Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

"U-uh..." Yuto quickly became flustered again from Ayumi's remark, his cheeks warming up as he's unable to find the words to response to her.

For a moment he almost forgot about the free move she promised him too. Seeing her alluring form standing in front of him only deepen his entrancement towards her, his eyes wandering from her head to toe and back up again until he realized what he's supposed to be doing. He had one move, but it felt like whatever he's going to do to her would barely lessen the gap between them at this point. He'd need more than a couple, and even then...

An idea then came to Yuto. He grabbed Ayumi's arm, then whipped her to the corner. In his mind, if she's stunned enough from the collision with the turnbuckle, that'd give him a chance to follow up with another move, and maybe he could chain it even further from there. As soon as he tossed her to the corner, the boy went after his opponent, aiming to splash himself against her to further disorient her to make his plan a reality. Honestly, he'd feel a little bad to rough her up given that she had been quite nice to him, but this was still a match after all.

[Parker]

Ayumi let the boy have his moment, allowing his grip on her arm to guide her across the canvas. She darted toward the corner in long, graceful strides, lavender hair spilling across her shoulders as the turnbuckles rushed up to meet her. Just before impact, she slowed her pace as best she could. She thud against the padding chest first, throwing her arms up dramatically over the top ropes, her back arching as if the collision had rattled her far more than it had. Her head hung low between her shoulders, a curtain of hair hiding the sly curve of her lips as she sneaked a glance back over her shoulder.

Yuto was charging in, earnest as ever, and Ayumi couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle bubble in her throat. Perfect.

At the last second, she hopped upward, fingers curling tight around the top ropes for balance. Her legs snapped out like a trap, catching around his head with smooth precision. Her ankles hooked over his collar, strong thighs flexed, guiding his momentum exactly where she wanted him, face-first into the plush curve of her backside. She bent her knees, drawing him in tighter until his features were buried against her, the smothering press firm and undeniable.

Her body arched against the corner as she held him there, every sway of her hips deliberate, every flex of her thighs reminding him who truly held control. A playful hum escaped her lips, almost a purr, as she let him struggle in the warm darkness of her body while keeping him upright.

“Seems you miscalculated,” she cooed, her voice low and indulgent, “Surely you can escape though, hm?”

[Lico]

Yuto felt like he didn't toss Ayumi that hard to the corner, but apparently she went flying fast enough she couldn't even turn around to hit the turnbuckle with her back instead of her front. She seemed hurt, but he had no time to hesitate. After all Ayumi was the one who allowed him to pull a free move on her, so she brought this to herself. As he's closing in oto her, Yuto was bracing himself for an impact as he's about to ram onto his opponent, only for his eyes to widen in surprise as she suddenly lifted herself with the help of the ropes.

The boy stopped abruptly so that he didn't end up crashing onto the turnbuckle instead, which gave Ayumi the chance to catch him with her legs. Before Yuto fully realized what happened, he's already pulled in, his face pressed against her derriere! He let out a muffled groan of protest and tried to back away, but her legs had him stuck in her hold. Her reaction pretty much told him that he fell for her ruse, and with his opponent wriggling around and flexing her thighs, he began to fall into a familiar position; a soft yet secure prison that was Ayumi's hold.

"Mmmphhf...!" Yuto tried to pry away Ayumi's legs, but getting increasingly distracted by the sensations of her rear on his face. T-this is bad... I need to get out before...

[Parker]

Ayumi’s smile bloomed as Yuto’s momentum died in front of her, his wide eyes giving her all the confirmation she needed. Her thighs snapped around his head, snug and possessive, guiding his face exactly where she wanted it. The muffled sound of his protest only made her giggle low in her throat, her body wriggling with feline satisfaction as she adjusted her grip.

Using the ropes, she leaned back into the corner, draping her chest and folded arms over the top turnbuckle in a lounging sprawl, as though she were getting comfortable in her favorite chair. The picture of casual control, she rolled her hips just slightly, feeling his struggles stir against her curves.

Then she began to work him over. Her powerful legs flexed, pressing him tight, before extending slowly to peel him away from her backside and retracting to draw him back in with a possessive need.. Each motion smacked his face deeper into the plush of her backside, the rhythm turning into a teasing grind of dominance. She exhaled a soft hum, the sound caught between amusement and delight as his face clapped against her cheeks

“Mmm, poor boy… you’re just caught…” she cooed over her shoulder, her tone light and mocking, “...you are still fighting, aren't you?”

Again and again she extended her legs, smashing him into her soft curves, only to draw him back in with a squeeze that left no room to breathe. Her amusement never wavered, if anything, it deepened with any attempt he made to regain even a hint of control, her laughter bubbling up like she was toying with a kitten pawing helplessly at a string.

“Come now, darling… at least pretend you’re fighting me.” she teased, flexing again, drawing him flush until the crowd could see how firmly he was locked into Ayumi’s backside, keeping him locked flush with her body as she smothered him.

[Lico]

There was a genuine attempt from Yuto to escape from Ayumi's hold, at least for the first few minutes. When she extended her legs, he thought that he might have an opening, but that hope was quickly crushed as she pulled him back again, smacking his face against her ass, pressing his features even firmer against her rear. And it happened again, and again, each time dampening his resistance, or what's left from it, even further.

"Mmhhff...! Mmmgghh...!" every time he let out muffled protests that sounded less and less convincing.

His hands were holding onto Ayumi's legs, but barely doing anything anymore after a couple of push and pull she did on him. There was breathing difficulty from the smothering and squeezing, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. The more he's feeling her ass, the more familiar he became with the sensations associated with it, such as the warmth and the grinding motion. The boy was getting stirred to say the least, and even though her words did renew his resistance every now and then, they lasted for several seconds at best before he's becoming docile again.

At some point it looked like Yuto was ready to fall anytime Ayumi let him go, and his muffled noise was reduced to quiet mumbling as he's becoming more ensnared by her rear. A small part of his mind might still trying to fight, but his body was more or less already pacified.

"Mmmmbbb..."

[Parker]

Ayumi’s laughter rippled softly through the ropes as she felt Yuto’s resistance dwindling, his muffled protests growing weaker with every flex of her control. She toyed with him mercilessly, pressing her rear back until his features molded against her, then letting him slip just enough to catch a hint of air, only to reel him back in and smother him deeper. The rhythm was relentless, a sultry grind that left him more dazed each time.

Her hips wiggled in amusement, each playful sway delivering another humiliating smother, the velvet weight of her curves overwhelming him. Ayumi tilted her head back against the turnbuckle, folding her arms with regal ease as if this were hardly an effort.

“Mmm… hear those little sounds, darling? That’s the song of surrender.”

She gave him a few more wriggling pulses, luxuriating in the control, until his hands on her legs slackened, his muffled noises nothing but breathy murmurs. When it was clear he had nothing left, Ayumi’s smirk deepened.

With a sudden push of her arms against the ropes, she shoved off the post, driving herself backward. Her full weight rode Yuto down to the mat, crashing down over him with a resounding thud that shook the ring.

Ayumi adjusted her straddle without missing a beat, settling her hips low and pressing her backside snugly over his mouth and nose. She adjusted her seat with slow, deliberate grinds, planting him firmly under her curves as the crowd roared in disbelief.

“Down you go, sweetheart… where you belong.”

Her smother continued on the canvas, thighs clamping tight as she leaned forward over her knees, pinning him in place with nothing but her body as she dropped herself forward to lay her chest across his stomach. A hand reached out, fingers curling over the wet groin of his pants to give a firm squeeze. There was no friction this time, no rubs or strokes, just the pressure of the fabric clamping down over him as she used his face as her personal massager.

[Lico]

Yuto could barely tell how long Ayumi had been toying with him like this as it felt like he's been on the edge of consciousness for a while now. The rhytm she put him in was almost hypnotic, and he began to crave the sensations of her ass grinding against his features more. The crowds were loving the scene as well as they're cheering for more, wanting to see him becoming completely putty against her ass.

While he's already lost in his own little world, Yuto then felt the momentum from Ayumi's pushing and he fell onto his back, with her weight on top of him, her rear still glued on his face. He let out a muffled grunt, his body jolted, then lied sprawled on the mats. At first Yuto was barely moving, but he wriggled around weakly afterwards as a sign that he hadn't fainted just yet.

"Nngggg...!" a louder noise, resembling a moan was drawn out from his smothered mouth as he felt her hand on his bulge, squeezing his throbbing shaft under his pants.

The boy bucked off slightly, and despite the lack of movement from Ayumi's hand, it almost seemed as if he' could burst again with her ass smothering him like this. His moaning vibrating onto her rear, his hips weakly moving up and down as if he tried to hump her hand. Yuto did, after a while, put his hands on her sides, looking like he'd try to push her off him. However, in the end he never mustered the strength or the willpower to do that as he continued to fall further and further under her spell.

"Hnnnggg... hhmmffff...!"

[Parker]

“Uh oh… looks like I might have you again Yuto.” She teased with a sickly sweet naivety in her tone, though by now it was obvious she knew exactly what she was doing. Ayumi shifted her weight atop Yuto, settling deeper as his body hit the canvas beneath her. Her hips rolled with slow, deliberate pulses, her curves sealing him in place while the muffled noises beneath her only fed her smirk. His weak wriggling was little more than a flutter against her thighs, the sound of his voice vibrating helplessly against her.

She leaned in more, planting one elbow on the mat for balance, the other casually clutching him through his pants, savoring the dominance of the moment. Every buck from his hips was met with her pushing her palm against his wanting thrusts, firmly squeezing him as equal parts punishment and reward. The crowd roared their approval, their energy building around the sight of the boy buckling under her.

Her rear pressed firmer against his face, grinding in subtle waves as she arched her back. Every shift of her body was a statement, every squeeze of her thighs a reminder that she owned the rhythm, not him. Ayumi’s expression was serene, almost casual, as if she were simply enjoying the view of the crowd while he wilted beneath her.

[Lico]

Ayumi's hand might not have been doing much in terms of stimulating Yuto's covered shaft, but the grinding of her rear on his face was amplifying his arousal by the seconds. With barely any space to breathe, all he could do was inhaling her scent, which further intoxicating him. The boy's hips continued to roll, his bulge humping Ayumi's hand while his moaning into her ass alternating in its volume, depending in on how she's squeezing him.

She made it looked so effortless to subdue him, which probably was true, and it's only adding fuel to his submissiveness towards her. Yuto could feel himself getting close again, but rather than trying to hold himself back, he thrust a little harder, pursuing his lust even if it meant his own doom. At this rate, even if Ayumi simply stayed still, he probably would finish the job himself, or at least tried to. Desperately, even, given how scarce his air had became, his consciousness starting to slip.

"Mmmphhff...! Mmmmhhfffff...!"

And then it happened. Yuto's hips bucked harder a couple of times while his muffled moaning becoming louder. His shaft pulsated and then spasmed inside his pants, shooting its load and drenching the fabric again. He writhed around and humped her hand some more until the climax subsided, limping under her, barely moving, but still breathing albeit weakly. His moaning had reduced to quiet mumbling that's barely audible as the crowds roared from witnessing what just happened.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s soft giggle purred out as she rode the fading jolts of Yuto’s body, his struggles reduced to little more than tremors beneath her weight. She pressed her cheek against his stomach, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the twitching bulge beneath her palms weaken. Her fingers squeezed with languid insistence, tightening just to feel that strength ebb further, until the stillness beneath her grew heavy and telling.

A slow kiss to his navel followed, her lips gliding over sweat-slicked skin before her tongue flicked playfully across him, leaving a teasing spark behind.

“Tsk tsk… At this rate, I don’t know if you’ll be able to beat me, Yuto.” Her words dripped with mock concern, her tone velvet and sly.

With that, she shifted back, settling her full weight down onto his face once more, her hips wiggling just enough to remind him who held the reins. Her fingertips traced lazy circles over his chest, pausing to tease at his nipples while she let the moment stretch.

Then, as though he were nothing more than a cushion beneath her, Ayumi languidly raised her arms above her head. She rolled her shoulders and stretched like a cat waking from a nap, her body arching with deliberate slowness. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she drew her arms back down, the motion unhurried, indulgent, before at last she rose up onto her knees, sliding from her seat with the same easy, fluid grace.

She stepped over Yuto’s body with a long stride, leaving him exhausted on the mat for the referee to begin their count. She turned on her heel and a flourish of her hair brushed back over one shoulder as she settled up against the ropes to watch his struggle while rising or ultimate defeat sprawled across the mat.