Pillaging and Plundering: Sylar Robin vs Asherah

[MrBrightside]

Hentai Match
Win by bringing the opponent to orgasm three times

Sylar was feeling confident as he made his way down to the ring for his next match. After his training session with Iwanaga-hime he was eager to put his skills to the test in an actual match. He wouldn't have to wait long as tonight's affair would be a straight-up hentai match where wrestling skill would fall to the wayside in favor of sexual prowess.

Stepping through the ropes he climbed the turnbuckle to pose in the corner. Sylar decided to forgo his usual ring gear for some black trunks. His attire wouldn't matter much as it would likely be discarded soon after the match started.

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Asherah's Hentai attire

With a brazen swagger, Asherah sauntered into the ring, her eyes locked onto the awaiting challenger. The buxom beauty exuded confidence, her ample assets barely contained within the black bikini top that seemed almost tokenistic against her generous curves. The skimpy thong bottom left little to the imagination, the deep indentations of her hips and pert rear accentuated by the snug fit.

As she stepped onto the turnbuckle beside Sylar, her piercing blue tresses cascaded down her back like a flowing river. The pirate hat atop her head added a touch of whimsy to her rugged, unfettered demeanor. Around her throat glinted a delicate chain adorned with a gleaming gemstone, catching the arena lights.

Asherah flashed Sylar a playful, predatory grin, her plump lips curling upward mischievously. "Looks like someone's eager to set sail, matey," she quipped, her husky British accent thick and sultry. With a sultry wink, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Prepare to walk the plank... straight into my bed."

[MrBrightside]

Sylar took in the appearance of his opponent, looking over her curvaceous figure that was only barely covered by her skimpy black bikini. His eyes were naturally drawn to her bountiful chest, but equally as eye-catching was the pirate hat adorned on her head. The pirate motif was further emphasized when she leaned in close and told him to prepare to walk the plank into her bed.

"I'm ready to brave the high seas lass. But I won't be the one sleeping with the fishes tonight." Sylar smirked back at her while speaking in a terrible pirate accent. The referee then got between the two to create some space. They then gave a brief rundown of the rules before calling for the bell to start the match. Sylar stared his opponent down and extended his hand in a "bring it" gesture. He opted to allow her to make the first move so he could see how she would approach this match and react accordingly.

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Asherah chuckled, appreciating the dreadful pirate accent that fell from Sylar's lips. "Well ain't ye a charming buccaneer," she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. With a coy smile, she took his extended hand and shook it firmly, her delicate fingers wrapping around his larger ones.

As the bell rang, Asherah sprang into action, moving with the fluid grace of a cat burglar. She danced around Sylar, her ample breasts bouncing with each step, the black bikini straining to contain her generous curves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she sized up her opponent, her mind racing with tantalizing prospects.

In a swift, graceful motion, Asherah feigned a takedown attempt, leaning in close to Sylar's torso. At the last second, she redirected her momentum, driving a sharp knee into his midsection with precision and force.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar didn't have to wait long for Asherah to take the initiative. She moved towards his torso with a takedown attempt and Sylar moved to sidestep her. However it turned out to be a feint when Asherah suddenly pivoted and drove a hard knee into his midsection, causing him to double over clutching his stomach.

"Argh!"

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Seizing the momentary advantage, Asherah wasted no time capitalizing on Sylar's momentarily stunned state. As he doubled over clutching his abdomen, she sprang into action, leveraging her momentum to vault effortlessly over his form.

With a wicked grin, Asherah aimed a swift kick at Sylar's head, slamming her heel down with sufficient force to drive him deep into the canvas.

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Asherah didn't waste any time taking advantage of Sylar's vulnerability. She lifted her foot high into the air before dropping it down hard onto the back of his head, driving him face first into the canvas.

"Ngh!" Sylar writhed in pain at his opponent's feet. There was a ringing in his ears as the blow to the head disoriented him. He rolled onto his back instinctively rather than consciously as he tried to regain some semblance of clarity.

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Feeling triumphant over her initial strike, Asherah planted her foot beside Sylar's head, leaning forward to survey her conquest. Her blue locks framed her smug, confident expression as she gazed down upon her prone adversary.

"Well, well, looks like ye've met yer sea legs, matey," Asherah taunted, her husky laughter echoing through the arena. Without breaking stride, she began strutting around Sylar's prostrate form, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath the skimpy bikini bottoms.

"You ain't going anywhere, sailor boy. Not until I've claimed me treasure three times over!" The buxom beauty punctuated her declaration with a playful wink, her piercing blue eyes glinting with mischievous intent as she prepared to strike again.

Ignoring Sylar's temporary disorientation, Asherah seized the momentary advantage to spring into action. With feline agility, she leapt from the ring canvas, vaulting gracefully over the ropes to launch herself towards Sylar's prone form.

The buxom beauty performed a daring moonsault, soaring high above the ring before executing a flawless somersault mid-air. She aimed her trajectory to land directly atop Sylar, aiming to pin her helpless adversary beneath her curvaceous frame.

The crowd gasped in collective awe as Asherah descended from the heavens, her blue hair streaming behind her like a fiery comet's tail. Time seemed to slow as the pirate goddess prepared to claim her prize...

[MrBrightside]

Sylar didn’t react to his opponent’s taunts as he was too busy blinking away the stars from his vision. By the time he managed to regain his bearings, Asherah was back on the move. She had launched herself into the air and was about to drop down on him with a moonsault.

Sylar’s eyes widened at the sight of the incoming peril. At the last second he moved to the side to avoid it. He then swiftly rose to his feet and jumped up into the air to drop his own standing moonsault onto her.

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Sylar's swift lateral movement threw Asherah's timing off, causing her moonsault to miss its intended target by mere inches. Momentum carried her forward, and instead of landing triumphantly atop Sylar, she found herself crashing down into the unforgiving canvas with bone-jarring force.

Asherah yelped in surprise as the impact knocked the wind from her lungs, sending shockwaves through her body. Her blue locks splayed out in every direction as she struggled to regain consciousness amidst the dizzying aftermath.

Lying sprawled on the mat, Asherah's bikini-clad curves were now contorted awkwardly, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to Sylar's waiting attack. Her piercing blue eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of pain, shock, and determination. She knew she had to act fast to turn the tables.

Still reeling from the forceful moonsault, Asherah barely registered Sylar's looming form above her as he pounced. His weight crashed down upon her, pinning her supine frame beneath his muscular form.