Re: Agila vs Cheetah: Hentai Match

[MR. Q]

Ivan groans in agony, his body curled into a fetal position as he clutches at his throbbing groin. The searing pain from Zoey's well-placed punch radiates through his entire being, making it nearly impossible to move.

Through blurred vision, he watches as Zoey slowly rises to her feet, her movements sluggish but determined. The woman is clearly pushed to her limits, her body battered and bruised, but her fighting spirit remains unbroken.

"Damn it, you stubborn... feline," Ivan grunts, forcing himself to roll onto his back. He knows he needs to act fast, to finish this match before his own body gives out completely. But the pain in his balls is all-consuming, making even the slightest movement a torturous ordeal.

As Zoey takes a tentative step forward, Ivan's instincts kick in. He can't risk another punch to his vulnerable area, but he might have enough strength left for one more desperate move.

His foot lash out, aimed at her feet to take out the limb and send her to a rough tumble to the mat.

[Dwrites]

“Woah!” Zoey exclaimed as Ivan’s desperation kick at her feet hit its mark. Zoey attempted to stay on her feet but her battered body was at its limit after stumbling forward a few more steps she fell face first onto Ivan’s chest. Zoey after a few moments of heavy painting looked Ivan dead in the eyes and muttered “Fucker” while weakly scratching his chest with her fingers trying to damage him however little and inconsequential it was.

[MR. Q]

Ivan grunts as Zoey's body collides with his chest, her weight pressing down on his already throbbing groin. The additional pain from her feeble clawing at his torso only adds to his misery.

But Ivan refuses to let this match end in a draw or, worse, a loss. With a surge of desperate strength, he wraps his powerful arms around Zoey's battered form, trapping her limbs in a crushing bear hug.

"Had enough yet, kitty?" Ivan growls, his voice strained from the effort and lingering pain. He squeezes tighter, trying to force the air from her lungs and make her submit.

The crowd erupts as the two battered warriors continue their relentless struggle, each determined to emerge victorious despite their battered and exhausted states.

[Dwrites]

“In your dreams you bastard!” Zoey responded before gritting her teeth determined to not give Ivan the satisfaction of her face twisting in pain. But she knew she had to do something fast or she was a goner, as she desperately looked around for a way out she felt Ivan’s cock throb which caused zoey to think “oh yeah this is a hentai match…I just need to get Ivan to cum to win!”. Zoey’s expression quickly turned into a predatory grin as she positioned her hands onto Ivan’s cock before moving them up in down giving him a handjob as she moved her mouth to one of his tits then began sucking on it looking to overstimulate Ivan and make him cum thus giving her victory.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes widen as he feels Zoey's hands wrapping around his throbbing member, her fingers moving up and down in a desperate attempt to stimulate him to climax. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his battered body.

But even as he groans in response, Ivan refuses to let Zoey dictate the terms of their final confrontation. With a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength, he reverses their positions, his muscular frame pinning her smaller body beneath him.

"Oh no, you don't," Ivan growls, his blue eyes blazing with determination and lust. "If anyone's gonna be finishing this match, it's gonna be me."

In one fluid motion, he positions himself between her thighs, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he penetrates her roughly, his length filling her completely.

Ivan grunts with each powerful thrust, his hips slamming against Zoey's as he drives himself deep inside her. The sensation is intense, bordering on overwhelming, but he refuses to let it consume him. Ivan maintains control, his strong arms pinning her down as he takes what he wants.

"Gonna... win this... kitty," Ivan pants, his voice strained with effort and barely contained pleasure. "Gonna... make you... submit."

He increases his pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. The crowd roars, their cheers and chants spurring him on. Ivan knows he's close, but he fights against the urge to release, determined to make Zoey cum first, to break her will completely.

[Dwrites]

Zoey’s desperate attempt to win the fight hadn’t worked and now she was trapped under Ivan as he pounded her roughly. While Zoey’s will to fight was as strong as ever her body couldn’t continue to hold out against Ivan’s assault and succumbed to the pleasure, zoey bit her bottom lips as her body orgasmed, spraying her arousal all over Ivan’s dick and the mat, determined not to give Ivan the pleasure of her cries of pleasure. The bell rung as the ref went to raise Ivan’s hand as the announcer shouted into the mic “Here is your winner by Orgasm…IVAN RAMIREZ” but if Ivan thought zoey would lie down and take it because she lost the bout he had another thing coming. Zoey would wait until Ivan reached his orgasm then as he was enjoying it she would elbow him in the face before getting out of the ring and making a dash towards backstage looking to get out of there and lick her wounds as quickly as possible.

[MR. Q]

As Zoey's body shudders and spasms beneath him, her arousal coating his throbbing shaft, Ivan feels a surge of triumph. He's done it, he's broken her, made her submit to his dominance. But just as he's about to reach his own climax, a searing pain erupts in his face as Zoey's elbow connects with his cheek.

"Argh, you bitch!" Ivan roars, reeling back from the sudden blow. He watches in disbelief as Zoey scrambles out from under him, making a desperate dash for the exit.

The crowd boos and hisses, their disappointment palpable. Ivan, still caught in the throes of his own impending orgasm, can only stare after her, his face a mixture of pain, frustration, and lingering pleasure.

As the bell rings and the announcer declares him the winner, Ivan slowly rises to his feet, his body aching from the exertion and the various blows he's taken. He raises his arm in victory, but his eyes remain fixed on the direction Zoey fled, a promise of retribution burning in their depths.

He'll find her. And next time, he'll make sure she can't escape until he's had his full fill.

Winner: Ivan Ramirez