Battle in Black and White: Blanco Sombra vs. The Morrigan

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oh, God …” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan had her way with his rigid, aching manhood. There was no doubt that the dominatrix was firmly in control, Blanco just had to hang in there and hope he could survive this. Blanco draped an arm over his face, trying to his hide growing shame. Holly was beside herself at ringside, and Blanco couldn’t help but feel like he was failing her personally, Morrigan taking full advantage of him in every sense of the word! Between his back folding in on itself and his legs squirming miserably as she fondled him straining member that felt like it could burst out of his trunks at any moment, Blanco was feeling shame and misery wash over him in waves!

“AAGH!” Blanco cried out as Morrigan smacked his balls, but that was just the beginning. With seeming ease, the slender luchador was flipped around, his upper body swinging out as Morrigan repositioned him. Blanco took a breath, bracing himself. He couldn’t tell what was coming, he just knew it would be devastating … and he turned out to be right, as Morrigan swung him down and drove him hard into the mat with a powerbomb!

“NO!” Blanco cried out, just as his body was smashed into the canvas. Morrigan didn’t break her grip, folding him against the mat and trying to put him away with a pinfall. Legs in the air, arms played overhead, Blanco stared up at the lights. The crowd went silent, many of them sure that this was the end for him, while Holly waited with baited breath …

”TWO!”

Blanco took a deep breath, then bucked his hips. He threw an arm overhead, forcing his shoulder off the mat! The move twisted his already-tortured back, but it made the referee stop the count, keeping him alive. Fans in the crowd cheering at the surprise kick out, Blanco tried to roll out from between Morrigan’s legs, to crawl away from her.

Out of everyone in the arena, however, no one was more relieved than Holly. Releasing a breath at Blanco’s kick out, Holly’s ample chest heaved in her tight dress as she wiped sweat from her brow. Composing herself, Holly gave Sabine a nervous look, while clapping encouragingly for the action in the ring to continue …

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd was relieved at Blanco’s kickout, and really, so was Morrigan. While she didn’t want to pussyfoot around and go easy on the man, knowing that Sabine would get on her if she held back too much, she was having too much fun for this to end so soon. She wanted to squeeze as much as possible from this experience. Get the most out of her fun little toy. She had some ideas on how to start bringing this to a close, and that wasn’t quite it.

She stayed sitting for a moment as Blanco rolled away and gave him a polite clap, cheering along with the audience as he continued to show his gusto, fighting on with impressive fortitude. She had to give the man credit, he had great stamina. Could see why a girl like Holly would go for him. So brave, so steadfast, so strong. Probably a fucking monster in bed, especially if the little monster in his tights was any indication.

She let him go for a couple of feet before she reached over and grabbed him by the ankle to drag him back her way. She flipped him over on his back and crawled over him, letting her warm flesh slither along his body until they were face to face once more, pressing down on him with a lover’s embrace. For a moment, it even seemed like she might take him in a kiss, but she instead gripped his head and forced it to the side, forcing him to stare at his lady love.

”Bringing this to a close soon, don’t worry.” She whispered right into his ear, throwing in the occasional lick for punctuation. ”Just want you to know, though…you’ve got this fire in me. This heat. If this was a hentai match, if I could get away with it? You’d be inside me right now. Thrusting. Grinding. Fucking. I’d be all over you while she watched, and I would make you shriek.” She had a long, shuddering breath as she pictured it, making his body tremble along with hers. ”Dream of me tonight, Blanco. That’s an order.”

She sighed, pushed off of him, and gave her opponent a stiff punch in the chest before she dismounted him and stood back up, rising with a satisfied smile.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco’s efforts to get to the ropes were taking some effort. Trembling body crawling across the canvas, Blanco tried to focus his eyes on the mortified Holly waiting for him outside the ring. Seeing her there, chewing her lip, ample bust pressed together between her worried arms, wasn’t doing much to help his current mix of pained, humiliated and painfully horny … but at least it was a distraction from the overwhelming pain radiating through his spine. Holly watched with baited breath, walking toward the ring and holding out a hand for him to grasp at. Desperately, she reached for him, hoping she could pull him to safety … only for Morrigan to grab his ankle, and yank him away!

“Noo!” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan climbed on top of his body once again. Blanco writhed and moaned beneath Morrigan’s body. Her heat washed over him, making him tremble. Somehow, he managed to get even harder as she threatened him. Blanco winced, knowing that she was right, and there was precious little he could do about it!

“GGHAAAH!” Blanco let out a loud grunt as Morrigan slammed a blow into his chest to knock the wind out of him. Blanco wrapped his arms around his chest and rolled over. Getting to his knees, Blanco stumbled to the ropes and hung off them. Coughing and gagging, Blanco hung on the ropes with his eyes closed tight, trying to suck some air back into his lungs. This was the point at which Holly had enough.

"Keep her back, ref!" Holly shouted from ringside. "He's on the ropes, come on!" Holly put on her best indignant voice, which being British was a pretty impressive effort. She stiffened her upper lip, but her furrowed brow and the tears shining out from beneath her glasses betrayed how worried she really was. Holly gave a fearful look toward Morrigan, knowing that no matter how much posturing and begging the referee she tried to engage in, the Irish dominatrix was on a roll and there was precious little the British Bombshell could do about it!

[BlackAkuma]

As all this transpired, Sabine watched on from the ringside, looking on as Holly and Blanco had their moment. She took a step towards the Briton when she reached out for her love, thinking that she might interfere and make her intervention necessary, but thankfully, that turned out not to be the case. She was energetic and worried about her partner, but not so much that she would make the rather foolhardy move to get between Morrigan and her prey.

That being said, her troubles were hardly at an end. Morrigan had her way with Blanco, riling him up, playing the mind games that were the cornerstone of their strategy as a tag team…though, perhaps she was leaning into the routine too much. Something about the look in his eyes, the time she was taking the area he was moving to, all sent warning klaxons ringing in her ears.

The Morrigan, however, didn’t hear them.

”What’s that? You want me to back off, do you?” She blew a kiss Holly’s way and reached down to give Blanco a quick spank on the ass, before the referee made them part ways. ”Okay. I’ll back off. Just like…”

She bolted off in the opposite direction with a sudden head of steam, hit the ropes, and roared back towards Blanco, forcing the referee to run for dear life. With a cry, she lifted her knee and attempted to ram it straight into his skull, attempting to make him the first to suffer her signature in LAW - a move she called: “Lights Out!”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco struggled against the ropes, arms hanging out of the ring as he shook his head. The luchador was dangling there, his backside presenting a perfect target for Morrigan. His broad back was stretched out over the ropes, his ass dangling pathetically from the ropes presenting a perfect target. Blanco knew the attack was coming, it had to be. The only question was, would he be able to do anything about it, when it did?

“AH!” Blanco cried out as Morrigan smacked him across his toned cheeks. The smack made Holly gasp, but it also made Blanco’s eyes shoot open. It was yet another emasculating strike, but it was one that snapped him back to reality. Blanco shook his head, trying to shake off the sweat matting his hair over his mask. He could hear Morrigan shouting at the lot of them, readying herself for an attack. The thunderous sound of her boots hitting the mat as she broke into a full run was his only warning, letting him know he just had a few more moments before it would be too late …

“NO!” Blanco shouted, as he threw himself back and around, using the ropes to roll out of Morrigan’s path at the last possible moment. Morrigan must have committed completely to the strike, as her leg went through the ropes, hanging her up! Forcing himself to stand up, Blanco used the momentary surge of adrenaline to jump up, swinging an enzuigiri kick to the back of Morrigan’s skull while she was stuck in the ring ropes!

[BlackAkuma]

From her position, Sabine could see that the little spank Morrigan gave Blanco woke him, leaving him fully aware and, thus, quite likely to avoid her attack. Knowing this, she could have warned her partner. Just a single word. It would have cost her little.

She could have done a lot of things, however. In the end, she felt that some lessons were better left learned the hard way.

The Morrigan’s time came when she went to knee Blanco’s head off, only to find that said head was curiously absent. She let out a profoundly unsexy squawk as her leg shot through the middle rope and wound up tangled, her meaty thigh ensnared to leave her hopping on one foot. ”Gotta be fucking kidding me, gotta be-”

It left her open, and vulnerable, and Blanco was wise to capitalize, hitting her with a swift kick to the back of her head. It wasn’t enough to knock her clean out, but it did turn her legs to jelly, and she wound flopping to her back while she nursed her aching skull, hanging there with her leg still stuck in the ropes and her impressive chest flopping about.

[Luncha_Libre]

With the quick reversal, the crowd was starting to rally. Holly was silent, however, watching the in-ring action with both hands over her mouth. Blanco had managed to rock Morrigan just moments after she’d completely dominated him, and she knew all too well how quickly a recovery like this could turn into yet another heartbreaking, crushing defeat.

Blanco seemed aware of this, keeping himself on his feet and clutching the top rope with one hand for dear life. With the other, he pressed a hand into his aching lower back. The luchador shook his head, backed off by a step or two, and sized up his competition. Morrigan was looking less than dominant, dangling on the ropes, thick thighs tied up and that impressive chest dangling as she hung up on the ropes. Shaking his head, Blanco gripped the rope, and readied himself to take some big swings in an effort to turn things around.

“Keep it moving,” Blanco said to himself, as he threw himself up and over the ropes. Coming down onto the apron, Blanco landed boots down, with his elbow coming down hard onto Morrigan as she hung up on the ropes. Then, Blanco turned, hooking Morrigan into a three-quarter face lock, her chin tucked tight against his shoulder. The crowd stared to raise their voices in anticipation of what was coming, and Blanco took a deep breath.

Then, the luchador threw himself backward, kicking his legs up and over. He went straight up into the air, swinging back over Morrigan and pulling her into the ring to come crashing down with an extremely modified shiranui over the ropes, smashing her head down to the canvas back in the ring!

[BlackAkuma]

”Hey! Hey, Sabine!”

Sabine, who had taken the opportunity to prop her elbows up on the apron and get a good view of her partner’s mounting distress, looked on with a curious eye. The Morrigan dangled about like a side of beef on a rack, helpless and flailing. The German was too polite to laugh at her friend, but she couldn't resist a small, knowing smile. ”Yes, dear?”

”Don’t just fucking stand there, untangle me!”

Sabine canted her head from side to side as if seriously considering the idea, before she waved it off. ”No, I do not think I will.” She pointed towards Blanco, who was preparing to make the most of the situation. ”Eyes up.”

But Blanco was already on the move, cashing in what energy he had left to make the most of his excellent timing. Sabine didn’t know what he was doing at first when he leaped over the ropes to the apron, but it was made apparent soon enough the facelock. She wasn’t sure if he could pull of the maneuver, but he proved her wrong, flipping up and over and bringing Morrigan down hard. An impressive maneuver.

The Morrigan seemed less than thrilled. ”Bloody fuck fuck!” She rolled about, side to side, kicking her legs as she tried to deal with the pain. Tough as she was, the sudden turnaround was having a deep effect.

[Luncha_Libre]

"Agh!" Blanco came down hard on the canvas, but his fall was controlled. He was able to roll out, distributing the impact across his back as he rolled to his hands and knees. Morrigan wasn't so lucky, her body dumped off the ropes and her jaw racked across Blanco's shoulder! The luchador watched her thrash about, feeling glad his move seemed effective.

Blanco remained on all fours a moment, even as the ref insisted they get to their feet. The crowd started a chant, trying to will the fighters to their feet. Shaking a bit, Blanco started to push thru the pain and rise to his feet ...

"Come on Mister, you've got her on the ropes!" Holly shouted, bouncing up and down as she tried to rally her man. "Or you did, then you did that slam thingie ... whatever! You know that I mean!" As Holly raved, Blanco pumped his fist, catching his breath as he staggered to his feet. Reaching down, Blanco took Morrigan by the wrist, twisting her arm into a wrist lock.

"Let's get your back in the ring," Blanco said, planting a foot on one of Morrigan's ample breasts as he took position over her. Then, the luchador fell back, using the leverage of his foot on her chest and her wrist in his grip to roll over, and throw Morrigan back toward the center of the ring!

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, what the actual fuck was all this nonsense?

The Morrigan had been in control. She’d been wiping the floor with him. Dominating. Whenever she sparred with her slaves, it had always been a downward hill once she started laying on the charm. She might have to hit them with solid moves to keep them pacified, but she never lost control. Not like this. Not to this degree. From the tent he’d pitched in his trunks, the man shouldn’t have been able to form a coherent thought, much less come up with any real offense.

And yet, despite all logic, she was the one getting bullied around the ring all of a sudden. She had just started to rise when the man came over and seized her arm, taking control with a simple twist of the arm. His foot pushed against her breast, and the next thing she knew, she was being hurled across the ring with surprising ease, a path that came to an abrupt halt when she crashed down on her back.

It wasn’t a good look. At all. The Morrigan did her best to keep composure, but she could help but smack the mat in frustration as she rolled over and tried to stand again, glaring his way from her good eye as she did. ”Yeah, okay, enjoy it while it lasts…”