Emma smirked as Agnes deflected her throws and pushed her back. This was quite fun and invigorating, much like the plans Emma had in store for Agnes later on. She liked the sparring that was going on and Agnes was proving to be an admirable opponent.

Emma toddled back suddenly as the kick narrowly missed her. Emma then had to bring her forearms up close to her face to try to deflect the elbows Agnes was giving her. The first elbow caught Emma's face across her jawline and cheek and deflected the second with her forearm. Emma slowly noticed the irony taste of blood washing through her mouth and then the sharp smack to her rear as Agnes came around from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder as she walked away from Emma obviously very proud of herself. Emma spat some of the blood out of her mouth onto the mat and then gave Agnes a mischievous look. Emma then told Agnes in a playfully stern voice, "Oh, you are so gonna get it later."

Emma then quickly closed the gap with a couple leaps and went for a few quick short blows to Agnes's body and face.

The smirk upon her lips was filled with such mischief and mirth that Agnes looked like a kid in a candy store. She wasn’t being coy in any sense of the word as she freely let her gaze sweep over the blonde. The elbow to the face had hurt, she knew that much judging by the looks of her, but the smack on her butt should have been enough of a balm. The playful smile on Emma’s lips was enough to show Agnes that there were no hard feelings. She wanted her to go all out and Agnes delivered.

Only when she was a few steps away from her did Agnes turn back around and face her fully. She carefully moved back into position, keeping a careful eye on the blonde. Clearly the insect queen had thrown down the challenge and Emma was seeking to meet it.

>>"Oh, you are so gonna get it later."

Blowing a suggestive kiss towards her, Agnes grinned as she slipped into position, waiting. ”Don’t make promises you don’t plan on following through with.”

With a wink, Agnes waited -- and she didn’t have to wait long. Emma soon closed the gap, throwing her own flurry of attacks at the insect queen. Agnes was prepared, blocking and side-stepping what she could but at least one firm blow did land on her stomach, causing her to double over and opening her up for another attack. Emma was strong enough in her own right but rather than be discouraged, the brunette only smiled. This was exhilarating.

When another blow came her way, Agnes acted quick, moving with such ferocity that she caught Emma off guard, knocking her down on the ground. Agnes then proceeded to plant her knee firmly against the pretty blonde’s chest, staring down at her with a grin. Agnes purred, keeping Emma pinned as she leaned down. ”Do you give in?”

Emma was suddenly knocked down to the ground as Agnes caught her off guard. Agnes's knee was quickly placed on Emma's chest and she was asking Emma if she was willing to give in. Emma smirked, biting her lip just a bit before she said, "I figured we were just getting started. But if you were wanting to move to a more private setting, then I guess I could oblige."

Emma then reached up to Agnes's butt, giving it a nice grab and squeeze before letting her nails claw down Agnes's thighs. Emma paused for a moment before using what strength she could to try and get out from underneath Agnes's knee.

She wasn't quite yet ready to call this sparring session quits, but she could obviously see that Agnes was very skilled. She would have to find some way to counteract Agnes's move set. She didn't know how to do that quite yet. She didn't know if she just needed to use sheer power or up her speed or agility. Maybe she would find an opening that would allow her to get one over on Agnes. Emma would just have really focus and watch how Agnes moved more carefully.

Agnes smirked as she looked down at her pinned prey. The woman was easy on the eyes and even better on the feel. She wanted to get out of here, she wanted to drag her back to her apartment and have her six ways from Sunday, but there was still the matter of this little competition to consider. Still, she could entertain the thoughts as she peered down smugly into the woman’s eyes. God she wanted to kiss those lips but she knew that doing so would be dangerous.

Then she felt the firm squeeze of her butt, followed by the tantalizing drag of the woman’s nails across her outer thighs. Agnes inadvertently purred at the sensation. She felt very, very good...

>> "I figured we were just getting started. But if you were wanting to move to a more private setting, then I guess I could oblige."

Agnes was seconds away from throwing caution to the wind (and Emma against the floor) when she felt the sudden and sharp movement. Emma wriggled out from under her, using all her strength to shun the seductress off so that she could scramble to her feet. Agnes cackled, sitting on the mat. Carefully she stood up, making sure to stretch in exactly the right places to accentuate her curves. Her eyes locked solidly onto Emma’s as she turned her neck to loosen it.

”Oooo, shouldn’t have gotten so touchy-feely, sweetie,” she grinned. Immediately she slipped into a fighting position. ”Now I’m going to be eager to end this game quick.” She hopped on her feet. She was ready for whatever Emma had to throw at her...

Emma smirked smugly at Agnes as she watched her get up. She loved hearing that cackle. Hearing Agnes cackle like she did meant Emma was doing her job well. Emma hopped around the ring a bit and retaliated Agnes's remark with, "Oh, you haven't seen touchy-feely yet, but I'm glad I've sparked some eagerness with you cuz I'm ready to make you scream in pleasure so loud. I hope your neighbors won't mind."

Emma bit her lip and grinned deviously as she suddenly took off towards Agnes. She came at her hard with punches and a combination of kicks and knees. She tried to also sweep Agnes's feet out from under her so she be on top for once.

The harder Agnes came at her with her moves, the hotter Emma began to feel. She was burning with desire. If she did mange to get on top of Agnes after the sweep, Emma knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself from kissing her. She would happily throw the rest of the sparring session out of the window if it meant she could finally have her mouth all over Agnes's body. Hell, they might not make it far from the ring, but Emma knew that's where it was gonna start.

Oh Agnes could feel the burn. This was no longer a game of possible outcomes, it was a war to be the last one standing. Enough teasing had commenced between the two of them. This was going to happen, both had been pushed to that edge, and all they needed was one more little nudge in the right direction. Agnes grinned at her smiling rival, knowing exactly where things would end; it was just a matter of finishing up this little matter. Too proud to give but too driven to simply walk away, Agnes only option was to barrel forward.

A biting, less-than-subtle line was shot forward, one which Emma rolled with just as easily.

>>"Oh, you haven't seen touchy-feely yet, but I'm glad I've sparked some eagerness with you cuz I'm ready to make you scream in pleasure so loud. I hope your neighbors won't mind."

Agnes just grinned and blew the blonde a kiss. ”Who gives a **** about them?”

Maybe the old Agnes would have been considerate of her neighbors, but now? She could honestly care less. She was certain that a few complaints had been issued against her already but it wasn’t as if she spared it more than a moment’s thought. Agnes was no longer meek and careful about the world; she was here to stomp on it’s throat and make it call her Goddess.

Emma closed the gap. A flurry of punches, knees, and kicks flew out at her. Agnes was fast on her feet though, moving deftly around all of them, even using the flare of her iridescent wings to pull herself backwards and away from the blonde’s reach. But as good as she could dodge, Agnes was just as aggressive. She lashed out, fierce elbows and knees driven in as soon as Emma pulled too close. At least a few blows landed, blows that were meant by a sharp gasp of breath. Agnes was too engrossed in her need to win that she didn’t notice the leg that kicked out until it swept the legs from underneath her.

Agnes fell with a tumble, flat on her back, chest heaving. As soon as Emma would pounce, probably to finish the job, Agnes immediately wrapped her legs around the blonde’s waist, squeezing into her hip bones with her firm thighs. Their face’s close, Agnes growled before she tightly curled her fingers through the woman’s blonde hair and harshly pressed her lips against hers.

Emma quickly pounced on Agnes as soon as she hit the mat from the successful leg sweep. Suddenly, Agnes had her legs wrapped around Emma's hips and her hands in Emma's hair as she firmly planted her lips against Emma's.

Emma was so startled by this that she gasped, but her body began to relax and she let the tension melt away. She breathed deep and heavy as she quickly deepened the kiss and let her tongue explore Agnes's mouth. Emma reached up and pulled Agnes's hair firmly before passionately kissing and nibbling down Agnes's neck.

Agnes tasted of salty sweat and her aroma was tantalizing to Emma. A sweet mix of sweat, musk, and arousal that made Emma tingle more the moment they began kissing. Agnes's hair was soft and silky in Emma's hands. Emma loved the way it felt around her fingers. Parts of her body began to grow very hot and heavily moistened. Emma was sure Agnes would notice so very quickly.

Emma broke the kiss for a moment and smirked at Agnes before saying, "So does this mean that I win? Or do I keep kissing you here in the ring until you surrender?" Emma gazed into Agnes's eyes and bit her lip as she then let her eyes wander down to Agnes's lips and then to her wonderful, heaving chest. Her thoughts were very dirty and her mouth began to water slightly. She looked back up to Agnes, hoping that she would give in. She began kissing Agnes again as her heart beat even harder.

Agnes just couldn’t help herself. Looking up to the blonde’s full, inviting lips, she leaned up and pushed her mouth against hers. The both of them had been dancing around this game long enough and she was more than willing to be able to make up for all that time. She had only met the woman but already it seemed that they had teased each other quite enough. It was time to stop playing games and just give in to the sensations that the both of them were feeling. They had already sweated, why not sweat for the right reasons?

The reaction was immediate. There was there was a startled glaze to Emma’s eyes but it was quickly overtaken by the same hunger that Agnes could feel swelling deep in her stomach. Her fingers curled around Emma’s hair and the blonde herself pushed back, her own fingers searching for purchase on Agnes’ supple body. Lips broke from hers and began to drag down her neck, an action that caused the brunette to reach down, gripping the other firmly and with passion.

It was quickly becoming apparent that these two women were not practicing any wrestling moves on the mat -- at least not any sanctioned by any wrestling federation except for the kind shown on late night cable TV. Any longer and they would be draw some rather unwanted attention.

A cat-calling whistle cut through the air, but Agnes didn’t bother to give it a response. She merely kept her sapphire-like eyes focused on Emma as she leaned up, locking her eyes upon her own again.

>>"So does this mean that I win? Or do I keep kissing you here in the ring until you surrender?"

Agnes smirked. Coyly she looked over the blonde before she shook her head. ”Nope...what it means is that we head back to my place…” Suddenly she gained some leverage, bucking underneath Emma but wrapping her leg around her in just the right way to twist and turn so Emma was now flat on her back. Agnes was quick to climb atop, lean down, and hotly whisper in her ear. ”...and we get on with Round Two.”

Another firm kiss and Agnes climbed off of Emma, fixing her clothing and running her fingers through her hair to shake it out. She gave Emma another teasing, but welcoming grin, and turned, swaying her perfect, heart-shaped rear just for her. She, bent and snatched up her gym bag before she straightened and made for the exit. Emma was follow. After all that, there was no way that she wouldn’t...

After the hot kiss, teasing grin and sway of her butt, and promise of an interesting Round 2 to come. Emma happily jumped up from the ring floor, grabbed her gym bag, and sauntered after Agnes quickly. She recalled hearing a cat call earlier while they were kissing, but Emma didn't care. To be honest, she would have given them more of a show than that given how much Agnes had turned her on, but Agnes got up and made way for her place.

Emma hoped that Agnes's place wasn't far. She had turned her on enough and all that pent up energy had to go somewhere. Better to go into fun for the both of them. Emma was glad that Agnes would be up for that kind of fun. Every now and then Emma needed to roll around in the hay with some one who could truly wear her out. And maybe, just maybe, Agnes would be the girl to do it today.

Emma asked Agnes as she quickly caught up to her, "I hope your place isn't far. Otherwise, I might have to press you up against a building or two for another taste before we get there." Emma reached over as they were walking and groped Agnes's butt firmly and teasingly.

Agnes was on fire. She could feel the passions as they swelled and quivered within her being. She wanted nothing more than to take the blonde home and rip every single inch of clothing off of her body. But if there was one thing that was as good as that kind of immediate satisfaction, it was the anticipation that led up to it. Emma was a beautiful woman and she deserved to be worshipped -- to a maddening point of desperation. And Agnes knew how to push the envelope of desperation.

Walking out of the gym, a teasing sway of her hips, she didn’t bother to look back. Emma would follow. With each step she pulled out a phone and hailed an Unter. By happenstance, one was just around the corner, finishing up another drop off. It was kismet. Just in time for her to slip her phone back into her bag, she felt a firm, teasing hand grope her seductively.

The whispering voice in her ear caused her to turn catching the naughty gleam in the eye of the blonde she teased to follow her all the way out here. Agnes bit her lip, smiling as she turned around the face her, standing dangerously close.

>> "I hope your place isn't far. Otherwise, I might have to press you up against a building or two for another taste before we get there."

Agnes purred as she leaned forward, her lips nudging Emma’s nose, followed by a dainty lick. ”Patience is a virtue…” she said, her fingers trailing across the woman’s smooth stomach and grazing across regions higher. ”...makes the sin all that much better.” She winked as a car pulled up to the curb alongside them. With only a glance she identified it as her rideshare and she pulled open the door. ”Shall we?” she smiled as she bent over, climbing into the car and awaited her passenger. It would be a long ride home -- and thank goodness.

Emma smiled and bit her lip as Agnes's fingers trailed her body. If sin was the volume knob on a guitar, Emma was beyond ready to get somewhere and turn it up to eleven. Emma was usually a patient person and could restrain herself, but Agnes knew all the right ways to tease. Trying to keep patience around Agnes was about equivalent to the attention span of a toddler--which isn't very long.

Emma gave Agnes's booty a nice smack as she bent over to climb into the Unter. She then climbed in herself, leaned in, and started kissing Agnes's neck. She could tease right back. After a few minutes, Emma leaned back against the seat and smiled over at Agnes. "That's the most fun I've had while sparring. I think I managed to learn a few things too. How about you, Agnes? Or are you waiting for the bedroom to see if you learn anthing new?", Emma said flirtily.

Emma occasionally would run her hands through Agnes's hair and give her kisses or reach over and claw her thigh seductively. She hadn't paid attention to how long time was passing by, but it felt entirely too long to Emma. At least with her being so turned on. The anticipation was killing her, but she could tell that Agnes would be worth it. There was no doubt that by the time they got done, both of them would be spent...at least for a few hours anyway

Agnes giggled at Emma’s playful advances. Climbing into the back of the rideshare, she purred a little at the playful smack and immediately fell into bliss at the sensation of the woman’s lips upon her neck. She felt utterly on fire at this point. The play fighting and the teasing were only continuing to build and the only thing she wanted in this world was to get back to her apartment and show the blonde exactly how limber she was.

In actuality they were giving the driver a pretty damn good show. Every once and while she would catch his glances into the backseat, spurring her on to smile and purse her lips in a teasing kiss in his direction. Of course the meek man was far too stunned and shy to do anything about it other than quietly squeak and turn his attention back to the road. That was fine, she’d rather focus her attention on the exploring blond who was practically straddling her lap.

However things settled enough for them to converse. There was no need to carry things too far in the back of this car and scare the poor driver into calling the police. The teasing grazes and sensual touches continued, though they were done to the background of an inquiry and admission about their time leading up into now. It seemed that Emma was having a very good time, for the sparring sessions, and wondered if Agnes had learned anything herself?

The blue-eyed succubus merely grinned. She wasn’t much for non-teasing small talk so when she noticed the expensive building outside the car door (her expensive building) she leaned over, pressing against Emma as she whispered hotly in her ear.

”Oh, I’ve got a few things to show you still.” She delivered a playful bite to Emma’s neck, reaching behind her and opening the car door. She then leaned back around and nudged Emma’s nose with hers. ”Go on,” she smiled, looking at the building past her. ”I’m in the penthouse.”

Emma giggled as she saw the cab driver struggle to keep his eyes on the road while she and Agnes were getting pretty hot in the back. Just when Emma thought that the ride wouldn't hurry up and end, it did and Agnes motioned over to a huge building. Opening the door and mentioning that she lived in the penthouse, Agnes then nudged Emma's nose sweetly. Emma smiled and eagerly climbed out of the cab. She began to quickly make her way to the building.

Emma grinned mischievously at Agnes and said, "If you live in the penthouse, then you surely have enough room to keep us busy for at least a week. Hope you stocked up on groceries cuz I'm not gonna wanna leave til you get tired of having me all over that penthouse." Emma stopped and pressed Agnes up against the building, kissing her hotly. She kissed and nibbled her neck, pressing her hips into Agnes and pulling her hair slightly.

Emma slowed and stopped long enough for them to get into the door. Emma didn't really pay attention to any of the decorum in the entrance or ground area of the building. She was looking for either the elevator or stairs. Quickly spotting both, Emma looked to Agnes to see which she would use and followed.

Emma's whole body was burning with desire. The closer they got to Agnes's door, Emma was more and more tempted to just start peeling Agnes's clothes off of her. If people were looking or staring at them, Emma didn't notice. She was soley trying to keep clothes on long enough for Agnes's penthouse door to close. After that point, all bets were off.

Someone was certainly an eager beaver (heh). As soon as they were out of the cab, Agnes felt herself being pinned against the exterior wall as hungry lips found hers. She didn’t shy away but rather melted into them, her arms circling the other woman’s body. A few catcalls and whistles were heard, but she ignored them for the most part. They weren’t allowed to this party.

By the time she finally managed to pry herself away from Emma, she lead her into the building. The inside was gorgeous, seemingly out of the price range for someone so young, unless she was a heiress or other rich girl. Still, she walked into this building as if she owned it, not shying away for a step as she strode across the lobby. The desk tried to flag her down, to offer up messages, but Agnes merely ignored them as her arm looped around Emma’s waist, steering towards the far wall where the elevators sat.

>>"If you live in the penthouse, then you surely have enough room to keep us busy for at least a week. Hope you stocked up on groceries cuz I'm not gonna wanna leave til you get tired of having me all over that penthouse."

Agnes purred. ”Oooooh, you make such pretty promises,” she grinned. ”We’ll see if you can back them up.”

With all the appearance of a succubus, Agnes pressed the elevator button. Thankfully it was already waiting for them and the doors slid open mere moments later. Taking Emma’s hand, she pulled her into the elevator and waited for the doors to close before she pressed her lips against hers. The pair of them rode up to the penthouse, hands exploring, lips bitten and plumped as their breathing grew more ragged. When they finally reached the top, it was just in time.

Agnes stepped out, leaving Emma behind to follow her at her own pace. The lobby was empty except for a pair of benches on either side of the only door. Agnes tapped a keycard to the door, stepped inside, and turned back around, with smile to Emma. Standing in her open door, she beckoned at her with a finger.

”Come,” she teased before she backed the rest of the way into her penthouse, waiting for Emma to follow. Oh the fun they would have.