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Revenge match : Inazuma vs Hellfire
Authors note: This is pretty much an adaptation of UG and ?? 1 “Revenge Match” story. A lot of the story beats and events found here were lifted straight from those stories, with a lot of personal touches added in. If you’re curious, please find UG and ?? 1on pixiv to find the original story. They may all be in Japanese, but translation technology does wonders these days. They even have pictures!
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The year is 20XX. In this timeline, incredible medicinal discoveries have made the world free from the worries of many diseases, creating a healthier, livelier world. Athletic games and sports thrive on these discoveries, the risks of injury and long term health problems having been eliminated long ago. One unlikely drug however, has not only revolutionized the world of adult”enjoyment, but also created a brand new adult sport of its own.
This recreational drug not only cuts down the refractory period of males after ejaculation, but also increases the seminal production of the male as well. After years of use, there have been no negative side-effects found in its use, either in overdosing or in prolonged use.
In casual terms,the drug allows men to cum without breaks, while also producing more cum for them to shoot out. All without any catches!
This incredible medicine has created an obvious upsurge in erotic activity, allowing males to continue intercourse with their partner for much longer, while also helping to ensure pregnancies when wanted. The creation of a “hot” new combat sport is an unintended, though no doubt pleasing side-effect of this recreational drug.
The sport: Battle Fuck (AKA: Sex Battle, Sexfight, Sex Wrestling, Fuckfighting, etc.)
A game where two or more combatants, any combination of male or female, engage in intense sexual combat to determine one’s sexual superiority. Professional male fighters undergo a procedure that allows them to produce the drug naturally in their own bodies, nullifying the use of a pill.
Matches are sorted in a variety of ways, ranging from three-fall matches, where whoever cums twice first loses, to deathmatches, unlimited marathons of sexual competitions that end when one fighter can no longer continue.
Variations on the rules also exist, from the level of violence allowed in a match, to the inclusion of various toys or gadgets.
Today’s match takes place 9 years after the establishment of the two largest male vs female Battle Fuck Leagues (simply known as the eastern and western battle fuck leagues). While the two leagues are separate entities, it has become an annual event for the two to come together to host the International Battle Fuck Showdown (IBF). The IBF is a one day long event, bringing together the strongest battle fuckers in the two leagues together for top-caliber matches, eventually climaxing with the Intercontinental showdown between the strongest man and woman of the leagues.
Today, two young and dominant rookies, the new champions of their respective leagues face off on the worldwide stage. Though both fighters have spotless official records unblemished by a single loss, the both of them had fought before on this very same stage as part of an exhibition match the year prior.
As the exhibition match was just a showcase of the the two rookies before their official debut, the results were not counted towards their records. The result of that match however, an unofficial deathmatch, no doubt weighs heavily on both the crowd and the fighters.
It was a show of dominance as one rookie completely overwhelmed the other, making their opponent cum in less than ten minutes. The dominant rookie continued until the loser was knocked out definitively. It was an embarrassing outcome for the newcomer who had lost, a fighter claimed to compete at the highest level, to be outdone so quickly. While the winner was expected to rise through the ranks of their league in quick fashion, the same could not be said of their opponent.
And, as expected, the winner of that skirmish had become the undefeated champion of their own league. Not expected however was the losers own rise to their championship, themselves a reigning unbeaten force in their league.
The fighter who had once been a laughingstock before their debut had earned the respect of their league, and in so doing earned their rematch on the same stage they had lost so handily on.
To say that the two champions’ upcoming deathmatch was an event was an understatement. The prospect of revenge for the loser, and continued dominance for the winner, bought the crowds to an absolute fever pitch in today’s IBF.
Will the underdog overcome their greatest challenge?
Will the champion continue their own uncontested rule between both leagues?
These questions will find themselves answered as two forces of carnal nature clash once again.
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“Well, would you look at that. Looks like the crowd’s got it against you, huh?”
A bespectacled brunette, sakarya escort sporting a bob and unflattering tracksuit, pointed at the gigantic screen overlooking the ring. Her partner, a tanned, well-built young man wearing a pair of simple black shorts, looked to the screen.
THE FAVORITE TO WIN – INAZUMA
“Can’t blame them.” The fighter sighed, stretching out his arms. “Doesn’t really matter though. I’ll give it my best out there all the same.”
The western champion, the undefeated male fighter Hellfire, looked over to the opposite corner as he stretched.
A beautiful woman, dressed in a tight, dark indigo sports bra and similarly colored string panties, stood opposite to the western champ. A fighter with silky ebon hair that reached just below her shoulders, and beautiful, toned, and unblemished skin, Inazuma (AKA: Lady Lightning) reclined against the blue turnbuckle, her eyes on the screen as it flashed her name.
It had been a while since Hellfire had seen his opponent in person. He had watched her matches of course, to ready himself for this, but the her on the screen and the her in the ring just couldn’t compete. He felt as if Inazuma’s ample assets were much larger than he had previously remembered, and her face still had that ruthless domineering look to it.
Hellfire had prepared himself for this, countless time spent training and studying for this match, yet in spite of it all he felt his palms sweat. The tension was rising in him as the thought of redeeming himself to his opponent rose as well.
The eastern champion’s second, a young man dressed similarly to Hellfire’s second, tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. Inazuma’s gaze flickered to her aide, then to Hellfire as her second pointed him out.
The champion’s eyes met for the first time that night. Neither of them made a move as their gazes bore into each other.
Inazuma’s gaze was cool and uninterested, her face unmoving as she regarded her challenger. The glint in her eyes made it clear that the object of her gaze meant nothing to her.
Hellfire, his own eyes blazing with fighting spirit, dimmed a little as he realized that his enemy wasn’t taking him seriously at all.
Even across the ring Hellfire could hear the dismissal in her body as she turned away from him without a care.
“…fire? Hellfire?” His trainer tried to get the champion’s attention. With a chuckle, his assistant wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him to her. “Hey, Cade!”
Startled, Cade almost jumped as he felt himself pulled into his corner.
“W-What? What’s up, Ellie?”
“Don’t work yourself up so much! You of all people should know that you’re better than you were last time!” Ellie patted at the bundle of nerves that was his shoulder. “You’re gonna kill it out there, I just know it!”
Feeling her consoling touch, Cade realized his body was tensing up to an almost uncomfortable degree. Closing his eyes,Hellfire took a deep breath, his body relaxing as he let it out.
“Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Ellie.”
“No prob, champ!” His enthusiastic trainer released him, although the champion still relaxed against his corner. A moment of silence passed between the two as they waited for the match to start.
On the opposite side of the ring, the eastern champion faced her corner, nodding subtly as her second gave her advice. Her face gave no hint of anxiety, or even anticipation as her aide ran through their gameplan. Despite all this, her second reached out to pat her shoulder.
“What’s wrong? I’ve never seen you this tense before.”
It was something subtle, something only her trainer would catch, but Inazuma was showing signs of stress. Her eyes shut as she took a breath in. She wouldn’t let her opponent see her like this.
“…It’s nothing. I’m fine, thank you.”
A sigh of relief ran through her trainer’s body as Inazuma’s tension deflated in no time at all.
“Good. As long as you fight like you always do, you can’t lose.” Her trainer handed Inazuma some simple black hair ties.
“Right. Thank you, Shiro.” Tying her hair up in a sharp ponytail, the eastern champion was ready to fight.
Almost on cue, a beep sounded throughout the arena, as a gigantic number 5 flashed across the screen.
Taking that as a signal, Hellfire pushed himself off of the turnbuckle, his eyes locked on his opponent now.
4
Inazuma turned to her opponent, their eyes locked in a duel already.
3
Inazuma’s second jumped down from the ring, making his way to the commentator table.
2
“Go get ‘er!” Ellie jumped away from the ring as well. Hellfire barely heard her amongst the crowd.
1
The champions took low stances, their fists and feet ready to fly.
FIGHT!
The long awaited grudge match had begun.
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The fighters stood still in their corners, not making a move to circle the other. Tense, and low in combat stances, the samsun escort two scoped each other out.
Their eyes had kept their gazes from before; Hellfire was blazing with a desire for revenge, while Inazuma knew she was above it all.
When one took a step forward the other did too. Slowly, over this first minute, the two closed the gap until they were barely out of the other’s reach.
Looking to goad her, Cade gave her a come hither motion, an act that bought an ‘ooh’ from the crowd.
An even bigger ooh went out as his opponent didn’t even move a single step. Her eyes bore into his, and in those beautiful blue eyes a message was relayed to her opponent.
You are the challenger. I am the queen. You will come to me.
Cade had barely ever heard her speak, but in his head he could hear her say that with a dignity in her voice.
The Hellfire ran through his options, before a controversial ‘ooh’ interrupted his thoughts. Neither of them had made a move. What was…?
Over the speakers, Cade could hear a familiar voice
His voice. His voice at a very vulnerable moment.
He didn’t have to look at the screen to know what was being broadcast to the crowd.
Come on, guys! Cade thought, his mind screaming in frustration. You couldn’t play this before the match?!
A particular moan alerted him to the exact time the replay was at.
It was just a half minute before he came for the last time into Inazuma in the exhibition match. He was pinned below her, more by pleasure than by force, as she slammed her powerful hips down onto him mercilessly. He remembered the feeling as he was force milked dry in front of the entire world, the feel of shame and absolute pleasure she brought down on him.
What he remembered most however, was her smile. Inazuma’s smile as she forced him to cum for her. The memory stung more and more as the both of them went further into their careers, as Cade realized that she never smiled during a match.
It was only for him. This smile that said: Is that all?
Before that point, in the training camps, Cade thought he was untouchable. That any woman would just buckle before him and his sexual prowess. But he was bowed down on an international stage in record time, with nothing to show for it.
It was a bittersweet thought to him that such a loss was what made him the fighter that crushed every female fighter in his league. When before he thought that every victory was a given, now he put his all into every upcoming match. Cade gave every woman who had ever been in the ring with him at that point his all, and he made sure to give it to them with the utmost respect.
His thoughts were interrupted as a chuckle sounded. Not just through the stadium, but in the ring as well. His opponent had dropped her stance, her hands at her hips as she saw herself dominating on the screen.
Anger, annoyance, betrayal, and most of all fear, flashed through Cade in one hot streak. His teeth ground into each other as acts of revenge flew through his mind.
“Tsk.” Cade clicked his tongue, as he realized what he wanted to do.
Cade could most certainly sneak in a hit here. He was fast enough, and her guard was down.
But something in him, his fool pride as a fighter perhaps, stopped him from taking the cheap shot.
Approaching his opponent, her eyes still glued on the screen, Cade raised a hand to her head. The other champion noticed, for certain she noticed, as her eyes fell on his.
There was no worry in Inazuma’s face. In fact she seemed smug, and full of herself. The look she gave Cade relayed another message.
Try something. I dare you.
Another flash of anger swept through the challenger’s body, but he kept it in control. With a calm that belied the fire raging inside him, he braced a finger against his thumb.
And flicked the unbeaten champion smack dab in the middle of her forehead.
The crowd went into an awed silence as the flick actually caused Inazuma to stagger.
It wasn’t as painful as anything she had been hit with before, but it took her by surprise and it took her hard. She couldn’t help but wince as she massaged the burning spot on her forehead.
Cade thanked Ellie silently for teaching him something as mundane as making a flick actually hurt.
Cade’s arm lowered, and against all odds, with one simple move, he seemed to have completely overthrown Inazuma’s cocky attitude.
“If you want to try that again,” Cade said, his voice low and dangerous with ire. “I’m right here.”
Hellfire felt his mission was accomplished as Inazuma’s gaze filled with anger. With a click of her tongue his enemy resumed her stance. Cade resumed his stance as well.
In a blur of movement, Cade found a fist almost planted into his face as his foe exploded forward. Hellfire’s quick reflexes caught the attack squarely on his forearm, and though his arm singed with the urfa escort attack, he most definitely preferred it to getting slugged.
There was no time to think of his counter attack as Inazuma swung a toned and muscled leg at his ribs. Catching it with his other forearm, the western champ found himself on the defensive as Inazuma thundered blow after blow onto him.
Waiting for a chance to get a punch in edgewise, Cade found himself brought to a knee as his enemy expertly feinted another kick to his torso, swiveling her leg down to catch his unprotected knee. Grunting in pain, Cade failed to deflect the leg that was thrust right into his head, his face catching all of the foot that exploded into it.
With a yell of agony, Cade fell onto his back, and in an instant he found Inazuma straddling his stomach, mounting him in one smooth motion. His arms burned after enduring her onslaught, he couldn’t bring them to his face to guard.
His extremities and face were aflame, not with pain, but with a pleasant tingling sensation, as the aphrodisiac the champions had taken beforehand converted the hurt into pleasure. The tingles made their way down, all the way down to his crotch, and there was nothing he could do as he found himself standing at attention as his enemy loomed over him.
When his opponent raised her fist, all Cade could do was brace himself for the impact. Anticipating another bullet aimed at his face, the western champion was taken by surprise when he felt a hand grab him by the back of his head and pull him up.
Right up into Inazuma’s chest.
Realizing too late what his opponent would do, he was caught mid breath as Inazuma smothered him with her dangerously soft breasts. A wave of panic ran through Cade as he remembered that she had finished several opponents just like this.
Futilely, Cade struggled, his hands trying to find whatever purchase they could on his enemy and pushing against her with what little might he could muster from his position. But Inazuma kept an iron grip on him, pushing him even further into her. Breathing hard from her earlier exertions only made her chest pressure her enemy even further.
The pleasure born from pain was compounded by Cade’s rising need for air. In any other circumstance being cradled in Inazuma’s lush bosom would have been heaven. But here, on this ring, it was Cade’s soft and personal version of hell.
The panic rose to a boil as Cade felt a hand expertly free his dick from his shorts. Taking a gasp of surprise proved useless, as the combination of his enemy’s sports bra and ample cleavage blocked any air he would have wanted.
When the western champion felt a soft and tender hand wrap itself around him, all he could do was moan into his rival’s chest. A sound, a chuckle or a giggle, traveled from Inazuma’s breast into Cade’s body.
Cade had stopped fighting back, the world was in danger of fading away into dreams of incredible tits, as his opponent slowly caressed his dick with tender loving care. In a moment of cruel mercy, Inazuma finally released her opponent from her gentle hell, lifting him up before letting him go.
Cade could do nothing but flop onto his back, his lungs pleading for air, and his mouth desperately trying to fulfill that plea. He knew that Inazuma wouldn’t knock him out like that, it was a disqualification for her if she had knocked him out with any other method but sex.
But Cade desperately pleaded with his self control as his enemy began to stroke him just a tiny bit faster. This was a strategy of hers, to smother her enemies, render them helpless and begging for air, and using the aphrodisiacs ability to turn pain to pleasure to make her opponent explode at her mercy.
All Cade could do was persevere as Inazuma began to prime him for one of the greatest orgasms of his life. Her hand was skilled, the awkward angle of reaching behind her proving to be of no consequence as she expertly stroked his shaft closer and closer to a breaking point.
Faintly, through tear blurred eyes, Cade made eye contact with his overwhelming foe.
That smile. That damnable smile was on her again. Cade could do nothing but hate himself for not wiping it off.
The pleasure blooming from deep within Cade didn’t help one bit, as they moved down slowly into his cock. When the pleasure hit, it hit Cade hard, making him moan and twitch under her.
Inazuma’s smile widened by a miniscule fraction. Just enough that the moment could only be shared between the two fighters. Slowly, tantalizingly, Cade saw her place her other hand behind her, and in a moment the western champ felt a warm hand cradling his balls affectionately.
Unable to control himself, Cade let out a whimper of satisfaction. He felt Inazuma laugh quietly on top him, her body lifting a little before settling on his abs again. Anger and humiliation flooded his very core.
Goddamn you! I’m not done yet!
Spurring himself forward for even the smallest chance of a counter offensive, Cade reached for Inazuma, his targets being those voluptuous breasts of hers.
His opponent didn’t lift a finger to stop him, her hands, now slick with Cade’s precum, working tirelessly on his cock and balls. The look in her eyes turned smug.
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