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

[DSX93]

"Me, me, me. Was the word 'beg' the only one you heard?"

"You're missing the point, Ishigami."

And for him to have done it this badly after being locked in a hold like this...Ionia figured that he was looking to have something worse done to him. And were this her turn to have some fun, worse is what he would've gotten.

Lacramioara shifted her position on top of him, swinging one leg to his other side. Almost resuming the mount he enjoyed a few moments ago: Aside from that, she hadn't moved, lining up her sex with his abs while his got nothing. "Your pleasure is a given. You're to be overloaded with it. Lulled to a blissful slumber." Primal instinct got her hips moving again. Starting up slow, grinding her wetness hard into his skin, like she did last time. "Did you forget? 'The more pleasant things are for us..." There was a brief pause as she loosed a moan. "The more pleasant they will be for you."

But then again, they are working with a masochist. "Or is this pleasant to you?" Lacramioara started humping him faster and harder. Panting as every thrust of her hips brought her closer to Heaven and him to Hell in the two-on-one hold he'd found himself in. "Having all of the pleasure be mine...with nothing...but suffering left for you?"

[Lico]

Yuto was confused at the duo's reaction. Then again, thinking wasn't his strong suit, and this particular situation wasn't exactly helping his case either. Between their somewhat cryptic words, the foreign languages, and not to mention the mixture of pain and pleasure. Who could even focus on what's going on? Certainly not him. He felt Lacramioara shifted herself and started grinding her crotch against his abs, drawing a bit of moans from his mouth. A little stimulation, but obviously far from enough. Of course, the motion also strain him further against the hold.

"I... nnghh.... o-of course not..." he answered. "I'm sorry... but... you two aren't exactly making it easy for me to figure things out... hhnngg..." he groaned. "Please... uh... continue... from where we left off...?"

[DSX93]

Lacramioara's hips were slow to cease their rolls. Were they really being that difficult to follow? As she looked back at their conduct, her search was more devoted to finding reasons to continue indulging herself than it was for evidence of excessive abstruseness. That it was there was undeniable; both Eveline and Serina had decided that their characters would lean towards the poetic, purple, old-timey prose appropriate for the aristocrats that Lacramioara Albescu and Ionia are meant to be.

There was a problem: She was in no mood to do much thinking. Her body was aching for relief. But Ionia, as reliable as always, had kept her mind clear for the both of them.

"A fair request."

And because it was a fair request, she had to stop. Which she would, but not without a frustrated groan. "Acum ce facem cu el?"

"I appreciate that you're rather worked up, dear, but do mind your tone." Ionia's would be one that brooked no arguments.

"Please forgive my outburst, my Queen."

"You are forgiven. Now please separate yourself from Ishigami. It will not be for long."

Lacramioara would reluctantly obey. Her arousal would fall in drops onto Ishigami's stomach as she dismounted him, and her displeasure would write itself all over her face as she stood to the side with her arms crossed. She's adorable when she pouts, but as understandable as it was, Ionia couldn't let it slide. She had the image of a strong and respected leader to uphold.

"Maybe I should take him all for myself and make you wait for your relief. You are rather cute when you mope." A devilish smirk would tell Lacramioara...

"Mulgi asta pentru tot ce merită! Vei plăti pentru asta mai târziu!" She'd look deferential and sound like she was pleading her case.

"English or Japanese, dear. Miscommunication is the thing that brought this to a stop."

Lacramioara would say nothing in response, but Ionia could see the gears turning behind those eyes. She wouldn't be afforded much time to think on that, however. They had a show to continue, after all. "If you have nothing more to say, then come and help me set him down."

"Yes, my Queen." There was a "fuck you" hidden in there, and Ionia had to actively keep herself from laughing when she heard it. The white-haired beauty would have her assistance via Lacramioara grasping his arms while Ionia rose to her knees, keeping Ishigami's legs held underneath her arms. Together, the two would set him down on his back. Ionia would remain on her knees while Lacramioara waited to hear what the next step was. And to her delight...

"Go ahead and have a seat on his face."

"Gladly!" Lacramioara stepped over to the supine Ishigami, stopping when her feet were at either side of his head, allowing him the best view in the building for what would come next: Her hooking her thumbs at the hem of her panties and sliding them down her legs real slow. Swaying her hips from side to side, settling into a simple, yet captivating groove. Milking the moment for all it was worth.

The crowd grew louder with every second that passed, but she was thinking only of the other two wrestlers in the ring with her. Ionia bit her bottom lip, her anticipation threatening to turn into impatience, planting thoughts of taking hold of them and speeding up the process. That steady stare of hers didn't help at all, nearly turning her into a snowball in the face of the sun. Damn!

"You were right. We should've made this a triple threat match."

Lacramioara responded with a dark little giggle. The sort that told her that she was in more trouble than Ishigami was. "It's a little late for that."

Damn! Using her own words against her. And as increasingly tempted as she was, Ionia knew that the best move was simply to wait. At the moment, Ishigami was getting the worst tease of the two.

"Poate te voi face să aștepți până mă umple ca să te las să mă gusti. Poate că nu te voi lăsa să mă gusti deloc în seara asta."

Ionia let out one of those "nothing I can do about it but accept it" laughs. "You may not think so, Ishigami, but I'll tell you this: At times, my darling wife can be more cruel than I."

After finally getting them all the way off, her panties would become a projectile to be launched via finger slingshot. Normally, Ionia would just let them hit her in the face, but since they were in public, she'd make a one-handed catch. "You're pushing it, dear."

"And you are speaking nonsense, my love. It borders on slander!"

"Does it, now?"

Almost as though to involve him in their playful argument, Lacramioara would lower herself onto her knees, bringing her trimmed and dripping pussy down onto Ishigami's handsome face. It was all she could do to keep herself from grinding against it the moment she felt his nose and mouth on her. A sly smile from Ionia would show that her struggle did not go unnoticed.

She wouldn't have to wait much longer. Feeling that he'd kept everything on for long enough, Ionia would hook her fingers into the hem of his underwear and then pull both them and his pants off in one fell, skillful swoop. The crowd became electric as he was exposed to the world.

He's got a nice one! And Lacramioara had just shot an excellent means of handling it at her.

"Anyway, your task will be a simple one, Ishigami: You will have to endure until she has an orgasm. Do feel free to help her along."

"Yes..." Lacramioara breathed out, continuing that grind towards the finish line at last. "Do feel free!" She'd try to keep her needy pussy moving along the lower half of his face. A not-so-subtle nudge.

Meanwhile, Ionia would take a pleasurably tight grip of him with a combination of her soft skin and her wife's wettened lace, establishing a smooth, gradual pace to start with...

Translation

"Ce facem cu el acum?" -- "What do we do with him now?"

"Mulgi asta pentru tot ce merită! Vei plăti pentru asta mai târziu!" -- "You're milking this moment for all it's worth! You'll pay for that later!"

"Poate te voi face să aștepți până mă umple ca să te las să mă gusti. Poate că nu te voi lăsa să mă gusti deloc în seara asta." -- "Maybe I'll make you wait until he fills me to let you taste me. Maybe I won't let you taste me at all tonight."

[Lico]

Something told Yuto that what's going on between his opponents was more than just a banter. The relationship between the two beauties might not be all that it looked on the surface, but it's probably something he wouldn't figure out unless he's somewhat got closer to them. After this night, who knew? Most of the times, he barely met again with his opponents, though, scheduling issues and what not.

"...I won't be too surprised if she is..." he responded, feeling that despite having the nicer image of the two, Lacramioara seemed to have a hidden side under her ring persona. Call it a gut feeling.

In any case, he was finally eased up from the straining position, although Ionia kept him in her grasps. The respite was appreciated nonetheless, and he knew better than to try squirming his way out while the two of them continued their exchange. Part of it was also because he heard Ionia's command. He could feel his shaft twitching underneath his pants at the image of Lacramioara's ass descending on his face. Boy, he really had developed a taste for this, hadn't he? Thanks to some of the encounters he had in this business...

Yuto gulped as Lacramioara began to make a show of her stripping her bottom. Time seemed to flow slowly for him as his eyes were fixated to the woman's slow, almost hypnotic motion. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to, and he certainly didn't want to. As Lacramioara then got onto her knees, bringing her now exposed womanhood oh so close to his face, but not quite yet, Yuto could feel himself twitching again down there. This proved to be quite a torture in its own way.

Ionia finally pulled his pants away, exposing his raging hardon for everyone to see. It's a wonder he got to keep his pants for this long, really. He almost groaned as he heard what Ionia said, but he also knew that there was no room for him to argue.

"Y-yes ma'am... I'll try..." he answered meekly before moaning when he felt Ionia's hand, along with something else - which turned to be Lacramioara's pantie - wrapped around his throbbing length and began to move slowly. "Nnhh...!"

Damn, this was quite a new sensation to him, and he had to say it felt quite arousing. Now he just needed Lacramioara to plant her womanhood on his face for his ordeal to restart.

[DSX93]

Ishigami's swift agreement on the matter of her cruelty elicited an adorable pout from Lacramioara. She thought to call Ionia out on the disparagement to keep their back-and-forth going, but she was horny as hell, had just gotten the green light to sit on this man's face, and her panties were off. So she said nothing right then.

...

His cock throbbed in Ionia's hand as Lacramioara started on her back-and-forth rolls of her hips, giving him the world's finest view of her ass while his tongue electrified her nerves. "Yeeesss! Yes!" It was flat, perfect for sliding along more surface area. Just how she likes it. She tried to find a rhythm where she'd be humping his face in such a way that she'd feel him all along her nether lips and across that magic button at their end, going slow so Ishigami could help her establish it.

And when they did, she'd lose herself to her base impulses. The sensations went whole-body, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. There was no stopping her now. The sight of her in such bliss lured her wife forward, the hot, passionate mashing of their lips and meeting of their tongues sending Lacramioara rocketing towards the edge. Her heat would flood into Ionia's six-foot-one, one hundred and seventy-two pound frame, leading to Ishigami's benefit as the Black Queen absent-mindedly jerked him faster.

Their moans! Ionia's into her mouth, and Ishigami's from between her legs...Lacramioara's body was already awash with stimulation, and the vibrations they created would be that final push too far for her to endure, kicking off a long, body shaking climax. Ishigami's efforts would be rewarded with a spray of her honey, into his mouth and all over his face.

[Lico]

The moment he felt Lacramioara's womanhood on his face, Yuto wasted no time to aid her. The grinding set up the rhythm and all, so he only needed to adapt to it, using his tongue and lips, mixing some sucking and kissing every now and then. Ionia's hand seemed to move faster the more aroused her partner was getting, but he's also at the point where he couldn't really hold himself back for too much anymore.

"Mmmpphh...! Mmmmhhh...!"

Fortunately for Yuto, doubling his effort on licking Lacramioara did the trick. The woman soon reached her climax, spraying him with her love juices, sending some shivers into his body which made his lower half starting to hump Ionia's hand. Before too long, his dick pulsated in the taller woman's hand, his eyes rolled while his back arching as well.

"Hnnnngggg...!"

[DSX93]

...And he filled her better half's panties. To the point of overflowing, coating her hand with his hot seed. Ionia kept stroking him past his peak, keeping her end of the deal proposed at the beginning of the match. Every last drop that could be wrung out of him would be. Wanting none of it to go to waste, Lacramioara would open wide and engulf his length, coaxing out the remainder and gathering the mess with learned swirls of her tongue with every bop down to the base, swallowing everything he had on it before letting it go with an audible pop. And being ever so thorough, she would turn her attention to his balls next, tickling them with teasing flicks before those too would be taken into her mouth to receive an expert spit-polishing.

Ionia watched on with a quiet, amused chuckle, knowing then how she would be using him for her turn. She held her mess of a hand out in front of her, knowing that Lacramiora would be coming for it next. And surely enough...

"Stellar, Ishigami!" She slid her fingers into Lacramioara's hungry mouth one by one, all five coming out clean. "Positively stellar!" An effort that earned him a brief rest.

"It's a shame that you've already been claimed. Would Gloria be willing to lend you to us every once in a while?"

[Lico]

At long last, Yuto had his climax as he blew his load all over Lacramioara's panties. His hips was still humping Ionia's hand until he felt Lacramioara's mouth around his shaft, getting what's left of his eruption. He moaned into the smaller woman's crotch, writhing underneath the two as his balls were the next to receive some attention. By the time he's given a breathing space again, Yuto gasped audibly and panted heavily, eyes gazing at the ceilings half closed.

"Oooh... oh g-gawd..." he had to take a moment to regain his thoughts, before the words of Lacramiaora registered into his lust addled mind. "T-that's... I guess you gotta ask Goddess yourself..."

The thought itself seemed to make him remained semi hard rather than becoming completely limp after the draining orgasm. These two women without a doubt knew how to press his buttons, just like Gloria. If the three of them ever got together and actually got along well with each other...

[DSX93]

Lacramioara's eyes fell to his deflating cock and noted the life that remained in it. Her tongue made a salacious sweep across her lips as she raised her hips, finally allowing Ishigami access to all the air he'd need, and sat down at his side. Even after all of that, he still has more to give them.

"T-that's... I guess you gotta ask Goddess yourself..."

It was slight, but there was movement there, down below. Both women noticed this and lifted their eyes to each other in unison. Their smiles conveyed an agreement that, with Ionia keeping Ishigami's earlier comment on how difficult they'd made it to keep him in the loop in mind, would not go unspoken. "We shall."

And even while riding the high of one fantastic orgasm, Lacramioara would not miss a beat, moving smoothly into a lateral recumbent position. A leg lifted and draped over his stomach, a hand resting right over his heart, feeling its heightened pace. "Perhaps we'll even arrange another handicap match."

"The three of us against you." Ionia would move to the lay at his other side, resting her head on a hand that had been propped up on her elbow.

"Should we ask Alix if she wants to get involved as well?"

"There's an idea."

"Imagine it, Ishigami. Standing alone against the four of us."

"Being pulled right..."

"Into our clutches."/"Into our clutches."

"And bent into so many funny shapes."

"Getting to worship the four of us."

"The treats you'll get if you do it well."

"The stroke of your Goddess's foot."

"Or that of my hand. Or maybe you'd like my mouth instead?"

"The warmth of Alix's walls."

"Or having your manhood buried in her delectable cleavage?"

"Or maybe yours, to switch things up?"

"Actually, I think there might be something he'd like more."

"And what would that be, dear?"

"Our asses in his face." Ishigami had some spectacular eruptions when he was subjected to stinkfaces from the other two women. Neither woman would say anything more, a knowing grin on each of their faces as they watched his reaction, both expression-wise and between his legs.

[Lico]

Yuto got a bit of a break after his climax, but both Lacramioara and Ionia clearly didn't want him to go completely relaxed. Although instead of his body, they messed with his mind this time. At the thought of a handicap match against them and his goddess, Gloria, his member twitched a little. His eyes glanced back and forth between the two beauties, who then also brought up a familiar name. Alix. Another twitch from his shaft. His mind flashed back to the match they had for a moment. Although they had a few contacts here and there, they hadn't really seen each other since that wonderful night on the ring.

Then it was the phrase again, in their clutches - another reaction from his dick, which had regained some of its vigor again. More images began to flood into his head, from being passed around by the four absolute beauties, trapped within their holds, forced into worshipping them, having various parts of their bodies teasing him. It's like both Lacramioara and Ionia were exposing all his fetishes here, and they made him twitched again and again with every sentence. His flustered expression looked like a kid whose secret got found out, even though by now, a lot of people should have known what got him going.

The last one, in particular, sent a shiver into his body. Just the thought of having the asses of four women sandwiching his head, making it disappear within those ample cheeks almost made it looked like he could erupt again. These women were good. Too good. They probably could really make him lost control with just their words if they kept going.

"A-aahh... that's... that'd be... amazing..." he finally broke his silence, his gaze kept switching between Lacramioara and Ionia.