Just A Taste - Part 1 (Keira Robinson vs Daeva Asphodel [D])

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Of all the ways to end up losing a point, Keira could think of worse. Whether it was from desperation or sheer enjoyment, Daeva had picked up her game and torn into her like a woman possessed. Keira had been perfectly content to take it, so confident was she that she was in control - up until she wasn't. She realized far too late that she'd let her guard down, spending far too much time enjoying the sensations her opponent dished out than resisting them.

There had to be a balance. There was nothing wrong with enjoying taking it, oh no! That was half the fun of matches like this. But Keira had let herself get lost in that, pleasuring and being pleasured, when she should have been more focused on dishing it out. She dived into it far too early, giving too much, too soon. It gave her an early advantage, sure, but without bothering to resist the counterattack she'd instead invited, all of her early work had backfired.

Almost as if to rub it in, as Keira's body finally began to settle down, Daeva sidled up her chest to further assert her dominance, making a show of fingering herself - not even letting Keira finish what she'd started - before her own orgasm soaked the goth's face. Keira, ever greedy, opened her mouth to absorb as much as she could while Daeva rode it out. Not only had she just lost the first point of the match, but now Daeva had assured that recovering that point would not be as simple as flipping their positions.

Even so, Keira wasn't one to refuse such a generous gift. So Keira simply lay there, doing as she'd done all night; enjoying all her opponent had to offer. There was too much, even had it all been aimed at her mouth. But it was not, and Daeva's gush soaked her face. It trickled down Keira's cheeks, down her forehead into her hair. She lazily wiped what she could from her eyes, shoving her fingers into her mouth, all while maintaining eye contact (aside from the brief moment she'd had to close them to keep the liquid out), showing Daeva that she was still doing this all willingly. Don't even give her a second to think she's won, just because she claimed the first round!

As Daeva flopped off her, Keira remained on her back, chest heaving and body hot. Her head tilted towards her opponent with a grin, and she licked her lips, still covered in Daeva's fluids.

"Don't get cocky now," Keira said. "This means nothing. I let you have that one." Which, in a way, was entirely true... except that Keira didn't intend to give up the point for it, too. But she'd still openly invited the offense from her opponent. "Hot fucking damn, that was... glorious. Somehow, I managed to underestimate you. And I won't make that mistake again."

She laughed, grinning seductively like she was the one in the lead. "But you, though, only seconds after me... I can get to you, too. Had I maintained my composure, that would have been my point, and don't you forget that! Now I know not to let you, so you're gonna have to work for it, honey."

She continued to lay there catching her breath - but only so long as Daeva did the same. Once she got moving, Keira would get herself back to her feet... but right now, she needed to recover while she knew her opponent was doing the same.

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Fuck.

Every minute that passed ended with another box ticked. Daeva would have to play with her fellow switches often if this is what she could look forward to.

Keira laid back and took it all, but at the same time, she took it all. Mouth open wide, tongue hanging out, pink gaze unflinching -- Daeva didn't count the time spent wiping her juices away. Mmm, stuffing them into her mouth after, like they were the remnants of a meal so perfect that none of it could be left on the plate. Keira was the right kind of nasty. And hungry; even in "defeat" she remained a threat, promising to overtake her if she slips up any more than she already has.

That silent "give me all you've got!" was such a perfect mixture. An invitation, but not outright submission. It was another challenge, a display that also said that she had a while yet before she was finally brought to heel.

"Don't get cocky now. This means nothing. I let you have that one."

Daeva laughed, more with mirth than with mockery as she nodded along with her choice of words. "Glorious", indeed. Their truth was what made it all the more thrilling. This point hadn't been scored with a collection of fancy movements or after a knock down, drag out battle, but rather with the psychological element. She'd tempted her, made her give up just enough to be able to coax it out of her. But...

"But you, though, only seconds after me... I can get to you, too. Had I maintained my composure, that would have been my point, and don't you forget that! Now I know not to let you, so you're gonna have to work for it, honey."

It was exactly as she said. That very thing -- the psychology -- was almost her own undoing. Off by just a few seconds.

"You may find that you don't have a choice but to fall into my web, my sweet." Daeva would say as she glided her fingers -- those from the hand that hadn't been soaked in girlcum -- through Keira's hair. The words -- both those already spoken and those that were about to follow -- were delivered with more confidence than Emilia actually had. "I may be new to wrestling, but to matters of the flesh..."

...She was making it up as she goes. "Not so much." Sort of. Jaclyn has a vagina too, but there was only so much that would translate over to cisgendered women. But it helped to be one herself. Her match with the masked hunk at ringside...That would be an even bigger test of sexual technique.

One that she couldn't think about right now. She maintained her poker face, that presentation of a well-learned lover. And to that end, she continued those soothing strokes, wearing the high of her climax; a soft, fanged smile. "As smooth as silk. I see nothing but the finest touches your hair." Breathed. Just enjoying the moment before the real battle starts.

Alright. Up and at 'em. Daeva would extend a hand to help Keira onto her feet. Once she was set, she'd lift her arms in position for a tie-up.

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"You may find that you don't have a choice but to fall into my web, my sweet."

Keira could only grin in response. Her eyes closed, her chest heaved as she measured her breathing, enjoying the feeling of fingers in her hair. She could afford a few moments of calmer pleasure while they both recovered. She just knew Daeva wasn't going to go after her, not right now.

"Oh? Are you gonna tie me up, too? My my, you are a tease! I've heard of threatening with a good time, but you sure take it to another level."

Tease or not, it was a veiled threat. They were playing a delicate game right now, and if that last round told her anything, it's that a few seconds off-kilter could prove costly.

"As smooth as silk. I see nothing but the finest touches your hair."

"And that's why I'm letting your fingers in, darling. I gotta look and feel my best for my dates, don't I?"

Keira could be a tease, too. It was clear she was enjoying the touch, but allowing it was also a sign: she knew there was a fine line to be walked, and just because she fell on the wrong side of it last round, she could just as easily fall on the right side next time.

She sighed with mild disappointment as Daeva stood up, taking her fingers with her. Her eyes opened to a hand in her face, which she'd take and allow her date to pull her to her feet. Daeva shifted immediately to a tie-up position, signaling she was ready for more. Keira would give it to her, figuring she was going to need more than just sensual tactics to overcome this opponent. Daeva had admitted so herself; she was new to wrestling, so that was the side of it Keira would need to exploit to get herself back into the fight, and then use her own seduction to supplement it.

She glanced sideways as they pushed against each other, towards Severin at the commentator's table, giving him a wink and a grin. But she was far from distracted; she was taking measure of Daeva's physical strength, but if she tried to take advantage of the moment, Keira would be ready for her.

[DSX93]

Tying her up? Now that was an idea. If she won this thing, maybe she'd have a look-see underneath the ring; Hentai wrestling promotions always had something there that could be used for that purpose. She took full advantage of this period of calm and let her mind wander through the possibilities. "It's easy to reach new heights with such a wonderful muse."

And a wonderful flirt too. And so beautiful as she rested. The immediate aftermath of sex: Laying there and enjoying the high together. The cuddling. The caresses. The pillow talk. There were times where that was better than the sex itself. And it was damn good sex.

Daeva had more to say, but the peaceful sight she had before her had reached up and claimed her tongue. Then got her breath caught in her chest. She could've sat there for quite a while, just watching her. This sheer level of comfort that Keira had taken with her had her swelling with pride, almost to bursting. It threatened to turn her soft, sweet smile into that big, beaming grin and ecstatic laughter that was normal of Emilia after she'd finally perfected a technique in bed or brought in something new that Jaclyn happened to like.

But at the same time...

This is what Emilia wanted. To experience some of the intimacy that fueled her fellow alternative beauty's match with the masked man watching at ringside. To be in their place for but a few moments. To taste their sweet kisses. Feel those tender touches that she knew would make her shiver with delight. To just bask in that sense of safety that comes with being paired with someone who you know gives enough of a damn to want you to leave feeling fulfilled, instead of viewing you as hopeful W in the books.

Not that Jaclyn was some neglectful uber bitch. Of course not. But Emilia would have the same issues with her that she's beginning to feel now, if to a lesser extent.

To have moments like these, but also be saddled with the knowledge that the physicality is all that will ever be...She hoped that it would be different here, with the both of them being strangers. That this would act as a release. Relief. Something that would tide her over. For how long, and until what happens, she doesn't know. And it was working. But there was also an element of pain in this. That familiar, nagging ache for something more.

Emilia didn't want Keira like that. She didn't want Black Severin like that either. But that instant chemistry they had, just like Eveline and Serina felt from that first shared glance on that fateful evening...That connection...

It was at this moment that she knew: This was not her best plan, having asked for this after having seen that session of lovemaking that masqueraded as a match and bearing witness to their chemistry on the karaoke stage -- seeing what she wanted for herself...

This is painful. But it feels so good in the heat of the moment. So like an addict, she'd chase after it and take it when it was offered, again and again and again. And she would keep that loop going here, taking care to show nothing of the inner turmoil that she's learned to push down until she was all alone.

It was a little elevating to hear that sigh when she got up. Emilia would replicate that sound on the inside. They were dealing with entirely different forms of disappointment, but she felt a sense of commiseration nonetheless. That feeling of "I get you."

She'd get her head back in the game after the two were tied up, with Daeva following Keira's sideways glance to her man. Keira would give him a wink and cute grin, and Daeva parted her lips for a salacious one that bared her fangs, running her tongue along her teeth and upper lip. A sight that would get one fan to say, "Lucky bastard!"

That spread like wildfire. Soon, everyone was chanting it.

"LUCKY BASTARD!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. "LUCKY BASTARD!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. The man was looking all cute and coy, but he was loving it. What man wouldn't?

Daeva chuckled at the sight, and would be unable to resist taking a moment to engage in some girl talk even through their struggle against each other. "Look at him. So giddy." She'd let Keira get her response out, if she had one. If not, she'd just take a couple seconds to enjoy the moment before she made her move.

She'd go for the arm that Keira had fulfilling the collar end of the tie-up,

as she lifted Keira's arm up, hoping to break her posture enough to present an opportunity perform the necessary twirl underneath to firmly establish control of the wrist and her through pain compliance. She'll let it be known that although she may be new to professional wrestling, she wasn't necessarily unprepared for the ring.

***

"The two women are taking a break now."

"Engaging in a little mat talk. And still challenging each other."

Severin would say, when Keira mentioned how they'd climaxed only seconds apart, "Yeah, you tell her, Kei."

And when she mentioned being tied up, Cory would say, "The fans would sure love that!"

"I'm sure they would. But me, I think I'd have to get involved if Daeva takes it that far."

"To save her, or take advantage?"

"Yes."

Cory chuckled. "You just might have a good career in commentary after you're done wrestling, son."

"Thanks. It's fun."

A silence would fall between the two women, with Keira closing her eyes in contentment while Daeva ran her fingers through her hair. Just like he did.

There was something in Daeva's smile. Something that made him a little uncomfortable. He had full faith in Keira, but Daeva...

Maybe he's thinking too much into this and seeing something that isn't there. His thoughts shifted to some of Alix's matches, namely how she'd fix that same loving gaze on those opponents whose world she just rocked. She hadn't gotten romantic with any of them.

Yeah. It's probably nothing. Just her riding that high.

After collecting their breath, they'd both get onto their feet, with Daeva giving his Lady a hand up before engaging in a tie-up. And then they turned to him, almost in unison.

"They're both looking at you now, Sev!"

One of those cute, "I've got this" grins that always makes him smile, and one from Daeva that...good God. Those two had his heart about ready to beat out of his chest.

"I was joking about that three-way, but it's looking like you're on the way to making that a reality, my man!"

Oh, don't put that idea in my head, man.

And then the chant started. "LUCKY BASTARD!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. "LUCKY BASTARD!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!

Severin laughed. A little nervously, like this was a dream that he was due to wake up from in the next few seconds. Because damn, if it didn't feel like one! He stood, smiling bright and wide, eyes sweeping across the crowd as he took it all in. "Don't I know it! Don't I know it!"

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The amount of time Keira spent recovering was probably longer than most viewers would have preferred, but she desperately needed it after losing that first round despite, she had to admit, not minding that detail in the least. Then again, she didn't hear much complaining, either. Probably helped to be a hot, sweaty mess. The show they just offered probably also had something to do with it.

And for a moment, Daeva herself looked lost in thought. Keira smirked at the tiny grin on Daeva's face, and wondered what was going through the other woman's mind. She could guess, of course, and probably wouldn't be too far off the mark.

And then the crowd was chanting - for Severin. That got a real grin out of her - not a sly, sexy one, but a shit-eating grin that said 'I'm going to tease you about this for a long time'.

...When did Severin get her thinking of herself so highly?

She only spared a momentary curiosity for the thought; this was neither the place nor time. Daeva helped, intentionally or not, by drawing her focus.

"Look at him. So giddy."

"Like a kid in a candy store with his parents' credit card."

Keira herself smirked at that. He certainly was getting a treat tonight. Then again, so was she. She wasn't sure she'd be up for giving him a more personal show tonight, not after this match, but how could he complain? But that was that, and the moment passed. Something shifted in Daeva's eyes, and both she and Keira were back in go-mode. Keira hadn't given much thought to where she was going to go from here.

Unfortunately, Daeva had. Keira let out a yelp as her arm was twisted and bent, and in the blink of an eye, she was at Daeva's mercy. Could she attempt to reverse it? Perhaps, if her body hadn't been so exhausted by that last round. So she opted to wait and see what her opponent was going to do... and maybe find a better opening to counterattack that didn't involve her doing flips.

[DSX93]

"Like a kid in a candy store with his parents' credit card."

A comparison that tickled the vampiress who was still feeling high from her own recent climax, despite the influx of that nagging hopeless romantic miasma that would pull her head from the clouds on an annoying amount of occasions, as it was starting to here. A distance away, with her jealousy making for a stronger pull, but it hadn't brought her back down to Earth. She wouldn't let it. She'd found ways to keep it from happening.

One of them was getting right back to it.

Keira was reeling, her steps heavy and sluggish. Daeva knew she had the advantage here; Keira was getting wiped out, while Daeva had been blessed or, depending on how the day was going, cursed with a libido that tended to bring a surge of energy to accompany a refill of her lungs after she's had a round. She wasn't at one hundred percent herself, but she was better off, still.

Daeva moved towards the outside of Keira's body with her grip maintained, letting Keira's screaming joint do most of the work of pulling her along as she implemented

to the wrist lock. And just as Keira stumbled back round, she'd manipulate the joint just as her big sister taught her, twisting it far enough out of place to force the rest of Keira's body to play catch up to her detriment.

And down, she'd go. Daeva moved fast, pouncing on her with arms primed to

with them in place, she'd move to seize some control of her legs. And she had just the way to do it: Placing a pale leg in between the two, a thigh that had been dampened with her own juices mingling with her opponent's as it pressed against her exposed nether. With some care, keeping any recent post-peak sensitivity in mind.

Keira's ear would be filled with a mischievous giggle. "Just as foretold." And a squeeze to cut off her air supply. "Now that I think on it, we should've stayed here." That teasing thigh, the slackening of her hold that was intended to keep this within the realm of erotic asphyxiation and the adjustment of her own positioning to follow. "It's so nice, just laying here..." Blackened lips touched Keira's skin along her jaw. Her cheek. And then another good squeeze. "So close. So warm." Her thigh would be pressed harder against her, with an up and down motion across her southern mound taking measure of how she was responding to the play. With Keira so close, it was tempting to get her hips moving so she could indulge herself, but she'd push that thought back. But her desires would be plain in her eyes.

Daeva let up again just before asking, feeling that she was providing enough reasons to earn a "yes" to the question, "Wouldn't you agree?"

***

"Look at him. So giddy."

"Like a kid in a candy store with his parents' credit card."

Oh, goodness. They're having girl talk about him.

"I wonder if they know we can hear them."

"Both Keira Robinson and Daeva Asphodel have done nothing to hide their fondness for our guest here. Could be they want him to hear them."

"Drink it in, Sev. You're living many a man's dream."

"Don't I know it, Cory." Said Severin as he sat back down. "Man, I am never letting that girl go."

"Good man."

That was when Daeva made her move.

"Daeva taking control of an arm!" Cory picked up on that, telling the fans at home what Severin had already gathered when Keira found herself unable to mount an attempt to roll through. "Keira's moving sluggishly; she appears to still be reeling from that orgasm!"

"Come on, Kei!"

The vampiress had wrenched control, manipulating his Lady about like a puppet. Then down she went. Down they both went.

"Oh! A crafty takedown, and no time wasted after!"