Arlise vs Ishigami

[Lico]

Yuto felt some sort if hesitation from Arlise as she just kept holding him for a short while. Perhaps she was caught between two (or even several) minds and it led to indecision. Of course, the moment he tried to capitalize on that and started moving again, she became alerted and made some adjustments to the hold which practically grounded him on the spot.

"Augh...! Tch..." the boy clicked his tongue, wincing slightly, and then he felt her hand snaking into his pants, going for a direct touch on his shaft! "O-ooh...!" Yuto hasped and jolted slightly, his member throbbed in her hand as she tugged it.

He panted a little. Even after she stopped his rod continued to throb some more. Almost begging her to continue. If only they could make a proper eye contact, he bet her gaze could melt his remaining resistance.

"Y-you... can do better than that... nhh..." he dared to taunt her, wondering how she'd react.

[Winter]

The crowd did love her for it.

They grew loud as more of them realized that her hand had disappeared into his pants, and Arlise stifled a satisfied smile - she maintained the overt seduction. The rush of domination that came from holding him between her fingers and sensing his every reaction made that all the easier, too. For all her love of battling with the feminine form and its nuances, she enjoyed that she could command so much about the masculine form with a well-timed grasp at their vunlerability, and her thumb rubbed across him as if to reinforce how easily she could control him.

Surprisingly, he still continued to resist. She licked her lips through a grin as he spoke, looking as if she wondered what sort of evil machinations could leave him desperately sputtering for her. She supposed a few more strokes of her hand would prove pleasant and encouraging of his continued defiance, but she her hand slipped across him another three times before she finally let go and her hand emerged again.

"Of course I can... but you could have had so much more fun."

With so many holds at her disposal, she could have followed up on that threat with nearly anything inspired by her creativity, and indecision brought hesitation. But that hesistation passed quickly with the encouragement of the crowd, and the Belgian beauty continued to work the same leg. She turned to face him, trapped it between her thighs, and folded her legs so one set of toes would press against his crotch while he bent the leg at the knee. At the same time, she reached forward, draping her breasts on his back, and grabbed at his chin, pulling him into the STF.

[Lico]

"Hnng...!" Yuto moaned as he felt Arlise's hand moved again, another three strokes before she withdrew it completely. "G-gaah..." there's a hint of disappointment from his whining that she didn't keep going, but he kinda brought that on himself. "I... I guess..." he mumbled so only her could hear him.

Her torment didn't stop there, however. With her being fully in control, Arlise then switched things up again, smoothly transitioning the hold into another without him being able to resist at all. The toes on his crotch kept him in check, allowed her to then put him into the STF with some interesting twist which got the crowds going. Everything seemed to happen too quick for Yuto that he only felt her body slithering all over him before he was locked by her again.

"A-ack..." the boy looked like he realized that there's no getting out of this position as well, even more so than the last one, his hand could only flail harmlessly towards the ropes which still far away.

His manhood throbbed against her toes. It dawned upon him that she could just wriggling those digits to tease him for as long as she wanted and there's nothing he could do to stop her. Maybe she could even force him to make a mess in his pants just from doing so, and how embarrassing it'd be, even for his standards. The thoughts only made him throbbed some more, his thoughts a mixture of panic and excitement at the same time.

[Winter]

"Now see what you've done. You can think about what you missed by being so stubborn."

Though it sounded as if Arlise chided him - all the more so due to her central European accent - amusement painted her words as she coiled around him and spoke into his ear. It did not take her a great deal of effort from such a dominant position to ride out his attempts at pawing his way toward the ropes, and she flipped her hair and smiled for a nearby camera as she lorded atop his back. With her body already warmed, she did not fail to enjoy her chest pressed to his writhing back, either.

And she had not even begun to leverage the position of her foot between his legs. Her eyes lit up as if the idea had already slipped her mind, and the smile at the camera turned to one of mischief. "Oh... and there is this." She flexed her toes against his manhood before she shoved the whole foot more tightly against him, not nearly enough to harm any important parts but enough to give him a start and further stimulate his sensitivities.

...She could do quite a bit from this position, come to think of it. While she twisted her foot into his crotch, she reached around to where his chest lay stretched and exposed by the hold to run a fingernail around one of his nipples, and to her surprise... the increasingly wild cries of the crowd could not have pleased her more. She provided them with a show - one she enjoyed herself.

"Don't you want to tap?", she asked, squeezing her legs together around his and pulling back more on his neck to encourage him.

[Lico]

"Guh... such is life..." Yuto mumbled in response to Arlise's playful chide. "Hnngg...!" then tried to suppress a moan as she began to utilize her foot on his crotch, although she surely could feel it throbbed against it. "Y-you're one crafty lady..."

His predicament didn't end there, for the better of worse. While he's trying to think about how he'd get out of this mess, her free hand came to his chest, a finger circling on his nipple. The boy gasped and twitched, down there as well. She's clearly having fun toying with him, and as much as a part of him enjoying how she's been dismantling his resistance somewhat casually, this wasn't really a position he could stay in for too long, especially with her starting to crank up on the hold.

"Aarrgg..." Yuto squirmed a little more, but eventually realized he simply had no way out of this situation apart from tapping.

And so he tapped, rather begrudgingly, or at least acting like he was. After all he got to worship her some more, so it wasn't really a bad deal from his point of view. In fact, the thought of it made his member throbbed again, which she probably would feel again since she hadn't released him.

[Winter]

He seemed a good sort.

Even with Arlise torturing and bending him, he still possessed a good attitude, by the sound of it. While she saw no issue in teasing an opponent that she had captured, they did not always respond so positively. His banter in return almost had her laughing, and she could not recall that happening before - not in an official match, anyway. "Oh, you do have the right of it," she retorted when he called her crafty. She could not think of many better compliments in this situation.

But all good things had to come to an end, and as she levered into him, he tapped. A good thing - she might have grown tired in the complicated, tangled position for much longer. And seeing him tap a second time in the same match... she couldn't pay for that sort of satisfaction. She freed his neck almost immediately, but her legs remained tangled with his only long enough for her to press her foot more tightly into his crotch once more before rising to the appreciative chanting of the crowd. She blew them a kiss... but she crafted a masterpiece in the ring. It deserved her undivided attention.

She stepped around him like a domineering master inspecting her slave, hands on her hips, and waited until he began to rise before she reached to tug at his hair. "I need you to come with me," she told him, as the ref signaled for the worship session to begin. She kept her tugs strict but not painful, and after several steps, they reached the corner. She lorded over him again and jabbed a finger at the turnbuckle.

"Why don't you take a seat there? And then I will, too."

[Lico]

"Nngh..." the little squeeze from Arlise's foot on his crotch before she let him go completely almost felt like a reward, and Yuto blushed slightly at the thought.

He took a moment to catch his breath while she stood up and circled around him, needing a short while before he slowly rising to his hand and knees as well. Arlise then tugged him by his hair to make him follow her, but it's not really painful. He appreciated her for not being forceful. Even though it's a match, there seemed to be a good chemistry between them. As they arrived in the corner, she then ordered him to sit, but the later part of her words made him raised his eyebrow slightly.

Yuto felt like he had an idea of what's going to happen, so he sat on the mats while leaning against the corner. He looked at Arlise just to check with her if he's sitting in the right spot, already wondering if he'd be right about his guess.

[Winter]

He obeyed oh so well, too.

The crowd enjoyed her dog-walking him to the corner, and Arlise spared them a momentary smile once Yuto obediently shifted to place himself against the corner. What she planned for him did not take much creativity - frankly, if she could find an opportunity to do what she planned to do to any opponent in any match, worship included or no, she took that opportunity. Few possessed the physical weapons that the curvy Belgian beauty did, and if a match called for worship... she had features worth the worship in the mind of most.

She let him linger there in expectation for a moment while she peered down at him with an imperious curve to one corner of her mouth and let one leg bounce. She would not deny that her command of him and the contact between them had both emboldened her and left her with the slightest dampness between the bottom loop of her leotard, and her body tingled and pulsed with expectation of what she planned to do. If the people watching had enjoyed the show before...

Without further warning, the redhead took the last step toward him, turned, and lowered her thick ass straight onto his face with all the precision of a woman who had sat on her fair share of faces. The crowd roared at the sight. She did not do so gently, but she only lowered enough that she robbed him of the option to turn his head without completely crushing him. As his features pressed against her cheeks, both bare skin and the stretch of material that had slowly disappeared between her glutes during the match, the Belgian beauty shivered with satisfaction. It felt... fine enough to make her eyelashes flutter and leave her throwing her head back with gratification.

She tried to keep herself calm - she could not afford those same damning and distracting thoughts - and did so by posing with her legs crossed and her arms slung over the middle rope, truly looking like she reclined on a throne rather than Yuto.

[Lico]

There wasn't much room left for surprise as Arlise turned around, and the moment her derriere graced his face, Yuto twitched and let out a muffled moan. He wriggled around on the corner for a bit, then started to kiss and sniff her rear with diligence as if he had been waiting for this as well. His smooches were timid and gentle at first, but he gradually picked up his pace in covering every inches of her cheeks, while also getting firmer as well as he's getting more and more into it.

"Mmmm... mmm..."

Many would find this position humiliating and in a way it still was even for Yuto. However, for the most part, he associated this kind of act more with reward these days, thanks to all the influence he had during his career. As he's growing more eager in his worship, so did his member which had been twitching and throbbing under his pants with almost every kiss.

[Winter]

It became increasingly difficult to maintain that focus she held to so tenuously.

As she settled onto her face-seat, his noises, kisses, and shifting features worked at her every sensitivity, and after a few seconds of attention on the soft skin of her rear, the Belgian beauty's face betrayed that sensitivity. She slipped from simply chewing her lip into a distant, indecent stare. Despite the manic call of the crowd keeping her rooted to reality, she could not stop herself from a slow twist of her hips, pulling his face along for the ride while it remained between her cheeks.

All that kept her rooted and composed enough to avoid rubbing his face raw? Knowing that she had a reputation she still wanted to finely maintain, and as her gray eyes turned alert again and peered out at the cheering faces of the crowd, she managed to hold it together as he continued his fine work of worship. She mischievously shrugged one shoulder at them before she reached back and took hold of Yuto's hair, gripping it as if to tell him that he did a fine job.

As she did, her gaze passed over his... excitement. His pleasure at having a faceful of an ass she took pride in did not surprise her, but he did truly seem thrilled by his predicament. The Belgian beauty finally uncrossed her legs so she could shift one foot between his thighs. The heel nestled in place against his manhood, feeling the pulsing throbs, before it lifted and pressed down lightly on him - not enough to hurt, but to add to his sensations. She wanted him at the edge of mania before the worship round ended, and as the ref started to walk over and separate them, she pressed down with the slightest touch more pressure before she stood up and freed his face.