A Satisfying Defeat
Sorry to keep you all waiting for this one! Today's story is a tasty morsel for WolfRider, who commissioned a story of pitched combat and romantic interlude between a heroine and villainess!
Strikira is attacking with all of her might, wielding her twin tonfas with the impressive skill that has come to be expected of the dexterous heroine. Her opponent, La Rouge, dances around each blow as if she can guess where her opponent is going to attack, and as she dodges each swing, she can see Strikira getting exhausted, little by little.
What seems like an attempt at a defensive victory in the form of a bearhug rapidly escalates into a rush of unexpected sensations for Strikira, who finds it impossible to ignore the growing whims of her body. She questions them and wonders about them, but she doesn't dare to deny them, as La Rogue unlocks her innermost desires...
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The air carried by the edge of a steel tonfa was enough to send locks of neatly kept headfur swinging up as La Rouge ducked beneath what would have surely been a concussing blow, but for all of the danger that the gesture carried, the villainess didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the attack.
She was actually smiling wider than she was before, as Strikira's movements brought her closer and closer to landing a devastating blow.
"Your focus is faltering, my darling," the otter was extremely daft in her movements, and the scarlet hem of her skirt was constantly being lifted by her skillful dodging, giving Strikira every opportunity to gaze between her legs, and each time she did, she tried to ignore the fact that La Rouge wasn't wearing any panties, and no doubt, it wasn't an accident.
In their meeting, it seemed that Strikira was the one doing all of the fighting, while La Rouge was stalling for time, even if the heroine couldn't figure out why.
"Is that really what you think?" Strikira asked, knowing how important it was to keep up a posture of dominance in the heat of battle. She swung her other arm, carrying a less deadly, but just as effective tonfa of rubber, but this time, La Rouge was able to slip back just in the nick of time, and she felt the cool, tantalizing breeze from the end of the weapon tickling at her lips. "You've always been so damned arrogant...it's gonna feel good to wipe that smirk off of your face!"
La Rouge wasn't shaken in the least, and she even reached out a paw and beckoned to her opponent...all while lifting her skirt once more to reveal a healthy trickle of wetness from between her thighs.
"Don't let your attitude take you places that your skills can't handle..."
Gritting her fangs together and dashing forward once more, Strikira swung both tonfas, swiping first with her right, and when La Rouge ducked downward, she tried coming with an overhead blow from the left.
She was just a touch too slow, but where there should have been a crippling blow and a brutal defeat for Strikira, there was an odd sensation, as the giant river otter wrapped her arms around the waist of the super-heroine and stepped in, causing the elbow of the wolfess to land on La Rouge's shoulder, knocking the tonfa out of her grasp.
"A b-bearhug? That's your defense?" Strikira asked, but she wasn't able to focus on the tight, clenching pressure around her upper back, as La Rouge stood upright once more. "Y-you're gonna have...damn... have to do b-better than that, evildoer!"
The words felt weak and hollow as they passed out of Strikira's muzzle, and her legs were beginning to wobble as she felt the grip of the otter loosen around her outfit of a black and yellow pattern. She tried to get her footing, but found that she actually needed La Rouge to stay upright with her, as a quivering built around the center of her womanhood, and a terrible need grew along with it, spiraling rapidly out of her mind's ability to control.
"You fell right into my trap, Strikira," La Rouge claimed, and though it didn't seem to be much of a trap yet, she didn't quite understand what the devious otter was going for, or how great the effect of her touch could really be on an unprepared opponent. A seductress through and through, a mere glance from La Rouge would bring most men to their knees, and plenty of women would fall prey to the same...
Strikira was just the latest victim, even if she didn't realize it yet.
"I've seen worse traps in a gr-...oo...mnnf. Mnnn..."
Never getting to finish her thought, and unsure of what she would have said, anyway, Strikira was expecting some kind of a physical blow, rather than the deep and sudden kiss that followed. Her voice was silenced, save for the pleasant rumbles of delight that escaped the corners of her muzzle, as her lips were simply dominated by La Rouge, forcing her to lean into the villainess for support.
I shouldn't be so rattled by a kiss...it's like she's getting me off just by making out with me! Strikira was having trouble coming to grips with La Rouge's abilities, and it gave the villainess an upper hand that she wasn't willing to part with so easily.
Keeping the passionate exchange of lips and tongues alive, La Rouge released her grip around Strikira's body and allowed the wolfess to simply fall into the warm, welcoming comfort of her large, delicate breasts. There was a soothing warmth to the touch of her strenuously covered flesh, and Strikira was being taken even further off of her guard as paws, now freed, moved eagerly down her lower back, containing the arms of the heroine in one of her large paws, while the other smoothed over the tightly contained curve of her rump.
"So perfectly taut...just a pawful for me, but this is a wonderful ass...I'd savor it all night, if we didn't have other things to get to," La Rouge explained, and even in her oversexed daze, Strikira didn't have any trouble figuring out what the villainess was getting at.
Her desire to remain chaste in the moment, however, was fading fast, and the more that she allowed La Rouge to tease her body, the less that she found herself able to stray away.
"You c-can't...you can't do this!" she tried to protest, but there was no conviction in her words, and her breasts were starting to heave as desperate, heated pants fell past her lips and out of her parted muzzle. "You've gotta...s-stop..."
What started as a battle in the empty streets of the nighttime city was quickly turning into something that could draw a crowd, but Strikira couldn't bring herself to tear away from the lustful embrace.
She could only push her rump against the paw that cupped it, hoping that La Rouge might bless her flesh with a teasing squeeze.
"Your words speak from your antiquated sense of right and wrong," La Rouge suggested, "But your body speaks for itself...and I cannot ignore the passion of such beautiful flesh, can I?"
Strikira wanted to tell her that she could. She wanted to protest, and save her modesty before it was completely stripped from her.
Instead, she allowed her leg to be easily lifted by La Rouge when the otter began moving it, and just under the thin cover of her skirt, she could feel devious pawtips sneaking their way toward her womanhood, and the moisture that was building upon it in impressive volume.
"I can hear just how wet you are, darling...forget being able to feel it. You can't possibly fight crime with this little problem to take care of!" La Rouge claimed, and her clawtips carefully began grinding back and forth against the fabric that acted as the last barrier between Strikira's modesty, and her ultimate corruption. "You want me to relieve you of this terrible condition...I can smell the need on you."
La Rouge was challenging Strikira, every step of the way. She was daring the heroine to do something, to do anything to stop the dastardly otter from having her way, but Strikira was struggling just to handle the sheer volume of lust that left her body a leaking, trembling mess against La Rouge's breasts.
She had no resistance left when the otter finally carved through the fabric around her cunt, and began rubbing a pair of eager digits against Strikira's pouted, pliable folds. She didn't even begin to protest when she felt one of those pawtips dipping right into her womanhood and penetrating her with rapid, shallow jabs, causing her to lift her leg that much higher and wrap it around the hip of her opponent so that she could bounce her hip and drive that finger in even further.
She didn't know where the arousal was coming from, but she was burning with heated need, and couldn't possibly hope to resist it now, if she ever could.
"P-please..."
La Rouge turned the rounds of her ears to the sound and grinned from ear to ear, her muzzle painted with lustful satisfaction. "What was that, Strikira?"
"De...deeper, please!"
Two skillful digits swirled and pinched around Strikira's erect, eager clit, and the third finger, already at home in her snatch, began pumping a bit more slowly, but much, much deeper into the soaking passage, and each time, it lingered around a bit longer, examining each and every surface that it could reach, teasing the inner muscles of the defeated heroine without a hint of remorse.
Strikira didn't show an ounce of the same, either, as her eyes gazed through the mask upon her face and up into the captivating, amethyst orbs of the woman who conquered her with little more than a hug, but the tactics that followed still left her bewildered, as she tried to figure out why her sex was suddenly controlling all of her actions.
She might never figure it out, as a second pawtip joined the first inside of her womanhood, and began pumping upward with a subtle hook in the joints, pressing against the front wall of her vaginal passage and adding a delicious pressure to her g-spot.
No, no no no...don't do it, Strikira...stay strong! Stay focused!
The wolfess could just feel the eyes of the night gazing upon her with lustful delight, and she tried leaning up to steal another kiss from La Rouge, hopeful that she could muffle her moans before she climaxed.
The otter sensed it coming, and leaned her head just back and out of reach as slick, warm streams of feminine juices squirted from Strikira's cunt and sprayed across La Rouge's skillful wrist.
"N-no...no, I can't cum...not l-like this!" she still believed that her verbal protests would carry the weight she needed them to, but female ejaculate continued to gush from her folds as she bucked rapidly upon the paw of the woman who now controlled her. "It's t-too much...it's too fucking much!"
There was no modesty, or even a sense thereof, left in Strikira's mind as she trembled and shuddered helplessly against La Rouge.
The otter found it a shame that they were playing opposite sides of the moral field, as she was left without an orgasm of her own, but the moment of exhaustion provided the best opportunity for La Rouge to escape, and though there was no wiping the smirk from her face, there was a hint of disappointment behind it, that their fun had to end.
"No...not too much, darling. It's just what you needed," she suggested, but she was quick to fall back into the shadows after pulling her paw free, sending a small cascade of messy, liquid arousal to the ground. "And if you ever run into me again...I'll be happy to administer another dose."
Strikira quickly slumped down to her knees and continued to quiver, her body still wracked by the throes of a climax that was more than she could have prepared for. She didn't know how she'd explain the situation to her superiors, but she'd come up with an alibi later.
Right then, her only concern was running her pawtips through the juices of her own folds and sampling them before the lust wore off.