A Session with a Goddess

[Lico]

For a moment it felt like Yuto was making some progress. That was, until Neith suddenly shoved him away, disrupting his balance, and before he could react, the woman already caught him on the side headlock. The boy groaned, his hands instinctively reached for her arms while he squirmed, which made his cheek being rubbed against the side of her breast. The realization of what happened did make him pause briefly, and just before he's thinking to start fighting back again, he was already pushed down the bed, with Neith's breast weighing on his face.

"Urg..." Yuto struggled around, trying to pry her arms and shoving her away, although for the moment she got him all trapped quite securely. "D-damn..."

She's clearly more experienced than him judging form the exchange. Yuto would try to make things difficult for her as much as possible, though, even if his effort would end up amount to nothing. He'd try to wriggle around, trying to create an opening that he could use to slip away from her hold, or so was the plan he had in mind.

[HotWheels]

As Neith settled partly atop him, she stared down at the side of his face and savored the feeling of his struggles as he attempted to wriggle and writhe away from her. His movements brought a great deal of friction between her skin and his. With each shift, she tightened the headlock a touch, both for her own benefit in the sense of power she held and to tame his attempts to escape. Watching her own arm flex as she trapped him in those centimeters tighter brought her enjoyment, and she glanced down the length of his body, too, to watch his motions as he fought against her.

It already seemed a fine time to start playing the mind games that so many clients enjoyed. She squeezed down harder with a pump of her arm around his head in order to get his undivided attention on her power and voice. "You will leave tonight satisfied, Yuto," she said quietly to him, since only inches separated her lips from his ear. "Because you will never be able to forget about me."

By the time she finished, his wriggling had given him progress in his escape attempts. Knowing better than to waste her energy on a headlock, Neith promptly released him. She did not, however, fully free him to recover. One hand attempted to slam down on his shoulder and the other on the opposite arm so she could pin him in place, and if she locked him in place, she would attempt to straddle his side and tuck a thigh tight to his stomach and his back.

[Lico]

Yuto's struggles only made Neith tightened her lock around his head, keeping him pressed against her chest. The squeezing and distraction made his resistance slowly fading, and he twitched from hearing what she said, her calm yet confident voice sent a tingling sensation through her back.

"I-is that so,,," he replied while still trying to pry away her hold.

In the end Neith let him go, but not completely. Before he could scramble away, the session wrestler pinned him down to the bed and then straddled his side. He couldn't really move around too much like this, but Yuto did try to turn around forcefully, hoping she could topple Neith off him. However, if she managed to hold her position with her strength, then he most likely would remain trapped between her legs.

[HotWheels]

"Unquestionably," Neith answered, just as she freed him from the headlock only to try and pin him right back down beneath her weight. "You will learn why." But he proved wily. As Neith started to sink into place atop him, he rolled with enough force that his weight rested down on her thigh. To avoid having her leg bent uncomfortably beneath him while the rest of her body remained atop him, Neith softly rolled with him until she landed on the bed beside him, giving him a sharp look as if he had done something he should not. But she cared not for having any part of her hurt any more than necessary...she could accept the momentary loss of her advantage.

From her position lying beside him, Neith drew back with both legs before kicking out. She looked for both feet to crash into his side and knock him far enough that he would topple from the bed. She did not have any desire to injure clients, either, but she knew the floor had been prepared and would provide a soft cushion for a landing if he did fall from the edge. The only pain she wished to inflict was that brought by her own body, naturally. Taking advantage of the environment had always seemed irresponsible toward her reputation and prowess. Her body was the only weapon she needed.

That fact pleased her as much as her clients.

[Lico]

Yuto was able to prevent himself from being grounded for too long, but he was kicked all the way to the edge of the bed by Neith for his troubles. The boy was rolled over and ended up falling to the floor with a soft thud. Fortunately the special carpet prepared for the occasion absorbed most of the crash impact so he wasn't really hurt.

"Augh..."

Yuto picked himself up and climbed the bed again, wincing slightly, but otherwise didn't seem to be bothered too much about his fall. He'd move on his knees, trying to pounce on Neith, hoping he could catch her with a tackle that'd bring her down onto her back or something. Of course, he couldn't move as fast as he wanted to on the bed compared to on the floor, so the session wrestler probably had enough time to prepare herself.

[HotWheels]

After her kick proved successful in sending Yuto off the side of the bed, Neith smoothly pushed up and slid to the side of the bed. Her plans involved springing one of her favorite traps as he rose, to snare him between her legs at the side of the bed, but his resilience and athleticism compared to most clients continued to impress and do him favors. He had already shaken off the impact and started rising before she could snare him. As such, she merely licked her lips and pushed herself further back onto the bed on her knees and palms. "You have spirit," she complimented as he again mounted the bed, a touch of genuine admiration seeping in between the appeal. "I can't say it will do you any favors."

Neith had already changed her posture when he chose to lunge at her from the side of the bed, using her flexibility to spread her legs flatly into a W-sit with her knees to either side of her. Neith did not defend herself as he tackled her down, but she did take the tackle in stride, falling onto her back while her legs slid out from under her. They moved to shift around him, and one thigh slapped around each side of his waist. The legs formed a figure-four behind his butt, pulling her more tightly to him in the waist scissor, and she used her free hands to try and grab his head and trap his face against her upper chest, just above her brimming cleavage. "Got you."

[Lico]

Yuto was about to make a slightly snarky remark in response of Neith's statement as he took her down, as he thought he could try pinning the woman from this point. However, that brief illusion of being able to get a momentum against her was quickly shattered the moment her legs caught his midsection.

"Gah...!" the boy groaned, his hands went for her legs, trying to pry her lock.

As soon as he did that, though, the session wrestler quickly took advantage of his defenseless upper half, and his head was pulled towards her chest! Yuto let out a muffled groan and started squirming, trying to pull his head away while still working on the leglock on his waist. It's safe to say that his divided efforts only made his struggle being inefficient, not to mention draining his stamina more.

"Nnngghh...!"

[HotWheels]

A pleasured sigh escaped from Neith as her legs ensnared him, and another joined when she felt him fumbling for an escape. He might have had some reasonable survival instincts within the wrestling realm, but given fumbling, outstretched arms would never pry her legs apart, he did not seem to know what to do to escape her capably. Good. Fighting that reinforced her dominance she always enjoyed the best. With him unable to see her, she grinned to herself as she pulled his head down against her upper chest, an act that summoned yet another satisfied sigh.

As his fighting focused on her neatly wrapped legs and worried her none with the prospect of an escape, Neith settled in more securely. She tucked one foot behind the opposite knee, leaving her calf on his back, and rested her heel in the space between his butt and thighs. His head, she wrapped in her arms, nudging him so his lips would be practically kissing the edge of her cleavage. The waist scissor she tightened, though not enough to completely disable him so that his hands would continue to paw at each of her legs and fight against her.

"Got you," she announced, as if his predicament were not obvious, and she pushed her free foot down against his underside and offered the first serious squeeze of his waist, her whole body bending to pour power into her ensnaring thighs.

[Lico]

Things was starting to get worse for Yuto to say the least. Neith began to apply more pressure on him, squeezing his body further while keeping his head trapped against her chest. His struggle began to weaken, even if he's still trying to loosen her legs around his midsection pitifully. His breathing getting heavier, brushing the skin of the session wrestler as he panted.

Yuto groaned and tried to free himself for a bit longer, before he eventually realized that he couldn't do much against Neith. Embarrassing as it was, it seemed like he had to go for an early tap, and so after another half minute or so of his futile effort, if she didn't let go of him, he'd tap on her legs a few times to signal his first submission of the night.

[HotWheels]

Neith had once seen a movie scene from the west. A woman trapped a man between her legs, squeezing him out in much this same way. The scene had proven to her completely erotic, as they intended, and she had never shaken the idea of that scene. During her many escapades during her younger years, before she discovered sessions as an excuse to engage in her passions all the time, Neith had trapped many lovers in that same way. Not all had enjoyed it, so finding a career where she could enjoy the throes of passion while also getting paid...that had proven a true change of her destiny.

The harder he fought her and the deeper he breathed, the more entertained and excited she became while her legs steadily pumped around his waist. She let loose with a few heavy breaths of her own, her chest heaving and tightening the semi-smother on his face. The more his fingers played at her legs, the more she enjoyed. If he had gotten a little louder, all the better, but Neith would render him loud later. Clients often needed to be eased into the session in much this way...slow, consistent torture that did not scare them off.

"Surrender, Yuto," she urged, with a slightly tighter squeeze of her legs, and when she did...he obeyed. She felt several slaps on her leg and purred, holding on just a second longer. But then she released him, lying flat as she gave him the chance to rest atop her...and start his worshipping. "Good. Now...I believe I'm due your worship?"