Katsuni vs. Savannah Bond in a Be my Valentine, Sexual Submission Bedroom Sexfight
Savannah sits on the end of the large bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. She watches Katsuni enter the room, her movements deliberate. The Australian’s lips curve into a confident smirk, her eyes appraising the Asian beauty from head to toe.
“Come here, little kitten,” Savannah purrs, patting the space beside her on the silk sheets. Her fingers trace patterns on the smooth fabric as Katsuni approaches slowly, her dark eyes locked on Savannah’s.
Katsuni reaches the bed and doesn’t sit, instead positioning herself between Savannah’s parted legs. She leans forward, her hands pressed flat on the mattress on either side of the blonde’s hips, bringing their faces inches apart. The faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood follows her movement.
“I’m no one’s kitten,” Katsuni whispers, her breath warm against Savannah’s lips. “And this bed isn’t big enough for both of us unless one of us is underneath.”
Savannah’s smirk widens as she reaches up, her fingers tangling in Katsuni’s dark hair. “Is that a challenge?” she murmurs, pulling the Asian woman closer until their breasts press together through the thin fabric of their robes. “Because I accept.”
Katsuni responds with a deep, possessive kiss, her tongue claiming Savannah’s mouth with practiced expertise. As their tongues dance, both women press against each other, hands beginning to explore bodies already flushed with anticipation.
When they break apart, both breathing heavily, Savannah’s hands have slipped beneath Katsuni’s silk robe, caressing the smooth skin of her back. “You’re strong for someone so small,” she acknowledges, her thumbs tracing circles along Katsuni’s spine.
“And you’re softer than you look,” Katsuni replies, her own hands now cupping Savannah’s heavy breasts, thumbs brushing against already hardening nipples. “But I bet you’re not as strong as you think.”
With a sudden movement, Savannah twists, using her weight advantage to roll Katsuni onto her back. The Asian woman grunts as her shoulders hit the mattress, but her legs wrap around Savannah’s waist, trapping her in place.
“Nice try,” Katsuni gasps as Savannah shifts, trying to break free. “But I’ve got you right where I want you.”
Savannah laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through both their bodies. “Do you now?” With surprising strength, she lifts her upper body, pinning Katsuni’s wrists above her head with one hand while the other pulls away the Asian’s robe, exposing her perfect breasts to the cool air of the room.
“Much better,” Savannah murmurs, lowering her head to take one of Katsuni’s nipples into her mouth. The Asian woman arches her back at the contact, a soft moan escaping her lips despite her determination to maintain control.
Savannah’s free hand moves between Katsuni’s thighs, exploring the already wet heat she finds there. “Someone’s enjoying this,” she teases, her fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Katsuni’s response is to tighten her legs around Savannah’s waist, using the leverage to flip them once more. Now it’s Savannah on her back, looking up with wide eyes as Katsuni straddles her, the Asian’s robes hanging open to reveal her toned body.
“Turnabout’s fair play,” Katsuni says with a triumphant smile. She leans forward, capturing one of Savannah’s large, rosy nipples between her teeth, nibbling gently while her hands explore the blonde’s curves.
Savannah gasps, her hands moving to Katsuni’s hips, trying to regain control of their encounter. But Katsuni shifts, pressing her center against Savannah’s, creating a friction that makes both women moan.
“Bet there full of milky goodness,” Katsuni declares as she begins to rock against Savannah, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that builds pleasure in both of them. She looks down at Savannah’s heavy breasts as they sway with their movements.
“Lactating? That’s an interesting assumption,” Savannah manages to say despite the sensations coursing through her. She reaches up to cup her own breasts, thumbs brushing over the nipples. “What would you do if I told you it’s true?”
The question hangs between them as Katsuni continues her rhythmic movements. “I’d have to taste for myself,” she replies, leaning down to capture Savannah’s lips in a deep kiss while her hips continue their relentless motion.
Savannah breaks the kiss, her chest heaving as she pants. “Then don’t just talk about it,” she challenges, her blue eyes dark with desire. “Prove it.”
With a growl of pure need, Katsuni descends. She trails kisses down Savannah’s neck, across the collarbone, her path deliberate and unhurried. She nips at the soft skin of the blonde’s breast, leaving a faint pink mark that will fade by morning. Her hands come up to frame the heavy globe, her thumbs pressing in just beside the areola.
A single, pearlescent bead of liquid wells up at the peak of the nipple. Katsuni’s breath hitches. She looks up, meeting Savannah’s gaze, and the Australian’s smirk is gone, replaced by raw, open hunger.
“So it’s true,” Katsuni whispers, more to herself than to the woman beneath her. She lowers her head and her tongue darts out, catching the droplet. The taste is sweet, faintly warm, unlike anything she’s ever experienced. A shudder runs through her body.
The sensation of Katsuni’s tongue on her sensitive flesh draws a sharp gasp from Savannah. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her breast deeper into the Asian woman’s mouth. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, her hands tangling in Katsuni’s hair, holding her in place.
Katsuni doesn’t need further encouragement. She takes the nipple fully into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the peak, her lips creating a gentle suction. More of the sweet liquid flows, and she swallows eagerly, her moans vibrating against Savannah’s skin.
While her mouth works its magic, Katsuni’s right hand drifts down Savannah’s body. Her fingers trace the curve of the blonde’s hip, then slide into the damp heat between her thighs. She finds the sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to circle it with a feather-light touch, matching the rhythm of her sucking.
Savannah’s response is immediate. Her hips buck upward, seeking more pressure. “Katsuni,” she gasps, the name sounding foreign on her lips. “Harder.”
With a soft hum of satisfaction, Katsuni increases the pressure of both her fingers and her mouth. She can feel Savannah’s body tensing beneath her, the muscles in her thighs quivering. The sounds escaping the Australian’s lips become more desperate, more frequent.
“Close,” Savannah manages to say, her head thrashing against the pillows. “So close.”
Just as the word leaves her lips, Katsuni shifts her position slightly, pressing her own center against Savannah’s knee. The sudden contact sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she moans against the blonde’s breast. The vibrations, combined with the persistent stimulation of her nipple and clit, send Savannah over the edge.
With a cry that’s part pleasure, part surrender, Savannah’s orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping around Katsuni’s fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure wracks her frame, and for a moment, she’s completely lost to the sensation.
When she finally comes back to herself, Katsuni is lying beside her, one leg thrown possessively over her hip, her head resting on Savannah’s shoulder. The Asian woman’s fingers are still tracing lazy patterns on Savannah’s stomach.
“Time to finish you,” Katsuni murmurs, her voice soft but triumphant. She begins to kiss her way down Savannah’s body again, but this time, her destination is different. Her lips graze over the soft swell of Savannah’s stomach, then dip lower, into the sensitive hollows of her hips.
Savannah’s breath catches as Katsuni positions herself between her legs. The Asian woman’s dark hair falls across her thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. Then, Katsuni’s tongue is on her, tasting the evidence of her arousal, and Savannah’s body arches off the bed once more.
Katsuni is relentless. Her tongue explores every fold, every ridge, her movements confident and sure. She knows exactly where to linger, when to speed up, when to apply more pressure. Savannah’s hands clutch at the sheets, her knuckles white with the intensity of the sensations. She can feel herself climbing again, her body preparing for another release.
This one, when it comes, is even more intense than the first. Savannah’s vision whites out, her ears ringing with the force of it. She’s dimly aware of her own cries, of Katsuni’s name on her lips, of the way her body seems to shatter into a million pieces.
When she comes back to herself for the second time, Katsuni is straddling her chest, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. The Asian woman’s breasts are heaving, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Savannah can feel the heat radiating from Katsuni’s center, can smell the musky scent of her arousal.
Bond is spent. She tries to rally, to summon the strength to push the Asian woman off of her, to reclaim the dominant position she started in, but her body refuses to cooperate. Her limbs feel heavy, her muscles weak with the force of her orgasms.
“Looks like I win,” Katsuni says, her voice husky.
Savannah can only nod, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure. She watches as Katsuni shifts, moving up her body until her knees are on either side of Savannah’s head. The Asian woman’s center is directly above her face, glistening with her own arousal.
“Your turn to taste,” Katsuni says, her voice a low purr.
Savannah doesn’t hesitate. She reaches up, her hands cupping Katsuni’s ass, pulling her down. Her tongue darts out, tasting the other woman for the first time. The flavor is musky, slightly sweet, and entirely intoxicating. She licks and sucks, her movements growing more confident as she feels Katsuni’s body respond.
The Asian woman begins to rock against her face, her movements growing more frantic as her own pleasure builds. Savannah can feel her thighs trembling, can hear the soft gasps and moans falling from her lips. She redoubles her efforts, her tongue finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of Katsuni’s slit and focusing her attention there.
With a cry, Katsuni comes, her body convulsing above Savannah’s face. She braces herself against the headboard, her knuckles white as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. When she’s finished, she climbs off the unconcious blonde, her body still humming with pleasure.
She straddles her defeated prey, a triumphant smile on her face. Savannah lies beneath her, her chest heaving, her body spent. Her blonde hair is a tangled mess, her lips swollen from Katsuni’s kisses.
“I told you,” Katsuni says, her voice soft but triumphant. “This bed isn’t big enough for both of us unless one of us is underneath.”
Savannah doesn’t respond. She’s too exhausted to speak, too drained to move. She can only watch as Katsuni stands up, her movements fluid and graceful. The Asian woman stretches, her body a study in toned perfection.
She looks at a watching camera, “I hope you enjoyed the show,” she says, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Because I certainly did.”
With one last look at the defeated woman on the bed, Katsuni turns and walks out of the room, leaving Savannah to recover in the aftermath of their encounter. The Australian’s eyes flutter closed, a small smile playing on her lips despite her defeat.
She may have lost this battle, but she has no doubt there will be a rematch. And next time, she’ll be ready.
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Savannah stirs, the dull ache in her muscles a pleasant reminder of the previous night’s exertions. She’s alone in the bed, but the scent of jasmine and sandalwood still lingers in the air.
With a groan, she pushes herself into a sitting position, her hair a wild halo around her head. She runs a hand through the tangled locks, then swings her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet touch the cool wooden floor, and she stands up, stretching her arms above her head.
A piece of paper on the nightstand catches her eye. She picks it up, her fingers tracing the elegant characters written in black ink. It’s a note from Katsuni, a simple message written in both French and English.
“Until next time, ma chère. -K”
Savannah smiles, a genuine, unguarded expression. She folds the note and tucks it into the drawer of the nightstand, then heads for the shower.