Jumping in the Deep End

[BlackAkuma]

Keith was starting to lose feeling in his legs. Was that normal? He very much hoped it was normal. It was a little hard to say, because he’d never had a woman on top of him using her mammoth things to try and split him apart in the middle.

While it was true that this probably wasn’t as bad as being dissected by her legs, this hold was definitely starting to wear on him over time. He’d always wondered why people would ever tap to a move like this, didn’t seem that effective, but now that he was in it, he could see the problem. He had no leverage, no ground throw a punch, and it would’ve been hell to reach the ropes if there were ropes to reach. Even if you got out of thing, running would be a pain for minutes to come, and there was always the chance that she could mix it up with a breast smother or something like that.

So it was a good thing, then, that Tris seemed to go along with his request to spice things up. Reluctantly, but she did do it.

On her own time. Fuck.

”Mmm.” Keith repeated her own noise back, though his version was much closer to a grumbling that a mildly disapproving hum. He had a feeling he knew was coming in those thirty seconds, and while she didn’t pour on the pressure quite as bad as she could have, he was sure, the effects still had him groaning and writhing and clenching.

Thirty seconds. Half a minute. Crazy how that could feel so long. His hands came to her legs without even thinking, reflexively looking for something to hold onto, even if it was the source of his problems.

Keith took a few quick, deep breaths and started soldiering through it, all while he looked up her way with a withering stare. ”You’re just a little evil, you know that? It crazy how you pull it off.”

[Liesmith]

For the record, if Tris was trying to make Keith do the splits… Well, he wouldn’t be pretending, he’d be tapping like fury because she could wrench his legs a whole lot wider than this.

The redhead threw a glance back, enjoying the view as much as any of her new fans. Just seeing how her legs dwarfed his gave her a tiny bit of a kick here.

But her gaze snapped back to Keith’s face, the blond clearly not enjoying things as much as she was. Oh well, Tris’d cry him a river some other time. Meantime, he got a sweet-as-sugar smile and a slight shrug-roll of her shoulder.

“Oh, it’s all just part of my charm,” she offered, only to pause. Look back, her expression barely flickering as she took in precisely where Keith’s hands had gone.

Huh. Well, now that was giving her ideas…

“Why, Mister Fox,” Tris mock-widened her eyes, doing her best to look thoroughly offended, “And on our first date too! Here I thought you were a gentleman.”

She tilted her head like a cat eyeing a particularly interesting bird, smiling a smile her friends always found thoroughly unnerving. Particularly when combined with that soft, mild tone.

“Do you know what I do to people who touch me without asking nicely?”

There was a pause, as she let that sink in before-

“So I guess you’d better make the most of it.”

As she spoke, the Brit bombshell’s hands were leaving Keith’s shoulders, Tris maintaining her position with just the muscles of her core. Indeed, she actually deepened the arch of her back as she reached back, going to grab the blond podcaster’s own hands.

Once she’d got them, Tris would start rubbing them in slow circles, letting Keith feel her anaconda legs – not just how smooth they were or how strong, but just how little of her thick thighs’ girth his hands were actually covering.

Her smile widened, her icy blue eyes staring straight into his seemingly without blinking.

Then she moved upwards, forcing his hands to explore her wide hips and the swell of her immense glutes – the redhead playfully flexing her ass under his grip as she continued the enforced tour.

And yes, the thirty seconds was definitely over. Hardly her fault if Big Ears wasn’t keeping his end up.

[BlackAkuma]

Charm. Right.

Keith could admit that Tris certainly had a way about her. He could safely say he’d never met a woman quite like her before, but the jury was still out on whether or not that was a good thing or not. He was frankly unsure if the world was ready for two Scyllas.

He’d been so wrapped up in the moment that he frankly wasn’t paying all that much attention to where his hand had gone, but judging by the look on her face, Tris certainly had. Was that trouble in her eyes? Definitely. The good kind or the bad kind? Verdict was still out on that one ”You let them go and give their legs a massage?”

Worth a shot. But no.

What Tris actually had in mind, though, wasn’t exactly as bad as his worrying mind had fear. She didn’t let her go, still held the hold tight, but he was taken aback as she seized his hands and took them on a tour, letting them travel along her thunderous legs. He knew how strong they were, he had more than enough evidence to tell him that, but it was such a far cry actually feeling that in his hands. His brain couldn’t seem to process it properly. At a distance, her legs didn't seem so bad - thick, sure, but in that curvy sort of way that you would see on a pinup model, alluring and tempting. But as his hands moved here and there and here again, he could feel the deceptive power swelling underneath. It was like hiding a tank shell with a blanket. She kept going higher, too. And higher. And higher…

Certainly biological reactions totally beyond his control were happening, and his expressions were running the gamut as he stared back up at Tris. A little panic. A little fear. A little curiosity. A little intrigue. A little…

”Uh, times up.” The intern meekly butted in, as he hurriedly wiped his phone clear of the rain. ”They say you can let him up now.”

[Liesmith]

For the record, Tris almost laughed at Keith’s rejoinder. She wasn’t exactly making him massage her legs but it was close enough for government work, as she ran them over her flesh, over her hamstrings and tracing the crease where her thigh met her glute. Tris was careful to keep things clear of anything too lewd, but she gave Keith a pretty thorough tour otherwise.

The reaction was obvious – one the redhead could feel, pressing against her in a way that was giving her ideas. And if Keith’s eyes went much wider, they’d pop out. It tickled her fancy to imagine that more than a few fans watching would be doing the same, desperately wishing they were in the podcaster’s place.

Tris paused, just long enough to wonder how much she could really get away with here…

And then Big Ears opened his big trap and ruined the moment, not to mention her fun.

For a long, long moment, Tris stared the spoilsport intern down, her lip curling in displeasure.

Then a subtle huff, a relaxing of that curvy frame – first just letting the grapevine slacken (as well as releasing his hands), allowing Keith to pull his legs back together, before she drew her own gams back in. Tris sat up, straddling the blond’s hips, folding her arms below the heavy swell of her breasts.

Little as she ever liked to be called up short, it particularly stung coming from a little nobody like that. But fine, ok. She wasn’t about to let it bother her or, at least, not so far as letting anyone else notice.

“Wow,” Tris took a deep breath and grinned, “Guess time really does fly, huh?”

She reached up, brushed her hair back over her shoulder with one hand, enjoying the feel of the rain cool against her skin.

“Let’s give Mr Fox a moment before the next hold. Trust me, he needs it. After that, I’ll do one of your requests.”

This time, the redhead gave the intern a sweetly deadly smile.

“Make it a good one, hmm?”

She didn’t actually say ‘or else’ but the signs were definitely there.

[BlackAkuma]

The last thing Keith wanted to seem like was ungrateful - he was fairly certain that it wasn’t every day Tris let someone get thirty seconds of feeling on her thighs, and he knew that just about everyone on that stream would pay money, good money, to switch places with him. He couldn't blame them, it was a good experience.

Might’ve been better if he still had blood flowing to his legs, though.

But all good things must come to end. Or bad things. Or whatever this thing was. The intern spoiled it, earning a look from Tris that could’ve turned the rainfall into snow, but after a long, awkward moment she did as promised and eased up.

”Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Keith flopped back on the mat and deflated, practically melting back into the mat as his body tried to resume something resembling normal operations. He could feel his leg muscles shifting back into place, the numbness wearing off, and yet it still felt like her thighs were attached to his, as if there was a lingering sensation still thrashing against him.

It was weird. But he liked it, being honest.

”Yeah, just a moment. A moment is good.” He threw a thumbs up, then let the arm flop down, as his intern went back to the comments and tried his best not to make eye contact with Tris. And failed. Repeatedly. ”They’re requesting something called…’Mother’s Milk’?”

He sounded confused, and Keith didn’t blame him. That was new to him, too. ”Is that seriously the name of a move? Why’s it called that?”

[Liesmith]

Tris snickered as Keith spoke up, reaching down to deliver a playful slap to his abs.

“Flatterer,” she teased, like that was just what every girl wanted to hear.

But, if the most requested (safe for work) hold had both Keith and his intern perplexed, the Britishwoman brightened up immediately. In complete contrast to the two boys – and really, they’d not heard of that? – she knew exactly what Mother’s Milk was. Knew it and loved it.

First a grapevine, now this? Oh, Keith’s chat was being too good to her. Maybe she’d even forgive Big Ears? Sure, he’d spoiled things before but he’d also just handed her the shiniest of golden opportunities on a burnished silver platter.

The redhead paused as the intern’s gaze met hers, blew him a flirty kiss.

“Seriously,” She confirmed, giving a serious nod, “Absolutely the name of a move. It’s an actual MMA move too, so I guess I can see why maybe you’d not heard of it.”

Which was an answer though probably not the answer they wanted. Tris was also deliberately ignoring the second part of Keith’s question because that’d certainly give the game away. And she wanted to spin things out just a moment longer.

“It’s, uh…” Tris paused, as though she was actually thinking how to explain it, her hand almost absently tracing down the edge of her straining sports bra, “Kind of a speciality of mine actually.”

She curled a finger at the lowest dip of her neckline, pulled down firmly to expose just that little bit more of the deep, shadowed valley of her pale cleavage.

“I call it Nightshade.”

That was probably enough of a hint, she felt, gaze flickering between Keith and his big-eared intern as she waited to see the penny drop.

This ought to be fun.

[BlackAkuma]

The rain was starting to die down a bit. Not going all the way off, just downgrading to a drizzle for the time being, though the thundering in the distance likely meant it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. A good thing for Keith, probably, since he wasn’t too crazy about being constantly splashed in the face on top of everything else going on at the moment, for better or worse.

He was sitting up and doing his best to wipe his face clean as Tris threw an explanation his way, after making the intern blush so hard his face could’ve glowed in the dark. Yeah, MMA wasn’t exactly Keith’s wheelhouse, though, funnily enough, training for it had been one of his options before he’d settled on wrestling. He’d even been thrown a few offers by Black Hole, sort of an up-and-coming mixed fighting outfit that styled itself as the MMA equivalent of LAW.

He’d turned them down, not his thing. He would watch a match every now and then, and he’d had a few of their fighters on the show and could play at caring for it well enough that only the most ardent fans knew he was full of it, but it generally bored him. Wrestling was far more interesting, as he felt his current situation proved.

Keith came out of that idle thought as Tris explained - in her seductive, roundabout way - what the move was getting at. He stared at her for a moment, hands tilting to the side, as she directed his attention to her chest and the gears started turning.

”Oh.” He blinked. ”Oh.” He blinked twice. ”Wait, do they call it that because it’s…” He rolled his eyes. ”Your name is better.”

You learn something new everyday.

Keith laid back down with his arms raised. He still wasn’t 100% what she was about to do - he guessed it was a little more complicated than a simple breast smother - but he was ready. As ready one can be breast-based violence. ”Okay, uh…fire when ready.”