Arlise vs Ishigami

[Lico]

"Gah...!" Yuto gasped audibly as Arlise released him, panting for a bit.

He wasn't really close to fainting, but there was a more dangerous feeling that was lurking, which was being slowly getting used to the sensations of her body trapping him, as well as her scent becoming his air. His excitement remained as he looked at her with a rather dazed look, the brief moment of silence between them flew in slow motion until the voice of the crowds snapped him out of it.

"H-hmph..." he pouted slightly, trying not to look like he's eager with his task.

Once he caught his breath, Yuto shifted himself so he could sit up and lift her legs, then started removing her leggings like she instructed. Once they're off, he took a moment to feast on the smooth skin of her toned legs, as well as glancing at her soles and toes, although he's unsure if those were also parts of what she wanted him to worship.

For now, he decided to start with her calves. A couple of soft kisses on each, starting from the lower parts and then working his way up, making sure he covered most of them. It felt a little awkward and embarrassing at first, but once he moved halfway up, it seemed more natural to the point he felt himself twitching every now and then. He could only wonder whether she noticed that through his dark colored pants or not.

The boy glanced at her to subtly confirm that, before he moved to her thighs. The kisses on them were firmer, and so was his reaction to the sensation. He'd have liked to stay squeezed between her strong legs for a while, but there should be more opportunities for that later, or so he guessed - or half wished. Yuto kept on kissing her thighs without really keeping track of the time, seemingly getting engrossed with his task that even the ref seemed to hesitate stopping him once the allotted worship time was up.

[Winter]

One legging gone, then the other. To think that she had rarely, if ever, lost parts of her wrestling gear during a match before recent weeks. Now she had taken to asking to have parts removed, and neither she nor the crowd saw fit to complain.

"I could suspect you have done that a time or two," she teased. The rest he seemed to have done a time or two, as well. Arlise brushed her hair back to watch what began as an... awkward, but nonetheless appealing, round of worship on her toned calves. Lips on bare skin could stir emotion in any woman, however, and she found herself satisfied enough that she began to all but decline. But as he continued, the kisses became more deliberate and impassioned, and she glanced again at his manhood to see it became more impassioned, too. The temptation to turn him into a joystick - to take more control - struck her, but she began to see a design for this match.

She could mold this into a show of dominance the crowd had not yet witnessed from her, and to do so... she should keep her composure and perhaps even hold her tongue.

For the moment, anyway.

By the time he had reached her thighs, she had nearly settled into a dream-like state from the contact and the attention, but the approaching referee and the rising cries of a crowd that wanted more action broke her from her reverie. She sighed and reached across their bodies to lightly tug at his hair so he would look at her. She ruffled it as she raised her eyebrows. "I know I am addicting... but I have to make you tap a second time for more of this fun."

[Lico]

Yuto looked a little surprised as Arlise tugged his hair, stopping him from what he's doing. Her comments and the hand ruffling on his hair made his cheeks blushed as he realized that he probably had gone a little too deep with the worshipping. And to think this was just her legs...

He didn't really want to imagine how a certain body part of her would affect him. Maybe he did, or didn't. Shit, he couldn't decide at all. Even his indecision made him felt a twitch between his legs.

"R-right..." he gave her a timid nod.

He let go of her legs, not really sure how the match would continue once the worship session was over, but he doubted going for an attack would go well for him with her legs surrounding him and her hand on his head. If she let him go as well, he'd try to stand up assuming that's what they should do to restart the match. Although since the ref wasn't really separating them or anything, it seemed like nothing would stop Arlise if she decided to pull him into another hold right then and there.

[Winter]

She did consider trapping him in another hold.

Arlise supposed nothing said she couldn't continue the match even with him at a clear disadvantage. She too had noticed the ref giving them leeway, and though she glanced at the woman as if to confirm what they should do next, she saw no obvious answer to her unspoken question. The woman looked at them expectantly. The Belgian beauty's eyes whirled back to Yuto, pondering the merits of forcing him to tap yet again without providing him a chance to defend himself. Her heated body wanted to coil against his again, too, and force him to surrender.

Honor won the internal battle, but not without her strongly considering the amusement - both her own and the crowd's - of snaring Yuto once more.

She patted his hair once more before fully freeing him, and she stood as he did. The ref, taking their cue, stepped forward and placed hands on both of their shoulders before declaring they could resume, and the crowd seemed pleased with this result anyway, lifting as the redhead once more hopped into action on the balls of her feet and began circling him.

"Let's have you do that again," she crooned, and her eyes peeped down at his arousal again as if to dare him to pretend like he did not wish for her to capture him again.

She wanted to take advantage of that... and quickly.

She abandoned all thought of a second lock-up with him, as she might have attempted in a standard match. Instead, she dove low, trying to capture one of his legs and twist him to the canvas with a single-leg takedown.

[Lico]

"Uh... it... won't be that easy..." Yuto tried to play tough even if Arlise had shown how she demolished him with relative ease in their first set of exchanges.

In truth, his thoughts were still in a mess even when he managed to stand up. The sensation of her body being all over him was still lingering, and looking at her certainly didn't help in that department. He tried to regain his focus, try being the keyword, and as Arlise made her move, he rose up his arms thinking it'd be another lockup. Suffice to say it was a mistake.

"Woaahh...!" the boy yelped in surprise as she took his leg instead and took him down to the mats. "Ugh...!"

So much for trying not to make it easy for her.

Yuto tried to scramble as quick as he could, turning himself around and attempting to crawl away from Arlise before she could fully lock his captured leg in a hold. Even if he succeeded, he'd still showing her his back, not to mention he might be heading towards the ropes or the corner without fully realizing it.

[Winter]

Whether he made it easy or not, Arlise had plans.

She had worked his head and torso before - now she would work his legs... or more specifically, something between those legs that had betrayed his feelings. Mischief had already begun to play at her red-painted lips as she successfully gripped him by the leg, twisted, and sent him to the mat, and once he had landed, the redhead didn't intend to let him go.

While his struggle to slip away nearly succeeded, she latched her claws, almost literally, into his pants to keep him from freeing himself. "No, no - you don't truly want to..." She paused once she had caught him so she could dig her heels into the mat and pull the leg against her stomach. "...escape. All the fun is here with me."

With an obvious technical efficiency, she stepped over the leg and pulled it beneath her arm. Her feet shuffled back, and the leg bent over his back into a single-leg Boston Crab that left him... so, so exposed. Arlise waited before she squatted, briefly relying on her core and arm strength to hold him up by that leg, and while the other leg dangled, the crowd and the cameras got a fine look at everything between his legs.

"Everyone... can see what I've done to you," she informed him, before she dropped into a squat, her butt landing on the small of his back, and fully locked in the hold.

[Lico]

Yuto wasn't able to escape from Arlise who refused to let his leg go, but his chances wasn't exactly zero either since his squirming was making it difficult for her to secure her hold on his captured limb. And then he felt her hand between his legs, cupping his bulge, which made him froze abruptly.

"Gah...!" he gasped, his manhood throbbed against her hand from inside his pants.

She did nothing further in that area, but the disruption gave her more than enough time to finish the job. With his resistance halted, Yuto soon found his lower half was bent backwards in the single leg Boston Crab position, with her weight on his back to prevent him from moving around too much. What's more, the position exposed his bulge to the cheering crowds, who were now expecting something more from this situation.

"U-ugghh..." the boy looked flustered, unsure of what to do as his options were very limited.

The ropes weren't that far away, but he'd have to drag himself with her on top of him, making the task virtually almost impossible even if she didn't do anything further with the hold, which he doubted. He couldn't help but to think of her hand on his nether region as well, wondering what she's going to do to him there. Even just thinking about the possibilities already making him twitch again, almost as if he's wishing she'd do more than just coping a feel.

In the end, he did try crawling towards the ropes a little to see her reactions. He might not want to escape just like she claimed, but as far as the match was concerned, he needed to.

[Winter]

Arlise might have gripped at him for the practicality of keeping him away from the ropes, but as he continued to struggle for escape... the temptation to take a proper handful to lock him down became overbearing.

She told herself she did not want to do so for her benefit, but to maintain the pressure. To see how he reacted. She wanted to witness what a second, tighter grip could elicit if he had gasped that loudly at her grasping at him only to hold him in place - for strictly the purpose of winning, of course. ...But mischief-making paired with the red hair, and once Arlise comfied up in the hold, using his back as her throne and whipping her hair to give the cameras a glamorous shot of her in control, her eyes wandered back down to his split legs and what lay between them.

Feeling him starting to squirm only egged her further, and the Belgian beauty scrunched up her face to resist - a token effort really.

"You shouldn't go, Yuto," she said over her shoulder, as her hand again wandered down to his crotch. This time, she did not hold to the material, but her palm rubbed over his package, just subtly enough that the cameras would not pick up on her mischief too quickly. "I know of a good way to hold you here, and you might end up tapping again. I can't say for sure." The palm turned into a momentary grip before her fingers wandered up the length of him like a pianist's might along the keys.

Done with teasing, she grabbed him in a tight, concerning, but not painful, grip.

[Lico]

Yuto felt the movement of Arlise's hand, subtle as they were, simply because it's impossible not to feel it. His movement paused again, apart from the twitch in his pants. It's almost frustrating that she only gave him a sneak peek of what she could do for now, given the type of match they were in. It seemed like he could be in for a long night with her.

"Nnggg..." he suppressed his moan, his lower half wriggled a little until he felt her grip tightened almost like a warning. "M-maybe... I can be convinced more..." he said half jokingly.

It became increasingly clear to Yuto that he might not be able to reach the ropes like this, but he also not ready to tap again so quickly after the first one. Unfortunately for him, the choices weren't really him to made. Right now he's like a puppet on Arlise's string. Whether she made him moan, cry, or tap really was just up to her.

[Winter]

"Oh, you can be certain that I plan to."

The subtle menace in her voice hid beneath seductiveness and the batting of her long, painted eyelashes as she peered over her shoulder at him and leveraged her grip with a squeeze. The audience, having noticed, provided all sorts of recommendations as to what she should do now that she had him. Some sounded particularly pleasant, some anything but. But the Belgian beauty believed no one would ever mistake her for a cruel captor when she had control, lest she had good reason for cruelty.

And he had chosen to react to his struggles with good humor. She liked and appreciated that, and a light bulb went off, telling her how to handle her next attempt to force him to tap. She chewed her lip, caught between logic and desire. She had already broken through her ceiling of boldness in front of the LAW crowd in her match with the lovely Ms. Spencer, but in that match, she had acted so lasciviously during a struggle that required it.

Somehow, it felt more... salacious and scandalous to act so lewdly in a match she had almost completely controlled. She suspected she would once again twist the way the crowd saw her in a way she did not know if she liked, continuing her shift from indomitable Titania to... a temptress. One might even say a cheap temptress.

But people would love her for it. Caught in a mental struggle, she could feel him slipping away, and she clung tightly to that last thought as a knowing smile crossed her face - like she shared a dirty secret with the crowd.

While she did not release his calf from her armpit, keeping him bent, she fully dropped her weight onto his back, relieving some of the pressure of the single-leg Crab variation. She crossed her ankles on his free leg, essentially holding it to the canvas. More comfortable and secure in her balance, she believed she could hold him down under her weight for some time...

...especially since the hand that gripped him let go, only to plunge into the waistband of his pants and take a proper, full-handed grip on him like one would grip a joystick and tugged once, twice, three times before pausing.

"Do you believe me yet?"