Opening Rites (Tremura Goratrix [D] vs Clyde Gastin)

[DSX93]

A single hand would rise to his chest, but not to put up any resistance. Right between his pectorals, eyes following as though it were trying to see through his skin to the heart whose pace her gloved palm took measure of. Tremura could feel the extent of his desire poking into her flat stomach, but still...

Emilia liked to feel her lover's heartbeat. Most times after the dirty deed has been done. Sometimes during. Just to feel it.

Tremura's hand would travel north, never leaving his fine body. Fingertips sliding along his skin with an intimate pressure, familiarizing themselves with his form on the way to a perch on his shoulder. Intersecting with the other when her opposite arm wrapped around him, circling behind his neck.

The younger, less experienced Morasanu sister was half-expecting Clyde to give into her right here. Such was her level of success with the men in this promotion. Even when she lost, there were those moments beforehand where her opponent would give her the reins.

So the crushing pressure on her ribcage, sending waves of pain throughout her form and making her every breath a chore, came as a pleasant surprise.

The vampiress had a surprise for him too: That hand she had at his shoulder? It wasn't there just because she liked how it felt. That placement gave her the room she needed for her counter to his bearhug. That arm would be pressed against his throat, and the other that had been wrapped around him pulled him into a tight Von Flue choke!

[Rawg]

Clyde thought he had Emilia pretty good with a crushing bearhug. He could smush this little mix and fuck her senseless in no time while she clung to him, clearly loving the contact the two had she perched on him and felt him up, only to to then tense as he crushed her.

And Clyde felt this was solid offense until the vampiress sought a counter, her arm going around his throat and flexing!

"G-Ggkk~!" Clyde instantly let go of his bearhug and did his best to try and pry Tremura off of him while his head was getting noticeably light...

[DSX93]

She was like a dog on the attack. Now that she'd gotten her bite, she wasn't going anywhere. Not that easily.

Tremura's lips curled up into a grin that was every bit as dark as her lipstick. Fangs bared, with her tongue making a salacious sweep across them. Red eyes all but outright radiating bad intentions. But still very much composed. Ever in control.

"Leaving so soon? You were so smitten with me just moments ago!"

She was quick to target the evidence. Pulling as he pushed, neither gaining an advantage. For now. Setting her feet down on the bed for better leverage, she started rolling those curvy hips of hers, using the intimately miniscule space between as a means of stroking him through his trunks.

"And evidently, you still are."

Slow. And hard. It wouldn't have been the end of the match, but she didn't want him creaming himself just yet. That would've been too easy.

Now that he's struggling, she wanted to leave him with no room to deny what she just said.

"Are you afraid, Clyde? Am I too much -- is all of this too much for you now? Or are you doing that strange thing that some of you humans do; pretending to fight the thing that's lighting you aflame on the inside?"