Arlise vs Ishigami

[Lico]

"Huh...?" was all Yuto let out before he gasped in surprise from seeing Arlise lunged towards him from her position. Crap...

His thoughts was to raise his arms to block her, but his body didn't seem to be in sync with his mind completely. Was it because what she said, or because the sight of her breasts from earlier distracted him? Could be both. In any case, he reacted too late. His arms didn't get up in time, and as a result her chest smacked his face lightly before it enveloped his head.

"Mmpphh...!" the boy let out a muffled grunt and squirmed under her.

His legs loosened by reflex as his focus now shifted to getting her off him. His hands would attempt to find her shoulders so he could try pushing her, but time wasn't in his side due to his airways being blocked. One thing that he noticed that now they're being up close and personal was that she smelt nice, but he quickly told himself not to get distracted any further. Right now he should be focusing on regaining his breathing space before she weakened him too much.

[Winter]

Arlise had toyed with outfit selection of late, but the one she currently wore - the snug, comfy, sultry leotard she had commissioned her first month with LAW - proved the perfect aid for these hentai matches, especially when she had a chance to use her chest as a weapon. His features sank into the cleavage spilling from the top and the leotard's cups hugged his cheeks, creating an excellent seal against the cool air of the arena. Even better, though, she could enjoy the sensations herself. His wordless complaint and hot breaths satisfied a none-too-hidden need for control, and she wriggled her form on top of his.

"I knew it."

He did lose his grip on her, switching to another tactic entirely - pushing her. Arlise, so hard to move when she had latched onto an opponent, scarcely budged, and she added another arm to wrap up his head when she could spare it. Grinning at his efforts, she ran her slender fingers through his hair as if she comforted him. "No, Yuto, you don't need to go anywhere."

An unconscious opponent could not tap out nor declare that he wished to quit, however. At that realization, Arlise sighed, but she leaned up enough to spare him a breath - then plopped the fullness of one breath back onto his mouth as she peered down at him. "Do you want to tap? I think you should."

[Lico]

As Arlise wriggling on top of him, rubbing her breasts against his face, Yuto could feel himself twitching, down there as well. She then wrapped another arm around his head to secure the smother, and as if to add the finishing touch to his predicament, she caressed his head. To say it's effective was quite an understatement. His resistance ceased, as if pacified by her motherly act, and in place of his defiance, something else rising up, something that's starting to turn him a little hot and bothered.

"Mmmmmggh..." there's a hint of frustration in his muffled whine, understandably so - he started the match quite well to his standard after all, only to have his opponent turned it around rather easily.

Fortunately, Arlise couldn't smother him out cold, which she seemed to realize as well. That didn't make him any easier for Yuto, however, as she could still take full advantage of her control over him. There was a moment of respite, briefly, and then her breast sealed his mouth and nose again. It didn't take a genius to guess what's Arlise's game here, as her suggestion implied she could just do it over and over to make him weaker and weaker. What's more, the way she said that he should tap, almost sounded like a command, which made him twitched again.

He felt like he'd be damned if he tapped after just a single move, but he barely had a choice as it was. An idea then came to his mind. He tried to hold out his breath for a bit longer, feigning going limp and hope she'd lift herself up again to give him another breather. When she did, his plan would be to raise his legs, bridging himself up before attempting to roll them over.

"Hnnngg...!"

If he succeed, then at the very least he could break the smother while being somewhat on top of her, despite not pinning her or anything. However, he'd still be left vulnerable as he'd need a moment to catch his breath, while his opponent was pretty much still free to do whatever she wanted.

[Winter]

Arlise did enjoy a desperate whine muffled by her own body.

She had learned that early in her wrestling career, before she had come of age and began to engage in more sensually-inclined matches. Having control of a match delighted her in and of itself, giving her a sense of power and purpose, but she had come to learn that the same feelings carried into the bedroom in the past. And she had often possessed so much love of control that she... had not expected what had come over her during some of her earlier encounters in Japan with equally dominant women. Mizaki. Eve. Even Alaina, to some degree.

All the more reason to savor it in the moment and not risk the loss of command over him. She continued to bury him beneath the one breast while the crowd chattered their appreciation as she spilled out of her top in the process. She brushed her spilling red hair aside so they could better see him beneath her, and in the process, she could sense his strains beginning to fade again. Once more she afforded him some freedom before he fell unconscious and proved incredibly difficult to arouse, but she...

Squeaked. He heaved as soon as she shifted her weight off of his head, neck, and shoulders, and in the process, he easily pushed her onto her hip then onto her back and left her staring up into his face, the shock written on her features.

Instincts told her to defend herself, but recent experience informed her not to fully retreat in this situation - she had held the advantage, and as far as she knew, she had twice stolen enough breath to risk smothering him unconscious. Rather than wither, she merely protected her neck from any grappling attempts and pressed her legs up into his. "No, you don't..."

In a technical masterclass, her legs coiled until she had worked her calves between his, and she spread her legs, forcing his open in the grapevine hold.

...Gravity ensured that she felt the stiffness that "pricked" her nether regions as the hold forced their hips together. Again, her face came alight with mischief.

"If you enjoyed it so much, why try to escape?"

[Lico]

It came off as a surprise to some, including Arlise from the look of it, that Yuto was actually able to break free from her smothering. Unfortunately, he was a little too weakened to make a follow up or even to use the chance to get away from her. He had to breathe first, and the few seconds he spent doing nothing but that was all it took for his opponent to regain control.

"Gah...!" the boy gasped as her legs seized his, spreading them apart to hold him in the grapevine position, his bulge bumped onto her nether region as a result. "Urrg..."

His cheeks flushed at the realization, and her teasing expression made him had a look of guilt on his face. Even though his hands were still free, he couldn't really escape her grasps as it was. He did try to pull his legs to lessen the straining, but Arlise was fresher than him after all the smother he went through, and as such she had the physical advantage over him.

"I... uh... I don't... I mean..." Yuto averted his eyes, not ready to admit it yet despite the evidence. "...t-this is a match...!" he argued, before trying to pin her arms with his hands to prevent her from rendering him fully helpless...

...assuming she hadn't acted first while he got flustered for a moment.

[Winter]

The temptation to thrust up against him struck her.

It surprised even her, since she had felt compelled to act so... carefully in these more hentai-oriented matches of late. The rush of boldness that filled her at the feeling and the sight of his reaction to her came as a welcome pleasure. She wanted to shed the tentative woman who had developed after her first few months of matches in favor of one who could thrive in these matches and in these situations. ...But, fortunately for Yuto, Arlise did not favor such crude expressions of sexuality, and she chose only to wield her teasing words against him... and a lick of her lips.

"And that match is exciting you, I think."

He continued to resist, and before Arlise could plot further, he pinned down her arms. With her already heated beneath her leotard from her success, the flush having reached her neck and upper thighs, she could not entirely say she minded the sensation of having her arms pinned... if only because she didn't see any other signs of offense from him. Though she had to strain her core muscles, back, and legs, she relished holding him in the grapevine for a few seconds longer before she decided she had started wasting energy.

She should return the favor.

Letting her legs unwind from his all at once so he fell flat atop her, her legs scooted higher until one creamy, thick thigh slapped against one side of his waist and the other clasped on the other side. Once her ankles had crossed behind his back and those legs had straightened, bulging with power, she had secured her own bodyscissor, lower on his waist than one typically might apply it - in perfect position for his crotch to nestle tightly against hers, leaving her feeling the outline of his masculinity.

"This is a hold. Are you going to get out, or do you even want to?", she too-sweetly asked him.

[Lico]

So Yuto was able to pin Arlise's arms, but he's pretty much stuck there. If she decided to stretch him further with her legs, then he probably would be in real trouble. It didn't help that his bulge being pressed against her covered crotch making it harder for him to decided. Should he retreat, should he try to stay on top of her somehow?

"Y-yeah... that's, uh... the benefit of the job... I guess...?" he smiled wryly at her, trying to play it cool but clearly faltering.

He then felt she released his legs, but hers quickly shifted their position to catch his midsection in a body scissor instead. While this didn't change too much of his positioning above her, Arlise now had a better control of the situation since it'd be easier for her to squeeze his trapped form without really straining herself as well.

'A-ack...!" Yuto groaned and winced, his hold on her arms loosening. "I... I'm trying..." he replied, unconvincingly, his hands reluctantly reach back to try loosening her legs.

Of course by doing so he freed her hands to do as she pleased, but what other choices do he had at this point? The longer she trapped him, the more his body would react, and she probably could already feel a faint throb from his pants every now and then.