Tomás Ferreira vs. Asp -First Time For Everything

[GoingBananas]

***
Match Type
Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO after a forced orgasm. The loser will be the winner's prisoner for the night.
***

Tomás didn’t think there would be anything that would make him more nervous than waiting on Death Row.

Throughout all his life, Tomás was more used to the rough-up jobs. Granted, he can’t use any of the appropriate backup tools such as a knife or a gun, but over in LAW, it still worked the same way. He believed he’d gone through hell, more so than what some people in this federation claimed to have gone through. The gang life is never for the faint of heart, and the kind of crimes he has committed…It’s no wonder why he wants to keep that a low profile.

However, all that he had gone through couldn’t prepare him for this. Tomás had heard of these matches called “hentai” and although he knows the general jist, he assumed that he wouldn’t have to experience it all. It hadn’t been something he sought out, contrary to the popular belief of most of the men in LAW regarding hentai.

But here he was in the gorilla position, tapping his bare heel on the ground, bouncing his leg in a clear sign of anxiety. It’s not like it’s the first time having sex, but using it in a way that evoked a competitive nature was a vague concept to grasp for the Portuguese Nak Muay. “O que é que eu faço?” He didn’t think that the gear he was wearing evoked the kind of “sexy” look that they may want. Muay Thai shorts, black taped hands, tribal tattoos, pra jiads on his biceps. He looked more ready for a standard match than a hentai match. What if he went in some boxers or something?

“Isto é ridículo…” There’s nothing he could do now, not as the stagehand called him to go out. Well, this was it. Whatever happens will happen. However, he doubts that management would be happy with whatever output he’ll bring to the match. The gentle strum of the guitar echoed across the stadium as the man himself stepped out, his expression soft, posture relaxed, thumbs hooked on the waistline, back slightly hunched, his breaths soft and even. As he walked down the ramp, his gait was steady but casual, as if he chose to be in this place rather than being forced by his job, while casually glancing about his surroundings.

Internally, as Tomás walked down the ramp, however, he was quietly nervous. No matter what, this was gonna suck for him one way or another, he thought. Tomás slipped into the ring, tugging on the end of his black gloves and adjusting his jacket, letting out an enormous sigh to help calm himself. “Bem…aqui está.”

[BlackAkuma]

It was Tomas’ first time. Asp knew this, but she might not have guessed it to look at the man.

He was a handsome man. Fit, as many AFW males were, but with a leaner, lither build than she would’ve expected, a frame better designed for speed than brute strength. She especially loved the tattoos that adorned his body, ornate and tribal, trailing off into places that she couldn't see but might see the light of day soon enough. He might not have been to every woman’s taste, but he was to hers, and she liked to think she had a discerning palette.

In short, he had no reason to be ashamed, nothing to hide, the look of a lady’s man. But there had to be some doubt in his mind, some worry about stepping into a field of combat unfamiliar to him. She could relate to a certain degree. While she hadn't harbored any misgivings in her first hentai match, she was going through troubles in her life, problems that plagued her mind, and weighed on her even now as she readied for a fight that had nothing to do with them. She did her best to push forward and focus on the take at hand, but all the same, those worries lingered.

Today would be a cathartic experience for both of them. She could only hope as much.

Asp

Beauty Beats by Beats Antique

Asp came through the curtains with bold steps, striding out with her head held out and her twin snakes slithering about her arm. All eyes moved to her straight away, centering on the unique beauty making her way down the ramp. She took pride in being a rare sight, even amongst LAW’s diverse and vibrant roster. This uniqueness likely caused some of her current problems, but she didn’t regret it for a moment. Her dancing expressed her true self, art, and passion, and she longed to share it with the world.

The crowd appreciated her efforts, cheering her on as she walked around the ring and dropped to a knee so that her pets could slither their way off her shoulders. They intertwined with one another and took their rest, lying still with a somewhat nervous timekeeper only a few feet away. She blew the man a kiss and stepped away, sliding in under the ropes and rising like her namesake, twisting about to the music’s increasing crescendo and continuing to do so even as it began to fade.

As it drifted away, she brought her gaze to Tomas and stepped towards him, eager for the match to begin, but also wanting to get a word with him. ”A pleasure to meet you.” She brought a hand up to assure him. ”I trust this is your first time with such matches? If so, you needn’t worry - I promise not to be overly aggressive. This will be pleasurable for us both..”

[GoingBananas]

Nah, this wasn’t helping one bit. He had hoped that the nerves would soon dissipate as he stretched his arms and shoulders, but he found them growing. Or was it the anticipation just causing it to worsen? He couldn’t tell. This was worse than his first fight, at least back then he was younger and much dumber. The Portuguese felt out of place, a sledgehammer being put on the list of tools for open heart surgery.

How he was going to perform in a match like this was anyone’s guess.

Though once his opponent came through the curtains, he at least had something to focus on other than his shortcomings. The song was interesting to listen to, as was the sight of this redhead. After his actual debut, Tomás didn’t question people’s appearances at first glance. What mattered was the actions. And while there wasn’t much to read at first, the serpentine movements were hypnotizing. A true rare beauty, carrying some snakes on her. Hopefully, they aren’t poisonous.

The crowd was appreciative of the show she put on and so was Tomás. At the very least, management wasn’t going to pit him against someone who was off-putting to the eyes. Though with the quality of the women in LAW, there was no doubt about it. Tomás rolled his neck, getting some of the tightness relieved as Asp approached the ring, stepping inside to meet the man. A warm, inviting presence would be what greets the Nak Muay, Tomás being slightly hesitant as if it was a trick or not. “I see news has travelled fast. Or am I that obvious?” Tomás chuckled nervously, scratching his head. Eventually, he would accept the handshake. “Da mesma forma, senhorita. And yes, it is. Admittedly, I cannot help but feel out of place, so forgive me.” Tomás could not help but have his eyes trail to the floor.

“Não sei se serei eficaz para vos dar o que querem…”

[BlackAkuma]

As much as she wanted to stay lighthearted, she couldn't help but frown as Tomas’ gaze shifted to the floor, looking as if he’d already resigned himself to losing the match. True, the odds were not in his favor. He was being forced into a game where he had no experience, cast far out of his comfort zone, swimming in deep, uncharted waters. But that lack of confidence didn’t suit him and it threatened to sully their entire experience. It simply would not do.

”Don’t. You are precisely where you are meant to be.” She kept a hold of his hand and ran her fingers over the back of it, feeling the contours, the sinews, the muscle within. Such a trained, athletic body, hones in the fires of combat. She would’ve been so far out of her depth in a standard match, which was likely the whole point.

”There is nothing to forgive, but I am curious.” Asp stepped in closer and placed a hand to Tomas’ chest, a light touch. She ran her fingers along the curves, as if mapping them for memory, and dipped her head low enough to meet his gaze with her own. ”Are you unused to combining sex and fighting, or unused to sex in general?” As much as she hated to be so direct, there was little avoiding it in this case, though she at least had the good sense to lower her voice for what came next.

”Will I be your first?”

Personal, yes. But considering what they were about to do, that line had already been crossed.

[GoingBananas]

Confidence is key. And Tomás knew all too well. Just that in these circumstances, it’s hard to muster up some. He had heard a bit of the talk behind his back, stories of the guys and with hentai. It doesn’t paint the best picture going forward, and despite trying to frame this as just a match, it hasn’t been clicking yet.

Asp seemed to pick that, keeping a hold of his hands, giving reassurance. His body didn’t flinch the moment Asp placed her hand on his chest, but it did made him look up from the floor and too Asp’s eyes. He had the answer in his head regarding the first question, but it was the second that managed to bring a single chuckle from the Portuguese Nak Muay.

“Não, senhorita, that honor has already been given.” The ashen-haired man stood up straight, picking himself up from the brief self-loathing. “It’s the former, by the way. The combination is, admittedly, foreign. But I am not foreign to the fighting part.” Tomás cupped her chin with his index finger, if only to activate some of the charms that he has.

“I take it you’re experienced with both? I heard of rough foreplay, but could you handle me?”

[BlackAkuma]

Asp was honestly a tad disappointed to learn that she wouldn’t be, for want of better words,’breaking him in’. She loved having that first experience with someone, of showing them heights of pleasure that they had never known before. It was like showing a blind man color for the first time, always a memorable experience. But she wasn’t surprised that someone else had beaten her to the punch - a man like this wouldn’t stay untouched for too long.

Knowing this was his first sensual battle was a close second, however, one she was more than willing to take. She was about to say as much, too, when his finger came to her chin for a second caress, pulling her in with a delicate touch with the audience oohed and aahed, loving their little performance.

Instead of answering him straight away, Asp pulled her head back, dipped down, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the finger that had been stroking her. She sucked it, suckled it with soft, supple kiss, and even let her tongue work its way around the side. A lewd, lustful performance, only ended when she stepped back.

”I believe so.” She lowered her stance, brought her arms up, poised to strike, and undulated her body, moving as if a wave coursed through her bones, a hypnotic and deadly dance. ”By all means - prove me wrong.”

[GoingBananas]

Tomás wouldn’t know about Asp’s slight disappointment about the news, though she didn’t reveal it as such on her face. The Portuguese chose not to delve too much into details about it; he doubted she would have wanted to hear all that went down in Lisbon. And to be frank, neither did he.

Besides, this was a whole different ball game, and he was making steps to finding the right kind of groove. Rugged as he may appear for an actual fight, he could turn the charm on when needed. Asp would respond favorably to the way she handled his finger, which shows how much she’s experienced with it all. If anything, it certainly did the trick, Tomás wiping the saliva-coated finger on his chest. Giving a grin and a nod as he stepped back, mirroring the redhead. “Como você quiser, minha querida.”

He does have to get it in his head to speak English more.

The bell would ring and Tomás settled into his traditional stance, bouncing on the balls of his feet, tensing up, a mix of loose and rigid. As opposed to Asp who moved serpentine-like. His mind reminded him of the time he faced another dancer in his debut. And Tomás knew all too well how devastating those attacks can be, unorthodox as they can be. So at least he wouldn’t be caught surprised and left to adjust to the fly.

Fists clenched, the Portuguese Nak Muay stepped in, initially testing the waters with a few feint charges, gauging Asp’s reactions with some fake jabs. Ultimately, not committing to anything just yet. His method is simple: treat this as a normal match and then figure out the rest once Asp isn’t able to bring much resistance. Brutish, but it’s the only thing he knows. As soon as he got a good estimate on the range, Tomás stepped in, faking another jab, but he would swing his back leg for a low kick, targeting the legs early on. Asp may not be tall enough to be considered “cutting the tree down”, as Muay Thai calls it, but he has a feeling those may be useful to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Outwardly, Asp was relaxed and poise, flowing like water, every bit serpentine as her namesake.

Inwardly, things were a tad more complicated.

While she was no expert on fighting styles, she was familiar enough through cultural osmosis to recognize Muay Thai when she saw it, acknowledging the telltale stance and bounce. Her mind instantly went to Sophia, and their first bout together. While the German had yet to specialize in this style, she was also a dedicated martial artist, and keeping up with her had been no small feat. Asp was still a neophyte in combat sports, taking on someone who had been fighting for years, perhaps decades.

Not that this realization was about to send her running for the ropes or anything - she knew things like this were bound to happen. But she stayed mindful and wary as the bell rang and the match began, realizing that she was only a few good strikes away from disaster at any time.

Tomas didn’t seem to favor a heavy beginning, coming at her with a cautious approach. Her threw out a jab, a feint, one that she fell for - it put her in the path to take a low kick, smacking her against the shin. She stumbled to the side after the hit, corrected herself soon enough, but the numbness lingered. There was severe power in those legs.

Not that hers were anything to scoff at, and she proved as much when she retaliated, closing the distance with a bold step. She started to swing her leg low, looking like she was attempting his kick, but she pulled her leg back at the last second, chambered it, then relaunched with a faster, deadlier blow, targeting the side of his head, her foot flashing through the air in a swift arc.

[GoingBananas]

Asp had laid the gauntlet, and Tomás took the challenge. While the man could guess as to the kind of skill Asp had on the hentai side of things, the actual fighting was still left unknown. From the way she moved, Tomás had a feeling she would be a tricky foe, if only because he had Eliza and her kicks as a painful reference. Whether she matches her or not remains to be seen.

Tomás opted to be proactive and lead the proceedings, not letting Asp settle into her own rhythm. Although this wasn’t a traditional Muay Thai bout, Tomás treated it like one, keeping himself in the zone. A few feint jabs to keep her wary before the low kick struck true. Interestingly, she didn’t block it. Perhaps she didn't have the sense to raise that leg, or he was faster, who knows? Tomás wasn’t complaining, getting a real hit on the Water Snake. The Portuguese Nak Muay nodded, remaining mobile while Asp regained her footing. Anyone who has taken a leg kick could tell you that you don’t want to experience it any more than once.

Asp would respond with a bold step, not wasting time, and charged into the ashen-haired man. Tomás could see that leg swing low and his knee raised to show the previously mentioned leg block, if not to show the correct way to block it. That was until the leg maneuvered back, before launching at a higher target. A quiet, yet sharp gasp could be heard from Asp, and while his guard was up, it didn’t fully stop the incoming impact heading his way.

Her leg clashed at his forearm, while the foot knocked on the side of the head with a dull smack. Not a full blow, but a swift attack that did leave a mark, leaving Tomás to stumble diagonally backwards. The Portuguese Pugilist attempts to fire a quick teep kick near naval height, regardless if Asp chose to pursue or not, simply a means to maintain space.

[BlackAkuma]

The attack connected - sort of. While he did manage to block her blow after a fashion, there was only so much an arm could do against a leg. Unlike what fight scenes and videogames would’ve had people believed, guarding attack never completely negated damage, more so than usualhen you were dealing with powerful limbs, and Asp’s were no doubt some of the best. Years and years of dancing had given her a firm, solid pair that any fighter would be proud to have - or so she’d been told.

That training also gave her exceptional footwork, and she called on it as she pursued the retreating Nak Muay, dancing afterward with swift steps. He lashed out, trying to cover his backward march with a lancing kick, but she leaped to the side and let it pass by - a close call, no question.

”Trying to run away?”

Her word came just over a whisper, wafting its way to her ear as she closed the distance and came at him from the side, barely touching the canvas as she moved. She threw her skirt up in a wild flourish to conceal her movements, then spun about, lifting her leg up as she turned, and swung it around in a wide arc towards his face, trying to tag him with a spinning hook kick to the jaw.