Bruce "King" Torvalds vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom - Best 2 out of 3 Reverse Hentai Match

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce opened his eyes and found himself outside of LAW and outside of his mind. Laying in a shallow pond filled with water lilies, the hot sun above beat down on him. Bruce's lazy body struggled to move and seek shelter, but then a single giant pink flower in the sky slipped itself between Bruce and the searing heat. The flowery eclipse brought a shade of relief. From every part, the flower in the sky glistened with nectar. Droplets coalesced on the petals and stamen, then fell like light rain down onto Bruce's face. Drops of nectar fell onto his cheeks, lips, and tongue. He tasted salt and bittersweetness. Hm. Pretty good. Then, a rush of relief and peace spread throughout Bruce's body. The spicy inferno in his mouth disappeared. The pain in his head and balls subsided.

Bruce's limbs felt numb, but he was content to stay where he was, lying there in the water. Damn, the Feywild is pretty nice. I think I'll stay here for a little bit. Maybe just... take a nap. Bruce closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue to catch more of the magical pain-relieving nectar falling from the magical flower in the sky.

Bruce woke up to find himself in a different world where pain-soothing nectar rained down from a flower in the sky

The Feywild may be a land of beauty and honey, but as the Satyrs sometimes say, "Travelers distracted by vice may pay a hefty price!"

Suddenly, the magical healing pink flower in the clouds descended from the sky and down onto Bruce's face. The petals, wet with nectar, closed around Bruce's mouth and nose. "Mmmffmmff" The devil was muzzled, and his heart beat faster as the flower engulfed and suffocated him. The pistil raked its erect nub and spread its juices across his lips and nose and eyes. Bruce tried to resist, but his body was still numb with weakness, and his strength was returning too slowly. The corolla wrapped tightly around his neck in a vice grip.

Even while the flower was killing him, Bruce was magically drawn in by the deadly fey plant's enthralling hymn. "Bruuuucey. Brucey-butter-dee-loo... How's about you wake on up and...Gimme a lil nibble huh?" An otherworldly compulsion drew out Bruce's tongue to serve the pleasure of the fauna that had captured him. His nose waded through the layers of petals. Bruce's lips bit softly into the erect nub of the pistil. He greedily drank the flower's nectar, and the more he drank, the less pain he felt from his Earthly injuries. Bruce's tongue traced itself down the pistil and deeper into the flower, down towards the source of the analgesic juices...

Suddenly, the magical healing pink flower in the clouds descended from the sky and down onto Bruce's face

The petals wrapped tightly around his neck in a vice grip.

A concerned voice with a Brooklyn accent called out from afar. "She's trying to rub one off on your mug, Boss!"

Bruce recognized the voice and his tongue retreated from the inside of the flower. Joey?

Wood clanged against aluminum as a woman with a katana stood atop the metal bleachers in getas and yelled out "Don't let her cum while she's on top!"

Devil girl. "I never thought I'd say this, but put away that tongue!"

Bruiser. "Get out of there, King!"

Kiyomi! Everyone! Shit! Bruce finally realized his crew was calling out to him. The pain in his head and groin reappeared. The spiciness returned to his mouth. Reality slowly began returning to Bruce in pieces, along with a momentary surge of energy. Time to get out of this fucken rabbit hole!

Bruce's arms regained a facsimile of strength as his hands slapped and gripped hard onto Shimmerlace's ass, using her curvature as handles. With as much strength as the dazed devil could muster, Bruce pushed and heaved and attempted to roll Shimmerlace off of him. But, he could feel the fairy's glutes tighten below her fat rump, and her thighs squeezed tighter, cutting off Bruce's air. Bruce's lower back arched, and his abs tensed in desperation as the vice tightened. His waist and legs blindly shifted across the ring floor, searching for any point of leverage to knock the fairy off before his oxygen ran out. During the struggle, Bruce's belt unbuckled, and his pants came loose. Bruce's lower torso fell up and down, his ass dragged along the floor, and before long, his pants slid halfway down his legs. The grand entrance of Bruce's exposed speedo was quickly upstaged when his cock popped out and slapped against his navel. The horny devil's lasciviousness was on full display for all to see. "Mmmfmmfff" Shimmerlace's pussy muffled the devil's desperate moans. Eventually, the devil's fiery resistance subsided to a low simmer beneath the fey as his erect cock wagged side to side in tandem with the helpless gyration of his hips. For the time being, it seemed that the Hunted had captured the Hunter.

During Bruce's failed escape, his pants slid down, and his cock slipped out of his speedo, fully exposed.

[Malkavia]

And there...he...was.

(Inside her)

Honestly, she hadn't expected him to oblige half so quickly or with a quarter of the vigor. She had staged a look, elbows on the ground, chin cupped in her palm as she craned her neck around to watch him struggle. It was supposed to look smug. But that didn't last terribly long once his tongue started lapping at her folds.

"Aaah—Well I...Hoo...!"

His tongue was warm. And firm. It was a muscle after all, wasn't it? A crafty little cunt. In her cunt. Sliding from one end of her vagina, up along the lips, to the clit, slick and cheeky and making her shiver for every inch. Her hands squeezed her cheeks, then slid up to her sweat-soaked forehead, leaving white imprints behind.

"Let's....goooo...BRUCEY!" She was panting like a dog by the time Bruce's little friends started chiming in.

Boys and girls, devils and yakuza. Shimmerlace noticed the devil girl especially. The one who'd been...drooling, was the proper term, at the prospect of topping ol' Bruce.

I wonder how homegirl's feeling right now?

Bit jealous, perhaps?

...Bruce was getting to be a problem, though, now that he was awake. He bucked and tried to play the hero, but—alas. Down he went. Thud on the mat, while Shim's now sopping pussy slid over his lips.

His cock slipped out of his briefs.

It was so...sweet. Flopping there at an odd angle, clenching, struggling to reach its full length. Shimmerlace's jaw slackened. "Fffuck..." One of her hands slid between Bruce and the feychild, to give his mouth a little help in stoking her fire.

And while the warm slither of pleasure wormed its way through her cunt, up her navel, and out her mouth with a pleased little gasp — as she sat triumphant on Bruce's face — her eyes caught the devil girl's. Hot little number, she was, with her frosty bangs and piercing red eyes. Tits weren't bad either. Shimmerlace held her look for a beat, then grinned.

"I woooooonder..." Her hand brushed over the length of Bruce's manhood, ticklish, all without dropping Miss Devil's eyes for an instant. "He's pretty excited here. Does he get this hard and long for you good folks? On—oh what was it. Taco Tuesday?"

Her fingers curled around the base of his erect cock. Precum glistened at the tip, and when she squeezed her legs and leaned forward so she could brush over his head and lap it down, the taste was salty. She draped her tongue over the head, drawing a circle while she shot one last look to her mark in the crowd.

She was going to deepthroat her cocky little devil. She'd been practicing for this moment—toying with variously sized dildos, and a few...helpful volunteers, following Eleanor's advice as she went. Take it slow and open your throat. Slowing down can make it real intense for some guys. Worst case scenario, you might have to swallow a few times as you work your way down -- and that might make them even happier.

Bruce was the biggest she'd ever taken.

But she took him. Down, deep. And yeah, she had to swallow, and squeeze his whole, thick member as her tongue caressed and played with the place where the loose skin around his dick met his head...before she rose, sucking off his now-slick cock, as she began to sixty-nine Bruce with all the fey wiles in her practiced, wicked heart.