A Royal Spar

[Teenwrestler]

This has to be it, Daisuke's body was drenched in sweat from the heat in the close grappling he was involved in. His face was even sweatier as it was grinding against her soft orbs, in desperation he gave her thong a wedgie and it seemed like it was going to work as she let out a loud yelp in surprise and pain. He tried to pull away but due to her legs wrapping around even tighter around his thigh he found it hard to really push back, especially since he was already feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen.

"MMNNFFFGGGG MFGGGG *cough* MNFFFHHH" he mumbled as his finger was stretched once more, forcing him to pull his hands away from her butt. In anger, she would further press up into him, almost sitting on his thigh as her breasts further pressed up against him. Daisuke was tiring out, he was locked in the smother for roughly 5 minutes now and things looked bad. His strength was fading, the weight on his one thigh was too much now as he got disbalanced and fell back,falling flat on his back!!!

[Devilish53]

Barely prying her butt free from harm, Eileen let loose another un-elegant yelp as she toppled atop Daisuke given the Wrestling Prince gave way entirely. Her arms briefly going limp after shock to the adjustment of the hold, with her breasts still pressing down, Eileen quickly adapted. Legs locking under and around his in a loose grapevine like restraint, with her weight now added to the hold, Eileen could practically feel her chest engulf the Wrestling Prince's skull.

"You're done..." She'd purr, her own sweaty midriff resting on Daisuke's firm chest, as the posture allowed the redhead to feel each and every breath her male foe took. And already, she noticed how few and far between they would be. And how laboured.

[Teenwrestler]

The one thing that Daisuke wanted to avoid was to take the match down to the mats, especially in this situation. However, the combination of her weight on his thigh and him struggling to breathe, it was inevitable. Daisuke fell flat on his back *THUD* causing her arms to briefly break their grip but it didn't matter much as her breasts were still pressed up against his nose and mouth. Their sweaty bodies wriggling against each other for supremacy as Eileen was on top, her legs went around his to grapevine him then she proceeded to press her weight down onto his, pinning him down and smothering him completely.

His warm breath blew hotter and hotter against her sweaty breasts, his face was a mess right now now as there was no escape! He wriggled under her, bridging up, jerking around trying to reverse their position but he was exhausted now. His hands cupped her butt, moving up he felt her sweaty skin from her waist as he reached the back of her wrestling top, he tugged on it to try and pull her away, he grabbed her hair again, yanked it backwards, still nothing!! His hands went down once more.....he began to tap her butt!! The wrestling prince could not cope up with the Queen's smother.

[Devilish53]

Locked as tightly as could be for a figure focusing on pressing her bosom straight down, Eileen felt victory was inevitable. Her legs not even bothering to sync in a full grapevine; saving the strain of her thighs from pressing Daisuke's legs up and out to bend them, Eileen simply held on, knowing that in the end, that was all she really needed to do. Grunting to herself as those wandering hands slipped all around her figure, seemingly looking for a hidden switch to turn the smother off, a baring of teeth would be the response to Daisuke's gentle pats to her butt. That was, before those pats turned to outright admission of defeat.

"All...too..easy..." She'd groan, releasing her smother albeit keeping her position atop of her male foe, with breasts an inch away from his face and hands now above his shoulders. From here, she could look down, gasping from the exertion and pressing her figure had taken ever so briefly in Daisuke's embrace, seemingly happy to hold the posture for a while. After all, she wanted the Wrestling Prince to know she had his number.

[Teenwrestler]

Eileen was determined to take the prince out if he chose not to tap in her smother. Down on his back, he knew this would be the worst position he could be in to counter a smother. Eileen was comfortable on top, all she needed to do was keep her arms around his head and made sure his face was buried in her chest. Daisuke struggled, his bod wriggling under Eileen's as best as it could. His hands fanatically tugging her top, her hair- he bridged up, shook around but nothing...Eileen remained on top, her sweaty body pinning him down while her sweaty breasts suffocated him, legs spreading his in the grapevine.

Soon enough, he admitted defeat. Tapping her exposed round butt to signal he could no longer withstand this insufferable submission move and admitting he could not escape it. Eileen pushed up, finally giving him some air. His face was red, drenched in her sweat and his own, his chest heaved up and down as he sucked in fresh air. She looked down on him, Eileen looked dominant as she hovered over the prince, hands on his shoulders and breasts an inch away from his face.

"You....*huff*....vile....*cough*.....disgusting woman.....Y-your breasts are....*huff*"he moaned, still couldn't believe how her smother took so much out of him.

[Devilish53]

Looking down upon her defeated foe, ignoring the fact that soon Daisuke would be given a chance to deliver a shade of punishment himself, Eileen raised her right hand. Flexing mockingly, knowing that strength had little to do with the fact she simply did not let her bust part from her male foes face, Eileen couldn't help but smile.

"I wouldn't throw insult towards something you could not escape from...otherwise...you'd look even more pathetic..." Not at all keen to move yet it seemed, Eileen would give a jostle of her frame, pressing her firm midriff down on the already struggling frame of her male foe, with a laughter escaping her lips. Soon however, she'd place her hands to his side, before pushing up, and coming to her feet with but a huff. Her frame was considerably less red than Daisuke's, yet both shared a light coating of sweat to them. Of course, Eileen played off her own sheen entirely.

"Come...I haven't gotten all day..."

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke could not believe he just submitted to this vile submission move. There was no class to it, no grace, yet it was so effective against the prince as the Queen her certainly proved her point and humbled the prince in her smother. She too her time to stay on top of him while he took in deep heavy breathes, still feeling her fit body on top of her. He glared at her as she raised her hand to signal her victory in her submission, he cursed out to her but she was quick to shoot his insults down once more.

She seemed content to stay on top of him, enjoying it infact. Her midriff pressed against his as she jostled on top of him, he bridged up and attempted to shake her off until Eileen decided it was time to get off of the prince and get ready for the second part of their contest. He grunted as he pushed up onto his feet, "*huff*huff* I'm going to enjoy this.....vile woman"he growled as he walked to her, still catching his breath. The prince would then wrap his arm around Eileen's waist, making sure his hands interlock with each other right at the small of her back before he would start to squeeze her, his body pressed up against her as he leaned his head on her shoulder and began to squeeze as hard as he could.

[Devilish53]

Soon rising, not at all keen to deny one such as Daisuke the chance at revenge, Eileen came to her feet with a smile to her face. Only mildly sweaty, save for her breasts, the gorgeous redhead put her hands to her hips, leaning to one side as she pouted at the Wrestling Prince. Given she had given her breath denying move first, it would have been accurate to say that even with a few moments of rest, Daisuke would have been somewhat drained. A fact that made Eileen gleam, even as her waist was snagged up.

Baring her teeth as the pressure poured on, compacting the redheads waistline and pressing her large chest tightly into her male foes front, Eileen's hands quickly sprung to action. Her head forced besides her male opponents own given the position taken by Daisuke, Eileen saw fit to quickly try and shove Daisuke back by such; pressing her hands uncomfortably to his chin, and pushing!

[Teenwrestler]

Her smother took him out and it was now his turn to try his luck. Eileen was to hold her part of the bargain as she would have to willfully allow Daisuke to lock a bearhug to her. She didn't seemed all that bothered by it, with Daisuke's breath being taken away by her it was a safe bet that Daisuke still had not recovered from the submission and was still in a weaker position than Eileen. As he approached her, she gave him a pouty face and struck a pose with her hands on her hips, further infuriating the prince as it only signaled confidence from the Queen.

Once he approached her, wrapped his arms around her body and started to squeeze, Eileen would bare her teeth as she could feel the pain of the bearhug. Daisuke would snuggle into her, his chiseled sweaty frame pressed against her as he squeezed, he felt her head lean and press against his as her hands cupped around her chin and pushed back. Daisuke gritted his teeth as he tried to shake his head in an effort to get her hands from under his chin, he would focus on squeezing, leaning into her more and more while squeezing harder and harder. "You....can't....win....GAH"

[Devilish53]

Pushing harder and harder, matching strength as far as she could against the physically stronger Daisuke, Eileen's teeth began to bare as her body was compressed. Shaking her head, outright refusing to show any true agony, Eileen began to kick her thick, powerful thighs against the males own. Given the distance of course, such kicks were more nudges than anything.

"I already...HAVE..!" A single hand now pushing to that chin, trying to seemingly force the back of Daisukes head to meet his back, her other hand would slip behind her opponents skull. Halting momentarily as a brief compression forced her to gasp, Eileen would latch that hand firmly on the short locks of her foe, pulling in a manner that aided her chin-push!