Tomás Ferreira vs. Asp -First Time For Everything

[GoingBananas]

As fast as the attack came from Asp, Tomás had the right idea to block. He would be remiss if he didn’t have his guard up at all times. Even when you are tired, the man refused to drop those arms. His teacher would tell him that the body has a habit of reverting to bad ones when a person is tired. Those that are great would show their quality of training once they are exhausted.

But with attacks like that, a guard could only do so much. He felt the dull sting, lingering and leaving a painful imprint. Confirming his earlier thoughts upon first glance. As soon as he saw she was a dancer, Tomás knew that Asp was going to be dangerous with those legs. The Portuguese Pugilist remembered how Eliza’s legs felt. The muscles sculpted by dance are intriguing indeed.

The other thing that he remembered was the footwork that it blessed with. Dealing with that was a nightmare against the British Aristocrat and it proved to be the same here. Although Asp brought a different flavor, simply slithering past Tomás’s teep just like her namesake. Completely missing its target, hitting nothing but the air, leaving mocking whispers in his wake.

His leg came back down, fists tightened. The mind had thought about sending a quick elbow while she was in such a close distance, that was until the skirt masked her actual movements, hidden from his sight until the last minute.

“Porro-!

What resulted was his body swinging one way, elbow swinging wide and high over Asp, while his head snapped in the other direction, sending him twirling and stumbling to the ropes. His legs didn’t completely buckle, but for a moment, his brain was left completely rattled, arms draped over the ropes while he tried to shake free from the stunned effect.

[BlackAkuma]

While Asp was not a violent person by nature, she had to say, there was something intimate and satisfying about landing a blow on her opponent. The raw, tactile sensation of it, the thrill of the feedback through her leg, the way her target responded. The more she fought, the more she found herself loving it, like the crunch that came along with delicious food.

She had a taste of that when her kick found its mark, landing clean along his face. Asp danced away, flourishing her skirt as she weaved, wary of a counterattack, but no - she’d done a good enough job on him, enough to cover her retreat and leave him properly stunned. He was at the ropes, his back to her, an open target.

It didn't take an expert to see an opening when it was presented, a golden opportunity to land something truly damaging. She had a fairly good idea what to go with, too.

She dipped down, moving in low behind him, then leaped up with her legs wide open, wrapping them around his head from behind. Asp pulled her body in, draping over his head, sitting on his shoulders, bending forward just enough to kiss his forehead…

…only for her to throw herself backwards in the next moment, pulling his body through the air with her, trying to spike his skull with a Poisoned Rana.

[GoingBananas]

His eyes couldn’t stop rolling. Even though he stopped on the ropes, it still felt like the whole arena was spinning. It’s not a new experience for the Portuguese Nak Muay. Being in the fight game as long as he had been, Tomás knew how long till it would stop. The crowd was cheering on, mostly for the action that they’d witnessed from the first few seconds. A few might have noticed his kind of offence, but most wouldn’t have expected his Muay Thai to be barely effective against the Egyptian. Deep down, neither did he.

His feet planted underneath him, Tomás blinked hard, shaking away most of the effects of vertigo. Part of the game is carrying on until the referee stops the match or you can’t rise. It’s a brutal world, but something that Tomás grew up in. He’d be fine getting through a spinning hook kick.

But a moment of recovery is plenty of time for Asp to close the distance, and with how fast she is, it wouldn’t take long for her to take advantage of the situation. The next few moments happened all so fast - he felt the legs wrapped around said head, tightly latching on the skull, feeling a soft kiss on his forehead.

The rest of what happened in his perspective is where things get fuzzy. However, for everyone else, the stronger, lithe body flipped over in the air before landing with a brutal spike to the mat. For a second, his body stiffened, damn near balancing on his head before the rest of his body landed in a crumpled heap, laying onto his front. His eyes gave a blank stare before blinking into consciousness.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp wasn’t a prideful woman, but she had to take some small accomplishment in laying out Tomas like this, bringing the more skilled fighter down in a relatively short amount of time. She doubted it was all her doing - clearly, nerves left him flustered, thrust into an alien situation, out of his element. Still, the simple state he was in, his position, spoke volumes - on his chest, aching, while she sat on his back with his head between her legs. So far, so dominant.

In a standard bout, this would’ve been around the time where she moved onto submission holds and worked him down, but given the nature of their battle, she had more enticing ways to manipulate a hurting man. She took a moment to stretch, leisurely bending backwards at angle that would’ve had most women screaming, before she straightened out, brought her leg tothe side, and began to slide her hips down his back, coming to drape across him like a blanket.

She settled on his back and brought her arms around his neck, pulling him into a sleeperhold, but not exerting full pressure just yet - she needed him lucid, after all.

”Now comes the more enjoyable part.” She hissed in his ear and dabbed with her tongue, flicking at the sides. ”I tend towards women, it's been a while since I’ve had male company. Please, forgive my rust.”

[GoingBananas]

Getting your bell rung can be a scary experience for those who are new to it. But for experienced fighters, it does come with the territory, especially after concussions and such. With things like these, Tomás blinked, and he found himself chest-first on the floor. Lots of confusion, and a bit of weakness, like after being shocked by a Taser. What happened before when Asp landed the Poisonrana is unknown unless the titantron does a replay for him to see. It can always be like a blink of an eye. Appearing in one place, then you're in another after a blink.

What he could register was something around his neck and a weight draped over his back. Not to say that Asp was heavy, but a noticeable weight of a human being on top of you, regardless if they are smaller. The pain around his head soon registered, radiating all down his spine. He shivered, a brief moment that Asp could feel, her hips pressed down on the small of his back, breasts mashed against his shoulder blades. And there was a lovely scent that wafted to his nostrils. He wondered what it was.

Tomás grunted as soon as the serpentine voice reached his ears and registered in his brain. The part that was the least surprising was the redhead leaning towards ladies. He knew the kind of stuff LAW attracts and what the crowd loves. What was, as soon as his hand reached out to his neck and felt the arm of Asp, is that he found himself in a sleeper hold.

One that got a panicked grunt as he writhed underneath, trying to yank the arm away from his neck, while his other hand roamed around on his side, trying to see if he could grab on anything. Though he couldn’t tell if he was even near the ropes - which he wasn't.

[BlackAkuma]

Tomas wasn’t the only one taking pleasure at the moment. Asp immensely enjoyed the feel of his body under her own, her breasts, mashing against his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of air rushing from those long only to be sucked back in with labored breaths, the heat and sweat mixing between them to create a unique scent, one that would linger on her body for days and in her mind considerably longer.

However, she didn’t expect Tomas to go quietly, knowing full well that she’d only started to work on his physical and mental defenses. Sure enough, he struggled, one hand pulling at her arms in vain while the other roamed about, uselessly flailing, as if he hoped his arms might magically grow long enough to reach the ropes. Both things she knew how to deal with.

With a teasing hum, Asp rolled over to her back and pulled him along for the ride, keeping her arm tight around his neck to pull him on top of her body. At the same time, one of her legs came up, caught his rogue arm, and trapped it against his side, pressing down on it tight to take away one of his best options.

Her other leg, however, found a more interesting target. Her foot slid it way up his pants leg until it found the bulge between his legs and started a slow stroke, rubbing him up and down. She doubted even she was skilled enough to coax an orgasm out of him this way, but it was less about outright winning and more about setting the field for future victory. A deposit towards something greater.

And all the while, her hold on his neck grew tighter and her words grew hotter. ”Just lay back, Tomas. Give in. Let me satisfy you.”

[GoingBananas]

What if he had reached for the other side? A particular thought that Tomás had as his arm sought to grab at anything in order to escape. Although his earlier showing hadn’t been all that optimal, Tomás felt right at home when he was standing on his own two feet. The only time he had to “grapple” was during clinch work. Doing stuff like this was compounding the fish-out-of-water feeling he had already felt before the match started.

He hadn’t used the rope break tactic in his life and while his only time was seeing his opponent using it, Tomás had to use it for his own benefit. Because while he was on the ground, the Portuguese Pugilist became helpless.

Even more so once Asp pulled him so that she was below him, but keeping one of his arms pinned to his side, completely taking away his options. Just when things couldn’t have gotten worse for the Nak Muay, he felt something stroking his nicely sized-bulge.

His body seized up, shuddering on top of Asp, waves radiating through his loins, before reaching his brain. Little air escaped and entered through the nostrils of the Portuguese man, causing him to grunt and gurgle. His heartbeat went up, almost tensing up, and that was before his eyes would move down to what was stirring up his member from its slumber.

A slender foot slid up and down the satin material, and although he was clothed, it failed to halt completely the gradual rise of his arousal. It was a slow rise, almost as if it responded the moment Tomás recognized such a beautiful foot teased its erection.

He heard the redhead’s words, inviting as they were, contrasting with the tight embrace of her arms. With how small she was, they were deceptively strong, with how her biceps cut into his arteries and veins. The crowd whooped with approval. And despite the warm, calming, tempting words, Tomás still had a panicked expression on his face.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Helpless’ seemed like a strange word to describe a man like Tomas, but helpless he was. Yes, he had a strong, virile body, and Asp was certain that, in a standard match, he would’ve been a truly daunting opponent, perhaps impossible for her skill level. But as he was now, tied up with her legs ensnaring him, he was as threatening as a beached shark - nothing to fear, so long as you avoid the teeth.

And that was before you considered her work below the waist. Though there was only so much that even she could do with a single foot while he was clothed, she was still pleased with the results, looking down as she gave him steady strokes. The trick was never to go too fast, never too slow. Always, a strong, steady rhythm allowed him to grow accustomed to her touch, to welcome it, to put his mind at ease.

It brought him closer and closer to where she needed him to be but to make something of this, she would need to relinquish her hold, and that brought with it the danger of losing progress in the process. However, she did have a few ideas on how they could both be satisfied.

Asp eased up on her chokehold, just enough to let him speak, albeit with some difficulty, while her playful foot pulled up and slipped beneath his pants, letting her wiggling toes wander in the darkness.

”I’ve a proposition.” She let one arm slip away, so she could her fingernails down the smooth contours of his muscled chest, just shy of scratching him. ”Let me take you. Lay back, allow it to happen, and I’ll give you an experience we’ll both find edifying. One orgasm for me, one for you, and the match proceeds from there with us both on even ground.” She planted a few soft kisses along his neck, sweetening the deal. ”What say you, Tomas?”

[GoingBananas]

This was the kind of thing that Tomás had feared coming into the match. As he told Asp, sex wasn’t something that he was completely new to. With the kind of man that he is back in Portugal, there were opportunities to delve into one’s vices. The pleasure itself wasn’t a problem for Tomás, and if he ever had the chance to showcase it, he could show what he had.

The real problem was the combination of sex and violence. Violence is a strong word, but when it comes to combat, it’s still linked to it. Something that feels so good, yet it’s one way to lose is a benign paradox that the Portuguese couldn’t comprehend. His member stood to attention, even without the direct contact of skin upon skin. Still fully clothed, and the sight of the alabaster foot and the friction couldn’t stop it from tenting hard from his shorts. It really felt good. Super effective even. So good that Tomás couldn’t stop the deep breaths from his nostrils.

But the weaponisation of sex brought that supposed paradox again. It felt good, really good. And yet he’s supposed to deny it? The choke and footjob combo felt so great, even through the fabric. But the idea of climaxing there and them with so many people watching was humiliating to bear.

The only thing that would bring Tomás out of himself was feeling the chokehold easing up a tad. He could feel the difference, even though Asp held it in tight enough that it wouldn’t be easy to slip out of it. This is where she brought up the proposition: he must let her pull that orgasm out of him, and Asp would be gracious to let him take one from her. Both have their time to enjoy the bliss of an orgasm while keeping things fair, which sounds good on paper. Though the irony that Asp could easily offer him what is essentially a “free shot” wasn’t lost on the Nak Muay.

However, the moment he felt the barefoot sneak past inside his shorts to meet with the stiffened member, he knew this was as good a chance as he could to get something out of it. At this rate, it’s not as if Tomás could pull one out of Asp by his own power and will. “Oh, meu Dias…” He quietly breathed out, his member hardening even more upon the delicate touch, letting out a little pre-cum as it throbbed by his heavy heartbeat.

“Si…I mean, yes.” He should break that little habit of speaking in his mother tongue.

[BlackAkuma]

Strategically, this was an epic blunder. While Tomas was undoubtedly a superior fighter to Asp, she had done an excellent job of indicating how little that meant in a fight such as this. It wouldn’t matter if he took the upperhand, wouldn’t matter if he outmaneuvered her - if he couldn't get that first orgasm, the match was hers to take. It might go on longer than either of them would like, but it was only a matter of time.

It was an easy win. But then, she wasn’t in LAW for easy wins. She wasn’t there for wins at all, really. She wanted to enjoy herself, share herself, and have experiences; right now, she knew how to have the best one possible. ”I am glad we could create an equitable compromise.” She placed her lip on his neck, the softest of kisses, tender and supple. ”Now, all I need you to do is sit back. Relax. Unwind.”

She brought her foot away from his lap and slithered out from underneath, moving about his body to take her place on top, all while the audience looked on with rapt attention. To their eyes, it must’ve looked as if she had him under some spell, bound by invisible forces. An unexpected boon to her mystique, but not an unwelcome one.

With a knowing smile, she looked down on Tomas as her hands went to work, her gaze never wavering from, not even for an instant. One hand went about unfurling his hardness, bringing it out into the open air for all to see. Her other hand went to her own garments, slipping them aside, opening the way forward.

She lowered, took him slowly. Then came the first touch, sinking in, lower and slower, inch by inch, moaning as she took him inside. Her eyes closed and her lip curled as a deep, throaty sigh made its way out, and her fingers found their way to his chest to squeeze tight.

”Yes.” After a few seconds that felt like a few minutes, she came to a rest at the root. ”Yes.”