Refresher Course

One would think that, with a wife like Bubbles, Mariah would be used to being amazonhandled, but nope - the experience was still enough to leave her flailing, no matter how many times she was hoisted up off the floor and carried across the threshold. Haruka was pretty good at it, too, hefting her on those boulder shoulders and marching forward like a conquering heroine.

It made a fun little sight for Bubbles to enjoy, at any rate, and she found herself struggling to keep the giggles in check. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen this done, but it was definitely the first time she’d been able to appreciate the view quite like this.

Mariah’s requests to be let down were, unsurprisingly, ignored, as the pinkette paraded her about like a conquering cavewoman. Instead of freedom, she was given harsh slaps on the ass, blistering blows to her skin, each one getting a full squeal out of her and making her jump in her captor’s gasp. She might have kept bouncing like that, too, if not for the way Haruka broke into it with those squeezing, pleasing hands of hers, needing at her flesh and making her relax in the hold, biting her lips as the pleasure washed over pain.

Bubbles, meanwhile, couldn’t have been more pleased. She stood up and leaned forward, moving around to get the best view of all the action. ”Not bad, not bad.” She nodded, approving. ”But try the left buttcheek. It’s a little squishier than the right, feels great in your fingers.”

Keeping Mariah on her shoulders was pretty much the most straightforward part for Haruka. With how much she had to pull, lift and push in the gym, it’s no surprise that she could handle someone like the blonde on her shoulders. Haruka would carry Sakura around whenever they get to their own lovemaking; such a strong figure is what the Hentai Champion liked. Always needed someone to sweep you off your feet.

Given that she had Bubbles, Haruka would have assumed Mariah would be used to it. And yet, here she was flailing about on that boulder shoulder. It made Haruka giggle, seeing Bubble standing there enjoying the whole thing. Perhaps she like that the most? Hard to tell, considering how kinky she was.

Mariah’s requests to be let down would fall on deaf ears as the pinkette kept her hoisted up. It wasn’t as if she was going to slam her to the ground. Haruka wasn’t going to be rough. Well, not harsher than the spanking that is unfolding. Even with her jumping from the slaps, Haruka kept her steady. Mariah seemed to like her tush a lot, and with the way she was squealing, she seemed to enjoy the treatment. That’s not to say she was only getting spanks. Her fingers began to knead on that blistering flesh, giving a deep massage as if to make it all better. "Mmmm...do you like that, Mariah? Making your cute butt feel aaaaallllll better."

Bubbles was enjoying this also, and once again, gave another pointer for Haruka. “Ooooh, oh, really?” Haruka grinned. It’s not surprising that Bubbles would know all about Mariah’s body, probably having a lot of time exploring and seeing what works. Having some cheat codes certainly makes things easier for Haruka, though she didn’t mind figuring it out herself. That body of hers was too good to venture around and enjoy. The pinkette bounced her eyebrows in acknowledgement before leaning in and giving that left buttcheek a kiss. Then her other hand would begin to massage the other cheek, digging into that flesh. Testing both of them to see if it rings true. Haruka wasn’t mindlessly squeezing for the sake of it; it’s the same way most therapists massage the deep tissue, getting the gluteus muscles also. So it still had benefits. “Mmmm, you’re right…definitely squishy…feels so good…”

As a fellow She-Hulk, Bubbles definitely had to admire Haruka’s technique. It wasn’t every woman that could pull off the Cavewoman act - it was far more difficult than most would’ve guessed at a glance. You had to have the right kind of balance for it. Had to position your legs a certain way. If you’re passenger was being rowdy - like Mariah currently was - it was a matter of anticipating their moves and always being in a proper alignment.

Quite a talent to have. The music Haruka and Lucky must’ve made in the bedroom...oh, it gave Bubbles chills. Straight up, legit chills.

Maybe they could trade tapes?

With all the debauchery going through her head, it was a little difficult for her to focus, but she snapped back to reality soon enough, dragged there by her wife’s shrieks, which were rapidly devolving into moans. A good ass massage was a quick way to pacify her, a fact Bubbles had learned back when they were first dating, and it was coming back to haunt her once again. She was still twitching, still squirming, still fighting, but it was getting weaker by the second.

After a little while, she turned into little more than a human towel draped over Haruka’s shoulders, hanging there, nice and limp with more than a little drool trickling out of her lips. Satisfied, satiated, she could muster the bare minimum when it came to effort, totally taken away by Haruka’s expert technique. She brought her head over and placed a few kisses on the pinkette’s hips, but that was about all the action she could summon up at the moment.

Haruka was glad that her earlier hypothesis was right about Mariah. With the added assistance of Bubbles, the pinkette’s hands would massage into the deep tissue and muscle of the buttcheeks. A much easier move to pull off and one that netted the most results, mostly because she didn’t have to deal with Mariah squirming about. It was simply fascinating just how docile the blonde has gotten after a good butt massage. As the moments have gone by, Mariah would be pacified, her struggling would cease, simply becoming a dead weight on Haruka’s boulder shoulders. She looked cute like that, almost like a peaceful baby.

“Mmmm…I take it she loves this~.” Haruka purred as her fingers dug deeper into the flesh. Not so much delivering a piercing pain, but getting to work out any kinks and knots remaining. It was better that Haruka’s fingers were doing all the work, and every second passed with her releasing those knots. Mariah’s head came round to plant a kiss on Haruka's hips, making the pinkette giggle and shake her tush. “Ooooh, you really love this then~.”


The pink behemoth would run her hands down all over those legs, letting them roam all around the lower limbs. Letting those lips be planted all over the softened buttocks. “I’m here all day for you~.”

Her fingers would roam upwards back to the buttocks before they would slip between then, edging closer to her pussy lips. She started with the same massage, letting those fingertips deftly grace upon Mariah's folds. Even with the fabric giving cover, Haruka went slow, easing the manager up to a frenzy. Slowly, carefully, meticulously.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…” Haruka reassured, rubbing her cheek onto Mariah's own, snuggling up on the squigy left buttock. All the while continuing her work on the fabric-covered crotch, letting a single stroke deftly touching upon those lips, giving a teasing rub.

It probably wasn’t helping matters - or maybe it was, in a sense - but Mariah had been working on lower body a good deal later, really trying to get in good with her glutes and improve her definition there. She was making good progress - or so she liked to think, anyway. But it meant she always had a little soreness there, which made her all too easy prey for soft, massaging fingers like this. As much as she loved Bubbles, she wasn’t the woman you came to when you needed a gentle touch. Haruka, however…

Well, Mariah had to say, she was thinking about seeking the woman’s services outside of the ring. Those fingers on her flesh were heavenly. She supposed she should’ve expected it from a hentai champion’s girlfriend, but still. Wow.

She laid across Haruka’s shoulder, arms swaying from side to side with every step the pinkette took, eyes glazed over in heavenly bliss. By the time she managed to get some semblance of sense back into her head, it was too late - Haruka was working on her sex now, stimulating her with tempting figures, speeding her along the path to a climax.

”You could hurt her a little bit…” Bubbles leaned over to throw a quick whisper in Haruka’s ear, just her way of getting into the action. She was able to hold back for now, and leaned back against the nearest ropes so she could give herself a few strokes between the legs. Just something to keep her going, pass the time, stay hot.

Mariah was too hot for coherent speech at the moment, only giving out low, long moans as she was worked over reveling in the ecstasy of it all. She was close to bursting, her body showing all the telltale signs - tensing muscles, quickening heartbeat, her body becoming slick with perspiration.

Sakura had been commenting a lot of times that Haruka should seek a massage therapist profession. With all the stresses from holding the hentai championship, interviews, photoshoots, talk shows, signings and the like, Lucky needed time to decompress and relax. As more matches began to veer more on the rougher side of things, it is required to reduce soreness. In Mariah’s case, Haruka could feel all the tightness and knots as her fingers pressed onto the muscle, how wound up they still are. Of course, she’s not an actual competitor (at least not yet), so it’s to be expected that her body would need the extra time and care after workouts.

It’s perhaps no surprise that the same fingers that knew how to coax pleasure out of a woman can be great at massaging those muscles and deep tissue. Even as she bulked up, the pinkette never lost that touch. How to be soft, how to be caring. It’s a weird juxtaposition for Haruka, which she might have to solve as her journey progresses.

But as it is right now, in this situation, it worked in tandem together. Haruka’s fingers stroked on that sex, hearing those moans as Mariah’s left hanging on that shoulder. Haruka giggled after hearing Bubbles whisper in her ear. Sure, she could hurt her a bit. But the question is should she do so.

As it is right now, it’s working like a treat, and Haruka needed an excuse to press her face onto that lovely buttocks. Feeling the dampness gathering on those shorts, Haruka would move on to the next step. Her fingers would slip into the shorts, finding their way inside and reaching those walls. A quick teasing rub on the clit and the walls before she’d bounce her eyebrows at Bubbles. Now the fun begins.

Haruka’s fingers would dig inside, past those walls as they began to work inside for the first time. With speed and haste, she was pumping in and out; the pinkette wasted no time getting to work and finding those sweet spots. The other hand’s fingers would work on the clit, rubbing it in circles, another layer to drive Mariah wild and accelerate the manager to the blissful climax.

This was too much to take. How could any woman endure this? Haruka was working on Mariah with this insane, measured pace, not only showing skill but remarkable self control, wholly focused on delivering pleasure. It was a beautiful thing, a rare kind of focus, and the results spoke for themselves, as the Californian blonde jerked and jolt at her touches. Speech came and went, with her muttering pleas for more only to have those same cries devolve into lewd, lustful moans, her thoughts turned into a nonsensical slurry. She hung there, helpless, fully aware that there was no stopping the incoming bliss.

Her technique worked, making Mariah tense up and gasped as her fingers slipped in and did their work. A deft touch. A strong touch. An effective touch. ”Oh, fuck, I’m...I’m-”

How the hell was Bubbles supposed to just watch this? She was only a woman. A large, incredibly horny woman.

She endured as best as she could. But as Mariah bucked and jerked and climaxed, her juices coming out in spurts, she felt her own dam breaking. She just had to have a piece of Haruka, and she had to have it now.

Bubbles came in from behind Haruka and slid her arms under the pinkette’s shoulders, letting her hands slip over her chest and roam downwards. A soft touch, a gentle caress, as she felt her body for the first time. She came in closer now, pressing her breasts up against her back and letting them mushroom there. Wrapping herself around the smaller woman. Engulfing her, like a living blanket.

”I want you so fucking much right now.” A little basic, yeah. Subtlety was one of the few things Bubbles was never big on.

Of course, Bubbles couldn’t resist. How could she? It was such a display that had the Virgin Killer desiring Haruka even more. Mariah was pretty much experiencing sheer pleasure from a titan. Which usually would bring a different experience entirely, as the blonde could attest. But it was such a rare showing that it simply overwhelmed Mariah. A totally new experience even. A horrifying thought that a woman like Haruka having more skill with her fingers has any right to be. And yet, here is Mariah, taking it all. The journey wasn’t even slow; it came hard and fast; pure bliss was about to hit her like getting t-boned from an 18-wheeler.

So add in all of this, Mariah finally reaching the end of her journey, and Bubbles could not restrain her any more. Haruka was benevolent in guiding Mariah through every single attack of the senses, giving her an other-worldly experience. The behemoth planned to ease Mariah down from that high, only for Bubbles to wrap herself around Haruka, pressing her larger body on her. It did catch Haruka slightly by surprise, but it was to be expected. Having a carrot dangled in front of her face enough, and eventually, she’ll give in to the cravings.

And with how all of this was going, Bubbles needed some attention. No, she craved it, desired it like no other. Not so eloquently put in words, Haruka would admit, but Bubbles was always the hammer. Blunt, straight to the point, leaving no ambiguity with what she wants.

But first, Haruka has to do something about the manager that is hung on her shoulder like a towel. With how powerful that orgasm was, Mariah needed time to gather her bearings. Haruka pitched her body forward, only her upper body whilst her booty would press on Bubble’s hips, being so careful as to not drop her so clumsily. With Mariah now laying there, left to enjoy floating in the sea of bliss, Haruka turned her attention to the Virgin Killer.

“Mmmm…someone’s hungry.” Haruka purred as she gave a kiss on the lips, turning her body around so that their fronts pressed on each other. A few inches short to fully dock their breasts on each other, but her own breasts would mush onto Bubbles, abs grinding on each other. She’d slowly crouch down slightly, leaving a trail of kisses down all over her body. Even the entire body needed to witness how good those kisses felt. Trailing down before she’d finally reach the crotch area, peppering a few kisses onto the mound as she looked upwards to Bubbles. Her arms roaming around behind, getting a quick feel of those glutes of hers, seeing if there were any soft parts like Mariah’s.

At least they were until those hands gripped on those cheeks and Haruka’s body thrusting upwards, lifting the blonde up from the floor in the apex of the powerbomb position. However, Bubbles wouldn’t drop down from the zenith as Haruka would keep her up so that she could begin to ravage that pussy.

Straight to the point with Bubbles. The pinkette figured that’s the way she rolled.

Mariah was...she was...was…

”Phew.”

On another planet? That was a good description of her current state of mind, and the best she could put together at the moment. It was hard to think right now, hard to focus, hard to anything but bask in the immeasurable bliss she’d just found herself in the middle of. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d had an orgasm, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she could probably count all the ones that had rocked her that hard on one hand. She wasn’t going to say Haruka had just given her the best orgasm of her life, that was a pedestal which required at least a week of rigorous study before she put anyone but Bubbles on it. But she was a strong contender for the crown. No getting around that.

But she was coming down off that high and starting to return to normal body functions, like gaining basic perception of the world around her. She was able to make sense of some things now, gain a better comprehension of her surroundings. Haruka wasn’t on her anymore, so what had she gone off to do.

Mariah blinked and looked up through her clearing vision. What she saw didn’t surprise her all that much, but it did bring a smile to her face. An amused smile, instead of the sensual one that had been there before. ”Yeah, I kind of figured.”

It was Bubbles turn now, the Virgin Killer’s patience stretched beyond any reasonable limit. ”Fucking starving.” She growled, lust and rumbling, as Haruka’s kisses peppered her body, getting closer and closer to her favorite body part. She stretched her arms high and gave the pinkette full access to her, curious what she would do with it. Needless to say, but she wasn’t disappointed.

Bubbles gasped - a loud, shocked noise that echoed through the rafters - as Haruka hoisted her up, lifting her by the shoulders and putting her in a position she’d only ever been on the giving end of. There were precious few sexual acts that could surprise her anymore, but this definitely rated as one of them - she was left speechless by the display of raw power, then by the display of raw passion, as her pussy was assaulted by a ravenous, raiding tongue. Panting, gasping, she reached down and wrapped her fingers in Haruka’s hair, gripping it tight and thrusting against her face as the younger woman went to work.

Considering how much Haruka was lifting before they would find themselves in the ring, it perhaps wasn’t a surprise that this was a possibility. Few women held this kind of lifting power to hoist a 200+ female on her shoulders, clean and pressing Bubbles up off her feet. With her size, there wasn’t a lot of women that could do that. Meaning that moments like these are a massive rarity.

That’s not to say it couldn’t happen. Haruka had more than enough to hoist the Virgin Killer up in the air, her feet planted, legs finding stability and setting the foundations to keep up this gargantuan task. It’s incredible to think that ravaging Bubble’s pussy wasn’t the most challenging task to do. The short-haired blonde was hungry for some action and bringing her to the same moment of bliss as easy as breathing for the pinkette.

No, the real challenge is keeping her up there. With Mariah, it wasn’t so hard to hoist the manager over her shoulders and keep her there for a long time. It’s a testament to how she could cavewoman Mariah like that. Bubbles had an extra 100lbs to her frame at best, and Haruka wasn’t so sure if she could promise the same kind of balance and control for a sex-hungry behemoth. Especially if Bubbles was to move and buck a lot during the process. Had that been a match, Bubbles could have done something about it so long as she wasn’t kept stunned by such a display.

Luckily, Bubbles was a bit more cooperative, if only because she wished to reach that high and make this orgasm spectacular as the sheer display of raw power. And Haruka would be remiss if the climax was proven to be so lacklustre.

So she doubled her efforts, her face being pulled deeper into the crotch as her lips and tongue invaded with an oppressive assault. Once she did find those points that drove Bubbles crazy, she would relentlessly target those points, the mouth of Haruka besieging the Virgin Killer’s crotch. Her muscles expanded underneath the soft skin, showing the kind of power it takes to make Olympic weightlifters weep. It indeed was a sight to behold, the kind that would be someone to create a marble sculpture. This kind of thing Haruka needed to do first. With how ravenous Bubbles is, it would be challenging to do later on.

Best to do so now while she still can.