A Session with a Goddess

[Lico]

"Gah...!" Yuto wheezed and panted as he was finally released from the strong grip of Neith's legs. "Uuughh... guuh... y-yes..." he answered between his heavy breathing.

While laying on top of the session wrestler, recovering from the squeezing, he couldn't help but to wonder if the woman was a former wrestler or even an active one. She's skilled and pretty fit, so he wouldn't be surprised if she's in the wrestling business and not doing it just as a side job or anything. Not that he actually remembered seeing her anywhere, although he's the type who didn't really follow news in the first place.

For now, the boy waited for his first task of worship, most likely one of the many he'd have to do during this session...

[HotWheels]

He did seem winded. Ever-loving her body's effect on even the strong, Neith contentedly watched him struggle against her to recover for several seconds like a lounging empress waiting for the next servant to bring her a fresh bunch of grapes. She did not lay hands on him (she had learned the value of leaving someone to their own devices in the midst of these sessions), but waited for him to decide that her body either served as a fine place for him to rest or peeled himself away from her. Most did the latter, but he stuck to the former. Impressive that he was not completely intimidated.

But, she was due worship that he wanted to offer. Finally, she pushed him up and off of her himself, but gently. The pain would resume soon. "I can only give you so much freedom to worship me to start," she began. Another skill of the session wrestler...building to the proper finish. Give him too much too soon, and he would be nothing but her slave in no time. She liked the fight in him. To that end, the goddess eased back, presenting a foot and calf before his face. "Kisses. Here first. Let's see how skilled your lips are."

[Lico]

Yuto blushed as he saw Neith presented her foot in front of his face. He somewhat expected it, but still filled with a mixture of embarrassment, as well as a sense of admiration for the body part he's going to worship soon. His experience in the wrestling business had made him developed a taste for several things, after all, and it wasn't hard to see that if one was attentive enough to his reaction.

"O-of course..."

Yuto leaned forward and kissed the sole of Neith, once, twice, then he continued to cover it with soft kisses until he had every spot covered. At some point, a bulge began to form on his boxer, which he hoped wouldn't be too noticeable. He'd like to argue that it's just natural reaction at this point...

"Mmmh... mmmhh..."

[HotWheels]

Watching people melt at the prospect of intimacy with her body would never grow old.

He looked sheepish, and making people look sheepish amounted to her entire job. Neith merely stared at him with dark intention, waiting, as he stuttered that he would indeed offer the worship she asked. After a moment, he began, and Neith internally sighed at his first kiss. As those kisses spread over the entirety of her foot, she decided that whether or not he kissed well (and one could not tell by kisses on their feet), he at least did his job thoroughly and with some amount of interest and passion. Sufficient enough for her purposes, and she herself enjoyed the heat of having herself so treated.

She also did not fail to notice his reaction to her. She would have almost been insulted if he had failed to react; clients should react to her.

But she paid it no mind as she decided that his first bout of worship had proven worthy. "Thank you," she told him. Completely demanding session wrestlers proved a dime a dozen; she found people enjoyed a dominant woman who appreciated them, too. That did not stop her from crushing them unconscious...but she believed it brought on more allure. "Now..." With that "warning," she slipped the foot away from his lips and back behind his head, then the other foot came up to join the other by crossing around the other side of his head. She used that grip to try and throw him onto his back atop the bed, where she planned to clamber atop him.

[Lico]

Yuto had to say he almost lost within his task if she didn't pull away her foot. Once he gotten into it, the idea of stopping often became quickly forgotten for some reason. He was surprised that she actually thanked him, his eyes blinked hearing her words, and he responded with a meek nod, looking a little delighted from her appreciation.

The session continued right away, however, before he could even think of readying himself. Neith's legs seized his head and he was then flipped onto his back. Yuto barely got the time to even be surprised. His instinct was to try getting up, but the session wrestler was already on the move, and her weight descended on him before he could do so, pinning him to the bed.

"Ugh... w-what now..." he smiled wryly, bringing his arms in front of him to try defending himself from whatever she might do next, trying being the keyword.

[HotWheels]

See? He liked it. Neith so enjoyed wrapping them around her finger with all she could say and do to push her clients' various and sundry buttons. One moment, she might squeeze until they turned red. The other, she might offer them something far less painful and far dreamier. She had become so popular because of her knowledge of this balance. She also felt she had struck a chord with Yuto. He might spend the rest of the session kissing her foot if she would allow him. But Neith had her own needs too, and she wished to have him surrendering to her again.

With a practiced deftness, she flicked with her feet around his jawline and threw him flat to the bed. In more sudden action than she typically showed during these sessions, she flicked herself up and threw herself over him so that a thigh sat atop both his shoulders. Considering her fairly hefty weight and excellent skill in distributing that weight, Neith could keep him down for quite a while if he fought her, but he only brought his hands up to try and protect himself. Neith reached, trying to grab each hand with her own, and leaned down with an appealing grin to look into his face.

"Do you really want to protect yourself from me, or just give in?", she asked, before letting go of his hands and leaning back to prop hers on either side of his crotch, where his enjoyment still proved evident. Neith did not touch him, but her hands remained dangerously close. "This tells me all I need to know."

Given how he had reacted to the kissing, she swung both of her feet up and tried to plant them on his face in a smother while she sat on his chest and continued to lean back with her hands balanced on his thighs. He would have his hands, so escape would prove easy, but she wanted to see how he would react.

[Lico]

"W-well... I..." Yuto seemingly wasn't sure of of himself, unable to give an answer to Neith as his sentence only ended up with a gulp in the presence of her predatory grin.

He didn't get too much time to make up his thought, as Neith then brought her feet up... and planted them on his face! The boy twitched and wriggled under her, letting out a muffled groan of protest that sounded half hearted. His hands did reach for her legs, but after initially trying to pull them away for a moment, his effort was getting tamer relatively quickly.

His lower half had been a little restless, and the now more apparent bulge on his boxer had been twitching and throbbing constantly almost like a heartbeat. One could only wonder whether he could actually have a little accident down there just from being smothered by Neith's feet at this rate...

[HotWheels]

Mmm, he wouldn't pull her feet off of his face. As they settled in place comfortably and covered his features, he groaned into them in a way that did not sound the same as misery to her trained ears, and those tugs on her legs proved even less convincing. He liked being buried beneath her feet, and Neith did not even need to look over her shoulder to reveal that truth. She watched, patiently and curiously, to see if he came up for any air, but he remained firmly wedged where it seemed he belonged for the moment. "You kiss and worship them, but they take your breath away," she said aloud, making simple commentary.

When she did look over her shoulder at the part of him quite visible in his boxers, she realized that she might be giving her dear client more than he could handle. Oh, but knowing she was doing so thrilled her to such a great degree that she fully grinned, self-satisfied. If she kept up, though, that fun of watching him grow intoxicated to her might end far too early. She needed to refuse him that quick pleasure if she would have all of her fun before the session ended.

She lifted both feet from his face and leaned forward again, looking him in the face with a question in her eyes. "Can you get me off of you?"

[Lico]

It almost felt like time was flowing slower for Yuto the longer he's struggling under Neith's feet. Her scent was already turning a part of his brain into mush, and by the time she pulled away, his groan sounded more like he's disappointed rather than relieved being able to breath freely again. Not that he didn't want to, but it felt like he's just started dreaming only to be interrupted right away.

He panted while looking at her, a little flustered and dazed, but with a somewhat silly expression on his face. Her question was met with a slightly delayed response, but the boy would try to get up halfway and use his hands to try pulling her to the side.

"U-ugh... I guess..."

[HotWheels]

Neith missed the simple seduction of her smother, too, but if she got paid for more, she would give more. Nevermind that she wanted to run him through the gamete of all she had to offer before their time ended. He looked groggy. Good, that would force him to take longer to dislodge her and allow him a chance to cool off so that she might turn up the heat yet again. It felt pleasing to know that she controlled the pace to her desires; she would never enjoy a session any other way now that she had mastered the art of the delicate manipulation of another's body.

She did not fight him in the slightest when he started rising and pushing, and it still took him an effort to even jostle her after the smother. Of course, Neith weighed...a bit. More than any average girl next door. But she did teasingly smile at him while he tried, and eventually, he did get enough of a push to force her off of him. Gracefully, she fell against the mattress, looking back at him while her body and cheek rested against the mattress. She did not make any quick attempts to move. She planned to play a game she loved, more of her manipulation.

"If I was to lie here and give you the chance...what hold would you trap me in?"

She only asked and dared him so she could show how easily she could turn the tables on him...but she wished to see nonetheless. Yuto should feel flattered; not every client got the chance to play this part of her game.