Bruce "King" Torvalds vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom - Best 2 out of 3 Reverse Hentai Match

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce opened his eyes and found himself outside of LAW and outside of his mind. Laying in a shallow pond filled with water lilies, the hot sun above beat down on him. Bruce's lazy body struggled to move and seek shelter, but then a single giant pink flower in the sky slipped itself between Bruce and the searing heat. The flowery eclipse brought a shade of relief. From every part, the flower in the sky glistened with nectar. Droplets coalesced on the petals and stamen, then fell like light rain down onto Bruce's face. Drops of nectar fell onto his cheeks, lips, and tongue. He tasted salt and bittersweetness. Hm. Pretty good. Then, a rush of relief and peace spread throughout Bruce's body. The spicy inferno in his mouth disappeared. The pain in his head and balls subsided.

Bruce's limbs felt numb, but he was content to stay where he was, lying there in the water. Damn, the Feywild is pretty nice. I think I'll stay here for a little bit. Maybe just... take a nap. Bruce closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue to catch more of the magical pain-relieving nectar falling from the magical flower in the sky.

Bruce woke up to find himself in a different world where pain-soothing nectar rained down from a flower in the sky

The Feywild may be a land of beauty and honey, but as the Satyrs sometimes say, "Travelers distracted by vice may pay a hefty price!"

Suddenly, the magical healing pink flower in the clouds descended from the sky and down onto Bruce's face. The petals, wet with nectar, closed around Bruce's mouth and nose. "Mmmffmmff" The devil was muzzled, and his heart beat faster as the flower engulfed and suffocated him. The pistil raked its erect nub and spread its juices across his lips and nose and eyes. Bruce tried to resist, but his body was still numb with weakness, and his strength was returning too slowly. The corolla wrapped tightly around his neck in a vice grip.

Even while the flower was killing him, Bruce was magically drawn in by the deadly fey plant's enthralling hymn. "Bruuuucey. Brucey-butter-dee-loo... How's about you wake on up and...Gimme a lil nibble huh?" An otherworldly compulsion drew out Bruce's tongue to serve the pleasure of the fauna that had captured him. His nose waded through the layers of petals. Bruce's lips bit softly into the erect nub of the pistil. He greedily drank the flower's nectar, and the more he drank, the less pain he felt from his Earthly injuries. Bruce's tongue traced itself down the pistil and deeper into the flower, down towards the source of the analgesic juices...

Suddenly, the magical healing pink flower in the clouds descended from the sky and down onto Bruce's face

The petals wrapped tightly around his neck in a vice grip.

A concerned voice with a Brooklyn accent called out from afar. "She's trying to rub one off on your mug, Boss!"

Bruce recognized the voice and his tongue retreated from the inside of the flower. Joey?

Wood clanged against aluminum as a woman with a katana stood atop the metal bleachers in getas and yelled out "Don't let her cum while she's on top!"

Devil girl. "I never thought I'd say this, but put away that tongue!"

Bruiser. "Get out of there, King!"

Kiyomi! Everyone! Shit! Bruce finally realized his crew was calling out to him. The pain in his head and groin reappeared. The spiciness returned to his mouth. Reality slowly began returning to Bruce in pieces, along with a momentary surge of energy. Time to get out of this fucken rabbit hole!

Bruce's arms regained a facsimile of strength as his hands slapped and gripped hard onto Shimmerlace's ass, using her curvature as handles. With as much strength as the dazed devil could muster, Bruce pushed and heaved and attempted to roll Shimmerlace off of him. But, he could feel the fairy's glutes tighten below her fat rump, and her thighs squeezed tighter, cutting off Bruce's air. Bruce's lower back arched, and his abs tensed in desperation as the vice tightened. His waist and legs blindly shifted across the ring floor, searching for any point of leverage to knock the fairy off before his oxygen ran out. During the struggle, Bruce's belt unbuckled, and his pants came loose. Bruce's lower torso fell up and down, his ass dragged along the floor, and before long, his pants slid halfway down his legs. The grand entrance of Bruce's exposed speedo was quickly upstaged when his cock popped out and slapped against his navel. The horny devil's lasciviousness was on full display for all to see. "Mmmfmmfff" Shimmerlace's pussy muffled the devil's desperate moans. Eventually, the devil's fiery resistance subsided to a low simmer beneath the fey as his erect cock wagged side to side in tandem with the helpless gyration of his hips. For the time being, it seemed that the Hunted had captured the Hunter.

During Bruce's failed escape, his pants slid down, and his cock slipped out of his speedo, fully exposed.

[Malkavia]

And there...he...was.

(Inside her)

Honestly, she hadn't expected him to oblige half so quickly or with a quarter of the vigor. She had staged a look, elbows on the ground, chin cupped in her palm as she craned her neck around to watch him struggle. It was supposed to look smug. But that didn't last terribly long once his tongue started lapping at her folds.

"Aaah—Well I...Hoo...!"

His tongue was warm. And firm. It was a muscle after all, wasn't it? A crafty little cunt. In her cunt. Sliding from one end of her vagina, up along the lips, to the clit, slick and cheeky and making her shiver for every inch. Her hands squeezed her cheeks, then slid up to her sweat-soaked forehead, leaving white imprints behind.

"Let's....goooo...BRUCEY!" She was panting like a dog by the time Bruce's little friends started chiming in.

Boys and girls, devils and yakuza. Shimmerlace noticed the devil girl especially. The one who'd been...drooling, was the proper term, at the prospect of topping ol' Bruce.

I wonder how homegirl's feeling right now?

Bit jealous, perhaps?

...Bruce was getting to be a problem, though, now that he was awake. He bucked and tried to play the hero, but—alas. Down he went. Thud on the mat, while Shim's now sopping pussy slid over his lips.

His cock slipped out of his briefs.

It was so...sweet. Flopping there at an odd angle, clenching, struggling to reach its full length. Shimmerlace's jaw slackened. "Fffuck..." One of her hands slid between Bruce and the feychild, to give his mouth a little help in stoking her fire.

And while the warm slither of pleasure wormed its way through her cunt, up her navel, and out her mouth with a pleased little gasp — as she sat triumphant on Bruce's face — her eyes caught the devil girl's. Hot little number, she was, with her frosty bangs and piercing red eyes. Tits weren't bad either. Shimmerlace held her look for a beat, then grinned.

"I woooooonder..." Her hand brushed over the length of Bruce's manhood, ticklish, all without dropping Miss Devil's eyes for an instant. "He's pretty excited here. Does he get this hard and long for you good folks? On—oh what was it. Taco Tuesday?"

Her fingers curled around the base of his erect cock. Precum glistened at the tip, and when she squeezed her legs and leaned forward so she could brush over his head and lap it down, the taste was salty. She draped her tongue over the head, drawing a circle while she shot one last look to her mark in the crowd.

She was going to deepthroat her cocky little devil. She'd been practicing for this moment—toying with variously sized dildos, and a few...helpful volunteers, following Eleanor's advice as she went. Take it slow and open your throat. Slowing down can make it real intense for some guys. Worst case scenario, you might have to swallow a few times as you work your way down -- and that might make them even happier.

Bruce was the biggest she'd ever taken.

But she took him. Down, deep. And yeah, she had to swallow, and squeeze his whole, thick member as her tongue caressed and played with the place where the loose skin around his dick met his head...before she rose, sucking off his now-slick cock, as she began to sixty-nine Bruce with all the fey wiles in her practiced, wicked heart.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

“You s-sparkly bitch. That's too fucking hot." Devil Girl whispered to herself after Shimmerlace caught her eye before going to town on Bruce's cock in the middle of the ring. The crowd roared and cheered as Shimmerlace trapped Bruce in a 69 pin and ground his face between her thighs.

Bruce bucked hard below Shimmerlace, like a bull desperate to throw off its riding cowgirl. But when the nearly naked devil grabbed at the fairy’s hips to push her off, Shimmerlace would simply squeeze her thighs even tighter. When Bruce bucked his hips against her face, she would just push him down and take his cock even deeper.

Devil Devil girl bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. She gripped onto the iron bars in front of her seat as she imagined how it would feel to be shimmerlace right now.

"Good center of gravity. Strong hip control. Tough spot for boss." Bruiser praised Shimmerlace's technique as he observed the fairy's impressive ground game.

"Yeah. How does she fucking do it? It's not fair." Devil Girl asked with half-lidded eyes that never looked away from the ring.

Brooklyn stopped making bets with the strangers sitting behind him when he noticed Hannya's face turning red and her squirming uncomfortably in her seat. "Yo, girl! You feeling ok?"

Kiyomi noticed Hannya shaking and breathing heavily as well. "Let me check for a fever." Kiyomi reached out to feel Hannya's forehead.

All the while, Shimmerlace continued to fellate and grind her crotch against Bruce, until she made another cheeky eye contact with Ms. Devil Girl again.

Shimmerlace made eye contact with Hannya again, the jealous devil girl in Bruce's crew, as she continued to pin and fellate her boss

Suddenly, Hannya stood up, climbed onto her seat, and shouted out to Shimmerlace. "Enjoy his cock while you can! Bruce never bottoms for anyone, no matter how hard you try! He's gonna throw you off any second now, you'll see!"

Bruce, his face buried deep in fairy thighs and slick with heat and honey, muffled something inaudible into Shimmerlace’s pussy. He shot a thumbs-up in the general direction of his crew as he continued to struggle to escape the fey prison.

Hannya stood there on top of her chair: flustered, hot, and very much bothered.

[Malkavia]

Right, now, Shimbo—one doesn't just fellate like an oil drill now, does she? No ma'am, thought Shimmerlace, as she swabbed Bruce's dick with her tongue. She kept her rhythm strict as a dance — ONE two three (lick), SWALLOW AND LIFT two three (kiss) — but embellished with each stroke the way she swirled her tongue, caressed with her lips, or squeezed the base with her hand.

Like so much in her life, it rhymed with magic. Tricks have a steady beat, the moments of presentation, misdirection, and revelation the audience expects, that you MUST hit—yet what separated the great performers from the bores were the details in presentation. Your own private stamp and cadence.

...Fuck, but this was better than practice. The crowd hollered, and though Shimmerlace's mouth was a bit occupied, her heart hollered back to them as her eyes scanned the audience, grinning in their expression as wide as ever she did without a cock in her mouth. With Bruce's every buck and moan, she glowed a little brighter, her hair a pink skein of cobweb mussed all around the mat.

But the very best of it, the shining, brilliant diamond atop the moment like the big red cherry crowning one's favorite three-flavor sundae—that'd be dearest Devil Girl. Enjoy his cock while you can, indeed!

With one last roll of her tongue along the bottomside of her new favorite boy-toy, she let Bruce's cock pop out of her mouth. She smacked her lips, grinning right between the ropes at miss loudmouth, devilish queen of the salty cunts of the S.S. Envy.

"Oh he neeeeeever bottoms, huh?" she called, before glancing back at her ass. She shook her hips, grinding herself against his scruffly devilish chin. Shimmerlace's dimples curled, as if she'd just been told a joke three parts adorable to one part hilarity. "Nyaaaaw. Girl. Methinks, eh. Thaaaat might say more 'bout your capacities than Brucey's. What say the rest of ya?!"

The crowd roared, and Shimmerlace took Bruce's steaming dick in one hand and began to pump. Up and down, squeeze and slide, roll the palm over the head! She accelerated her pace. "WHAT SAY YEEEEE, friends?! Will we see him bottom all over the mat?! How long will it be—Five seconds? Ten? place your bets now, queers and steers, before the ffffffat. Wad. Sings!"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

“M-My capacity?” Hannya gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white, a stark contrast to the red blush spreading across her face as she watched Shimmerlace toy with Bruce and suck him off in ways she never imagined. “W-what the fuck are you talking about, you Feywild floozy?!” Devil Girl’s body was burning with jealousy and… something else.

Brooklyn punched Hannya in the arm and chuckled. “Damn girl! The fellatio fairy called you out hard.” Bruiser chuckled. Kuyomi gave a slight smirk.

Hannya turned around and hissed at her friends. “S-shut up! As if any of us can keep Bruce down for more than a minute!”

“Bruiser has a high score of 2 minutes 24 seconds. And my best time is 109 seconds.” Kuyomi said flatly.

Bruiser nodded deeply. “You could learn something here, Hannya. For example, see what she’s doing with the tip? It’s a lot more stimulating than what you-“

“S-SHUT UP!”

Back at the ring, Bruce was trapped in a Watery Sphere of pleasure that made every attempt to escape a half-hearted venture. “Mmmphhh—nnnngh—!” Bruce could hardly breathe as Shimmerlace’s slickness rubbed over every inch of his face. He reflexively pushed his nose and mouth up into her, her scent filling his lungs. Down below, Bruce's cock melted into her mouth as she gave him one of the best blowjobs of his life. D-damn. Bruce reflexively kissed her pussy when she kissed his tip. Maybe I really could just… stay here a while…

Bruce could hardly breathe as Shimmerlace’s slickness rubbed over every inch of his face.

“Boss! What. The. Fuck??!??!” Hannya voice pierced the crowd's raucous cheering like a megaphone.

Oh shit! Is that Hannya? I think I forgot to tell her she looked good in the devil horns and tail today. Bruced stopped lapping up fairy juice for a moment.

Devil Girl STOMPED one foot on the railing, and barked with her fangs out. “Are glitter and thighs all it takes to tame a devil!? Get your tongue out of her fucking cunt right now, or I'm un-attuning you from your balls the next chance I get!”

Brooklyn backed her up: “Yeah, what the hell, boss? You said no one could top you unless they beat ya in a fight. Looks like she’s doing both at the same time.”

Bruiser called out Bruce's poor showing: “That’s not how devils wrestle, boss. Flip her or I’m gonna take your horn!”

Kuyomi sighed and shook her head. “Should we start calling her ‘Boss’ now, or wait till King taps out?”

SLAP!

Bruce brought his hands down on Shimmerlace's thigh, and with Bull's Strength he pried his face out of the fairy's pussy prison just enough to get a breath of fresh air. Through squished cheeks, Bruce called out to his crew:

“You! Mother! Fuckers!! You’re all going in the cage with the fairy if ya don’t shut the fuck up! And as for you!”

Another SLAP, this time on the comet’s tail.

“It’s been a.. fucking great trip in Wonderland, but I’m crawling out the hole right now!”

And with a HEAVE, Bruce pushed harder than ever in a desperate attempt to sit up. If he could find strength in his legs that still tingled from Shimmerlace’s lip service, he would sit up straight as Shimmerlace continued to 69 him, and then get ready to try to stand while carrying her!

[Malkavia]

The Fellatio Fairy huh? Shit, that was some good branding. Why didn't her fans ever come up with that kind of gold? Come to think of it—her fans were never ringside, were they? Sure, there were some regulars in ye olde Pinkette section, but none she could really name—

But Shimmerlace's mid-coitus musings had to pause when the earth began to shiver and rumble beneath her...legs.

"Eeeeey! Fuckface! I ain't finished!" But call as she might over her shoulder, Bruce still heaved up his body with enough core strength to lift her whole hindquarters a foot in the air. She found herself pushed off his beautiful nethers, her palms to the mat, legs about his neck.

...Yeah, she could see where this was going. One fairy lifted by her ass by the big ol' muscle man, perhaps spun about like a half-naked helicopter propeller before–KABOOSH! LE SPLAT.

Noooo, thank you spank you very much ma'am. Shimmerlace grabbed the nearest bottom-rope. Bruce rose, and her hips rose on her shoulders, and then her hands gripped the rope, and she got streeeeetched. But she stayed connected to the rope. She craned her head over her shoulder.

"Fiiiiiiiine then. Listen to your lil brown-nosing crew of infernal underlings, Brucey." As she spoke, Shimmerlace uncoiled her legs from around the devil's neck and tried to curl so she could press her soles against his chest and push the fucker off. "Just gonna make it alllll the SWEETER when they gotta kiss. My. Seelie Seat!"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Shimmerlace tried to buck the nearly naked devil off as she hung precariously on the ropes, but Bruce wasn't done with her yet! Bruce's throbbing cock bounced around and slapped his navel as he wrestled with the fairy's legs. "Gotcha!" Bruce finally managed to snatch both of the Shimmerlace's dazzling white boots in his hands.

Then, with fiendish strength, Bruce tamed her wild legs by forcing them into a jaw-dropping vertical split. Bruce's left hoof trapped the fairy's delicate right foot on the mat, and his right claw hoisted her elegant left ankle high up in the sky. He wanted to take a moment to gloat and gaze upon the handiwork of his unorthodox pin, but then his eyes went wide and his face turned red. The way Shimmerlace's legs stretched from heaven to earth as Bruce held her in place showed off her flexibility and "curves" in a way that made everyone in the arena turn their heads.

Bruce locks Shim into a vertical split while she hangs on the ropes

The crowd gasped, whistled, and cheered. Even the announcer sounded a little flustered. “L-ladies and gentlemen, that is… technically still a legal hold… I think?”

As Bruce held Shimmerlace's legs in place, his lascivious eyes traced her long limbs from stem to stern, and he felt a pulse of heat hit his stomach and... somewhere a bit lower. He subconsciously rubbed his eager, hard cock along her inner thigh as he bit his bottom lip and stared just a bit too long at the loosened laces of her left boot, gripped in his right hand. G-guess the laces came loose in the tussle... Bruce imagined what precious treasure lay hidden just behind those rubber soles and white leather. With smoldering eyes and an unusually soft voice, he forgot his devilish quip and could only muster a whisper. "G-goddamn..."

Hannya roared over the catcalls and cheering crowd. “You keep gawking at her feet like that, and I swear, Brooklyn better hold me back or I’ll climb in there and kick your ass for her!”

Brooklyn chuckled. "Like hell I'm doing that."

Bruce tore his eyes away from Shimmerlace's feet and legs and shook his head clear of... whatever he was thinking there, his cock having unwittingly smeared precum all over her inner left thigh. Focus, Bruce. She’s just another fighter… a bendy, leggy, too hot for fuckin' TV, glitter bombshell! Fuck! Bruce coughed and composed himself, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he got back into his groove and shot a copyrighted devilish glare and a smirk towards the trapped fairy.

“Seelie temptress! You gave me a taste of heaven… but c’mon,—you know a devil can’t touch the pearly gates without bringing a little pain.”

Bruce raised his free left hand and clenched his fist into a mace of infernal punishment. His balls still aching from the ballsplex earlier, Bruce put on a mean and evil grin from ear to ear as he brought the hammer down on the cheeky fairy's cunt!

Low Blow with the Infernal Mace!

[Malkavia]

Of COURSE he'd do it, dumbfuck!

She knew it the instant he started talking, could sense the vibrations of his unruly machinations in the gristle and crust of his voice. Her eyes met his as she heaved and pumped against the rope. His eyes smoldered, and she quirked a grin, and then that surly dragon-devil of a cunt popped her in the box.

She watched it happen step by step. He clenched a fist, twisted his torso around his spine, and delivered a knock-out lump between her legs. Her gut went tense as a live wire, and her hips — not to mention the rest of her body — lifted a solid half-foot off the ground.

"ACH!"

Was that her voice — her lovely Irish-inflected alto? Nah, couldn't be. That voice was breathy, high. A squeal. Yet when she did start yapping again, that high-pitched spring kept twisted in the vocals.

"Yyyyou ffffuckin—infernal cowshit of a b-b-butterfly's arse—"

"OOOOH, that's GOTTA hurt!"

Shimmerlace bit her lip, shaking her head as she gasped and stared at the mat. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Waves of refreshing pain radiated from her lately pressed sweet-button—a deep ache, followed by waves of nauseatingly sweet satisfaction. Her insides clenched, and her eyes lidded, and her knee shook as she felt her whole body turn loose and flexible. Her body ached for collapse, but she couldn't — not hung up the way she was. She became intimately aware of each point of contact between her and the olive-skinned Atlas stretching her heel from heel. Before, the muscles he'd stretched ached; now they positively sung with the delight that made her drool.

But while the crowd was cheering and jeering, and Bruce's popcorn crew roared their hurrahs and Bruce preened for the spotlight, Shimmerlace's green cut wider and wider across her scarletized face.

"Brucie~" she growled, low and sweet, just for him to hear. "You 'n..you 'n I...we've...GOT to fuckin' SLAM that cliche shit of an announcer." She caught his eye in her own, then licked her lips. She was not joking. "He's ruining our moments, that bile-hearted fuckface."

Even as that cometfall of an impact settled to a low burn between her nethers, she felt something sharp and positively fascinating when she saw the horned man loom over her spread thighs. A lusty, drooling part of her wanted to see what he'd do next if she let him.

But there were scant treasures to be had in submission, so instead she yanked sudden and hard on the leg he was holding aloft. His grip was tight, but after all that tussle, the laces were growing loose. And her leg was now slick with cold sweat. As she squirmed like a worm and heaved her chest, her foot slipped from the boot.

Then—here was she! Barefoot but with one leg free, and Bruce holding the molted footwear. She twisted, pulled in her leg, and aimed a pink-soled mulekick at her favorite devil's jaw!

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce reeled from the sudden kick to his jaw, stumbling backwards, nearly falling on his Speedo-covered ass.

The nearly naked devil locked his intense green eyes on the bewildering pink fairy with a fierce, burning gaze. From her feet, to her legs, to her pussy, to that cheeky fucking mouth. How the fuck, Bruce thought to himself, is everything about her fucking perfect?

Bruce licked the dripping blood from his newly split lip, the taste mixed in with the salt of Shimmerlace's foot sweat that smeared across his reddened cheek where her sole had graced his face with that sweet fucking kick. He's not normally one to enjoy getting kicked in the face, but when those pretty pink toenails freed themselves from their knee-high prison and glimmered in the arena lights, he was more than happy when she brought that heavenly hoof to his jaw.

Bruce wiped his messy face with the fist that punched her in the cunt. He could smell that sweet aroma of her slick juices that he's become so wonderfully familiar with. She took that punch like a fucking champ. I think she even liked it. Fuck me. That's just not fair.

And every time Shimmlerlace quipped at him, Bruce's heart alighted with a flutter that he had to stamp down to avoid the urge of matching her infectious, whimsical energy and acting silly himself. Just... She was just... pure fucking fun. Bruce straightened his back in line with his still energetic, exposed cock. Hands on the hips with boot in hand, and the green-eyed devil spoke low and sultry to his fey prey.

"Forget the cliché cunt up in the crow’s nest."
Bruce lifted her ivory boot to his lips, kissing the sole, his eyes never leaving hers.
"We’ll have plenty more ‘moments’ once I’ve got you chained up—for keeps."

We’ll have plenty more ‘moments’ once I’ve got you chained up—for keeps.

[Malkavia]

That crack between Shimmerlace's legs might have lit more than Bruce bargained for. As she turned about in her corner, back pressed to the post, Shimmerlace stood all knobbly-kneed. Bent over, butt high, but grinning like her face had been carved that way.

It had been a long time since she'd taken a pop that solid, and the after-tremors were still doing whirlamajigs inside her ribs. Pain lingered but only faintly under much stronger sensations the pulsed hot with WHUMPF of her heartbeat.

The audience dug this shit too, she noticed—and not just the funny little geeks with fairy wings. Crowds had their own volume and pitch settings, a kind of background THRUM above and below all the individual chatter. And this crowd? This crowd had kick.

She started laughing, shaking her head as she straightened up the old back and rolled up her shoulders. She brushed off one shoulder, then the other, and got back to her bouncy springy standing stance boxer stance, all loose and lithe.

Then someone blinked and her smile dropped and everything else froze. Her eyes darted to Bruce. Her fists clenched while her head tilted and her eyes flashed. She raised a hand and pointed at her jaw. A new, dangerous smile crooked into just the right cheek.

"ALLLLLRIGHT then! Solid fuckin' hit, Brucie. Solid. But I think you can do better."

She reached out with her free arm, pointed at him, then gestured. Come at me! And she was stepping toward him, one leg back one leg forward. A fey fencer. The whole while, she kept her jaw jut out and her finger pointed right at it. Target numero uno.

"Hit me again. Biggest fuckin' SMACKEROO you can, right here!"