Sexual, Sensual Healing (For BlackAkuma)

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai remained elated, up until the aftermath of his attack. Bast took the bait! However, the tackle, clean enough for an instructional video, was denied by a powerful sprawl. The sheer force of it coming from above pushed Imai down, deeper than being on his knees. He slammed onto the canvas, belly first, with his legs straight and spread out. He lightly swore to himself under his breath, recognizing the squeeze of her arms that could yank his neck off his skull or, more realistically, choke him out. A real conundrum presented itself here. Standing up too quickly, without her forcing it, would allow Bast to wrap her legs around his hips from in front of him or behind him. That'd be dumb of him, so he chose not to fall into the trap by himself.

Cosmo moved both hands up to the arm wrapped around his head and/or neck, trying to dig his fingers in-between the space of his neck and her forearm. If that happened, then he'd pull down and try to tuck his chin over his collar so that she'd have a harder time to apply mat pressure and get back to his neck. That lead him to put his right leg over the left, as if he was scissoring something, while the rest of his body tries to perform a full 180-degree rotation as Bast is pressing down. As a flaw, Samira taking the oppressive position slowed down the transition, probably allowing her to better see what he was doing.

The finished position would be where Imai's face was forced to press into Bast's chest, like a North-South position if one were to use grappling terms. The way he turned would have prove beneficial as he would not have been turning INTO the crook of her elbow but away from it to keep annoying her attempts to hang onto the chokehold. He breathed deeply in the claustrophobic space, intaking as much air as possible as he recovered for a few precious seconds. Imai's arms were locked around her back to keep her close despite the strenuous level of difficultly. Then, in a flash of movement, the limbs changed to going on the attack while Cosmo was in the submissive position. Imai unlocked the hold and aimed to get his right arm slithered about the nape of the girl's neck. Regarding the other hand, that was locked in a gable grip before his fingers slid down the material of his rashguard to clench onto his left arm's bicep. To paint a picture, it was like an inverted Rear Naked Choke with an suffocating squeeze to match. He couldn't get one of her arms inside the space, like an anaconda choke, cutting down on the effectiveness.

Imai's partner remained settled on the edge of the cage, his back pressing on the pillar. Senji absorbed this change of scenery, taking Imai's suggestion to watch and learn until his turn came without an argument. It would be fair to the both of them, the two decided for this match took place. However, in the small part of his mind, there lurked some envy about the positions Cosmo was getting placed in. This was grossly overcome by the worry and relief as he watched the fight for the past several minutes, the two not backing down from the other and changing moves on the fly. Imai looked to not need his help at the moment, so he stayed silent for the time being.

[BlackAkuma]

Size.

With few exceptions - hello, Stone - it was the main thing that Bast enjoyed in a fight, an advantage that few could ever truly overcome, something she could always fall back on when other avenues failed. Outside of the ring, it was often more of a hassle than it was worth, with her constantly bumping into things, having trouble fitting into areas that others could easily get through, needing to order special clothes just so she could have a functional wardrobe. There had been days where she wishes she could shave a few inches off, if only for a few hours.

But when it came to combat, there were few drawbacks and plenty of strengths, more than enough to make the added bulk worthwhile. It allowed her to control fights in ways that were hard to overcome, and that was on full display now, as she managed to shut down his tackle and bring him down to that mat, vying for position in a wild struggle of limbs. She kept him close and tight, but he made the best out of her hold and worked his way around, defying her, refusing to stay locked down even as she clamped on tight.

At first, she was confused, as his struggling seemed to put him into an even worse situation than before - upside down, face against her breast, seemingly smothering himself. She wouldn’t complain, it made her job more manageable, but she couldn't help but wonder at the blunder. Things grew clearer, however, as he reached up and tried to snag her head, looking to choke her from behind. She turned away and pressed her head against his chest, clutching tight, but she feared that was only a delaying tactic. She needed a quick change.

As much as she didn’t want to give up her position, she saw little choice, so she went with it. She abandoned the hold straight away, threw her legs over Imai’s waist, trying to mount him and gain control from above. At the same time, she attempted to press her forearm against his chest and apply pressure to the collarbone, keeping him under control, at least for the time being.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Being above average in height was difficult for Imai, when he thought about it somedays. Despite leveraging what he had, to a great degree, just a few inches more would definitely feel better. This was true, especially, in his line of work in dubiously legal venues across the world. There were ways of overcoming this negative, however, Imai could bulk himself up or rely on the chance he'd get another spurt of growth. Size differences didn't matter too much, in his case, as he actually had the voluptuous frame and stitched-together musculature to hurt them. Those behemoths made him feel more pain regardless.

In Bast's case, he rather enjoyed her taller body! Just enough hard work to turn the average Joe into a joke and turn the tables on biological differences but not so much as to be able to crush his bones into fine dust with a love-tap like a genetic freak of nature. The intimacy itself felt amazing, making Cosmo feel hot and bothered in all the right places. He had never liked being punched or kicked, never thriving off getting hit like some others.

Imai continued to choke Bast out, pouring an immense amount of pressure onto her throat. But the Hammer of Africa did not want to stay down! In response, his feet started to crawl towards the left, or the same side where Bast had turned to get on top, but his stomach got knocked back to the floor by her legs. Troublesome. Samira's tight mount broke the hold, hugging his waist with her knees like a cowgirl in a bull, while the severe angle compelled Bast's head to pop out of his arms like a cork. An ear-to-ear sneer plastered itself onto his features. Cosmo's arms remained in a ready position, held in front of his face, after undoing the choke.

The king's collarbone being pinned complicated the situation. He needed to get himself out of this. Imai's right arm shot up, fully outstretched, to grasp at her neck like a pincer and push backwards. The left arm took a more submissive approach, with Imai desiring to grab Bast's elbow in order to push it off to a side while he tried, huffing all the while, to get his head to sit up from laying down with her weight on his hips.

[BlackAkuma]

She had to give Imai credit. He knew how to keep his calm despite being in a bad situation. Most would’ve panicked when she was on top, not knowing how to handle having a woman of her size in a controlling position. With weight so firmly on her size, getting out from underneath was a daunting task, and there was all sorts of damage she could inflict while they attempted to free themselves, even with strikes off the table.

But no, he stayed focused, didn’t panic, and sought to do the best he could with the situation he was given, fighting back from the bottom. Beyond that, she had to admit that she did not hate the sensation of him between her legs, thrashing and writhing as she rode him like an unruly mare. While she hadn't come to this spar with that in mind, specific thoughts were working their way in—hotter, headier thoughts.

They were interrupted when Imai had to go and resist what she was trying to do, fighting back from the bottom, reaching up to grasp at her neck. It wasn’t a significant threat, but she wasn’t of a mind to put up with anything of the sort, so it needed to be shut down. She spread her legs out, pressing down on him with even more of her bulk, making his situation more dire. At the same time, she grasped at the wrist of the arm about her neck and tried to pin it down, putting an end to the rebellion.

Still, it was a rough situation all around, with neither side giving an inch. ”Give?” She muttered out the single-syllable question through her gritted teeth.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai muttered out a silent curse while his fingers slowly peeled off of her throat. Pressing down on his chest like this, it was getting harder to breathe. Imai was having such an egregious amount of fun too, especially when not being pounded.

The younger man's hips rolled upward, their two wills clashing against each other as Bast rode him. However, Samira nor Imai wanted to give a point to the other. Seeing this, he tried to struggle out a compromise. It was more for him than her, as she was wearing him down in these agonizing minutes. Aching muscles. Shortened breaths.

"Alright~---Alright. Let's say this is a stalemate?!"

After having choked this out, if she was onboard with at least stopping, Imai gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder and back after his left's palm wandered from her hips, danced along her ribs, and landed on the aforementioned back. Nothing more than that, no matter how "tied up" she felt on the inside over not getting his complete submission, how those other thoughts began to dominate her mind, etc. What Bast thought was something Imai didn't have much knowledge over. To support his proposal, Imai's hands recoiled away from her body as he waited for her to express some desire to agree or contest the point.

[BlackAkuma]

There. Thank goodness. This was starting to get a tad out of control.

Bast eased up immediately when she felt the pat, not wanting to risk hurting him, and she was about to move away and reset when she felt a wandering hand roaming around her body. At first, she thought little of it, chalking it up to nothing more than an idle touch, but no - it was lingering. Searching. Touching. Her eyes widened in surprise, but quickly lowered, looking down at him with a curious gaze. It had been a while since someone had touched her without the intent to harm, but it wasn’t a sensation she was altogether unfamiliar with, nor was it unwelcome.

Intrigued, she eased up on the pressure, but not the hold itself, keeping him close as her breathing slowed. Imai could likely force his way out if he so desired. But did he? That was the question she was curious about.

Bast stayed in position. Motionless. Waiting. Silently daring him to make another move. Most men found her too imposing, as if she would utterly destroy them if they so much as looked at her the wrong way. Imai didn’t share that position, but that didn’t mean there was attraction. It was a gamble she was more than willing to take.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Unsurprisingly, Bast let up immediately with all the speed of a UFC fighter who let off the throttle as soon as they felt the slaps of submission on their body. Just as any good fighter would do. Though, she did not slide off of him so that they could reset and get another round in. She stayed rooted to that spot, her knees hugging his ribs with no small amount of strength.

His fingers found purchase on her hips, to gain some sense of stability. All that was left now was the empty space between, filled with intensity from all three. The only question that remained was what to do with it. Imai did not know. His gaze looked towards her face. Instead of an answer, he received an expression. Expectation? When he wished for her to talk, to give anything to give him a clear cut answered, Imai only could hazard a guess. These past few weeks, Imai had been developing dangerous feelings encroaching on desire with the self-proclaimed goddess. It was agonizing. Slow, steady, Hot, and everything in-between and they had not even done anything as intense as this together until today.

So Cosmo chose to gamble, since he had nothing to go off of. If she did not reciprocate, he could recieve SOMETHING as opposed to nothing. Bast and the two could then pretend it never happened, and let it become a distant, but necessary memory. No matter how it ended, even if it was the worst possible outcome, the one he didn’t want to think about but feared was likely to happen -- at the very least he’d have some closure. An end to this lingering run-on sentence. The same went for his partner. One thing was for sure. He would not get anywhere by not asserting himself or faltering in his conviction.

Either way, Imai would feel miles better than the last time he was in a similar physical position. The horror and white-hot pain of his ribs being "popped" one by one hurt more than any rejection Bast could dish out.

The blonde's fingers wandered up her back, landing on the expanse of her shoulder blades. Then, he leaned up in the mount to catch her by surprise. Imai curled his fingers and pulled Samira in for an embrace, lowering his face into her collarbone. His lips grazed her skin, but neglected to do anything else. In this position, her legs would likely be hooked on his waist whether crossed or not depending on if she allowed him the option of backing out after going all-in. A vertical missionary, in layman's terms. Should she crank up the intensity, Imai took that as a sign of acceptance. His left hand left her back, beckoning Senji come along for the ride as opposed to sitting it out. That would make this more awkward than it needed to be.

The shifty, testy presence of Senji made himself known in the action of taking a kneel at Bast's left side. He had been eager to get his share of the rounds in, but was soothed by the opportunity that presented itself for him to take. Intermediate, limber fingers squeezed themselves into the space between Bast and Imai's stomachs to start to caress the former. A texture of iron for the packed muscle, softened by the dark flesh that guaranteed her status as a human. While unsure on what to do exactly, Senji let himself be guided by the loose allure of the situation and figure this out as he went along. The boyscout's spine bent inward, allowing the red-clad wrestler the flexibility necessary to get his nape underneath her armpit before he turned his face into her ribs. His mouth took a deeper dig into Bast's side where he began to kiss her on her body as opposed to something concretely connecting like the mouth. All to make her happy, he assured himself while his reservations about this whole setup smoothed themselves over.

[BlackAkuma]

Bast didn’t often pay much attention to the internet mumblings. She did have a Twitter account - LAW required it for PR purposes - but she rarely choose to engage with it, content to let the company’s content managers handle that tedium. The few times she did, she was quickly reminded why she avoided such nonsense. While she did have her share of fans, it seemed that, for every positive voice, there were two negative ones, spewing vile, ignorant nonsense about her life, making assumptions about the way she conducted herself. Some of the more heinous things she didn’t dare repeat, but a common verse was that she was some loveless orge, that she had never known another’s touch in a sensual way.

She never bothered to refute such tripe. After all, they could not have been further from the truth. While she didn’t engage in sexual activity in the ring, she had more than her share of it back home, often finding lovers to share company with. It would be true, though, that she hadn't done so in a good while. Her understanding of the Japanese language was passable enough to get her by, but not good enough for a date. So she had gone a good while without the sort of intimate contact she craved.

Tonight, it seemed, would change that.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to say anything. Their bodies spoke volumes, as he moved in and brought his lips to skin, giving her a soft kiss on her rough skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Her legs tightened - not enough to give real pain, just enough pressure to lock him, an unspoken way of voicing her intent. Her hand found his head and gripped tight, subtlety guiding him along to the best spoke for him to kiss. There. There. There.

Bast’s eyes opened again when she felt Senji joining the fray, a surprise at first, but not an unwelcome one. She felt him move in and start on her ribs, a touch that forced a rough moan out of her unwilling mouth. ”Yes…” She let out a hissing sigh, arched her back, and proceeded to peel her top off, tossing the sweaty garment away and revealing her gleaming bare chest underneath. Something more tantalizing for them to work on.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Any doubts about Bast's lovelife by comments on the internet did not matter at the present. Why? Because it was all about to change, with the machinations of two pairs of hands.

Her legs swelled around his waist but they did not delve into his stomach to kick him off where they instead grinded against his ribs in order to lock him into the choice without the possibility of reversing his course. He could stop this at anytime. Yet, the advance had been made and Bast's position on the matter was as reinforced as the leg lock she put him in now. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, the powerful arm yanking it like a chain to guide him in the direction of kissing the top of her collarbone's meat. An infatuation that had spiraled into something deeper or suited to the confines of a bedroom, on Imai's side. A developing crush that the situation had manipulated into something beyond raw lust from the very moment her hands had graced Senji's chest as a sign of respect when she had submitted him in a crushing figure four body triangle from the rear mount.

The low hum of the fluorescent lights in the late evening's atmosphere was pierced by her unwilling cry, followed by the stripping of her top to be picked up later. His bawdy shaft swelled, as Bast ran full speed into an acceptance of the temptations, before pressing up against the covering of his shorts and her own. Imai attempted to change their positions since he was not ready for the stage to further solidify their connection. Cosmo leaned into her skin with his entire body following along to push Bast onto her back. He'd shift his legs to the left to help him turn, putting him at a canted turn of 45 degrees with his back between facing Senji and Bast. A sort of haphazard back mount where she'd be able to stay on her back fully in the bottom position as opposed to having to deal with Imai writhing to sit up like a while ago.

"There you go. You finally said something to us." Imai murmured into her collar as he had continued to turn around. It was not the rejection he had been worried about; she did give him a sincere affirmation.

To get Cosmo going, Imai himself hooked his left arm around Bast's same side knee - like how one could give someone else a piggyback ride - before reaching down to start to pleasure himself with several strokes in the motion of a basic, quick rhythm. Inexperienced but eager to keep his momentum going, even if Bast helped him in some manner. His other arm, on the hand, tried to get her forearm and elbow to rest on each side of his shoulder to dance Bast to an assertive tune instead of being completely submissive to the behemoth of a woman's whims. A naughty act of wanting to get himself off on the friction of their bodies like they were still playing around on the mat.

His partner followed the two down after having to bend forward completely just to do so. Senji's cone of vision darkened where his gaze was split between observing the canvas and the way her ribs flexed in response to his prodding. His body was more free, at least, than Cosmo's who had been trapped by Bast's heat, legs, and grabby hands. If she did not want to lock him down by wrapping an arm around his neck, Senji raised his head to observe the situation. She disposed of her top right? A smirk, stemming from the hunger that he subconciously starved for years to satisfy, gave way to an open maw that took her left mound into his mouth. So wide and deep in fact, that it resembled him trying to consume it without the involvement of teeth. Senji spread his legs out to straighten them, no longer being on his knees so that he could lay next to Bast properly. His breath quickened on the older woman's chest, saliva dripping down the walls of his mouth as he huffed and sucked gradually.

[BlackAkuma]

Bast came close to laughing when Imai called her out on not speaking much. She didn’t, but she almost did.

She hoped they didn't consider her lack of talking rude, as it was never meant to be that. She didn't have much to say most of the time, never being the gifted conversationalist that her sister was. Where she’d grown up, it was best to avoid attention as much as possible and be quiet and unthought of, which was already difficult with her size. The last thing she needed was to be a blabbermouth on top of that and add to her mounting pile of problems.

The last thing she wanted was to cause offense, especially when things were getting so genuinely interesting.

While she didn’t know anything about their lovelines, she felt reasonably certain that neither of them had ever been in a threesome before. No shame there; precious few had, but that meant it fell on Bast to coordinate things in a satisfying way. Sex was designed to work with one person, so a third person could get lost in the shuffle if they weren’t careful. She wouldn’t let that happen.

Imai had taken the bait well enough, and she sighed as his lips found their way to her tender breasts and suckled, adoring them with his saliva. She fought back a moan, pleased at the sensation and content to let him work, as her attention went over to Cosmo. He laid at her side, stroking himself, working his way up, and while she didn’t have a problem with that, she felt inclined to give him a little encouragement.

Bast reached over, cupped him by the back of his head, and pulled his in for a kiss - a strong, domineering embrace, pressing with a tight grip. Her mouth was possessive as if vying with his own for dominance, and let out a rumbling down his throat as she bid him to move in even closer. She wanted their bodies all over her own, wrapped up like a living blanket.