The Metal Will Live On

Needless to say, River Styx was a bit unused to the concept of being on the bottom, either during a fight or during sex. Most of the time, she could throw her superior weight around and get into any position she wanted to during the heat of the moment. Pushing her partner around, getting in close, taking position on top, forcing her where she wanted things to be. She could always dictate the pace.

Anne knew how to throw her weight around, too, and it was almost more impressive with her, since she had far less to work with. Styx had started to sit up when the girl pounced on her like some crazed jungle cat, taking down a large kill with enough meat to feed it for days.  Small hands grabbed her wrists and pushing them back down to floor, in a desperate attempt to hold her down.

Anne was trying to keep her pinned. Styx outweighed her by, at least, sixty pounds, and she was the one trying to hold her down. Ballsy. She liked that.

Styx jerked up and ran her tongue along the underside of Anne's neck, savoring the salty taste and breathing over it with a raspy chuckle. She let out a moan that was a mix between carnal and carnage, then started to push, trying to power her way back up through sheer force. It would not be easy - even with her size, Anne enjoyed the superior position and leverage, and she was psycho enough to make that work for her.

A chill of excitement ran up Anne's spine as the big girl fell back onto the cold, unforgiving concrete of the subway platform. She really hadn't expected that to work. Bright blue eyes stared down at River, filled with a manic light that always kindled inside of the little rocker in the heat of any fiery exchange. Well, it was time to press her advantage!

Lifting her hips from off of the older girl's prone form she tried to shift her legs higher up. What she really wanted was to kneel on her opponent's arms and put her through one of her brutal new finishing moves. Unfortunately, what ended up happening was that as soon as her center of mass lifted from the metalhead's body she was thoroughly distracted by a wandering tongue along her throat with elicited another shiver and a soft moan; in this moment of distraction she was forced back up. Struggling and grunting she resisted the shift in power as best she could, but without a solid base beneath her she was soon forced back upright, and worse her shifted hip posture found her squatting over River's lap with her knees up by her shoulders on the verge of tipping over backwards. "Awww, c'mon, things were just gettin' good!" She said through a playful groan of disappointment.

Anne tasted good. Anne tasted fucking delicious. Dried sweet with a tinge of some kind of drink that Styx couldn't quite place. It gave the little rocker a heady, salty yet saccharine flavor that she craved much, much more of. "Yeah," Styx started thrusting up, grinding against Anne's petite but pleasing ass while it sat in her lap. There was just way too much fabric between them. "And it's about to get much better."

Now that she was in a better position, Styx yanked one of her hands free of Anne's grip and plunged it under the dark folds of her shirt, venturing into unexplored and promising territory. She snaked her way up the soft skin, blazing a trail until she finally came across the small hill of a pert and perky breast. She massaged it. Kneaded it. Caressed it.

And then Styx squeezed it. Hard. Not hard enough to damage anything permanently, but enough to cause some real pain. It was just a hot flash, only a moment of agony, before she went right back to the raunchy, roving motions. "Mine."

Anne struggled to maintain her balance as she was tossed about on top of the wild River. It was by virtue of her grasp on the older girl's wrists alone that she was able to keep upright, and soon even that grasp was diminished. The rocker had wrenched one of her hands free and began working her way beneath the young punk's tee shirt. Soft grunts and gasps slipped passed Anne's lips from the combination of that gliding hand and the primal thrusting from beneath. She offered little resistance to that wandering hand, still focused on keeping upright, grasping onto River's shoulder with her now free hand. Those devious fingers under her shirt slipped beneath her bra, forcing one side of the garment up and out of the way as they took their groping hold and tearing a quiet moan from her shameless opponent.

Then came that squeeze. Lost in her crude reverie the sudden pain caught Anne completely off guard. With a groaning hiss she finally quit her grip on River's other wrist to try and pull that grasping hand away. As she did so the younger girl fell backwards flushed and panting, laying herself out along her opponent's long legs, her own spread with knees up to either side of the fiendish woman. In a decidedly vulnerable position all Anne could think to do was try to work one of her knees in to place a shin against River's chest and try to force them apart.

Oh, fuck, yes. This was good. This was almost too good.

Anne was way smaller than Styx's usual partners, but this was a case of an extremely fuckable thing coming in a small package. The flesh had a good definition to it, nice tone, and it felt divine against her rough palms and squeezing fingers. This was the sort of skin she could mold and shape with her hands, the kind she could press her lips too and lick on for days. She desperately wanted to. And, if the sounds Anne made were any indication, the feeling was mutual.

"Yeah, you like that." She growled with carnal lust as Anne hissed, trying hard to fight back the urge to scream as Styx gave the breast a harsh squeeze. "Don't worry - after I get some noise out of you, I won't stop. I'll do you, right here. Fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in a straight line for a week."

And she meant it, too. Before she had the chance to put that into action, though, Anne started to put up  resistance, pushing her back with her leg. It was an awkward move, but it did work...somewhat. It forced Styx to let go of her breast and encouraged her to start focusing on lower targets.

Styx moved her legs around and slid forward after Anne pushed her back a bit, reaching out and slipping that same, roving hand over the top of her cargo pants. She tried to slip a few fingers over the fabric covering Anne's sex, if there was any under there at all. Scratch at it. Pet it. Play with it, before the little rocker had a chance to escape. "Oil check." She chuckled, with a raw grin on her face.

Styx would have no difficulty getting her hand down into Anne's loose fitting pants, and would find there only a thin layer of lace between her fingers and the warm flesh below, already wet enough to feel through the frail panties. She wanted River in the worst way; the most feral and despicable way. She had, after all, made a point of asking if the rules of their little impromptu match were "tap or fap" for a damned good reason. Those trespassing fingers seemed to melt away some of Anne's fighting spirit exposing more of the young woman it otherwise concealed. Clutching at River's wrist with both hands she squeaked and wriggled like a worm on the hook. She didn't actually try to pull the hand out of her pants, just grabbed at it as if she were going to.

Anne was in the middle of a little internal conflict as she struggled not to reveal just how hot and bothered she was getting right now. Part of her brain was ready to accept that promised fucking, welcoming it; but the other part urged her to keep fighting, because only pussies and pillow queens just lay back and take it. Red faced she eventually resolved to shake her head resolutely from side to side as she lay on the concrete and mewl out a pitiful "Nooo.." like some little kawaii. The Mr. Hyde in her mind was disgusted with her Dr. Jekyll.

Styx had to close her mouth tight to keep herself from drooling right out of her mouth. Anne was melting before her very eyes, rapidly turning into a writhing, bubbly mess of sweat and heated moans. It was a sight well worth seeing.

Styx's arm met some pathetic resistance from Anne's hands, and that weak grip wasn't nearly enough to stop her. It couldn't even slow her down, really. Her fingers were still capable of sliding around over her panties, and a curious finger began to make its way underneath, exploring the forbidden territory and paving the way for his brothers to follow.

"Yes..." Styx grazed the tip of her finger over Anne's sex and traced her slit all the way down. Not quite entering, not just yet. But hinting at it. Getting closer. Taking just a little plunge in, as if she were testing the waters. Not quite.

To make matters worse - or better - Styx moved back up as Anne started to moaned, and tried to give her more reasons to do just that. She lifted the tiny rocker's shirt up with her spare hand and leaned forward. She opened her mouth, let the drool drip over Anne's stomach to mark her territory, then dove down and gave the girl a sharp bite along the abs, tugging on the flesh for a moment before letting go and breathing a raspy sigh. "So fucking good..." Her voice wasn't filled with passion or lust, though there were hints of both. No, it was mostly hunger. Growls and heated gasps, like a lioness devouring her fallen prey.

Inwardly Anne was mortified with herself. She was never this submissive, but she had been wanting this since she had met Styx in the mosh pit and her body was tired of waiting for it. Laying her head back with eyes closed she let out a series of long, low moans at the continued teasing of the skilled fingers through wet lace. She made no attempt to quiet herself now, not even when she heard a group of people enter the subway platform nearby, but still out of sight of their little alcove. A whimpering gasp ripped itself from her lips when the first fingertip probed at her throbbing petals.

All pretense of resistance fell away now and Anne just accepted her domination. Her whole body undulated as her white tee-shirt was pushed up to partially expose her red bra which now only covered one of her pert and perky breasts. She let out a shuddering sigh as the older girl's saliva dribbled onto her taut stomach before she was nibbled at like a fallen gazelle on the savannah. One trembling hand reached down to clutch at the back of River's head dumbly while her other raked back through her own multicolored locks. "Holy fuck... bitch, you are so goddamn hot." The words poured past her lips in a panting, breathless groan.

Styx had been skeptical about going down on such a smaller girl, typically preferring partners in her own weight class. But she had to admit, now that she was working one over - and such a fine, willing one, too - she was starting to see some of the benefits. Easy to move around and control, less awkward on her end, and Anne was tough enough and kinky enough to take whatever Styx could dish out. Maybe even a little more than that.

There was also the advantage of being able to access any part of Anne's body she wanted without having to stretch too far, and she immediately took advantage of that by crawling over her body, moving upwards while her hand stayed in place. Two fingers were teasing the quivering sexpot now, and they weren't just teasing anymore. They were dipping. Probing. Plunging.

Her face came back to Anne's and hovered above it for a moment, letting their lips graze along each other. Almost a kiss. Almost... "Sounds like we're not alone anymore." She moved her mouth and peppered  Anne's cheek with light kisses, all the way over to the ear. "I could take you out there. Let them all see. Make you scream and scream and scream in front of them..."

Styx bared her fangs and took Anne's ear into her mouth, where she started to sloppily gnaw away on it. "Would you like that?"

The two fingers invading Anne's soft, pink folds sent violent shivers up her spine and pulled a rhythmic symphony of gasps and lurid moans from the girl. For her part she was not used to the attentions of somebody with such a size advantage over her, in a fight or otherwise, and was getting lost in sensation of being so overwhelmed. Below heavy lidded eyes her gasping lips parted to accept River's kiss only to be denied prompting a frustrated, whimpering groan.

Soft giggles interspersed themselves amidst the sounds of carnal delight as those fiendish lips of the older girl assaulted her face. Like a dog at play she nipped and licked out hungrily at the face and neck hovering above her. Grasping hands wrapped themselves around the metalhead's form, raking her short nails down her playmate's back through her top. "Ooooh, yeah!" The words passed her lips like an airy sigh, "That's it, bitch, put me on display like the dirty slut I am." She made no attempt to keep her voice down as she almost begged for disgrace.

Not far away a group of Japanese revelers had gathered to wait for the metro, an assortment of high schoolers leaving a late movie and well dressed club-goers. At the first sounds of the debauchery taking place near by they had sought to ignore it, but as they continued shamelessly a few of the women could be heard to giggle and gossip in their native tongue. What sort of degenerates could this be?