"Welcome to the Jungle": The Midnight Panther's First Spar, feat. Angelica Lazarescu

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin's body jumped a little when Angelica suddenly straddled his waist and felt her body brush against his extremely sensitive manhood as she sat down. His tank was still empty, of course, but now that the Romanian bombshell known as "his opponent" had her body pressed on his, he figured his best friend would likely be back at attention in a minute or two.

The thought of Angelica maybe riding him wasn't what had ahold of Austin's attention, however. What had seized his focus--and his face cheeks--was Angelica herself. His eyes went wide with panic and realization as soon as the woman's words left her mouth...her mouth that was still dripping from Austin.

"Wait, NO, DON'T YOU DA-MMF!" Austin was aggressively cut off as Angelica's slime-covered tongue invaded his mouth and stormed its way towards his throat, causing him to gag. Angelica's torso was now fully pressed against him, and he could feel her chest squeezed against his own, but this ordinarily-heavenly predicament was kinda ruined for him by the salty taste being forcibly lathered around inside his mouth.

However, although AUSTIN wasn't thrilled with his current circumstances, his BODY on the other hand seemed to enjoy Angelica's physical proximity juuuust fine. His cock began to slowly reharden--against Austin's wishes, of course, since he really didn't like the idea of getting off while being "punished" quite like this--and it only took a moment or two before he had achieved an erection again.

You've GOT to be kidding me, thought in disbelief. His arms were still bound on either side of him and refused to budge, so Austin steeled himself for whatever--and whoever--was coming...

[DSX93]

He squirmed. He pulled back as far as he could. Just that this big, strong man was retreating from little ole her was...invigorating. Less because it was telling of how much of a threat she was to him -- if not in body, then in mind -- too late for that. Right now? This was about taking that idiotic loss and turning it into the win she would've had if she hadn't gotten in her own way.

That this was being facilitated by Austin getting in his own in victory made it a chef's kiss of a payback. Angelica would break theirs when that muffled gagging started getting a little too loud. A little too animated. And in the process, she managed a classic anime trope: The spit trail, with a tinge of cum mixed in.

Emilia's into some weird shit. And blowing a guy, taking his load in her mouth, then feeing it to him via some forced Frenching? Just found a spot on the list. Another branch on her tree of

Consensual Non-Consent

But vomit? Not so much. Even the threat of it was normally off-putting, but she could work with that threat for this brief moment. Especially after feeling him twitching underneath her. Hardening against an ass cheek.

Angelica swung a pale hand that landed with a stinging clap across Austin's face, and fixed him with a commanding glare. "Puke on me, and I'll hit you with another Busaiku Knee. Then I'll make you lick it off. Understand?"

She awaited his response. Expected one.

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

The moment Angelica pulled back from his lips, Austin reflexively spit everything from his mouth--his own saliva, Angelica's saliva, his seed, everything. It dropped down onto his chest, but that was better than tasting it--a taste he couldn't quite seem to get rid of, too.

"Jesus--" *COUGH* "--what the f-"

Austin's interjection was swiftly silenced by Angelica's open palm slapping against his cheek, sending his face sideways. His vision went white for a quick moment, but he still heard Angelica say: "Puke on me, and I'll hit you with another Busaiku Knee. Then I'll make you lick it off. Understand?" Austin looked back at Angelica, and as his vision cleared he could see it in her eyes, inscribed on her soul: she was planning to do go wild on Austin.

Fuck it--we ball.

After a heartbeat of hesitation, Austin responded:

"Understood."

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That was a risk. LAW takes all kinds; for all she knew, she'd gotten into the ring with a guy who was waiting for a situation like this so he could say, "Joke's on you. I'm into that shit!" And then she would've had one hell of a decision on her hands. Go through with her bluff, or take that walk of shame? Would've sucked either way.

Angelica gave Austin this little smirk that said, "Wise choice." Ran a hand through his midnight locks, ruffled his hair, like she was playing with a pet. But on the inside, Emilia was damn thankful that she didn't have to make that decision.

"Good kitty."

That hand would slide down and settle on his cheek, adding only a slight tinge of intimacy to the atmosphere between the two. That is, before a mocking pat erased it. "I know you're gonna enjoy this too." The other touched down on his chest, taking measuring of his heart's pace..."That's not even a question."

...Slowly trailed down, down to his washboard abs..."But for how long?"

...Then finally, to his cock. Still alive. Standing at attention once more. But three good, long orgasms in. She held it in place as she repositioned her hips. His best friend wouldn't go back inside. Not just yet. It would slide right at the entrance. Back and forth. Her lips, slick from the juices he'd pounded out of her earlier, to his underside.

"How long will it be until you're begging? Not for me to go faster. Not for me to fuck you harder..." She brought her hand back up as she said this, placing both behind his neck for leverage as she grinded away. Faster. Harder. Upping her pace seemingly with every roll of her toned, shapely hips, but still maintaining control. Don't want him to slip inside on accident. "But for me to stop?"

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin's heart was pounding as Angelica pressed against his chest; his body WAS excited for what was about to come.

But was Austin himself excited? "Excitedly nervous" was probably the best way to describe it. He had won their little sparring match here today, so technically he was supposed to be in charge...but then again, possession was 9/10ths of the law.

I think that's how that goes? he wondered.

And Angelica currently possessed him...still tied up.

Austin sighed, resigned to his admittedly very-enviable fate. No real choice BUT to enjoy it, I guess.

"But for how long?" Angelica asked, as if reading his thoughts. Again.

Austin inhaled sharply as she then begin grinding and teasing her sex on the tip of his erection. After three orgasms, Austin's manhood didn't hurt--he was a professional, after all--but he was definitely feeling fatigued.

"How long will it be until you're begging?" Angelica asked him, their eyes locked only inches from each other, "not for me to go faster. Not for me to fuck you harder...but for me to stop?"

Austin swallowed his fear; now was not the time for cowardice. Hell, maybe I can last long enough she wears herself out on me, he thought...or maybe dreamed. Still, he smirked at Angelica once again: "I guess we'll find out, won't we?"