An Icy Gold Boxing Match! Mothwing vs Lance Copperfield (D)

[Aeri]

Broken ribs was not a far cry from the pain he was feeling. But thankful, he hadn't had anything like that just yet. Rolling onto his back, Lance would hear the countdown ring out. Shaking his head lightly, Lance pulled himself to his feet just as the referee announced the fifth count, his hand resting against his waist. Yeah, that would bruise for sure, but he'd simply push his hair out of his forehead and exhale, getting his bearings. His fists rose up as he'd meet Mothwings eyes..

".. you know.. I'm gonna get revenge for that.."

He'd say, gently bouncing on the heels of his feet, raising his arms and then approaching her. Lance came in swinging, going for two jabs right to her breasts, before following up right with a powerful cross to her face!

[Smolsquito]

OhthankgodIdidn'tkillhim was the first thought that came to her mind as she saw Lance get back on his feet. She let out a soft sigh of relief and raised her own gloves before approaching Lance as well. She raised her arms to protect her head, thinking he'd aim for her head right away... completely forgetting how hard he had focused on hitting her breasts throughout this entire match.

Lance's two jabs hit each of her breasts, each hit coaxing a cute little grunt out of her, and she tried her best to dodge his cross by swaying to the side, but she was too late... the cross hit her right on the cheek, and caused her mask to be sent flying towards one of the neutral corners of the ring. Her built up sweat sprayed across the mat from the cross' impact. She also took a step back from the hit, but didn't seem to go down yet. Mothwing's balance was particularly hard to break... but that hit seemed to leave her in a groggy state. Her body wobbling from side to side like seaweed in the ocean's current. She was one tough cookie... but even the toughest of walls wear down eventually.

[Aeri]

It was surprisingly effective, and as Lance though.. if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. He’d snap an uppercut towards her, which had a powerful impact tossing her head back.

He’d grin a little, seeing her mask off to reveal a rather cute face for Mothwing. He’d find her looks.. rather adorable, but he wasn’t going to admit it one bit.

“You know, with the way you masked yourself.. I thought for sure you’d be a Frankensteins monster.. but to be frank, im rather shocked this time-!”

He’d say, pleased at the joke he made. Lance lightly biffed his fists against her breasts, watching them jiggle as she was swaying.. close to out of it. He’d suddenly get a devious idea, as he’d jab at her face, not hard enough to try and k.o her.. but enough to keep her dizzy!

“Well well well..! Ladies and Gentlemen! The icy cold terror is a divine beauty as well! But how much is she really worth.. lets find out, shall we?”

She’d suddenly find her breasts propped up underneath his gloves, Lance standing behind her. He’d grin at her, before delivering two solid strikes to her breasts to make them jiggle, much more roughly than the last.. as the crowd cheered and whooped for his show!

“Ten out of ten, perfect and huge! They may get in the way sometimes, but nobody is going to mind that!”

[Smolsquito]

Having been sent reeling back by Lance's uppercut, Mothwing was sent reeling back towards her corner, just barely avoiding stepping on her own mask by mistake as she tried to keep herself standing by holding on to the ropes... which would quickly prove to be a big mistake.

Her face turned a pinkish red from embarrassment as Lance commented on her surprisingly adorable appearance. "H-Hey-" Before she could say anything, however, Lance began making her breasts jiggle with his fists, causing the formerly calm and composed Mothwing to let out adorable whines and whimpers as her exhausted and partially battered body swayed slightly. "Nnnh... d-don't-" She'd try to squeal out a small protest, but she was swiftly interrupted by Lance's jab, which caused the ice-cold terror to wince and groan softly before being brought back to a quiet and dizzy state.

She was swiftly woken up with a cute squeal by one of Lance's strikes from behind, the other coaxing a soft moan out of her, which only made the crowd's cheers louder... and also lead them to voice some of their opinions on the ice-cold beauty.

"Strong AND cute? Talk about the best of both worlds~!" "Oh man, she sounds so adorable~!" "All those beatings and she's still standing? ...I've gotta say, her stamina might just be as impressive as her looks!"

...As for the referee, however, she also partaking on the spectacle for a moment. Leaning on one of the neutral corners as she too voiced her thoughts on Mothwing's appearance. "Nice tits, girl~" She'd say, giving the battered moth a thumbs up right as she looked in her direction, further worsening Mothwing's blush... and her flustered embarrassment.

[Aeri]

He found her little squirms and moans very cute. The ref, who was SUPPOSED to be reffing was also partaking in the fun. He’d stand up straight, before gently lifting his arms up and then.. Lance delivered an uppercut to her chin, to toss her head back and angle her body back against the ropes of the ring, exposing her breasts more..

But that wasn’t his aim anyways. Lance dropped to a crouch, rubbing his gloves across her stomach and gently caressing her abs, before tenderising them with a punch to them.

“Her abs next! Eight out of ten, firm, cute, but she works out a lot.. no wonder she hasn’t gone down yet!”

He’d say, before giving her a little grin and pressing a kiss to her abs. Slowly trailing down, he’d leave a little layer of kisses.. coming close to her sensitive regions, but stopped just shy of them, grinning at her wickedly. He wouldn’t do that just yet..

Lance slowly stood up, before delivering a powerful punch into her abs to make her double over. He’d deliver a second one, with the intent of bringing her to her hands and knees.. as Lance sat down on top of her back, lightly, using his free hand to cup her booty and give it a punch too.

“She’s not lacking in cake too! This ice queen is hauling a fully loaded bakery down there, ahaha!”

He’d tease, and then, as the crowd was into it.. he’d lean forwards conspiratory like, winking as he’d cup her cake tightly, rather amused at the turn of the match.

“You all wanna know what my favourite part of our lovely assistant here is?”

[Smolsquito]

"Gah!" Mothwing would let out a slightly louder groan as Lance repositioned her on the ropes with an uppercut, her breasts now more exposed to a thoroughly impressed audience. Her whines and whimpering continued as he rubbed and caressed her abs with his glove... and winced with a soft grunt as he tenderized her already reddened abs with a punch... His review of her abs caused her to blush even further... she felt confused and embarrassed, but she couldn't help but enjoy herself a little as he caressed and explored her body.

"Nnnh... Mmmngh~" Mothwing's whimpering would intensify a little as she felt him kiss her abs. Her worn out body shivering slightly with each kiss he trailed down her well-toned midsection, and a wet spot forming right where his trail would have ended... but her sensitive areas were left untouched. His wicked grin causing the ice-cold beauty to pout at him in desperation and disappointment.

She let out even more pained groans with each following punch he delivered to her bruised abs. Forcing a shivering and worked-up Mothwing on her hands and knees, after which he'd use her as a chair and deliver a punch to her bountiful buns.

As for Lance's playful question, however, many members of the audience began answering the magician's inquiry:

"Oh oh! Is it her ass?" "No, it's GOTTA be her abs! Didn't you see how he kissed them earlier? Man's got a sickness for the cheese-grater~!" "Both of you are WAAAY off, it's gotta be them juicy melons he likes punching so much."

"...What about that wet spot you just caused~?" Chimed in the unhelpful referee, pointing at Mothwing's stained shorts... and causing the ice-cold terror to look away in shame.

[Aeri]

He’d listen to all of that in amusement, as Lance lightly grinned at them all. He’d cup her breasts first, then abs.. then her ass, and then, gently her wet part. He’d lift his fingers..

“You’re all horribly wrong! For I am a man of taste!”

He’d give her a teasing grin, lightly leaning down and cupping her chin. Lance slowly lifted her up, making her stand and watching her wobble. He’d slip his arm around her waist, before simply pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply, a display which had whistles erupt from the crowd. He’d hold the kiss, taking a step back..

“I take what’s hard to get.. and for a woman who hides her face underneath a mask, a kiss from her beautiful face and beautiful lips is all I could ever want!”

He’d say, before raising his fists up. Lance drew his arm back and then delivered a powerful smashing blow right into her mouth to knock Mothwing down to the ground, and hopefully finish her off! He’d stomp his foot down against her face, resting there for a bit..

“The Mothwing Appraisal.. perfect breasts, abs you could grind cheese with, a bountiful booty, a cute voice.. and an incredible kissable face..! Eleven outta ten! Speaking of ten..

Count with me! Ten..! Nine..! Eight..!”

[Smolsquito]

Mothwing let out adorable little squeaks and yelps as Lance cupped each and every one of her notable assets... The crowd's comments and compliments causing her face to turn bright red with embarrassment. She had never felt so vulnerable... yet she felt comfort in the fact the people loved what she had to offer in terms of appearance.

That odd feeling of comfort wouldn't last for long however, as Lance slowly lifted her up by her chin. Her body wobbled a little from exhaustion, but she was able to stand well enough on her own... or at least, she could've stood on her own had Lance not blind-sighted her with a deep and passionate kiss that left the crowd just as wowed as she was. She felt her body tense up as their lips pressed, but her muscles seemingly relaxed a few seconds after. The kiss was brief, but in those few seconds, Mothwing felt nothing but bliss... which made the punch that followed hit its mark with little to no resistance from the ice-cold terror.

The impact was enough to knock her down, and the crowd joined in on Lance's countdown with an unrivaled amount of enthusiasm, chanting in unison as he left his foot on her blushing face:

"SEVEN! ... SI-"

Before the crowd could get to six, however, Mothwing slammed one of her fists hard against the canvas, making the entire ring shake for a moment. The ref, noticing she might've made a mistake by joining in on the fun, starts backing away from the two fighters, but before she could get too far, Mothwing repeatedly punched Lance's leg as hard as she could, trying to force him off of her and, if she manages to get his foot off of her, she'd quickly kip herself back up before making a terrifyingly fast b-line for the ref and sending her flying out of the ring with a particularly nasty uppercut to the traitorous referee's chin. She'd then slowly turn back around to glare at Lance before approaching him, her footsteps starting off slow at first, but slowly picking up speed as she got closer and closer to him until...

...she wrapped her arms tightly around him, the force behind her squeeze threatening to break his arms should he try to resist before kissing his lips twice as passionately as he had just kissed her... but her kiss wasn't as short as his, in fact, it was a nearly 10-minute long make-out session from which the smug magician couldn't hope to escape from. After the ten minutes had passed, she smirked smugly at him, before gently biting his neck, leaving a small, yet noticeable bite-mark on his neck.

"Hehe~ There's MY Seal of approval... though if you're ok with a little feedback, I think you should work on your kissing... it was far to quick for MY liking~" She'd tease, before delivering a painful punch to Lance's side and continuing her surprisingly seductive threat. "In fact, how about I give you a little crash-course on how to put that mouth of yours to good use~?" She continued, before letting him go and punching his abs to get him to kneel down in just the right way for his face to be leaning right up against her sweaty abs.

"Now, if you know what's good for you... Keep. Licking."

[Aeri]

While Lance may have found Mothwing incredibly cute, he did know that he was waning in strength and stamina. He had some knocks on him, some bruises that weren’t gonna go away for a good while now.. as the crowd began to count down, this was over. Or at least he thought, until the canvas shook, and Mothwings fist impacted his leg and made him stumble back. Holy shit she was fast to recover though, as his icy adversary jumped up and straight up k.o’d the referee and tossed her off the ring!

She’d glare at him. He’d have a very un-confident grin on his face as he took a step back from her as she approached.. but suddenly she gripped his arms in a vice grip, crushing him in her embrace.. and kissed him. She kissed him long, sparks flying as Lance couldn’t even break free for air. As they were.. close, Mothwing could definitely feel his.. member pressing up against her, which certainly didn’t mind her kiss in the slightest. He’d feel weak n the knees, barely able to stand even after she released him, looking at her with a dazed look.. with a bit more clarity though, as she’d hear a cute little yelp after she bit him

“Ah- i-it was.. short and swe-“

Suddenly, she’d smash his ribs in, making him cough out and lean on her for support.. and then another blow struck to his abs, doubling him over and dropping him to his knees, face to face with her bruised and sweaty abs which he had kissed earlier. Now.. there was a liiittle issue. He didn’t mind humiliating her in front of everyone, but when it came to taking what he dished out, Lance was.. a maybe little shy, his face turning a flustered red as he shook his head, his tired body still dazed..

“I-I.. guess I don’t..”

[Smolsquito]

Mothwing smirked proudly as she felt her opponent on her abs. It was finally time to get some well-deserved payback for the way he humiliated her a couple moments prior... or at least, that was her initial plan. She wanted him to lick her submissively as she pressed that smug face of his against her abs, to show the crowd who was REALLY in control... but she quickly realized that something was off about Lance. He was dazed... but he was also... shy? Lance, the man who just mere moments ago was showing her off like a fancy anime figure in a review video, was chickening out once SHE was on top?!

Part of her felt annoyed by his sudden change of mind, but another felt a little guilty for getting him out of his comfort zone without permission. As cold as Mothwing could be, she firmly believed consent to be above everything else, and seeing the clearly uncomfortable and non-consenting look on Lance's face made her change her mind fairly quickly... She wasn't going to humiliate him... or at least, not while they still had an audience. Instead, she chose to do the next best thing, and prove her superiority over him by swiftly wrapping his hair around her wrist, and yanking him up and back on his feet before letting go of his hair and pushing him against one of the ring's turnbuckles, pining him against it by grabbing on to both of the ropes closest to the turnbuckle and pressing their sweaty bodies together... before whispering a quick, but genuine apology to him.

"S-Sorry if I went too far back there... I know being shown off to a crowd can be scary at first... but... would you be alright with keeping this going after our match~? Punching you is fun, but I'll admit what you did earlier gave me a bit of a craving for something... spicier~"

She said, rubbing his injured abs with her glove as she whispered her apology... and her seductive proposition into Lance's ear.