"That was magnificent, Yuto." She turned her head to touch her lips upon his cheek, twice on the path to his lips. Eyes half-lidded, not yet capturing the full picture right there below her. The man had a code of struggle no matter how unmatched he was, so her sex-hazed mind thought nothing of his failure to return the affection. Her long curly locks framed, tickled at, and covered his face, obscuring her question -- and his coming answer -- from the world. "Now, how would you like for me to..."
Return the favor.
"Oh."
Turns out, she already has. She observed his unconscious form, finally at peace, with a soft smile. "Until we meet again, Doll." Departing words that only he would hear, if they could reach him in this state. On hands and knees, Lacramioara returned to her Queen's side, settling her head on her pillowy chest and closing her eyes. Ionia immediately received her warmly with her fair, leather-clad arms.
"You will suffer for that later." A threat as hollow as an empty room, but it would sound good for the cameras.
"Did I not please you, my Queen?"
"You know the answer to that question as well as I do."
Lacramioara's smile broadened with the confirmation, remaining even under a voice that was making promises, not threats. "But you will suffer regardless. Up." She sat back, waiting until her Queen had picked herself up from the mat to...be helped up, by her hair. It was a good tug, just hard enough to hurt some, timed for when she was getting onto her own feet.
Lacramioara's face said "I like!", but Eveline had to hold back a swear. There were times where she liked having her hair pulled: Mainly after having watched Serina make it through a tough battle in the ring. The adrenaline would running high in her system for quite some time afterwards, and when they met in the back afterwards, it would turn into fuel for other activities. Eveline would never lose her dominant edge, but would still play the bottom.
But usually, she does the pulling. Serina regarded her with a cool, shit-eating smirk. That was a calculated move, taking advantage of their public dynamic to be a brat. She kept that handful of her beloved curls as the ref raised her hand in declaration of their victory after confirming Ishigami's condition, prompting the crowd to shower them with applause.
Ionia turned to the medical personnel as they slid into the ring to take care of him. "When you're done, bring him to us." She didn't need to hear a single word that Lacramioara had said to the brunet. Didn't need to ask. All she had to do was watch her as she played with him, and she knew.
This would not be the last that Ishigami Yuto would see of the vampire lovers.
Winner by Hentai Knockout: Ionia and Lacramioara Albescu
