Gunnhild tightened the gauze around her hands and taped it into place. “You ready for this, Li Fen?”
“Always,” the other woman said.
Ever since the two of them had met at the gym a few months ago, they’d been sparring together regularly. They’d even started a tally to keep track of who won every week. Right now, they were solidly tied.
“Hope you’re ready to start a losing streak, Li Fen.”
The sorceress laughed as she took her stance. “That’s what you said last week, right before I kicked your ass.”
“You got a lucky shot,” Gunnhild said, raising her own fists. “You aren’t gonna be that lucky this time.”
They both started to pace around the room, slowly circling each other. As soon as they were close enough, Li Fen gave a quick jab. Gunnhild raised her guard and blocked it easily.
“Sloppy,” the berserker tutted.
Li Fen tried to hit her again. “Oh yeah? I wouldn’t talk cocky if I was the one that got pinned last time.”
Gunnhild laughed and gave a punch of her own. “And yet I seem to recall you doing just that when you lost three weeks in a row.”
The sorceress’ brows furrowed and she darted forwards. Gunnhild did more than just block her this time - she caught her fist in her hand and sent her toppling to the ground. A sharp ankle swipe from Li Fen had the berserker doing the same. She tripped and fell straight onto her sparring partner, their legs getting tangled up as they both made impact with the practice mat. Li Fen hit the floor first and Gunnhild quickly followed. She reached out her hands to try to soften her fall and pressed right into Li Fen’s front, enveloping the smaller woman with her body.
“Ah, fuck,” Gunnhild grunted, trying to push herself back up. “Are you all right?”
The only noise she got in response was a soft moan. Her hand was squeezed tightly around Li Fen’s breast, pressing down on it a little harder every time she moved. The sorceress’ cheeks had darkened and her eyes were wide, staring up at her as she tried to move. Gunnhild’s face went bright red too.
“S-Sorry!” she cried out in her panic, attempting to get up once more. Her knee shifted and pushed up between Li Fen’s legs, pressing against the seat of her leggings. The fabric was so thin that she could feel the sorceress’ folds parting under her. Her free hand slipped and she dropped lower still, only managing to stop when her face was inches from Li Fen’s.
It was the pinned sorceress that made the first move. She lifted her head just enough to press her lips to Gunnhild’s own. It was all the encouragement the berserker needed. She pushed down, deepening the kiss and working her tongue into Li Fen’s mouth. Her hand shifted in between them as it moved to grip the bottom of the sorceress’ sports bra and yank it up, freeing both of her breasts so she could touch them properly. They were far bigger than they’d ever seemed during any of their sparring matches. Her fingers sank straight into them, enveloped in the cushioned warmth as she pressed up against her nipple, drawing another sweet moan from Li Fen’s throat. It only made her want to play with her more.
Gunnhild squirmed and her leg moved with her. Her knee pushed even further into the gap between Li Fen’s thighs, making her part them a little more. The rolling movement pressed her into her clit and she rubbed up against it as hard as she could, enjoying the noises Li Fen let out in response. The sorceress was starting to wrap around her, desperately trying to pull her further in and whimpering whenever she succeeded.
Gunnhild was quick to comply. She gripped the top of the sorceress’ leggings and wrenched them down with both hands, finally removing her knee so she could tug them off entirely. Her palms pushed hard on her inner thighs and spread them as far as they could go. Li Fen’s pussy was red and pulsing. She could see how wet it was, yearning to be touched properly. To think that the usually tough fighter could be rendered so needy by a grinding knee alone. The smirk on Gunnhild’s lips grew. She’d have to remember this for later.
The berserker lowered her head and pushed down between Li Fen’s legs, her outstretched tongue pressing up against her dripping flesh and tasting her. Barely a touch and the sorceress was moaning. Her next lick came harder, pushing into her folds and then up towards her clit, swirling around it and driving her crazy. Her hips bucked and she squirmed, her violent movements only stilling when Gunnhild reached out to grip each of her wrists and pull on them hard, holding them in place. Over and over she lapped at her before plunging in and sucking on her clit. It was more than Li-Fen could stand. She came hard, letting out a squealing moan between her frantic pants.
When Gunnhild finally lifted her head, the remnants of Li-Fen’s juices still coated her lips. If the sorceress hadn’t been so lost in her pleasure, the sight of it would surely have deepened the tomato red tone of her cheeks. “I think I won that one,” the berserker said with a chuckle.
