Food For Immortals (Ionia and Lacramioara Albescu vs Ishigami Yuto)

[DSX93]

Ionia licked her lips as Ishigami came to life in her hand. She hasn't gotten to play with a man since Russell and Marco, a fellow bisexual married couple that she and Lacramioara met at a swinger's club a few months ago. They exchanged numbers after a very pleasant night, with all in agreement that another foursome was in order. But as is to be expected when wrestlers and civilians intersect, their schedules seldom do the same.

A half-Crab with the tease of a handjob. Lacramioara was wondering what she was up to with that refusal dial it back with the hold, not wanting to cause him too much pain. But their plaything's moans were a testament to her hand's ability to make up for it. His quickening, heavier breaths were warm against the smaller woman's cleavage. Combined with the sight of his reddening cheeks, it drew a pleasured chuckle from her. He wiggled about some, but it was nothing that couldn't be contained. She continued to focus on the moment, letting him come to a stop on his own.

After his face was taken into her chest, a pair of hands at the back of his head would keep him there. Shoulders shaking back and forth would result in some motorboating action while Ionia escalated with his cock, gripping it the best she could with his pants still in the way and applying firmer pressure. It still wouldn't be a proper handjob, of course, but that tease was the entire point.

"This isn't too much for you, is it, chipeș? Feel free to tap out if it is."

Translation

"chipeș" -- "handsome"

[Lico]

As Ionia took a firmed hold on his shaft through his pants, Yuto twitched around cutely from her stroking, clearly pretty affected by her teasing even if it was just a warming up act. His own squirming and Lacramioara's movement, on the other hand, also resulting in him involuntarily motorboating her, adding more stimulation and distraction for him at the same time.

"Mmmghhh...! Nnghhh...!"

He could have easily lost himself within these two beauties' hold if it wasn't for Lacramioara telling him that he could tap. It wouldn't seal the match or giving him some penalty session, but it'd still sting what little fighter's pride he had. Unfortunately, it didn't look like he could have another way out from his opponents' grasps. If anything, it was quite curious to him that Lacramioara suggested the tap out. They're clearly just seeing him as their plaything, not wanting to break him too fast. The thought itself was turning him on and embarrassing him at the same time.

However they did gave him a little dilemma in this situation. While Yuto could feel himself starting to get a little lightheaded from the smothering, Ionia's stroking kinda made a part of him wanted to just be held and teased by them for a little bit longer. Fortunately at this stage, he was still able to think more clearly and made a more rational decision.

"Mmmmbbbb..." he mumbled weakly, then tapped on Lacrmioara's arm, while his lower half still wriggling from Ionia's teasing.

[DSX93]

"Just as expected." Ionia kept a steady pace, wanting to arouse, but not drive him over the edge. "He enjoys a good mixture of pleasure and pain." Something that was made quite evident to her partner in undeath, as his squirming had inadvertently pushed him even further into her. His face was getting as much a fill of boobs as one could with her dress on. No doubt he'd be able to feel her quickening heartbeat, especially when she wrapped her arms around him, one hand landing on a broad shoulder and the other parking itself at the back of his head. "Mmm, that he does!" She nibbled at her bottom lip as her body filled with a craving for his. For closer, more complete contact.

"This is Heaven for you, isn't it, Ishigami? Being here..."

"In our clutches."

"Down on the mat, trapped in between two immortals. Being stretched out and teased, so masterfully..."

"And treated to a close up view of the loveliest pair of breasts in the world. A true privilege."

Lacramioara received the compliment with a bright, toothy, beautiful smile. "Like your back being the resting place of a derriere that was crafted by artisans of the highest caliber."

It was then that they both had what was essentially the same thought. What could effectively be summed up as, "That's it. She's going to have at least one orgasm before this is over." And both started forming plans of how they would make that happen. While they did their brainstorming, still continuing their torture of their opponent, he would mumble what felt like an answer into the aforementioned loveliest pair of breasts in the world.

"Mmhmm", it sounded like to her ears. The reverberation that his muffled utterance sent through the owner's body was noticeably weaker than the rest. It was time to ease up. She pulled herself back, freeing him from her confines so he could get some air in his lungs, moving her hands so they'd cup his cheeks in between them, studying his expression for any signs of distress and finding none. Good.

He tapped out here, on her arm. The sound was one that wouldn't reach Ionia, who was looking away at the time. "He's tapping, my Queen."

Lacramiora gently set his head down on the mat, and Ionia lessened the torque on the half-crab. But she was slow to let go of his cock -- just a few more strokes before she released him. Afterwards, the two stood and made their way towards each other. The former would take the initiative, reaching up to wrap her arms around the latter's neck to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss, garnering another loud, positive response from the crowd as their tongues waltzed, like they had when they were introduced to the LAW universe. Lacramioara's hands glided down the arms that were wrapped around her waist, taking a path that led almost directly to the taller woman's great, round ass. One hand per cheek, clapping down on them and drawing a moan that was released into her mouth, then slipping underneath her gear to rest on the supple flesh that her now damp thong left bare.

Ionia was smiling from ear to ear when their lips separated. Oh yes, her Mistress was horny tonight!

They wouldn't be able to focus on each other for too long, however. Their heads turned, almost in unison, to see how Ishigami was doing with the time he was allowed to recover.

[Lico]

The way they're talking to him seemed to have affecting him in a way he didn't understand yet. There's something about the idea of being "in their clutches" that's stirring him up. He's still experiencing a bit of discomfort due to the half crab hold, and the smothering, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't enjoy some part of it. The good thing about being smothered was that he didn't have to admit it out loud. Ionia and Lacramioara might read him like a book, but at least he didn't need to embarrass himself further for the audience, for now.

Yuto was a little surprised that he'd let go right away, although Ionia did take her time fondling his package to the very end. He groaned, almost sounding a little frustrated that he had to part ways with the taller woman's hand, then slowly rolled himself onto his back. As he lied down and tried to catch his breath, he noticed that Ionia and Lacramioara went around to his side. He wasn't paying attention to what they're doing at first, but as he regained a bit of strength, he turned his head towards them, and saw that they're making out with each other. Damn, they looked so hot together. He felt himself twitching down there just from witnessing their intimate moment.

He kept looking for a while, until he remembered that he's still in a match, and tried to pick himself up. His back was still feeling the effect of the stretching from a moment ago, so he rolled away from the pair, wanting to get on his hands and knees first before raising himself to his feet, assuming he's allowed that much.

"U-ughh..."

[DSX93]

Oh, he's trying to get away. Lacramioara was content to allow him the space he was going for. That he was crawling so soon spoke of the damage Ionia did with that half-Crab. Let him reach the ropes, pull himself up, and start fresh. Fresh-ish.

Ionia wasn't about to let that happen, however. What she had in mind to get him back where they wanted him was something she wouldn't normally consider doing so soon in a match, but Ishigami was ineffectual enough for it to work. The only problem? Her size. That is to say, the shadow it protrudes.

She couldn't just walk over there and grab him, no. She had to take the stealthy approach. One that she would've considered character suicide normally, but they were at play here, so in Serina's eyes, it was fine.

The tall woman crouched down and pursued her prey. Lacramioara immediately cracked a smile and covered her mouth to suppress her laughter at the sight of her wife stalking about like...what was the name? It was some kind of Snake. She was definitely going to tease her about this later.

Eveline was going to bring this up later. No doubt about it. Serina thought of this as an action hero moving in for the kill, but her darling would inevitably have a sillier interpretation. But she kept her low profile, hands up and ready. And when she reached him, they shot out for his ankles, which would quickly be wrapped underneath her arms. Her hold on him secured, she turned over her shoulder to call the next move. He wasn't so close to the ropes that she considered it something to worry about. "Am nevoie de piciorul tău. O să-l fac să-l sărute pe al meu."

When Ionia dragged Ishigami to the center of the ring, where Lacramioara was waiting with a foot raised, ready to set down on his back. The lower half, so pain would do for her what her weight couldn't with that foot alone. "We can't let you back up yet." Ionia circled around to the front of him, bringing one foot forward on the mat right in front of his face when she stopped. "The Black Queen requires tribute first."

Tribute. Serina liked that.

Translation

"Am nevoie de piciorul tău. O să-l fac să-l sărute pe al meu." -- "I need your foot. I'm going to make him kiss mine."

[Lico]

Yuto didn't look at the pair's direction as he tried to move away from them, partly not wanting to be distracted again. So he had no idea that Ionia was stalking him in a manner that might not be fitting the image she had shown to the audience so far. All he knew was that he suddenly got pulled back by his ankles, then dragged back to the center of the ring while he helplessly tried to claw his way to freedom.

"Aah...! No no no...! Ugh...!" his pitiful protest ended with a grunt as he felt a foot on his back pinning him to the ground.

It wasn't a particularly nasty stomp or anything, but the right pressure on the right spot could easily do the job, and that seemed to be what Lacramioara was doing. He groaned, wriggling under the smaller woman, then looked up at Ionia who moved in front of him, offering her foot as a condition for him to be allowed to stand. Damn, he had to say the idea was quite a turn on. He did act a little defiantly, trying to make Lacramioara's foot budge with his struggling, unsuccessfully, before eventually leaning towards Ionia's foot, somewhat reluctantly. He gazed at the queen briefly, then kissed her instep.

"M-mmh..."

[DSX93]

Such a protest he raised! And before Lacramioara had even put her foot down. And he did a little wiggling. Pretended to struggle, put on a brief show of defiance. It was better this way: If these people wanted to see pure dominance from start to finish, dominance where the dominated starts out having already given in, well...Pornography that was centered around such scenarios was plentiful.

Plus, it provided the opportunity for them to run a little experiment.

With some hesitance, Ishigami leaned towards the booted instep that Ionia set before him. His eyes rose to her looming figure. The red eyes that gazed down upon him as she waited. The corner of her mouth turned up in a small smirk when he did as he was told. Her commanding presence would suggest otherwise, but this was actually a very new experience for her. Before this night were many where she would be dominant, but none where she was Dominant.

It was nice enough. A role that so far, she feels she'd rather leave to Lacramioara, but one that she can revisit in the future for more of this public play. In private, however? We'll see. "Quick and relatively painless, was it not, Ishigami?" She asked with a dark chuckle, lifting her foot to pat him on the head in a mocking show of affection. "Please help the man up, my dear."

Lacramioara crouched down and offered him an arm. If it was taken, she would do what was asked of her, albeit, with some liberal interpretation of the phrasing. Ishigami would find himself standing in between the two "immortals", with The Black Queen standing in front and her beloved taking position at his rear, arms wrapping around his waist to pull their bodies closely enough for her soft breasts to mushroom against his toned back, her chin resting on his muscled shoulder, the cuddly vampire nuzzling her smooth cheek against his. Skilled hands went in opposing directions. One going up towards his defined chest, the other moving southward to get a lingering feel of his six pack abs before stopping again at his waistline to flirt with his belt buckle. Would she undo it?

Ultimately, no.

But the five fingered journey wouldn't stop there. Each one would find his hardness through the cloth, with her thumb stroking where she just knew his other head would be. Her pace would be much the same as Ionia's: In no rush, steady.

Ionia would watch her work with a lascivious lick of her lips.

"As you've no doubt already noticed, this needn't be unpleasant, Ishigami. Being here..." Her red gaze turned to the Romanian, whose mind was sharp. Sharp enough to catch onto the game at hand. "In our clutches." Her warm breath would wash over his ear as the words were whispered into it. The two would exchange understanding grins.

The Black Queen would cross her arms behind her back, jutting out her chest just enough to draw his eye. "Indeed, you will find it very...'rewarding' to stay this course. What say you?"

[Lico]

As Ionia used her foot to pat him in return for the kiss he performer, Yuto could feel a shivering sensation running through his back briefly. He felt all tingly for a moment, a sense of embarrassment which also fueled something else. It's a little surprising that Lacramioara helped him to get up, but as it turned out, she also had an extra motive to do so.

He felt her breasts pressing against his back again, and then her hands trailed, one towards his chest, and the other, going downwards. He gasped and instinctively arched himself a little, bringing his ear closer to her lips, his hips wriggled a little from feeling her caressing. The hand didn't stop there, which he somewhat expected, but still unable to deal with in time.

"O-ooh..." he tried to suppress his moaning, as Lacramioara's stroking n his bulge was mostly only enough to keep him stirred, but not much more.

If they just wanted to maintain his arousal, it certainly worked, effectively. Then there's the phrase again, which brought a stronger reaction from him this time, partly because of the hot breath of Lacramioara on his ear adding a more sensual touch. It's as if he's slowly falling under their spell, without fully realizing what's happening.

"I-in your... nnghh..." he paused abruptly, his gaze locked on Ionia's chest for a moment while he twitched around cutely in Lacramioara's grasps. "R-reward..." he blurted, then looked at Ionia meekly. "T-that'd be nice... mmmh..."

[DSX93]

Squirm as he might, Ishigami's every move brought him closer to Lacramioara in some way. His ear to her lips. Hips almost bucking as that hand went further and further down south, like he couldn't wait to feel her touch. And he wasn't really trying to separate himself from the breasts that were still pressing into his back.

Her touch hardened him further, and when she breathed that phrase into his ear...! She had a hand settled right over his heart. When he heard that phrase, it started pounding. And just by looking at him, Ionia knew what was going on inside of them.

Speaking of insides, his reaction was exciting both women, reaching out and touching their own nerdy hearts. It was like they were affecting somebody with Presence in real life.

Ionia responded to his words first with a nod, and a look that wouldn't be unfamiliar to him; the smirk of a predator that knew that its prey was...in its clutches. "A wise choice."

"Indeed. I like him, my Queen. Do you think we could make him a Doll?"

"We'll see. Asumă-ți o poziție de ruptură a gâtului și îngenunchează când îți spun eu."

"This won't be all bad, Bărbat chipeș." A quick word of warning and a kiss on the cheek to soften what was coming a little: Lacramioara turned until their backs touched, reached back to grip his chin in her hands, and pulled. It would give his neck a good stretch, but she wasn't applying as much pressure as she could. Ionia approached their potential Doll while she did this, reaching forward to lay a hand between his toned pecs, getting her own feel of his amped up heartbeat before sliding it down to his abs.

If she hadn't watched the videos of his matches and read between the lines, she would be wondering how a man so nicely built could be losing so consistently. Those muscles were made to do more than impress the girls at the beach.

She would take a kneeling position of her own. Not in front of the man, of course -- the amount of out-of-character moments she had to offer him had been exhausted with that brief bit of sneaking about. "Îngenunchea." Instead, she would

(Like this, but with his neck directly over Lacramioara's shoulder)

with Lacramioara. The taller woman's arms would reach around Ishigami's waist, gliding over his manhood, but giving it no direct attention this time.

"All of this over the pants touching must be quite frustrating." And up to his belt, which teased at the buckle as Lacramioara's had. "You could be allowed relief from that, but there will be something required of you first. I believe I speak for both myself and my wife when I say that we want to hear how much you crave our touch."

"Well spoken as always, my Queen. Your body has already admitted to it, Ishigami. All except for your mouth. Tell us how badly you want it."

Translation

"Asumă-ți o poziție de ruptură a gâtului și îngenunchează când îți spun eu." -- "Assume a neckbreaker position, and kneel when I tell you to."

"Îngenunchea." -- "Kneel."

[Lico]

"A-a what...?" Yuto didn't get to think too much about what Lacramioara said as Ionia quickly spoke in foreign languages again.

He'd soon learn about what the two women were talking about as Lacramioara shifted around, now facing away from him while having her arms around his neck. She was obviously going to do something that's not just teasing, but Ionia's presence gave him almost no wiggle room to try countering what her partner was about to do, even if she's just running her hand around his midsection for the time being. Perhaps either Lacramioara or Ionia would have no problem containing Yuto on their own, but together they pretty much made him looked like a doll on the strings, only dancing to their whims.

And so as they both dropped onto their knees in sync, taking him down in the process, he could only gasp and groan in response. They bent him over a bit, but nothing too painful. However Ionia's hands being so close to his nether region almost made him want to buck himself, even though he knew he'd only hump nothing but air.

"Uughh..." he tried to wriggle around a bit, arms flailing harmlessly, indecisive between going for Lacramioara's arms or Ionia's, not that it'd help him in the slightest. "I... nnghh... p-please... I'd love... to be touched... and granted a relief... hnngg..."