Food For Immortals (Ionia and Lacramioara Albescu vs Ishigami Yuto)

[DSX93]

And you'd best believe that they noticed it.

Lacramioara giggled at the sight of him, leaning forward to allow him another fine view down her dress. "He's fully ours now, my Queen."

"He was ours from the very beginning. A bit of a shame, however: Perhaps I should have wrestled him more at the start. I believe all the fight he had in him ended up in our hands. And your panties."

"Forgive me, my Queen, but I don't regret that one bit. And I don't think Ishigami minds, either." Her red eyes shifted from her wife to their opponent. "Do you?"

Regardless of how he answered, it was about time to enter the next phase. It was a simple process with their pleasure: Give, take. Give, take. Ionia wasn't about to break the routine to allow him to be on the receiving end two times in a row. She'd been waiting patiently for her turn, and now that he was standing at attention once more, it was her time.

And so the footjob came to an abrupt end. She scooted back to release him from the hold and rose to her feet, maintaining a handful of his light brown locks, but only until she was standing. "Come along, Ishigami." She started towards a corner...then stood just to the side, gesturing towards it with an expectant look.

[Lico]

He shook his head timidly at Lacramioara's question, agreeing with her. Perhaps Ionia was right. He was theirs from the beginning even if he hadn't realized it. He didn't mind the outcome of this encounter regardless how it went for sure.

A little groan escaped his lips as Ionia stopped stroking his twitching rod, but he's aware that he had no say in the matter. He was theirs after all, for them to use and toy around as they pleased.

Yuto shifted himself onto his hands and knees as Ionia began to move. Whether it's fatigue or something else, the boy followed her to the corner on all four, like a puppy answering his owner's call.

"N-nnh..."

[DSX93]

"Good boy." Ionia was pleased to turn around and see that he was already following her without needing to be told. In her book, that called for a reward. And while she hadn't competed in Hentai matches in years, she's been keeping up with the goings-on in various promotions. Lucha Libre Erotica, Sexual Wrestling Alliance, North San Francisco Wrestling, and of course, her old stomping grounds in the Erotic Combat Club. So she had a few ideas.

And one that he really ought to like.

She stood over him, legs spread to place her feet at either side of his legs. Back turned, ass level with his face. Her leotard would be slipped to the side, exposing a wet, well-trimmed pussy to the world. A juicy sight that had Lacramioara licking her lips. The two maintained that mutually core deep eye contact that only lovers could hold, the kind that contained entire conversations.

With pale hands gripping the ropes to either side of her, and long, leather-clad legs moved just behind the bottom ropes, Ionia

into the corner, past the point of a stinkface to make as much of a seat of Ishigami's face as she could. Far enough to place her womanhood within his reach.

And then she'd say one single word: "Lick."

[Lico]

Ionia's praise made Yuto blush and twitch down there, and he seated himself on the corner. He gazed at the taller woman with anticipation as she positioned herself in front of him, feeling another twitch as Ionia slid her leotard aside to expose her womanhood. A shivering wave washed over him as she sat on his face, prompting another reaction from his member, and her command was quickly followed with the lapping of his tongue, just like an eager puppy jumping on his treat.

"Mmmhhh... mmmhhh...!"

He started mildly, not too slow since he felt like Ionia would prefer that more given that she hadn't been given as much attention as Lacramioara. Gradually he'd pick up his pace, before altering between the slower and faster ones. Meanwhile his shaft had been throbbing almost non stop, and one could only wonder whether he'd make a mess of himself just like when he did with Gloria from a similar situation.

[DSX93]

Now this was what she needed. Ionia's womanhood received the touch of his tongue with open arms, sending those same waves through her with every run across her nether lips. She settled even further into her makeshift seat, engulfing Ishigami's face in between the pale cheeks she'd give a shake for the roaring crowd's approval. Just for a few seconds before settling back into place so the man beneath her could continue his fine work.

His match with Gloria clearly wasn't the only time he'd been made into a masturbatory throne, and the pace he'd chosen to begin with spoke of a keen eye for a woman's needs. No "getting to know you" phase. It wasn't necessary. Just his tongue slithering into her folds, touching at her sweetest spots and making her shiver with gratification.

"Oh, yes." The words were a soft, pleasant sigh. "Oh, yes..."

Sensing that they both might soon be in need of assistance, Lacramioara finally came forward from the sidelines. But she couldn't just walk over there. A show had to be made of this. And so she lowered herself to hands and knees, crawling her way to the pair. Slowly, and with intent. Like a wild animal stalking its prey.

With Ishigami buried in vampire ass, he would have only his ears to tell him of her approach. That is to say, only Ionia.

"Oh..." Lacramioara had that look in her eye. A very dangerous look that made her shudder, a little more theatrically than normal thanks to Ishigami's ministrations. "...dear."

"I'm so sorry, my Queen." No, she wasn't. Her hungry eyes fell to Ionia's leaking, needy pussy. "But it calls to me. And I must answer."

"W-wait!"

The plea went unanswered, so weak, that it might as well have been an invitation. A second later, Lacramioara's merciless tongue joined Ishigami's in lapping away at her, tending, attacking -- Ionia couldn't decide which was true of the marvelous combination of both -- those spots the man happened to miss. Namely, that bundle of nerves that his mouth wasn't lined up well enough to touch at in the depth that would really drive her crazy. Her lips encircled them and suckled, her tongue teasing, circling, and running over it just the way she liked.

"Sssss....!" She'd meant to tell her to stop, but she knew -- she just knew -- that would accomplish nothing but make her look like a weak leader. There was nothing she could do here but grit her teeth and take it. The crowd watched on with delight at the turn of events. Had Lacramioara switched sides? If so, why?

Whatever the answers were, it made for a damn good show. Ionia held onto those ropes like her "life" depended on it, squeezing so hard, she grew even whiter in the knuckles. With both Lacramioara and Ishigami working her over, it wouldn't be long before...

"Oh! OHH!!!" Ionia set a trembling hand out to lay atop Lacramioara's head, but it would do little else. The rest of her body sank even further into the corner, as though in retreat from the Romanian's mouth. In the process, Ishigami would find his airways being sealed tight. And alas, there was no retreat to be found. The Sanguine Rose was relentless, even in her moments of mercy. She stopped just one lick short of pushing her too far, and that was the real torture.

Lacramioara loosed an evil laugh into her. Its muffling would keep the fact that this reaction was exactly what she was shooting for known only between the two of them. Even "worse", even that threatened to send her over the edge. But no. She'd wait until she was cooled down just enough to bring her to the brink again. And again. Dangling relief right in her face, but never giving it, working her body like a master puppeteer. Wielding her like a sword against their opponent, with the assault against her increasingly, to the point of being almost painfully sensitive pussy driving her to perform what may have been one of the deepest stinkfaces LAW has ever seen.

[Lico]

Yuto had no idea of what's happening since he was too occupied with pleasuring Ionia. He did sense movement in the mats, but initially he only thought that Lacramioara was just moving around to get a better view or something. Ionia's reaction slightly alerted him, and from the look of it, the taller woman seemed to start losing her composure. Was it because of his stimulation? He wouldn't rule it out, but somehow it felt unlikely.

Lacramioara must have been doing something, which he soon figured out as he felt her tongue joining him on Ionia's wetness. Just like the crowds, he didn't understand this development, but it also didn't really change what he had to do. And so he kept lapping his tongue on Ionia's pussy, until he couldn't anymore due to the taller woman kept sinking onto him from her partner's assault. All while savoring the sensations of the woman's rear mashing against his features some more, which also pushing him towards his heights of pleasure.

"Mmmhhfff...! Mmmpphh...!" he still tried to reach out with his tongue, like a desperate puppy who wanted to please his mistress, but the position made it impossible for him to do so.

At one point, it felt like Ionia was getting close, but somehow she didn't reach the finish line. It happened again and again and each time the taller woman ended up pressing her rear further onto him. He was at his limit as well. He's been writhing around helplessly under her, struggling to breathe while his raging hardon were threatening to burst any seconds now. None of his opponents was even paying attention to him, and that only seemed to push him further. Eventually, the boy began to tense up, his hips bucking off slightly, and then his shaft spasmed and spurted its load while he moaned loudly into Ionia's rear, sending waves of vibrations into her.

"Mmmmmgghhh...! Mmmmhhfff...!!"