[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..."

[AshAllen]

Naomi hummed a sensual tone into Imai’s ear. For someone considered a tomboy, she had a beautiful but also seductive voice. She continued humming and painfully working his body for a knockout, an orgasm, or maybe even both. She mentally chuckled at the mental image she had of Imai in such a state and she was about to make a comment when he felt his palm slapping at her hip. It made her pout a little. Unfortunately for this match, the rules state that a tap out isn’t a submission and it meant a restart of their position.

But she complied nonetheless. Untying herself and taking her knee away from Imai’s length. That pat on the back/almsot-hug she did appreciate from him. Good sportsmanship was something she really liked to see. But his snarky remark made her glare at him, but that turned into a playful expression. Before she stood up, she gave him a kiss to his cheek.

“Same to you, if you want me to submit to you your majesty.” She teased before fully standing up and taking a couple of steps back to her original starting position. Letting Imai get some space and some air for himself.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Naomi's weight shifted as soon as the tap happened, letting him breath a sigh due to the relief. Before she fully released him, he felt a set of soft lips nipped at his cheek. He tucked his chin into his collarbone, shying away a bit as he looked up at her with those big blue eyes of his.

"Thank you...? That feels good! But it won't save you from the best fighter winning."

With one tall, dark, and pretty vixen in his heart, Imai hadn't the provocation to react to her advances in a reciprocating way. Perhaps if he could get to know her better, compared to only beginning the process over today? Still, it was a better display of self-control than the last time he had reacted very strongly to a class of knockout beauties. Despite that dour note, Imai was enjoying himself immensely. The way she twisted him around. She knew how to use her kettleball-figure yet stretch the rules, unfortunately for Imai.

Imai took around half a minute to come to his senses, and for his shorts to give him some precious space again. Afterward, he hopped and skipped right up to his feet to prepare for the next exchange.

As they reached the first minute since stopping, Imai finally settled on what to do. A more complex maneuver would be needed, concentrated on grapples rather than the standing fight due to his limited arsenal as opposed to Naomi's all-around talents. Plus, it would not hurt to show off his flashy moves to crowd to rile them up. The purist youth crouched into a low form with his spine bent at a harsh angle. His knees followed suit, supporting his weight with ease while he curled deeper into himself for a Imanari roll. The blonde's thinking here was that he could tip forward and onto his right shoulder, with his legs guiding the direction into a frontal attack.

Leg Lock

Imai tried to snatch the back of the woman's left ankle as an anchor to push his right's fingers into. Pulling on the point, Imai completely inverted himself so that now the Queen's ankle would be resting deep in Imai's armpit. Before any leg lock, Imai wrapped up the lone leg in a full guard-position as the thigh was now being squeezed between his legs with the feet smacking against the abs for purchase. He curled his elbow around the Achilles tendon, in order to lock the fighter into a surprise heel hold.

"Hope you're ready for Round 2!~"

Leg Lock

[AshAllen]

Naomi smirked at his words. Deciding to save any comebacks or trash talking for later. But soon she wished she did, with a flirting tone to keep him off his focus. When the new round began, Naomi wasn’t expecting Imai to pull off a leg lock this early into the new round. It was definitely a surpise as she was nearly knocked off baoance by the sudden eight change and his movements. Thankfully, due to her weight and height, she managed to keep herself up.

“Shit that was close…” she muttered to herself. Slightly in pain as she felt Imai squeeze her leg with his own set.

She tried to probably move herself but Imai’s pressure and movements made her trip. Causing her to fall on her back and land with a thud. Ok she had to admit, Imai’s got some strong legs and they were really causing some pain. She needed a way out of this, and she got a plan.

Trying her best, Naomi pushed her hands against the canvas. Pushing herself and Imai closer and closer to the chain-linked fence wall of the octagon cage. If she managed to get them there, Naomi would presse her back against the wall. Hooking her fingers through the openings in the fence and pull herself up to a standing position. Smirking down at Imai hanging off her leg before she lifted her free one up. And then, with her hands interlocked with the cage wall for support, she’d repeatedly start to rub and press her foot on his crotch.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai pullleeddd at that hold so tightly, relishing in his domination due to the precarious position he managed to place Naomi in. The heel hook was a lethal affair, and Imai was sure she would not want to risk crippling herself. However, Naomi had enough intelligence to back up that determination of hers. She fell onto her back at first which dragged them closer to the cage and put him on his back. He saw her use the distance change to her advantage as she yanked at the cage wall for support in getting herself up. What was she playing at, he thought to himself.

He quirked an eyebrow up at her free leg raising in order to get at his crotch again. He made an odd face at the pressure, to the point where it scrunched up like tasting a sour lemon. Naomi mashed him under her heel, which made Imai shudder and squirm as he remained hooked on her leg.

"You're pa-pathetic, you know that??"


Imai stumbled momentarily while his growing length trapped itself between her sole and thigh. This wasn't going to work. He couldn't concentrate like this. So, he tried to switch his position instead. Imai let go of her ankle, undoing the heel hold, and wrapped his arms around her left leg to hug it to his chest. The boy pressed his feet up against the inside of her thighs to provide purchase for him to perform a rotation towards his left. This allowed him to get around to the front of Naomi's leg, where he switched to a kneebar by thrusting his hips upward to further damage her leg. If she managed to keep the foot tease going, then he'd bury his face into her shin to cope with the spiraling hotness working its way to his loins. His back and rear, on the other hand, was now facing Naomi as he upside-down-kneebar'd her against the cage.