Rai Kamiya vs Lacramiora Albescu - Hentai Match

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Rai was done for. He knew it, the crowd knew it, his dick knew it. He was helpless against this double technique, moaning and groaning against the beautiful vampires ass with each pump of her hand and finger.

Things stopped suddenly, and he briefly hoped he was getting a reprieve as his dick leaked pre-cum. But now, it was just so Lacramioara could change positions, hooking his legs and hiking his butt further up while shifting her ass over his face, the teen trying to protest before he was silenced by her smooth butt cheek covering his open mouth, allowing g him to taste her ass again.

Then came the finger again, forcing its way into his cute butt, and Rai let out a yelp, his body jerking at the insertion, while he involuntarily bit down on the Draculinas ass cheek!

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And it was no simple, playful bite. He took as much into his mouth as he could, going for maximum damage and triggering a jolt in her. Her hips began to lift from their perch on his face, an initial kneejerk reaction stopped by another automatic response -- first, her body attempting to escape the animal that sought to devour it before those same preservative instincts stopped her upward moment, lest it result in her rising to her feet with a chunk missing from her.

Lacramioara cried out, her voice a mixture of surprise again, and now, anger. Past experience with an overly rowdy playmate had her feeling what she knew would be a bruise. Make no mistake: She held no illusions about this being a sport of leisure. But to be marked like this after the humiliation that she just suffered called for a more painful retribution.

Starting with overhands to his bare ass, each one delivered with a snap in the wrist to make the blows sharper. "Harsh, Stinging Impacts" was the name of this game, and she would play it until he let go.

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"MFFF! MGGH! MRFH!"

Having a mouth full of sweet tasty ass did nothing to stop Rai crying out as he was spanked hard on his ass cheek by the angry vampiress, his small body jerking and writhing under her with each hard slap, not helped by the crowd cheering the sight of the humiliating move, starting to loudly count along with each strike and throwing shade at the helpless boy.

"Yeah! Spank that boys ass! He's been naughty!"

"Put him to sleep without any dinner!"

"Some fighter! Blister his ass Lacramioara!"

"GIVE HIM 1000 SPANKS FOR HIS DISHONORABLE WAYS! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO SIT DOWN!"

Poor Rai was helpless, his ass cheeks turning a shade of red as the blows rained down on him. Even though all he had to do was let go, he couldn't think, couldn't breath, and each strike stopped rational thought as they went into the double digits.

The final strike, either on accident or on purpose, missed his ass entirely, hitting him right in his small young balls, getting a shriek that FINALLY made his mouth open enough to free Lacramioaras ass, allowing the older fighter to get off of him, and leaving Rai on the mat, curling up on his side, one hand rubbing his sore butt as the other cradled his balls, gasping for air.

"...*gasp*...Im...*gasp*...sorry!" He yelled put, earning another wave of laughter in his direction!

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Lacramioara found herself feeding on the the crowd's acrimonious energy, however indirectly. The boy kept hanging on, and every second that passed did more to convince her that this was being done out of spite. And so the spanking would grow harsher and harsher. Every smack, alternating cheeks every time, would sting and burn more than the last in congruence with her mounting indignation.

"SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!" The crowd counted the blows as they jeered the poor Lion.

"Dă-i drumul! Băiețel nenorocit!"

"THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN!"

Number twenty would come with some ceremony: A slow lift of her dainty hand, like an executioner raising the axe.

"oooOOOOOHHH...!" The fans got on their feet, the tone rising with anticipation. So overflowing with schadenfreude were they, that it would power the final blow. No snap in the wrist this time; no sting. This one would be delivered with brute animose fore. The same follow through typical in the swing of a tennis racket.

And she'd miss.

"TWENTY!"

The target she hit was not the one she had in her crosshairs. But it nonetheless bring about the result she'd sought. Her flesh was free, and her anger abated. Though it would be more out of pity and remorse.

Lacramioara had gotten her retribution in full, with interest. She turned to Ionia to make a request: "Dă-mi un strap-on."

As hard as she hit him, he had to be done. But as sure as she was of this, she would remain pragmatic. It was what her instructors had been teaching her for all of her life, and Serina was simply the latest and loveliest.

She would thusly seize the opportunity, first planting him down with a knee, then wrenching one of his arms behind his back and clutching the back of his neck to control his head. Pinned under her weight and with the leverage in her hands, he would not be going anywhere that she didn't want him to.

Rai would see no reprieve even when the tool of his incoming destruction was slid into the waiting hand that was controlling his head a moment ago. She'd get a little creative, taking to laying supine on top of him to keep him pinned as she slid it on. Lifting her legs, splitting them apart more than necessary; the crowd was inevitably going to get a view, so she figured that she might as well make it a good one. Every one of them was salivating the further it went, whistling, hooting, and hollering. She planted her feet on the mat. A quick lift of her hips, and...There we go.

It was impossible to move carefully here. The one and only reason that she was doing something this suboptimal was because of how debilitating she knew a good strike to the balls was. The last time she hit a guy that hard, he was convinced that she'd popped one of them. His just punishment for refusing to take no for an answer.

But no, it was just bruising.

Lacramioara turned quickly, with the grace of someone who's done this a thousand times before, even though it was the first. Slithering into position to wrap her arms around his neck again, her silicone penis sliding between the outline of his cheeks in his speedo. A threat of what's to come. Or perhaps a tease? Some of both?

Either way, the raucous, capacity audience was amped up and ready for it.

"Ream his little ass!"

"That ain't a man! Show him who the bitch is!"

"DESTROY HIS ASSHOLE LIKE HE DESTROYS LIVES!"

Ionia turned in the direction of that last one. Whoever that was, he wasn't in the front rows. And with so many wanting to see Rai's downfall, she couldn't pin him down. He sounded middle-aged, but there were several middle-aged men in the sea.

There was some real hatred in his voice. A scary amount to be directing at someone so young; even she, an eighteen-year veteran, was shaken. What could possibly stir all of that up?

Meanwhile, in the ring, Lacramioara was undecided: She'd completed her vengeance. But this match still has yet to be finished, and it had to be finished in spectacular fashion. A grand debut on such a fitting, grand stage called for nothing less. But there were two ways this could go.

That's when she thought, why make the choice herself?

Her arms squeezed not to their full capability. She meant to establish, again, exactly what their roles were. Who the predator was, and who was the prey.

She brought her lips in real close to his ears. So close, he wouldn't just hear them. He'd feel them. Every one.

"This is over now, boy." Lacramioara began. A statement and a threat. A soft voice that has still managed to drip with menace. "Crawl for the ropes, and I will squeeze. And you will be out before you can reach the halfway mark. And when you awake, I will not be kind. Surrender to me now, and I will show you bliss.

Which will it be?"

Translation

"Dă-i drumul! Băiețel nenorocit!" -- "Let go! You wretched little boy!"

"Dă-mi un strap-on." -- "Give me a strap-on."

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Rai was done for. Even if the entire match hadn't made it clear how outclassed he was, that shot to the balls was more than enough to put the naked blue haired teenager down for the count. In any match type, that blow would have finished him for any pin or submission attempt anyone wanted, but this was the one match type where he couldn't be finished off that simply or quickly. He whimpered as he was pinned down, arm behind his back, knee on his neck, bare legs trembling as he cradled his aching balls, forced to respect the power and dominance of the woman above him, still mumbling high pitched apologies for biting her ass.

On the titantron in front of him, he got a view of what she was doing, his eyes widening as he saw the strap on she slipped onto her body. This was only his third match, nobody had ever done anything to his ass before, and now...he was about to get fucked. His second match, he lost his cock virginity, it seemed this match, his other virginity was up for grabs!

...Also, he didn't have time to dwell on this right now, but he'd HEARD that voice in the crowd before. Just who the hell had he pissed off so much!?

Then came the squeeze around his neck again, tighter, and Lacramioara made things perfectly clear between them. This was done...he had lost. Utterly and completely, and if he resisted at all, she'd put him to sleep and then do worse to him later.

With a whimper, Rai began tapping out on the mat, signaling his surrender to the older woman, even if tapping out did nothing, as she rubbed the hard strap on in between his butt cheeks.

"I...I surrender...P-please...I've...never had anything up my butt before..."

Was he pleading for her not to do it? Or just to be gentle? That was up to her to decide.

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The taps came rapidly. A frantic pace. His fear was palpable, so thick in the air that she could taste it.

So exquisite...

"A wise choice." Lacramioara released Rai from the vice she had around his neck, oppressive not so much because of muscle, but proper technique. She sat up, straddling him, hands perched on his shoulders. "Breathe." They would shift towards each other, stopping just shy of his neck. A reminder, a warning against taking this show of kindness for granted. Smooth and without a single callous to be found, with countless hours of soothing her wife after tough championship matches guiding every movement, they kneaded his flesh.

"Deep breaths." Moving lower, now. Down his back. Her voice softened. "Remember that you have chosen bliss." Fingers pressing into muscle, working all the right spots. Taking her time, exploring as she worked. Familiarizing herself with his body. Considering Alix's interest in him, this likely wouldn't be the last time they see each other.

Eventually, finally, those fingers would hook into that speedo. And then pull. Slowly. Exposing his bare bottom to the world, inch by inch, much less to build the audience's anticipation and much more to prepare him for what's to come. After those jeers about him being underage and what they thusly implied, Lacramioara no longer cared about how they felt or what they had to say. With the Young Lion having her focus, their words became little more than babble. A louder, more annoying version of

"It's funny." She began, bringing her weight down on his back again. One hand was planted down on the mat while the other lined that silicone penis up against him. She'd prod at his entrance with the slightest movements of her hips. "You wanted to get me naked. Put your pulă inside of me..." Then slide in. One inch. Two. "Look at us now."

Taking it slowly, very slowly, until she was buried to the hilt. Pausing there to allow him time to adjust to what she knew could be an overwhelming sensation, but not much. They did have a show to put on, after all. But he would have the mercy of tender rolls of her hips, and a hand around that aforementioned pulă, pumping it in sync with the pace she'd set to bless him with some guaranteed pleasure in...wherever this may fall on the scale between that and pain.

Translation

"Pulă" -- "Dick"

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Rai did as he was told, breathing deep, letting his body relax as much as he could, as she stripped him, teased him, stripped his speedo off. He didn't resist. He was defeated, in all but orgasm, he had lost this fight from the moment she first jerked him off, and this was punishment for having the audacity to stay in the fight as long as he had despite not having a chance.

When she finally entered him, Rai gasped, hissing, gripping the mat, the crowd and world fading from his mind, his only focus being on his conquering opponent as he felt each inch enter him until it bottomed out, hitting the lads prostate, making him shiver and moan.

It hurt for sure, his first insertion, raw, with no lube to ease its entrance. But Lacramioara was merciful, giving gentle rolls of her hips as she slowly penetrated him, her soft hand starting to jerk him off again, Rai helpless to resist. His third match ever, first time on ppv, and he was being fucked in the ass by a beautiful, dominant older woman.... a feeling both humiliating and incredibly pleasurable for the blue haired teen sub!

"Ahhhh...ohhhh...L-Lacramioara... it hurts but...feels good too...f-fuck me...defeat me...p-pound my little butt and make me cum!"

He cried out, much tonthe crowds enjoyment, as the pleasure triggered his submissive side!