Southern Heat! Delilah Jefferson vs. Drake "Domino" Vyril!

[overlordofkings]

Delilah's dark cheeks redden at the coquettish smirk Drake gave her as he climbed to his feet. Strangely, he was still showing his back, causing Delilah to raise a brow. Most people don't turn their backs on their opponents, it had to be a trick.

But still... even it was one, the ebony Southern beauty couldn't pass this up. So, Delilah took the gambit and tried to lunge at Drake, hoping that her athleticism would carry her through the trap and wrap her arms around her foe's waist!

[CyanDimitrik]

He figured it was confidence, attempting to exploit an opening or a weakness. It might have just been the urge to put her arms around him and feel over the abdominals. Either way, it has her moving forward and committing to the grapple attempt.

Domino skirts to the side, weaving just barely outside of her arms. He whirls in a semi-circle right around to her back, attempting to catch her in the same position; his arms tight against her waist, hands set against her flat stomach. His chest presses tight behind her shoulders, his hips firmly against her backside. Pulling on her stomach, he bends his knees and attempts to launch them both backwards in a brutish leaping German suplex, hoping to drive her head against the mat behind him before releasing her.

[overlordofkings]

Youth had many advantages. Arguably the most important advantage was that a body's natural abilities were at their peak and because of this, young people tend to bream with confidence. Ironically, that same strength was also youth's greatest weakness, for it can often lead to over confidence.

Which was what Delilah finding out for herself after her lunge was completely dodged. "Huh? Urk!" She gasped as Domino grabbed her waist. Before the ebony beauty could even react, she found herself lifted in the air again. "Dammit! Not aggaaiinnn!" the Southern Belle yelled, as she was thrown by another German suplex!

"GRRAAAH!" She cried, clutching her head with both hands in an attempt to ease the pain as she lay on the ground.

[CyanDimitrik]

The landing is a rough one for both, ending with the brunt of the impact against Delilah's head. Domino is left lying back beside her, supine, his chest rising and falling heavily with each labored breath. Beneath the glaring overhead lights, a thin sheen of sweat is easy to see glossing his skin.

Seeing Delilah stunned beside him, however, Domino sits up and turns to unceremoniously drop his body across hers. His sleekly-toned abdominals press tight against her bare stomach, his back arching to grind hard into her belly. His left forearm braces him against the mat, while the right arm reaches back to hook her leg. His hand rests just above her hips, his fingers pressing against her inner-thigh as he cinches the limb against his ribs.

There's no shout to the referee to start the pin attempt. Domino just pants hard over her body, feeling her breath beneath him. His head turns to look back towards her face.

[overlordofkings]

It was deja vu for Delilah. Her on the wrong end of a suplex and Domino pressing his sexy, if slightly sweaty, body on hers in a pin. She felt their naked stomachs mesh into each other, the toned abs laying atop on each other, as Drake had hooked the limb that had tried to squeeze the life out of him not too long ago. And it wasn't long until the referee was on the ground as well, doing her job.

Thump!

"One!" The crowd cheered, clapping and applauding Drake's slick suplex.

The ebony beauty gave a groan, trying to gather her strength to kick out, as the count continued.

Thump!

"Two!"

And with that, Delilah would attempt to kick into action, trying to thrust her leg forward to gain momentum to raise her shoulders, attempting to break the pin!

[CyanDimitrik]

Could this be it? Domino's been driving her against the mat pretty hard throughout the match, and it sounds like she's in bad shape. Domino's stomach pushes tight against Delilah's, feeling her muscles tense beneath him. Every breath she takes causes their bodies to press together, and he arches harder against her just to make it that much more difficult. And perhaps a little tiny extra bit for the enjoyment of feeling her naked belly against his abs.

His fingers dig into her thigh as he holds the leg aloft, nodding to each count of the pin. And suddenly, he feels her abdominals tighten and her thigh flex. She kicks out, bucking her shoulders upwards. He turns over onto his side, still lying across her enticing body. But rather than linger in the moment, he moves practically on autopilot and grabs for her head. Pulling roughly, he rolls onto his back and rotates her onto her stomach. Her face is pressed directly against the bulging firmness of his hips, and his legs kick upwards to hook her jaw. Legs scissor tight together in a figure-four, and her face is compressed hard against his trunks, easily feeling every delicate feature of her pretty visage against him. One hand is set behind her head to keep her in place, the other against his boot to continually add pressure in little bursts.

[overlordofkings]

Delilah managed to kick out of the pin, and with authority too. She'd expected that Drake would sigh in frustration, before getting up and trying to pick her up for another suplex. But as saying from one her mom's favorite movies goes, "Life's like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get." And happened next was far from what Delilah predicted.

For, instead of picking her up, Drake rolled off of her. And before Delilah could react, he reached and grabbed a hold of Delilah's head! "Urgh!" came Delilah's surprised grunt as the pretty boy grabbed a hold of her head. Before the Southern Beauty respond, Domino's legs suddenly enveloped the ebony wrestler's neck! With one clutched over the back of her neck and the other anchoring the shin of its fellow leg, forming a four and forcing Delilah's face into Drake's... well, there was no polite way to say this, package.

"N...Ngh!" The black woman gasped, her nostrils filled with Drake's scent. A smell that Delilah couldn't say was unpleasant (quite the opposite actually). Unfortunately, the view and smell of the hold came with a high cost, which was being able to breath. And Delilah found out, when Domino's sweat glistening thighs to begin doing their dirty work as they began to constrict around her neck. "Urgh!" Was all the black athlete can say, as she instinctively put her hands on his legs to try and untangle them.

Or she might of wanted to grope them. Delilah wasn't entirely sure.

[CyanDimitrik]

Was it his intention to lewd the poor girl? They'd certainly been having their moments in the ring so far, and he wouldn't deny absolutely loving it - save for those particularly painful moments before, granted. But this would seem almost overt, right? It isn't even a "hentai" match. But the truth is, it's fairly half-and-half; a little indulgence in the fact that the two clearly like each other and are blatantly attracted to one another, plus payback for the scissorhold she held him in before.

Of course, the desire to win is also a strong component.

Whatever fuels the fire, it doesn't lessen the fact that Delilah's pretty face is buried firmly against his hips. Every squirm, every shift of his hips, causes her features to brush and rub against him. And with one hand pulling his own leg to tighten the hold, and the other pulling against the back of her head to keep her cinched in place, there's little else to do here other than to enjoy it and... well, ride her face to victory. His body flexes beneath her with each bursting pull, muscles tensed, refusing to let go, his hips bucking a little against her.

[overlordofkings]

Truth be told, in the right setting, the right context, Delilah wouldn't mind being in this position. In fact, a part of her still didn't mind. That part being a part of humanity that numerous psychologists have tried to analyze throughout the ages, but Delilah digressed. In any case, her neck being crunched between Domino's toned thighs, her face forced into his package as his scent rubbed all over her, was a situation that was happening in the ring.

"Urgh..." The ebony Southern Belle lamely groaned, as she began seeing spots in her eyes. Failing against his legs wasn't going to get Delilah any closer to victory. And despite how... playful the match had been, Delilah was still an athlete and she still wanted to win. So, as her oxygen supply decreasing thanks to Domino's legs, the ebony woman attempted to try and get on her hands and knees, so she'd be in a better position to stand up. And thus find a way out of the hold!

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake is refusing to think about it. Just, flat out refusing. He has Delilah where he wants her - in a number of ways - and he isn't letting go. His arms pull against her head and his leg, and as she leans in, he shifts his balance a little higher along his back. Hips shift, pumping against her face as if to grind her features away. But, in fairness, between the two of them? That's not why he's doing it. He's doing it because she has a pretty face, there's obvious chemistry between them, and he's taking what he wants.

"Go limp... and you're mine...," he murmurs to her with a coy smile, suggesting he probably means more than the match victory. But he can feel her body starting to give out on her. It's just a matter of time before she either submits to him, or lets herself sink fully against him.