Rai Kamiya vs Lacramiora Albescu - Hentai Match

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Rai squirmed in the grip of the older, stronger, vampire woman, his speedo clad butt rubbing against her waist and crotch.

Then he heard the crowds jeering, and for second, he froze as he heard the familiar taunts of the crowd that, for some reason, seemed to loathe him, his face blushing so red that Lacramiora would be able to feel the heat radiating off of his face as he started struggling again.


Then the sexy vampire behind him spoke, teasing him, telling him he could be rewarded, or punished, if he was a good boy or not, making a point of squeezing his cock with her feet, the sudden pressure causing a high pitched, feminine sounding gasp and coo to leave his lips, though it was nearly immediately silenced as she tightened her choke around his throat, asking if she should just make him cry, while at the same time, the crowd began to chant for her to do just that!

Rai let out a small whimper, his face heating up again, as his cock continued to be squeezed and the audience called for Lacramiora to wreck him, the speedo clad rookie raising his arm, almost as if he was going to tap out in an attempt to plead for mercy... before he thrust it out, revealing he was again desperately reaching for the ropes, determined to try and stay in the fight as he spoke in reply!

"Urgh...I...AM...a good boy...Im the...BEST boy..." He struggled to say, her arm clenched around his windpipe while with her feet were squeezing his dick so hard he couldn't help but whimper again, his arms dropping, trying to press against the mat eith his palms and push their combined weight closer towards the ropes to try for a rope break. Granted, he doubted he could make it, or that she'd let him make it, but he refused to do nothing and lay there!

"You can...drain me dry...hurt my dick...but...I wont cry!"

He exclaimed, dragging himself an inch closer to the ropes before collapsing again, getting weaker from the constant squeezing of his throat and cock, while at this point, even he wasn't sure if his defiant words were meant for Lacramiora or the audience!

[DSX93]

Lacramioara's succulent lips parted and curved into a fanged smile. Rai was turning so red, she was half-expecting steam to start shooting out of his ears. The sounds he let loose said that he wasn't as against this idea as his struggle made him seem. Whether he was admitting it to himself or not, the game was appealing enough to play.

And the audience was dying to see it. They maintained their chants at first, but as his hand hung in the air and the passing seconds made it appear that this was to deny them the opportunity to indulge their schadenfreude, they turned into boos.

"Pussy!"

"Somebody get that little motherfucker out of there!"

"She's barely touching you and you're already gonna tap?"

That one, Lacramioara took offense to. "Barely touching" him? But she would remain focused on the task at hand. Turning it towards that idiot would do her no good. Boos and jeers turned into laughs and jeers as Rai's resolution guided him closer to the ropes. It was perfect for the current situation, but she was frowning on the inside: All that vitriol, hurled so readily at a rookie with such delicate circumstances...Makes it a small wonder why Ionia doesn't care for crowds much.

Rai has heart. Not even the most virulent of his detractors could deny that. But as his record has shown, heart can only get you so far. And he was getting a little too close to the ropes for her liking. Her feet would clench down even harder on him, hopefully stopping him in his tracks for the second she needed to begin work on turning the two of them around. It would put her on the bottom, but as any grappler worth their salt would know, that didn't mean that she was at the disadvantage. Being in her clutches still, he'd have to work that much harder to reach the refuge he sought.