[Standard-ish Match] Full-On Siege!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai continued to pound that tummy of Naomi's without a care in the world, until he managed to feel her legs beginning to unwound from his left arm. At the edges of his vision, he saw another attempt at subduction from Naomi. An arm curled around his neck, yanking him back across her chest and stomach. The bulging arm bit deeply into the sides of his throat, which sent Imai into a frenzy as he was too late to get his hands to interfere with the locked in choke.

To make it worse, Naomi's legs came around his waist to placate her target for his ruining. The heels claimed either side of the pronounced hardness, stroking at the flesh much to the presumed hollers of the crowd for taking such an opportunity to play dirty or be pragmatic depending on the view.

"No-no-no..."

Imai muttered over her arm, gasping for breaths that wouldn't come. Laid out like a turtle on his back, Imai lamented the current position. He could feel each sensation through his shorts, with the friction making for an extra raw, hot rubbing due to the lack of lubricant to keep things slippery. That only compelled his arousal to grow painfully against the cloth while Naomi eagerly kept him between her two arches. Despite the late stage of the chokehold, Imai sought to resist by getting both his hands down below the belt to grasp at her ankles and fight to pull them up off his delicate spot before she found any more portions of his body to play with. He hated how he was internally relishing at Naomi's exploitation, which had lead to him all scorching and bothered like a stereotypical schoolgirl as she kept him between her feet...

[AshAllen]

Naomi mentally facepalmed as she didn’t lock her legs around Imai’s arms. And now he was fighting to remove her legs and free his ever growing arousal from her hold. She fought back. Stopping the rubbing motion and refocused her legs’s strength to keeping them in place. Her biceps increasing the pressure on his throat to deprive Imai of oxygen to weaken him further.

But the queen had a new idea. A wicked grin appearing on her face as she tried to roll them both over. Landing them on their sides if it worked. Although trapping her own leg underneath their bodies, she’d restrain one of his arms as well. But that’s also where used her leg to pin Imai’s arousal between her knee and the ring floor. Rubbing her knee against his clothes shaft, which likely could be seen clear as day by now, and pushing it more against the ring floor.

A deadly combination of pain and pleasure.

Oh and just to top it off, Naomi started whispering sweet nothings into Imai’s ears. Her tomboyish voice mixing in with that of a dominant woman. A lustful tone. Sultry words. And her hot breath brushing against his sweat covered skin in soft pugs of breath like she was panting. And all done in a low whisper directed right into his ear.

“Submit and surrender to me~”

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai's body rumbled deeply, stemming from the stretched out bones and joints as she kept that spine of his arched. A nice "POP" vibrated through his back, as the squeeze consumed Imai. It was that way until the Queen relented from pleasuring him so much until his mind broke in half. A slow but violent crushhhhh made him cough spittle onto the canvas as she crunched her arms inward instead of sticking to the assurance of suffocation.

His interference with her ankles put a stop to the choke attempt entirely in favor of Naomi's desire to rock his world in another way. Imai's eyebrows quirked upwards in response to this odd position. A modified mount or straddle, from what he could identify while keeping his singular arm on her hip. The other was trapped as a leg fully coiled around his back to make him arch outward from the floor.

Her other knee pressed further down, exposing his length to a nice bit of compression. Sandwiched between her and the cage's mat, Imai rested his chin on her shoulder while she whispered all the honeyed words necessary to attempt a mental play. Flusted but not exhausted just yet, Imai had to make a decision here.

He could not afford to get his crotch crushed, if she was willing to all the way with it. So...his palm swatted at her hip, which prevented her from going any further. A mutual benefit for both parties, to allow them to try again and correct mistakes made during this first round. In a show of sportsmanship, Imai rubbed at her back. Almost a hug, but not at that level of intimacy. He snapped a criticism at Naomi, which included judging her capabilities with a teasing insult as he lay beneath the taller girl.

"You should go back to your classes. Is that foul mouth all the momentum ya got? Need to be faster than that..."