A short lived one (Morrigan wins)

Tightening her fists, Tifa charged at the grinning succubus, her fists paving the way as the materia imbedded in her gloves glow with power. Unfortunately, much like her predecessor, the buxom fighter simply couldn’t reach the demon in time before her wings spread out wide to intercept her, the ebony limbs stretching out to form tentacles around the approaching woman.

Caught within the rapidly changing wingspan, Tifa found herself plenty busy enough fending off the approaching tentacles, her attention spread thin enough to allow Morrigan to close in behind the busty barmaid without her noticing.

By the time Tifa realized it, Morrigan had already wrapped her arms around her opponent’s waist, her lithe arms gliding seductively across the woman’s body as she purrs into her ear. “Mmm... you’re right... They ARE quite big...” Morrigan sighs lovingly as her hands tease the fighter’s tender titflesh for emphasis, her own ample bosom pressed hard against Tifa’s back.

Tifa gasps, the momentary distraction sufficient to lower the woman’s defenses enough to allow the succubus’s looming tendrils to close in on their prey. Taking hold, they strip her of her gauntlets before spreading her limbs wide before the demon. Morrigan could only smile. After her victory against the female ninja, the competition seem only a tad bit easy as she pulled herself closer against the barmaid, her arms slipping past the woman’s tank top and leather-mini to grace the sensitive skin below.

Tifa moaned. Blushing deep, she never saw herself as one succumbing so easily to an opponent, and yet there she was entwined within the demon’s arms, a **** to the woman’s touch. Trying her best to resist, her mind wandered as each tentative moment passed under the succubus’s experienced arms; each passing second sending her closer to an orgasmic bliss as her opponent’s hands slip her busty body from the confines of her clothing.

Having stripping her opponent of her clothing, Morrigan disperses her aides, deciding that such a wonderful specimen should deserve more attention before sending her costume away in a flurry of bats. Leaning in close, she presses her bare breasts against Tifa’s back, her purple lips locking enticingly against the barmaid’s neck as she whispers, “Tell me, Tifa... Do you like what I’m doing to you?” she asks as her fingers gently glide against the woman’s nether lips.

Tifa nod furiously in reply, her hips swaying lower against Morrigan’s fingers on their own accord, lust fueling every inch of her body.

“Mmm... Tell me then, what do you want me to do...?” the succubus teases, a seductive smile crossing her face before moving along the fighter’s silky skin to suckle upon her collar bone.