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

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Tornado Handicap Hentai KO
Victory Conditions: Rendering the opponent(s) unconscious via orgasm
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Ionia

General Appearance

Ring Gear

Lacramioara

Damn.

When Ionia told her that she would be wearing something new to tonight's match, Lacramioara insisted that she not see it until it was showtime. The mystery kept her mind occupied with one sexy possibility after the next, making her nice and randy. And now that she's seen it...

"I'm rethinking this handicap match."

"Oh?" The Black Queen advanced towards her wife, who was standing in gorilla position. One long leg crossed in front of the other with every step, a knowing smirk on her lovely face. It was like she wasn't just marching down the walkway, but owning it. Something that the few staff at standby would agree on, if their stares were any indication.

And Lacramioara's hungry eyes gave ample confirmation that she felt the same.

"Why the change of heart, dear?"

The curly-haired beauty closed the distance that remained and wrapped her arms around the taller woman's waist. It took all of the restraint she had to keep her hands from exploring her right there and then. "I think this might be better as a triple threat match."

Ionia chuckled as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a warm embrace. "It's a little late for that."

A face full of those big, beautiful breasts. She had to be rubbing it in, Lacramioara thought. A test of willpower that could not be countenanced.

When they get to their hotel room...!

"Sper că te simți confortabil, pentru că vei purta asta până ajungem în camera noastră."

Ionia laughed. She was looking forward to seeing what her mistress would do to her. "As you wish."

And so irreverent, not even addressing her by the title she held in this marriage!

"Would you like to have this made for you? With velvet, of course. You would look absolutely ravishing."

More than she already does.

Lacramioara gave her some feigned stink eye. "Nu crezi că o fac deja?" Ionia had to suppress the grin that was threatening to form across her lips.

"Ai inteles gresit. Bineînțeles că faci."

"Frumoasă salvare. Dar, cu toate acestea, este fundul tău."

Success! Ionia nodded in complete acceptance of her fate. "Well, I hope our entrance music will make it up to you. I've a mind for it to accompany us to every match we have together."

"If you're that confident in your choice, my Queen, then I can't wait to hear it."

And

Paralysed Age's "Thirst" sounded through the reddened arena. Smoke began to fill the stage.

Lacramioara looked up at her, eyes wide and bright. She'd recognized the song from the very first second. And Ionia smiled wide and just as brightly.

"You...?"

"Yes."

It was their song. The one that started it all between them. Their first dance, their first kiss, their first time together, and now, their first match as an active team.

Lacramioara had been struck speechless. When Ionia told her that she wanted to pick the song, she knew that it would be something great, but she hadn't expected this. Not for every match.

She reached up and pulled her into a good, lengthy kiss that made them fall behind the lyrics. A few seconds that neither cared about missing. They made it out in time to sync with the repeat of the chorus.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tornado Handicap Hentai Knockout Match! It will continue until either both members of the team or the sole competitor are rendered unconscious! Introducing first, fighting out of Transylvania, Romania with a combined weight of three hundred and two pounds, "The Black Queen" Ionia and Lacramioara Albescu!"

They emerged from the smoke hand-in-hand, expecting the song to pass into its closing moments before they reached the ring. It was a short one. But instead, the lyrics looped until they did. The man in charge of the sound department must've seen this coming.

Ionia climbed the apron to take a seat on the middle rope and lift the one up top, reaching down to give her wife a hand. Lacramioara would take a long bend through the ropes, giving Ionia as well as the viewers at home via camera a good look at the shapely behind she had beneath her skirt. Once she had followed, Lacramioara would gently pull her into another embrace and they would gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Just in time for the loop to end and the song to progress to its closing moments.

"Like you."

As it was in their first dance, that would be the moment that the two would close the distance until their lips met, eliciting a pop from the crowd. Both would be beaming when they separated, fangs showing.

"You like?"

"I love it."

The couple basked in the moment, turning to the stage only when regular lighting resumed in the arena and their opponent's music played.

Romanian to English Translations

"Sper că te simți confortabil, pentru că vei purta asta până ajungem în camera noastră." -- "I hope you're comfortable because you'll be wearing this until we get to our room."

"Nu crezi că o fac deja?" -- "You don't think I already do?"

"Ai inteles gresit. Bineînțeles că faci." -- "You misunderstood. Of course you do."

"Frumoasă salvare. Dar, cu toate acestea, este fundul tău." -- "Nice save. But nevertheless, it's your ass."

[Lico]

It'd be a pleasant surprise, or so he was told when he asked around about his upcoming match. In his experience, that's never really a good sign, in a way. Not like he expected the higher ups to hand him a match where he could actually thrive, but there's always something a little concerning when he barely got any details until the day it happened.

As he was given the sign to go and his theme was played on the speakers, Yuto walked into the arena in his usual attire, a three quarter dark blue pants which definitely wouldn't last on him by the end of this match. He saw from afar that there were two women in the ring. Great. So this was what they meant by pleasant surprise, although he wasn't too sure about the "pleasant" part. Of course, many would envy his position at the moment, being able to face two lovely beauties at the same time, and honestly a part of him was also excited about it. However, this also meant that there might not be too much he could do in terms of resistance. He probably shouldn't even think about his chances at all in this so called match.

Yuto

In any case, he slipped himself under the ring and stood up, then did a bit of stretching before approaching the middle of the ring as the ref called all the contestants. He's been not so subtly scanning both women while trying not to make eye contact with them, until they faced each other. Once they're all at the center of the ring, he gave them a sheepish smile and a little hand wave.

"Ladies, pleased to meet you... go easy on me... okay...?" he half joked.

[DSX93]

Handsome. Finely built with a very athletic frame. After seeing his performances, some might say that Ishigami Yuto just chose the wrong sport. But his match against Gloria Kildahl -- the self-proclaimed "Muscle Goddess" -- in particular revealed that he knew what he was doing. He'd put up a fight, pretend that he was trying to win, but in reality, he was just waiting for his opponent to apply just the right amount of pressure. So that in the end, he could say -- to himself, at the very least -- that he did his part, but his opponent was just better. And what a way to lose.

The couple had really enjoyed watching his new Mistress work him over. His stamina was very impressive. Championship caliber, definitely. And such virility too! No one would be able to say that he wasn't a man after he'd covered so much of the ring with his spunk.

Lacramioara knew that her sister would be looking to get her hands on the man, but she wanted to get a taste of him first. He was such an appealing candidate, a perfect choice for a handicap match.

A delicious morsel to share with her wife, who was glad that Gloria was apparently the type who allowed others to play with him. She openly stared at him, but kept a poker face on. This was still a match, so she wanted to create a sense of suspense. Keep him wondering whether or not she was pleased with what she saw.

Lacramioara was more transparent with her soft smile. Sort of. It would be apparent that he was doing something right in her eyes, but what were her thoughts, really?

They turned their heads to face each other after he proposed an easier experience.

"What do you think, dear? Shall we honor this kine's request?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure. He's a delectable looking morsel, but..." Lacramioara left her beloved's arms and approached him, her expression unreadable. If Ishigami elected to remain still, she would circle around to his back, laying a gentle, soothing touch along his broad shoulders and brushing down along his arms as she got nice and close to him, her breasts pressing into his back. The Romanian beauty would lean in, bringing her lips close to his ear before she asked, "You don't plan on making things difficult for us, do you, Ishigami?"

[Lico]

It's morsel now... Yuto thought as he heard the women's response. It might be the first time he was addressed as such. He tried to keep his composure, although his eyes wandered to follow Lacramioara until the woman went behind him.

The match hadn't started yet, so he didn't see the need to avoid her, although he wouldn't really be surprised if the official suddenly rang the bell right there and then. He was aware that both women were allowed to face him at the same time, so this was certainly would be a bad position to be in, but he also wanted to put a brave front for the time being. And then, he felt Lacramioara's breasts pressed against his back, drawing a little gasp from him.

"Who? Me...? I'd never..." he gave a wry smile, still remained on his spot.

[DSX93]

"Good. The more pleasant things are for us..." Ionia began. And Lacramioara didn't miss a beat. "The more pleasant they will be for you. Bărbat chipeș." To demonstrate, she gave him a sweet departing kiss on the cheek before returning to Ionia's side as the taller woman moved to the center of the ring, smiling less ambiguously now.

"A fair process, wouldn't you agree?"

After confirming that all three competitors were ready, the referee signaled for the bell.

"Speaking of 'fair', my Queen..." Ionia picked up on that quickly. "Yes. Given that this is a two-on-one affair, it would only be sporting to allow you the first move, Ishigami. I recommend that you make it a good one." The two stepped to opposite sides, creating some space from each other. The goal was to make it look more inviting for him to make a move against either one.

"Impress us."

Translation

"Bărbat chipeș." -- "Handsome man."

[Lico]

"A what, now...?" Yuto raised an eyebrow, although he was then distracted by the peck on his cheek, which turned a little rosy from that. "Ugh..."

Lacramioara, the shorter of the two women, seemingly pretty frisky even though they just met. Of course it could just be her tactics to mess around with him. He sighed and nodded to Ionia in response to her statement.

"Fair, huh... why thank you, I was expecting... a little worse, to be honest," he said.

With the bell rang and his opponents spread themselves from each other, he took a moment to consider his options. Ionia was taller, and no doubt the stronger one in terms of physical strength. Heck, she reminded him of Gloria a little, and he couldn't help but to twitch a little at the thought. On the other hand, Lacramioara could potentially the quicker between the two, which meant he might not be able to catch her easily.

In that case...

Yuto dashed towards the spot between them, then acted as if he's going to make a turn towards Ionia. He had to get there before the two could move away too far from each other to execute his plan, as he'd then make a sudden turn and went for Lacramioara instead, jumping at her in an attempt to tackle her down to the mats, rugby style.

"Yaaahh...!"

[DSX93]

Lacramioara intentionally allowed the Romanian to go untranslated, and Ionia offered not a word in defiance of her wish to preserve the mystery. That kiss on the cheek ought to be ample enough evidence that it was nothing disparaging anyway.

Ishigami was quickly proving himself an interesting man with the manner in which he was conducting himself thus far, standing neither fearfully nor foolhardily in the face of contending against the two of them in tandem, alone. Neither standoffish nor overly eager in conversation. It was like this was just another day at the office for him.

And he started the match right too. He'd been given the first move, and what did he do? Take stock of his abilities and weigh his options. Lacramioara seemed like the obvious choice, but there was more to her than meets the eye, and he knew it. The odds were high that he'd still end up going for her anyway -- high enough for them both to be banking on it -- but that he'd given it the consideration it deserved was only further proof of what they already knew.

Ishigami Yuto has been in six matches thus far, and he's lost every single one by a country mile. None were even approaching close. But these losses definitely couldn't be attributed to a lack of brainpower.

And daring. The two were still in motion when he pulled the trigger. That he ran for the space between them, rather than for either of them directly had Ionia smelling a feint and taking up a defensive stance, which was what tipped Lacramioara off. To the unfamiliar eye, it would appear as though the former's reflexes were operating as normal. But to the latter, she might as well have been moving in slow motion.

Having already been expecting him to go for her anyway allowed Lacramioara to not only sidestep him, but get her hands in place on his upper and lower back to turn some of that momentum against him and apply some downward force while he was in the air. Unlike a real vampire, she didn't have the strength to put him down right then and there, but it would still make for a rougher landing on the mat.

[Lico]

Yuto's eyes widened as he saw Lacramioara avoided his tackle attempt. It's not that surprising, but he thought his chance was at least fifty percent. Judging from how she reacted, though, it might as well be as close to ten percent. And so he was pushed down onto the mats where he landed unceremoniously with a grunt.

Thankfully, he had a much rougher fall before, so he's only slightly disoriented for a moment. Yuto tried to got up and scrambled away from his opponent, knowing it wouldn't do him good to stay down for too long. He'd turn around while still half crouched, wanting to see whether Ionia or Lacramioara would chase after him.

[DSX93]

Like a bug from the shoe...

Lacramioara followed him to the mat, but was only able to get a piece of him. A hold at the beltline of his pants that wasn't solid, gone the moment he turned around. She loitered in the position it left her: Right there in front of him, on all fours. Ishigami would be afforded a wonderful view down her dress, and with her red eyes gazing up at him, inviting an approach, she'd use her arms to squeeze her breasts together.

[Lico]

Yuto saw Lacramioara in front of him, tauntingly inviting him with the suggestive pose. If he didn't know any better he probably would have jumped onto her straight away. However, knowing how nimble his opponent was judging from their first exchange, he decided to approach her cautiously instead, while also keeping an eye to Ionia's movement. Of course, it's hard to resist temptation when it's flashed right in front of him, so he couldn't help but to glance at Lacramioara's chest from time to time, before averting his eyes quickly before he could get too distracted of flustered.

As he got closer to her, Yuto would try to grab her arm. His intention was to whip Lacramioara towards her partner if he could do just that.