Liú Yīn vs Blazing Phoenix - A taste of allurement

[Galahad]

Anne yelped in surprise when her kick did not impact against Yīn’s stomach, the deceleration on her leg’s movement hinting that Yīn had actually managed to block the kick. That was a pretty bad situation to be in, one of her legs trapped by her rival as Anne tried her best to maintain a precarious balance, not willing to ridicule herself by falling on her butt. From there Anne’s options weren’t that good looking: Yīn could sweep her leg and get the Phoenix down on her back to either press on or get steamy, a good thought given the match’s circumstances. Instead of that, Yīn decided to prove again how she was an unorthodox fighter by throwing Anne’s leg to one side. Following the motion, the Phoenix found herself standing with her back open for anything. That was the moment Yīn used to launch a powerful cross against Anne’s head. Feeling the sting of the punch, Anne was left in a state of disarray, grabbing the side of her head as she was clearly dazed from the impact to do anything. "Unngh..."

[Ichi]

     Yīn could feel the impact of knuckle against temple. The shock to her own body was minimal, with the relevant bones in her hand being perfectly aligned with her forearm

     When punching, one generally wants to hit with the knuckles on the index and middle fingers while having good wrist alignment. In other words, one wants the second and third metacarpal bones to be roughly in line with the forearm when punching. As an aside, punching with improper form/alignment can lead to a fracture known as a "boxer's fracture", which is a fracture in the fifth metacarpal.

. But Yīn could feel the momentum of her strike transfer to her opponent's head, like the impact of two balls in a Newton's cradle. The strike was solid—not abjectly destructive, but clearly enough to hurt.
     Yet, even though this was a match, Yīn felt slightly bad for punching Anne. The Chinese beauty was not exactly keeping track of how many times she landed, but she knew that she was essentially landing her shots at will. And she knew that her opponent had yet to land anything on her. It was clear to Yīn that she was in control of this match, and judging by her opponent's dazed staggering, it did not seem like the tides were going to turn. This was the perfect time to go in for the kill.
     Yīn lurched forward, her muscles screaming to unleash a vicious assault on her opponent, who at that point had her back turned to her in a daze. But try as she might, Yīn could not turn it up. This was not a kickboxing or MMA match—it was a hentai match, where the objective was orgasm rather than concussion or submission. And to turn it up on an opponent who was, thus far, outmatched by her seemed somewhat cruel.
     Well, it was not as if her opponent was in any position to fight back at that moment. Yīn capitalized on this pause to take a deep breath. Her muscles were already loose, and the breath only further relaxed her. But Yīn was far from being at ease. She knew that she had to put on a show, and that letting up on her opponent was almost antithetical to that. The Chinese beauty blinked several times, her stunning red eyes going wide in between blinks.
     Then, with a gentle exhale that contrasted with the swiftness of her movement, Yīn would quickly turn her back to her opponent, her head looking over her shoulder. But Yīn was not retreating. Instead, before anyone could realize that Yīn had turned her back, Yīn's heel would go shooting backwards towards the small of Anne's back—a spinning back kick. The kick would not be thrown with full power, however. Instead, Yīn would temper its speed so that the impact would be more like a push than a hammering blow. The Chinese beauty aimed to send her opponent flying away with the flashy kick and create some distance.

[Galahad]

From the very beginning of the match Anne had found herself on the receiving end of things. As it had been proven so far Yīn was a proficient martial artist, with the knowledge of how to inflict very effective and efficient moves and the body form to back that knowledge up. Anne had been taken by surprise by Yīn’s agressive but calm and composed demeanor and now the Phoenix was at a disadvantage, getting beaten up by her rival and in disarray, unable of making a comeback. Yīn not only had to know this but her duty as a wrestler was to use it to her advantage and make the most out of it.

In the middle of her distress Anne could think of her situation and she was expecting some hentai action soon, but that didn’t come to pass as it looked like Yīn was willing to delay any kind of sexual interaction as much as possible. The reason behind this Anne couldn’t grasp, it could be either Yīn taking advantage of her martial arts prowess to further soften Anne before the lewd action happened. Anne let out a whine when she noticed her rival’s kick hitting her on the lower part of her back. Once again it wasn’t a strike aimed at concuss or dealing damage but to push and reposition her. Anne found herself stumbling forwards from the efficient strength of the hit, the only thing stopping her from falling face first being the ropes where she would entangle, resting against the top rope with her arms around them to support her body, unable to do much more, her face one of distress at how badly the match had started for her, but of course Yīn wouldn’t see that.

[Ichi]

     There was no time to waste: with her opponent being knocked back into the ropes, it was the perfect time to strike. Yīn rushed forward, rapidly closing the distance. The first two strides passed, and Yīn was not entirely sure what she wanted to do. But as she got closer, an idea came to her. She decided to go for a German suplex, a flashy move that was not in Yīn's typical repertoire, but one she knew how to do nonetheless.
     Upon reaching her opponent, Yīn would attempt to swiftly wrap her arms around Anne's waist. She would try to get her hips underneath Anne's before lifting her up and throwing her backwards. The Chinese beauty would try to make the landing as soft as possible, but there was only so much she could do to lessen the blow.

     If the move succeeded, Yīn would attempt to scramble into a mount position. If all went well, her opponent would be laying flat on her back and she would be on top, legs straddling her opponent's torso. And, if possible, Yīn would try to get a high mount, sitting on the lower part of Anne's ribcage.

[Galahad]

Anne was more entangled than resting on the ropes, trying her best to get her bearings and mount some kind of retort since her only role up to that point had been a passive one. Of course Yīn had some ideas of her own, and having Anne open and defenseless was a treat the Chinese couldn’t ignore. The next thing Anne felt was Yīn’s grip around her waist and how she was setting the Phoenix for a German Suplex. The silver lining there was that the German Suplex was a move out from Anne’s book and she knew how to take it, so she used the instants she had as the world turned upside down to brace and minimize the damage from the impact, rolling away after the scramble.

Anne’s retreat was cut short when Yīn got a mount going, straddling the Phoenix while transitioning into an even higher mount that gave the Chinese a lot of reach while rendering the redhead unable to move. After trying to buck her body once to no avail the Phoenix had clear that she wasn’t going to escape that one. *Here it comes*, was Anne’s thought as it looked like the sensual onslaught was now so close, but the Phoenix wouldn’t take it without fighting back, and from that position she only had one way. It was time for Anne to feel what was below Yīn’s tight dress, so the redhead threw her hands upwards to grab her breasts, giving them some good fondling to try and take her rival by surprise. It was clear that Anne was at a disadvantage given her position, but she was adamant on making it as difficult as possible for Yīn to earn the win.

[Ichi]

     The position was completely winning for Yīn. Sitting on top of Anne in a high mount, Yīn had a veritable cornucopia of options to choose from: there were numerous submissions that she could go for, and she was in a prime position to rain down strikes. But hesitation reared its head again, and Yīn ceded the initiative to Anne instead of immediately pressing an attack.
     Anne's attempt to buck Yīn off did little to spark any urgency in the Chinese beauty's heart. As Yīn was perched high up on Anne's torso, the redhead's bridge accomplished nothing, with Yīn easily keeping her balance. Her position felt stable, and it felt like she could keep it for as long as she desired. There was ample time for Yīn to figure out how to transition to a more sensual attack, one that would be more fitting for this type of match.
     Or so Yīn thought.
     The start of the counterattack seemed innocuous at first. Two arms reached upwards, towards Yīn's torso—it was practically a gift, with Anne seemingly offering up her arms to be snatched up. A more experienced grappler would not make such a disadvantageous move, and for a split second, Yīn felt bad. Exerting utter one-sided control over another in the name of inconsequential competition felt unnecessary and even slightly cruel.
     However, those feelings were summarily expelled, their departure marked by a heated gasp. The warm feeling of Anne's fingertips on her bare skin graced Yīn's senses, accompanied by the secure feeling of her breasts being ensconced in another woman's hands. The Chinese beauty's mouth fell slightly agape and her eyes went wide. Yīn's gaze fell to her chest, her head and eyes turning down in tandem, putting a sight to the touch she was feeling. Her heart fluttered, the skin on her face turning as red as her irises while her breathing went ragged.
     A low moan threatened to escape the Chinese beauty's lips, spurred on by Anne's ministrations on her ample chest, only to get halted mid-throat by modesty. For the first time since the match started, Yīn became acutely aware of her own breasts. Before, they just existed, flying under conscious consideration—but now, she could feel their weight, and every squeeze and knead that they were subjected to. The subtle movement of clothing against nipple sent mild jolts of sensation through Yīn's breasts, drawing out a quiet whine from the Chinese beauty. Her upper body squirmed, stuck between drawing away from the stimulation and embracing it.
     The potent amalgam of pleasurable sensations and utter shock from the unexpected erotic attack had Yīn trapped in a transient torpor. Several long moments passed with no signs of resistance from the Chinese beauty. But all the while, her mind let out a cry, calling her to action. It started out quiet, but eventually became a forcing impetus, a desperate directive: Yīn needed to address the situation, to extricate her breasts from her opponent's sensuous grasp.
     Instincts overrode, causing the former assassin to fall back to familiarity, to motions that she had practiced thousands of times. Extensive training confers a certain level of pattern recognition, and an extended arm was the perfect target for a submission. With a swift turn of her hips and a nimble snatch of an arm, Yīn would attempt to ensnare one of her opponent's arms in an armbar. She knew no laterality

The word "laterality" usually refers to the preference that most humans show for one side of their body. Left- or right-handedness is one example of this. In this RP post, the word "laterality" is being used in a non-standard way to imply a preference for submissions on one side versus the other. Both of Anne's arms were were reaching upwards towards Yīn's chest, so either arm was available for Yīn to attack. A trained grappler such as Yīn would have trained applying the submission to both arms and would be fairly comfortable with both variations.

, but chose to go for the right as that was statistically the dominant arm. She would fall to her back, left leg over her opponent's head and right leg over her body, all the while making sure that her opponent's thumb was pointed up

A common piece of advice for performing armbars is to keep one's opponent's thumb facing upwards.

. And a bridge of her hips would add tension to the hold, threatening to hyperextend the elbow joint.

Notes
The reference image shown below shows an armbar being applied to someone's left arm, but Yīn is applying her armbar to Anne's right arm. Moreover, this reference image is of a rather famous armbar performed by a certain "mighty" and "mouse-like" MMA fighter. Unlike the armbar that Yīn is trying, that armbar was entered into from a rear clinch, although the ending positions are more-or-less the same.

     Assuming that the armbar was successful, Yīn would slowly increase strain on her opponent's right arm, with each additional millimeter of movement bringing it closer to its breaking point. She would pinch her knees together and keep a tight grip on the trapped arm, keeping it immobilized and making it harder to escape. Unless her opponent had some crafty counterplay up her sleeve, the arm would be as good as hers, a limb that Yīn could rend at her discretion.
     However, before any real damage could be done, Yīn would stop in her tracks. She realized that going for a submission would do nothing for her, given the match's rules: victory was by three-count pin after orgasm, not by getting a tap or snapping an arm. It was a somewhat embarrassing oversight on her part, one that brought an additional twinge of red to her cheeks. Yīn would hold the armbar tightly in place for a few moments, before loosening her grip once the aforementioned epiphany fully sank in.

[Galahad]

Anne’s movement consisting in fondling Yīn’s breasts was a fruit of the redhead’s desperation. So far the Phoenix hadn’t had any success with her moves, being Yīn the one taking the initiative every single time and showing how she was a more than proficient martial artist, capable of hitting like a truck and not only that but using that to her favor in different ways, repositioning her rival and putting her at a disadvantage for future strikes. That unconventional kind of fighting more akin to a martial art contest than to what to Anne’s experience one could see inside a wrestling ring caught the redhead with her guard down and was costing her no small amount of damage and exhaustion. Being overpowered by her rival and literally cornered against the mat, Anne saw no other exit than trying to get some sensual action going before Yīn could do the same on her.

Yīn’s reaction to Anne’s firm touch was unexpected. The Chinese fighter suddenly froze in place, her eyes widening and her face instantly turning red and even her breath becoming heavy and ragged with just some light breast stimulation. Then all pieces fell in their place for Anne: that feeling of her rival just playing with the food, delaying the inevitable as she would soften the Phoenix maybe a little too much, was that hesitance towards any kind of sensual interaction in the ring? Anne couldn’t help but feel a little bad about Yīn if that was true, since she had been booked for a match involving heavy hentai conditions, and even if her rival being hesitant to that was a powerful edge she could use, Anne didn’t feel so happy about doing that. Of course she was going to use her eagerness and experience to further her options, but she didn’t want to embarrass her rival, and that was why the Phoenix made her next comment, opening about it to the distressed-looking Yīn who was frozen in place.

“Are you okay?”, Anne asked, no taunt or tease behind it but true concern about her rival. Deciding to tackle the elefant in the room, she spoke again. “I wouldn’t take advantage of you if you’re not feeling well with this, bu- woah!” Anne’s words were cut short when Yīn suddenly sprang back into action. Having Anne her arms completely exposed that was the easiest target for the Chinese martial artist, who swiftly transitioned into an armbar. Anne had some instants to process what was going on, her eyes widening in comprehension when she noticed what kind of lock that was, just miliseconds before the pain started. “Aaaaargh!!” The Phoenix cried in pained despair when her arm and shoulder shook with jolts of pure pain. That was a match-ending move and in any kind of standard match Anne would have submitted the very moment it locked because she was positively sure that she couldn’t force an escape against a rival like Yīn. However, that match had a hentai stipulation to it, so there wouldn’t be any submission that would make that stop.

As if she suddenly understood that fact, Yīn loosened the hold a little, just enough for Anne to have some room to wiggle her arm and for the terrible pain to subside a little. From that position the Phoenix wasn’t going to force a release, and the ropes were too far, but seeing how her arm was capable of squirming in the hold she had an idea. Anne would start to wriggle with her arm in position so it looked like she was fighting the hold, but in its movement her arm would start casually rubbing against Yīn’s crotch, starting some sensual action that would surely make the expert martial artist lose her focus. Anne was resolved not to ruin Yīn based on her hesitance, but in the end that was a hentai based match and that kind of interaction was inevitable.

[Ichi]

     The loosened grip was all Anne needed to initiate her sensual counterplay. At first, it simply seemed like she was trying to struggle out of the hold—a perfectly natural reaction. But it quickly became clear that this was more than typical struggling.
     "Hnyaaah~?!" The movement of Anne's arm drew a heated cry from Yīn as it began brushing across her clothed womanhood. Her clothing did little to stifle the sensation, being thin with an emphasis on form over function. The tight fabric of the skirt portion of Yīn's dress moved along with Anne's arm, gliding over and grinding into the thin fabric of Yīn's black lacy panties. And the close proximity of the lacy fabric to her intimate areas meant Yīn felt each oscillation.
     Redness flooded into the Chinese beauty's cheeks, giving them a hue almost commensurate with that of her crimson irises. Unrefined instinct took over, causing Yīn to tighten her legs in an attempt to stymie her opponent's arm movement. But that only intensified the feelings, coupling the fabric of Yīn's attire even more tightly to Anne's arm. Yīn could feel her panties shifting with every movement, gliding and grinding across her sensitive womanly anatomy. Her clit got the worst of it, being subjected to periodic jolts of pleasure.
     A quiet cross between a whimper and a whine escaped Yīn's lips. Her womanhood began to wetten, her fluids gradually turning what had been a slightly abrasive sensation into a slick, almost pleasurable one. Yīn's hips began to squirm, wriggling around as if they were unsure whether to escape or actively abet the stimulation. All the while, Yīn's breathing grew heavier, her large bust rising and falling with each ragged, laborious breath.
     But Yīn would not stay in-place forever. Desperate to escape her untenable position, Yīn would release her grip on Anne's arm before attempting to sit up. The Chinese beauty would then attempt to scramble to a seemingly better position, aiming to place herself on top of her opponent. If successful, Yīn would attempt to grapevine her opponent's legs while dropping her weight down onto her. In that position, Yīn's entire front would be in contact with Anne, and their breasts would be mashed together in a tight embrace. The two women's faces would be inches apart from each other, close enough for Anne to feel Yīn's ragged breath, one of the vestiges of her previous arousal.

[Galahad]

Being trapped in an armbar move so early in the match was a terrible way for the match to develop concerning Anne’s prospects for the night, but a moment of hesitation coming from Yīn was just what the Phoenix needed to press on. So far the redhead had a theory about why her rival had been avoiding the most sensual parts of the match, delaying the inevitable as it was a requirement for the win. She couldn’t say why, but Anne thought that Yīn wasn’t that happy about the lewdest stipulations of the match and that was something she could use to her favor.

Any doubt Anne could have ended when the rubbing between her arm and Yīn’s crotch elicited a cry of surprise and protest first, and as the rubbing became more and more intense the Chinese fighter started melting, becoming putty in Anne’s hands. Yīn’s attempts to regain control only made the intensity of the rubbing bigger. The Phoenix couldn’t see much from her position, but she could feel how Yīn’s body became a little twitchy anytime her arm would rub itself against her womanhood. Yīn’s breathing was becoming rougher, more laborious as the seconds passed by and with her hips quivering now and then to maximize contact with Anne it was now clear that Yīn was the one locking a submission move, but Anne was the one in control.

Not willing to lose herself to what could have been a pretty impressive and unorthodox climax in a h-wrestling match, Yīn would suddenly release Anne. The Phoenix had been successful not only in pushing forwards her options for the night but also to escape from a pretty bad situation. Yīn was quick though and she secured a grapevine hold next, forcing Anne’s legs open while holding her against the mat, but going from a painful armbar to a grapevine hold was something the redhead could definitely cope with, moreso if their position made the two of them going body against body as Yīn rested on top of her, their faces so close now Anne could even get a graze at those lips with her if she wanted. Now that they were facing each other Anne could notice Yīn’s blush and her ragged breath that hinted how aroused she was getting before. That was the Phoenix’s route to victory. Anne would start making her hips quiver so they wold get some contact with Yīn’s, turning the Chinese’s move against her a second time. “You look so flustered, Yīn. Are you sure you’re okay?” Anne’s tone was playful, but her question was sincere as it looked like Yīn was a little distressed and despite that being a match she didn’t want to take advantage of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in a match like that.