax.

Sighing, confused about the easy battle, Melissa turned around to leave the room, only for Tiger to jump on her back, one hand going right back to Melissa’s crotch and the other wrapping around her neck.

“I’m not done yet~. Are you~?” Tiger playfully whispered into her ear. “It’ll take more than that to bring me down~.”

Melissa tried to find out a quick way to dislodge the girl as she was fingered and strangled, before eventually settling on falling over backwards onto the table.

Tiger, not eager to let go of her prey, only loosened her grip when the impact knocked the breath out of her, though her fingers were still enthusiastically plundering Melissa’s snatch.

Making use of the looser grip, Melissa turned herself around, pulled Tiger’s shorts down, and dove in to eat her out.

As Melissa’s tongue explored and prodded at Tiger’s folds, Tiger grabbed her by her shoulders and tried to pull her away from her pussy, but Melissa grabbed Tiger’s ass and pulled herself in.

Much like before, Tiger’s banter quickly turned to complaining. “Stop it, you dirty bitch! Stop licking me! A-ah~ s-stop it! N-not there~!”

In desperation, Tiger decided to get a better grip and let go of Melissa’s shoulders, grabbing her scalp instead.

Incensed, Melissa withdrew her tongue from Tiger’s pussy and gently closed her teeth around her clit. When Tiger kept pulling, she applied more pressure.

Tiger got the hint. She let go, Melissa went back to devouring her pussy, and Tiger’s legs clamped around Melissa’s head, her thighs squishing against her cheeks and her lower legs pulling Melissa’s head into Tiger’s crotch. Additionally, she grabbed the back of Melissa’s head, using her arms to pull Melissa even deeper.

Melissa quickly realized what she was trying to do: smother her in her crotch. Seeing as she couldn’t get out enough to repeat her clit-biting trick, her only option was to keep eating her out, hoping she would cum before Melissa passed out. That, or tap out, but that would be submission.

She dove in even more ferociously than before, and she soon had the Tiger on the ropes, squirming and shaking, moaning and begging. Melissa was not in a very good state either, however. She hadn’t taken any particularly deep breaths before she was restricted, so Tiger’s idea was dangerously close to working.

In the end, however, Melissa’s sexual experience won out. There was a reason people called her Shark: the whole time, she was attacking different spots in different methods, judging Tiger’s reaction, and once she found a weak spot, she attacked it mercilessly.

As Tiger came, her limbs clenched, and the race between pleasure and asphyxiation had been close enough for them to both be dazed after Tiger’s limbs relaxed enough for Melissa to free herself.

Tiger recovered first and used the opportunity to knock Melissa down on her back. Then, she picked out a pair of handcuffs from the toys littering the room. She used them to restrain Melissa’s hands, and then dove in to eat her out.

Once Melissa recovered, she tried to close her legs around Tiger, as she had done, but quickly realized she was far too close to orgasm to pull that trick off.

Instead, she rubbed her feet (still in socks, unfortunately) against Tiger’s crotch, even though the angle was bad, and focused on removing the handcuffs.

She also figured out one more way to buy time.

“Uncuff me right this instant!” Melissa demanded.

“Or else what~?” Tiger mockingly replied. That was expected. What mattered was that to speak, she had to withdraw from Melissa’s crotch, and thus give her a few seconds of respite.

“Or else – or else I’ll fuck you to climax with a strap-on.” She wasn’t bluffing. She had noticed a strap-on earlier, and it was only fair play to use it now.

Tiger paused, and when she spoke again, her arousal was audible in her voice.

“Th – the – then I’ll just eat you out, and then fuck you with it first.”

But Melissa kept pushing, hoping to keep Tiger from eating her out for even longer. “You seem to spring up from a mere climax however many times you want, so after I’ve had my fill of fucking you doggy style, I’ll switch to missionary, and milk those big tits dry while I’m at it.”

Tiger didn’t answer this time, instead diving back in to devour Melissa’s pussy.

Unfortunately for her, Melissa had already freed her hands from the shackles (they could be opened with a simple puzzle. They were meant as a sexfight toy, after all, not for actual use) and leaned forward, pulling Tiger out just enough to close her legs on her while she was too far away from her pussy to do anything.

She grabbed Tiger’s hands, which were on Melissa’s thighs, and used the handcuffs on them. Then she followed through on her threats.

At first, Tiger put up a fight, trying to wriggle free and throw off Melissa when she was on top of her, fucking her pussy with a strap-on, groping her tits, and kissing her neck.

Melissa offered to let her surrender, but then Tiger asked “Or else what~?”

The next position was, as promised, missionary. Tiger moaned and begged and demanded the whole time, though never surrendered, and it was music to Melissa’s ears. Having such a powerful beauty moan and squeal and beg like a brat for her was gratifying, and it made her look rather adorable.

Next, Melissa bent Tiger over her knee, putting the fingers on her left hand in Tiger’s mouth, while using her right hand to deliver mighty spanks to Tiger’s ass.

Melissa was somewhat surprised Tiger hadn’t opened the cuffs yet, but she did seem rather distracted by feeling good and cumming most of the time.

It took a while, but Melissa managed to cause an orgasm just by spanking and humiliation. After that, Tiger went limp, and Melissa laid her on the bed.

As she did, she found herself incredibly wet. Her fingers drifted towards her crotch on their own, guided by her desperate need for release, but just a few moments after she started fingering herself, something turned her around.

She found herself facing Tiger, and then receiving a deep and passionate kiss. One of Tiger’s hands went to Melissa’s chest and began tweaking and squeezing her nipples, while the other joined Melissa’s fingers in her pussy.

The kiss, the gentle but insistent teasing of her nipples, and Tiger’s relentless fingering quickly brought Melissa to climax. Once Melissa stopped cumming, Tiger toppled her and laid down on top of her, and let one hand snake down to her pussy, while the other cupped Melissa’s ass.

“I’m not done yet~.” Tiger whispered. “Now, I’ll devour~ you~.”

Suddenly, Melissa’s eyes snapped open, and they were brimming with lust and indignation. She rolled the two of them around, so that Melissa was on top, and restrained both of her hands, pinning them to the bed by the wrists with just one hand.

“Shall we call it a draw?” Tiger suggested, panicked.

Melissa didn’t answer.

“Ah~, wait! No, not there~! N-not my neck! Mhhmm~ not my belly button! Nnhgh~ no! AAAHHAHH~ NOO~! GGYYYAAAA~!!”

……..

A woman in a brown great coat stood in an elevator, which was covered in graffiti. After checking her work one last time, she nodded to herself and sprayed one final touch: four letters, in bright pink, spelling Yoko. Her graffiti tag.

Satisfied with her work, she pressed the ‘open’ button and stepped out onto the roof. Turning around, she waited for the door to close before spraying her tag on the doors themselves.

In the cool, fresh night air, she took off her black face mask, revealing full lips and a thin nose. Her eyes were pink, and her hair black, tied into short twin tails.

“Stop right there, evildoer!” A voice resounded over the rooftops. It was young and excited. The woman sighed, but a fond smile was playing on her lips. She quickly put her face mask back on, pressed the button to call the elevator, and then turned to face the person who called out to them.

“Today, Yoko, I shall unmask you, and you will face justice!” The [speaker]( was a younger woman in a black latex suit of varying opacity, creating the appearance of a skimpy outfit while only leaving the face and a spot on her arms under the shoulders where shoulder plate and very long gloves barely didn’t meet exposed, showing her chocolate colored skin.

She had dark green eyes, though the left one shined as a result of some kind of cybernetics, and full lips, the top one painted with black lipstick. Her hair was long, curly, and black, forming a mane that reached her waist. She had fake black cat ears protruding from it, and a ‘mask’ made of a couple of thin strips along her eyes made of a black material.

She wasn’t very tall, but she wasn’t unusually short, either. She boasted her voluptuous chest, and her costume highlighted her large thighs.

“Mad Cat.” Yoko acknowledged the other woman. “Back off, or I’ll make a public art piece out of you.”

Yoko looked her up and down before a wondered struck her. “Wait. Bring me to justice? Are you a vigilante now? You stole from a museum last week, proclaiming yourself a supervillain! How’s that supposed to work?”

Mad Cat pouted. “Shaddup! I’ll steal you for myself, for that. I’m sure you’re a cutie under that coat, there aren’t ugly people in this city, so you’ll be my sex toy.”

“That’s more like the Mad Cat I heard so much about.” Yoko chuckled. “In return, you won’t be a public art piece. You’ll be a private one.”

“Fair enough.” Mad Cat offhandedly remarked and then pounced.

The attack was sudden, but Yoko knew what to do. She whipped out the paint can, and sprayed towards Mad Cat. The paint was colorless, and was not a paint at all, coalescing into a sticky slime that slowed Mad Cat’s movements.

The elevator chimed, and the doors opened.

Yoko approached Mad Cat, who was rapidly becoming immobilized, when suddenly Mad Cat’s suit released a clear liquid that dissolved the slime.

Going on the offense, Mad Cat lashed out with her arm, hard light claws projecting from her fingertips and striking out at Yoko, launching her back into the elevator and opening her coat in the process.

[Yoko]( stood up and dusted herself off. She looked at Mad Cat, who was starting at Yoko, then at herself, and then at Mad Cat, before things clicked.

Once they did, she started strutting around the elevator, curtsying, bending forward and backward and sideways, and generally showing off her assets, namely her thighs, which were just as thick as Mad Cat’s, if not more, and her chest, which dwarfed Mad Cat’s.

Intending to lure Mad Cat into an enclosed space (say, an elevator), Yoko kept on taunting her. “Here, kitty kitty~,” She singsonged as she cupped her chest, “come get your milk~.”

“Really?” Mad Cat was bemused by the whole thing. “How are you not dying of embarrassment right now?”

“Fine.” Yoko turned around. “I guess we’ll just not fight today.” Her finger hovered over the ground floor button.

“Wait!” Mad Cat exclaimed and pounced.

Yoko turned around and Mad Cat slammed into her, throwing them both against the wall.

They rolled around for a bit, grappling and groping, hands grabbing boobs and butts.

When things stabilized, Yoko was on top and pinned Mad Cat’s arms to the floor, but lost her bra in the process.

Mad Cat began activating some other tool in her suit. Not intending to let her do that, Yoko leaned down and smothered her with her gigantic breasts.

This made Mad Cat squirm and thrash around, which Yoko took as a positive sign and pressed harder.

As it turned out, being smothered hadn’t stopped Mad Cat from triggering her suit’s ability, causing an electric shock to strike everywhere where Yoko’s skin touched Mad Cat’s suit, causing short-term paralysis.

Mad Cat made sure to use this to her benefit. She rolled Yoko off her and laid down on her, meeting her eyes and deciding to tease her back, saying “You know what? I do want milk.” and began sucking on Yoko’s nipples. Meanwhile, her hands undid the strings of Yoko’s panties, and then one went to finger her and the other to fondle her butt.

Yoko could do nothing but lay there and moan for a whole minute as Mad Cat played with her body. Once the paralysis wore off, she threw Mad Cat off of her and scrambled for her spraying can.

Once she reached it, she fiddled with the cap, then turned around and sprayed at Mad Cat, who was pouncing again. It was the same slimy substance as last time, except neon pink this time. It landed all over Mad Cat, including in her hair and on her neck, her ‘mask’ projecting a force field that prevented it from getting into her eyes.

Once Black Cat was immobilized for a moment, Yoko went a good distance behind her and picked up a can of solvent on the way there, which she sprayed onto Mad Cat’s back. Due to VR game physics, it dissolved the bits of goo that were hit from the back and the rear part of Mad Cat’s costume and clothes but left everything else, such as skin or hair, untouched.

Knowing Mad Cat would soon free herself, Yoko decided to get some payback and jumped in to play with her, toppling her onto her belly. She then slipped her hands into the remains of Mad Cat’s costume, one hand wrapping around her breasts and groping them, while the other went for her pussy.

Not content with just that, Yoko whispered into Mad Cat’s ear: “Looks like you’re mine now, Cat. Tell me, will this pussy meow if I play with her kitty?”

Mad Cat’s suit once again released a liquid that dissolved the slime, but Yoko stayed where she was, on Mad Cat’s back, pinning and fingering her.

Yoko’s assault might not have made Mad Cat meow, but it did make her gasp and moan, sounds that were music to Yoko’s ears.

Mad Cat wasn’t helpless, though. She squirmed and struggled, and eventually managed to elbow Yoko hard enough to make her roll over.

They both got on their feet. Yoko got off one more cloud of solvent, which removed most of the remains of Mad Cat’s costume, leaving only the arms, legs, and neck covered, as well as the ‘mask’ and the ears.

Mad Cat retaliated by firing a salvo of restraining projectiles. Yoko dodged most of them, so instead of being pinned to the wall spread eagle, just one of her hands was pinned to the wall.

That was, however, enough to hamper her severely when Mad Cat approached her. Making use of Yoko’s predicament, Mad Cat easily dodged Yoko’s kicks and pinned Mad Cat’s other hand to the wall, then used her other hand to take off Yoko’s mask. After that, she kissed her, deeply and passionately. Yoko reciprocated, and the two spent a minute making out, before Mad Cat withdrew, licking her lips.

“That was nice~. You’re not a bad kisser, surprisingly enough. But this is enough fun for now. I’ve got you where I want to. Time to finish you off.” Mad Cat chuckled as she dropped to her knees and grabbed one of Yoko’s thighs with each of her hands.

Yoko tried to close them around Mad Cat’s head, but no such luck. Mad Cat kept them open and dove in to eat Yoko out.

Yoko thrashed around, but Mad Cat got a full minute of access before Yoko managed to force the clamp around her hand out of the wall.

Once free, she fell on Mad Cat, forcing her to the ground, and positioned herself to scissor her.

With Yoko upright, and Mad Cat lying on the floor, Yoko had a clear benefit, and she exploited it ruthlessly, rubbing her pussy against Mad Cat’s and groping her tits.

Mad Cat fought back, of course, both in the scissors and by groping Yoko’s tits.

They were both soon moaning, but from an outside perspective, Yoko was clearly winning. Mad Cat moaned and mewled, even as she rubbed and massaged Yoko’s tits, not realizing or eager to acknowledge how bad her position was.

They both taunted each other the whole time, of course.

“Yes~!” Yoko screamed out. “Mewl for me~! Ahhn~ mewl for me~!”

“Cum already!” Mad Cat demanded through gritted teeth. “Cum – nngggh~ – cum already! Mhhmmh~ Just – haahh~! Just give up!”

Mad Cat couldn’t hold out forever, and, eventually, the pressure was too much for her. As she climaxed, Yoko kept up the pressure, making sure the orgasm would be long and draining, until eventually they were both left panting on the floor, Yoko sitting and ready to act, and Mad Cat too tired to do anything but lay there and twitch.

Looking at the defeated beauty before her, Yoko considered her options. She had said she would make Mad Cat into an art piece, and for a moment, she mind went to body writing, but she decided against it. It was too crude.

Instead, she picked up her spray cans and used them to paint a proper piece of art, using Mad Cat’s dark skin as a canvas.

Once she was done, she took a few pictures (neck down, to preserve some semblance of privacy) and sat down to rest until she recovered enough to haul her prize back home.

………

[Mikaela Alderman]( or “Ghost Killer”, as her name tag proclaimed, walked the streets, clothed in nothing but thigh highs and long gloves made of fishnets, a collar, bracelets, and duct tale over nipples and vagina (made bearable and removable without pain by VR), while carrying a knife.

With a getup like that, she was obviously looking for a sexfight, and a sexfight was what she found when a [woman]( clothed in a sports bra with cleavage and shorts, both pitch black, stepped out into the shady alley.

Mikaela looked her opponent over:

She had long, flowing white hair on the right half of her head, while the hair on the left side was turned into a braid that reached her collarbone. Her eyes were dark grey, and her lips were black. Her name tag said “Sandra”.

Sandra noticed Mikaela’s attention, and sauntered over, swaying her hips and chest, making sure Mikaela noticed her assets.

Along the way, Sandra looked Mikaela over as well, prompting Mikaela to consider what she might be thinking about her.

She had her hair dyed, half white and half black, and tied into two intentionally messy buns with tendrils of hair sticking out of them. Her eyes were bright yellow, and beside her clothing, she also had the words ‘Strength • Loyalty • Respect’ tattooed below her collarbone, as well as ‘Blessed’ above her navel.

Her chest was modest, smaller than Sandra’s, but they were about equal otherwise as far as bodies went.

Sandra was the first to speak:

“So. Are we going to fuck? Fight? Both?”

Mikaela raised the knife in her hand. “Both. I’m going to beat you up and then have my way with you.”

Sandra simply took up a boxer’s stance. “Bring it.”

Mikaela dashed forward, swinging the knife at Sandra, who dodged and deflected the blows by hitting Mikaela’s arms mid-swing. When Mikaela made a particularly wide swing, Sandra dodged it and threw a punch, hitting Mikaela on the jaw.

Mikaela staggered back, and before she could recover, Sandra hammered her with blows that landed everywhere: head, belly, breasts, crotch, and joints (on legs and the knife-wielding arm, mainly).

The onslaught left Mikaela sore and weak, and she soon fell to the ground. Sandra followed her down, pinning her torso by sitting on it and her arms by pushing them against the ground.

“Will you be a good girl?” Sandra chuckled darkly, “Or will I have to work you over a bit more?”

Mikaela wasn’t gonna fold this easily. She wriggled and shook, attempting to dislodge Sandra.

Her resistance surprised Sandra, and she was almost successful in throwing her off.

Almost. Sandra managed to retain her hold on Mikaela, though with difficulty.

“Oh? You’re going to resist?” Sandra asked. “I guess I underestimated you. I thought you were just a slut who liked to look edgy, but you’re a slut who wants to look edgy with some steel in your spine.” She chuckled. “Good. As a sign of respect, I’ll let go of your left hand. We can have a contest, as opposed to a one-sided domination. I’m not letting go of the knife, though. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

She did as she said, letting go of her arm, and tore off the tape over Mikaela’s nipples, before kneading and groping her breasts

Mikaela also acted, undoing the buttons on Sandra’s sports bra, and then fondling and squeezing her tits.

To Mikaela’s surprise, Sandra was good at tit groping. She was so good that she had Mikaela moaning and gasping in just a minute. Seeing that Sandra was not affected by Mikaela’s fondling, she decided that she needed a better method and snaked her hand into Sandra’s shorts to finger her.

Not physically able to pin Mikaela’s knife arm, and return the favor and finger her at the same time, Sandra instead leaned down and kissed Mikaela.

Mikaela’s eyes widened as Sandra’s tongue mercilessly plunged into her mouth, but she pushed back, the girls’ tongues intertwined as she tried to force her tongue into Sandra’s mouth to prove, to herself if no one else, that she could win against Sandra in something, anything at all.

Mikaela succeeded, much to her surprise, her tongue brushing past Sandra’s lips, tasting the blackberry flavor of her lipstick, and conquering her mouth. She saw Sandra’s eyes widen, then flutter, and the hand on Mikaela’s breast went limp.

Then Sandra withdrew from their kiss and slammed her forehead into Mikaela’s in a vicious headbutt.

“Did you forget? This is a sexFIGHT, cutie.” Sandra chuckled as Mikaela moaned in pain.

Enraged by Sandra’s actions, Mikaela responded in kind, crashing her forehead into Sandra’s delicate nose.

Despite her wince of pain, Sandra responded with delight in her voice: “Ah, so you can put up a fight after all! Good. Maybe you’re an opponent, rather than a toy.”

She hungrily dove in for another kiss, then separated, but kept their faces right next to each other. She started into Mikaela’s eyes, and despite her words, her gaze was that of a snake eyeing a mouse.

Mikaela felt her newfound confidence shrivel away but nonetheless met her gaze.

After a moment, Mikaela gave Sandra a peck on the cheek and received a love bite in return, prompting the two to start trading kisses and love bites.

Mikaela soon only focused only on this new contest, her fingers in Sandra’s pussy stopping their movement, as she delighted in kissing Sandra on the lips and then elsewhere and leaving a mark on her with her own lipstick.

Sandra, by contrast, quickly grew unfocused, with Mikaela soon forcing cute little moans and gasps and whines from her.

Then Sandra gave Mikaela a bright smile and laid down a knife on Mikaela’s chest. Not just any knife, Mikaela’s knife.

Mikaela suddenly noticed her hand was open, and the knife gone. Sandra’s distraction suddenly made sense: she was focused on prying the knife out of Mikaela’s hand without being noticed.

Sandra lifted herself off of Mikaela, balancing on the tips of her toes and one hand while she held the knife on her chest, pointed downwards, at Mikaela’s chest.

“You better grab the hand.” She cheerfully informed Mikaela. “If you’re not doing something to stop me from falling, the knife will stab you when I stop leaning on my other hand. It won’t kill you, VR and all, but it will hurt quite a bit if that happens.”

Seeing the obvious truth of what Sandra was saying, Mikaela grabbed Sandra’s hand with both of hers and tried to push it away and turn the knife to the side, or possibly even against Sandra.

Grinning, Sandra lifted her hand from the ground, balanced on the tips of her toes and Mikaela’s arms. The knife dropped a little, and then rose, as Mikaela pushed with all her might, it’s movement sparking a desperate hope that she might be able to push up, and eventually sit and stop pushing against Sandra’s weight, or even push her over and turn the tables.

Sandra’s grin widened. “Oh my. So hopeful, aren’t we? But I still have a free hand.” She chuckled. “Now, what shall I do with it? I could use it to push the knife down. Shall we see if you can overpower my full strength AND gravity? Or I could choke you until you can’t resist anymore.” Then her face brightened. “Ooh! I know what I’ll do. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun~.”

Her hand descended on Mikaela’s breasts, squeezing them with abandon and making her gasp.

“See? This way, you’ll get to feel good too! It’s a SEXfight after all~.” Sandra’s eyes shone with glee as she tweaked Mikaela’s nipple.

“Come on, keep pushing! If you let up, you’ll get hurt~!” She teased as Mikaela moaned from the combination of pleasure and panic.

Seeing that she had to change something, or else Sandra would just slowly make her cum, Mikaela tried pushing the knife to the side so that it would miss her, but Sandra managed to keep it straight without too much difficulty.

Her next attempt was to try and win the sexfight before Sandra could get her. She let go of Sandra’s hand with one of hers and started fingering her.

The knife started very slowly descending again, as Mikaela was not able to completely stop it with just one hand, but Sandra’s moans and blush were encouraging, so she kept at it.

Sandra’s moaning kept growing in intensity, and her hand felt weaker to Mikaela, but Sandra’s fondling of Mikaela’s chest had its own results, making Mikaela moan just as much as she was making Sandra moan, and her hand weakened just as much as Sandra’s.

Mikaela felt Sandra quivering when the tip of the knife touched her skin. It was sharp, and the mere touch felt like the sting of a needle. In a burst of panic, she withdrew her fingers from Sandra and grabbed the knife with both hands. She managed to stop their descent, though Mikaela could still feel the painful pressure and alarming coldness of the steel on her chest.

Sandra grabbed Mikaela’s breast and rubbed her nipple on the cold steel on the knife’s flat side. Then, when she finished enjoying Mikaela’s gasps, she let go of her breast and trailed her fingers over her belly, teasing her belly button, before running them over her crotch, her pussy, and finally inserted a finger into her. Then another, and then a third.

She gave a few experimental thrusts of her fingers before once more addressing Mikaela:

“Yield. You can’t win. I’ll just finger you until you cum, again and again, ’till your arms give out.”

Mikaela wasn’t stupid. She nodded. “I yield. You win. You win.”

Sandra withdrew her fingers, leaned on the freed up hand, put the knife away, and dove in to eat Mikaela out.

She was good with her tongue, and the pleasure was amplified by the adrenaline coursing through Mikaela’s veins, as well as her relief. It didn’t take Mikaela long to climax.

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