I Like The Way...(Black Severin vs Iris Natchios [D])

[DSX93]

Up she went, as easily as a feather. Those little gasps like the one that slipped out of Iris were a good chunk of why he likes to put some muscle into his intimacy. A submissive, he may be, but he still likes to feel like a man. He'd give her a snug squeeze after securing that turnabout, bringing her cheek to his well-toned pectoral. "Not bad", hmm?

Severin set a hand down on the bed to give himself some leverage. His first impulse was to put a foot down in its place and put the brakes on this attempt at bringing him down, but the developing technician inside of him thought one, two, three steps ahead. Step one: Let it happen. They'd be on their sides, but with her head still tucked underneath his arm, he'd have the advantage. The next step would be swinging a leg over her waist. Keep the head under control, pull her into what would've been a good smother if he was a woman, then move onto step three: Getting her on her back and securing a mount. And to do that, he needed a good pivot...

[Galahad]

Oh, the small treats of life. Iris was never oblivious to the obviously enticing aspects of her craft. She always found grappling pretty hot by nature and that was what drove her from the most orthodox of grecho-roman wrestling to those divisions that added the extra spice. Right at that moment, trapped in Severin's side headlock and with her face against his pecs, the Greek couldn't say she was distressed. Not at all.

Of course not being distressed and also being pretty interested and maybe a little enticed by the situation didn't mean that Iris was just going to be still and let Severin do as he pleased. That was when the raven-haired started her fight back. At first she was successful in making the two of them lie on the bed, but Severin was a smart player and he instantly started his struggle for dominance. Iris quickly noticed what the man wanted to do so it was up to her to deny him and achieve the upper position for herself. That was how she made her main priority to wrap her legs around his waist, position from which she could apply some powerful leverage with her thighs in order to flip the tables and be the one straddling Severin even if still with her head trapped under his arm.

[DSX93]

Severin raised a leg...then came knee to knee with hers. They'd had the same idea. He kept his hold of her head tight, pulling her into a faceful of his chest. Maybe, he surmised, Iris would have a harder time getting her legs where they needed to be as long as she couldn't see what she was doing. Or was otherwise distracted...

The thought occurred to him after some moments of what was pretty much sword fighting with their legs. Whenever one of them made a move, the other was quick to shut it down. A stalemate that had both of them going nowhere fast. It tickled Severin, and he was sure that the viewers on the stream were getting a few chuckles out of it too.

Yeah, fat lot of good blinding her did. But maybe...

Severin had the feeling that the very move he was about to attempt was one that crossed her mind as well, so he'd have to be quick when he goes for it. He'd wait for a break in the struggle between their lower halves. A moment where there wasn't too much movement. He didn't know how to cause this red light outright, but then again, if he did, he might not have seen the need for this.

Works out just fine, though. They'd both enjoy this.

Severin started with a handful of her hair and a guiding pull. No yanking. He was a tender-headed fellow who could sympathize with those who didn't care to have theirs tugged; that he could like it himself was a more recent discovery. So he'd start light, yet firm, still. She wasn't going to up and get point number three so easily.

As for him, he went right for those lips, aiming to take it a step further from where she left off.

It would be sweet as sugar to start with. Just lips, applying that winning amount of pressure that made him feel confident in bringing something with kiss-based stipulations forward in the first place. Then that knock on the door; "wanna come out and play?" Slipping his tongue inside to start that French-invented dance if he got an affirmative answer. The hand that claimed her hair would then pull her towards him, deeper into a lip lock that he wanted to last.

[Galahad]

It was like that, lying on their sides and facing each other, how both contestants started a strange duel in order to be the one positioning their legs in order to gain the advantage and with it the leverage. The situation was quite funny if one thought about it: two proficient grappling wrestlers just kicking around a king size bed. Their situation became a stalemate though, with none of them being capable of wrapping their legs around the other. They had read the other’s movements and that led them to that strange impasse. From there Severin was the first one to properly react, and his new course of action proved being a much different one, one that Iris wasn’t expecting just at that instant.

Just when both wrestlers’ lower halves stopped struggling with each other, Severin got a hold on Iris’ black mane, appealling to some of her taste as long as he wasn’t rough, and he wasn’t. He didn’t look like he intended to hurt her but just to redirect the green eyed woman’s attention towards somewhere else, and it worked. The place where Severin wanted to direct Iris’ attention was to his lips as he locked a soft kiss. The Greek gasped in susprise at first at the sudden kiss, but gradually she decided to just indulge him. Their soft, lips only kiss became steamier when Severin asked for permission to join tongues with her. He was so nice and chivalrous she couldn’t say no. Their tongues locked in a particular wrestling match as Iris hummed in the kiss. What she tried, though, was to bid her time and let him indulge in his kissing enough not to notice the moment she would finally get her legs around his waist, suddenly springing her trap and going for a mount.

[DSX93]

Severin's hopes had been answered. After those opening teasers, he just had to get something deeper out of Iris. And when he got it, he probably should've focused on evening the score or even taking the lead, if he could, but more than anything, he just wanted to feel her. And she was kind enough to indulge him, so he got while the getting was good. And it was damn good.

Their lips met and pressed into each other several times while they laid there, but unless there was a clear break where one of them pulled away, then went back in, it would only count as one kiss. Had to leave some room for forgiveness if the heat of the moment swallowed you up. And that's exactly what happened to the masked lover. Mostly; he'd learned well enough to keep his mind aware of how this game of legsies was progressing. Which is to say, not at all, still, but that could change at any moment.

But that's not to say that he was perfect. His rational mind would continue the search for the opportune time to make a move, but at the same time, a kiss like this demanded some real attention. You see, even in the midst of a competition, it's not enough to just bring lips and tongue together. He had to wrap his arms around her. Bring their bodies close. Trace his fingers down to the small of her back. Indulge in the flesh, familiarize himself with her curves and musculature. Run those fingers through her silky hair. Caress her cheek. She's so soft.

Severin moaned into her mouth. He was a sucker for a woman who was well-versed in the art of kissing, and his tenting shorts would make that apparent to her soon enough.

The things he's gonna do if he has his way...!

Which wouldn't be now. Sort of. In a competitive, sense, no. In the sense of the appeal to his submissive nature, with a sexy-cute alternative babe taking the mount with her legs wrapped around his waist? Hell yeah, things are going his way! Mostly. He brought his hands up to grip at her arms so he'd be better able to act against whatever movements that were to come, but didn't -- couldn't do anything more. A good, deep smooch like that was an erotic equivalent to a haymaker, and he'd just been rocked.

[Galahad]

Well that day was going from good to really good according to Iris. The raven-haired had been expecting some feisty and playful dynamic to her debut, a cool and hot hunk with an attitude she could tussle with before they get to the steamier stuff, and in a way she got that but in Severin the Greek was getting much more than that. Yes, the man was hot looking and was eager to get into some grappling situations, but he had some other traits Iris didn’t expect like his flair of chivalry or what captivated Iris more: that air of seduction, his will to show himself as vulnerable. In Iris’ opinion for an erotic dude wrestler it was easy to go for the powerful and relentless, almost animalistic, approach: just go there and dominate that woman, take her and claim as your prize. Easy for big guys. However, showing yourself as a mind player, as a seducer, playing your game and expecting the rival to actually fall for it was something really alluring to Iris, and it showed when she finally broke some of her initial resistance and allowed Severin to lock into a deep kissing session.

Without their kiss breaking Iris didn’t have to worry about the score of their first fall going awry for her, so the only thing she had to take care of was that kissing not stopping soon or their lips parting ways. In order to do so the green-eyed added some layers of intensity to their kissing, going from some modest puckering to some deep french-kissing, her tongue dancing with Severin’s. That man was a kisser, and Iris was getting into it but she wouldn’t forget her plans and use the distraction to gain the upper hand and achieve a mounting position. Severin didn’t try to fight her advances, maybe being too distracted in the midsts of their kissing as both were moaning inside the other’s mouth.

Once she was on top of Severin Iris would break the kiss. Then, from her straddling position she locked gazes with the man, her hair being a mess and her face flustered with the sensuality of their kiss, biting her lower lip in an inviting manner. She really wanted to keep going with her grappling and asserting dominance, but she was finding too difficult to resist that man. Docking her hips against his bulging tent, she would give her hips some light bucking movements to test the waters of their desite as she dry humped him a little with an impish smile on her face.

[DSX93]

Yeah, the "distract her with a mind-blowing kiss" tactic backfired. He really should've seen it coming: It always "fails" during those sparring matches where Keira's feeling dominant. But it fails in the best way, like it did here. When Iris got on top...Damn! It was like something out of a movie. Her hair was that sexy sort of messy. And her face: Sexy green eyes smoldering, locking onto his and looking in deep, unblinking and telling him everything he needed to know about how she was feeling right now. He didn't need to see the reddening skin. The way she bit down on that plump bottom lip of hers. That was just set dressing. A spread of peanut butter onto a snack-sized bar of Hershey's chocolate.

And that naughty smile of hers! It was infectious and paralyzing, leaving him unable to do much more than let out one of those breathless "you knocked me off of my feet now, baby" laughs. "I'm sure you hear this about a hundred times a day, but damn, you're sexy!" He just couldn't let that go unsaid.

The aesthetic. The way she carries herself. The way she talks. How she's looking at him. The top-shelf flowery fragrance that filled his nostrils. The way she feels...

"Oh!"

The way she moves those hips!

"Oh, yes!"

This girl knows how to ride. She lined them up and ground their unfortunately clothed sexes together just right, sending wave after wave of warmth washing over him. His hands began to explore her, starting with a path up her arms. His fingertips glided along her skin. Slowly, so as to familiarize himself. Past her shoulders. The neck. Still feeling her -- he didn't dare wrap them around it. She'd taken a dominant position and he was happy to let her have it. For now. He's still got a match to win, but he was loving this. Iris would see it in his eyes: "Go right ahead. Take me!" They'd say. If she wanted to do the Hentai before the Hardstyle, he wasn't about to say no.

His tender touch would linger when he reached her cheeks, caressing her. Running a thumb across her lips.

"God, you're sexy." And that sexiness would fill his senses as the rest of the world melted away. His hands, having gone as far north as he could reach, would begin a path down south. Back down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally settling on those spectacular breasts of hers. Kneading and massaging the flesh, drawing circles over her covered nipples. His touch measured. Practiced. Skillful.

[Galahad]

Iris had approached her debut match in a very particular mindset. She was fully aware of the hentai stipulations to it and the bedroom environment only added to the sensuality of it, but the Greek still had some wrestling background, being grappling her specialty so she still wanted to show what she was made of to the management and also the crowds watching from home. Then she entered that suite and met Severin and as the conversation and teasing between those two advanced most of Iris' self-restraint went out the window. Severin was so courteous and polite but his attitude also hinted his thirst and always willing to make a positive remark when he said how sexy he found Iris. Of course she knew how attractive she could be to men, but having a man who was compelled by his job to claim her body remain content with just stating how good she looked was pretty alluring, positive flattery. The green-eyed beauty giggled at the comment and threw a playful smile at him, her eyes hinting how deep in his seduction game she was falling.

Grinding her hips against Severin's, Iris started feeling a heavy sensation of warmth all along her bofy, which made her let out a long pant of excitement as her eyed rolled up for an instant. Just as she did that Severin started exploring her body with her hands, going all up her arms and shoulders, resting on her neck. For an instant the Greek thought of allowing his hands to wrap around her neck and ask him to choke her, scratch an itch she had for some time, but looking at Severin's eyes made clear that their current dynamic was one of her dominating him and not the oposite. He wasn't claiming her but hers for the taking, worshipping her body with his words and his touch. When Severin's hands cupped her face and started trailing down Iris allowed that. Then, when his hands rested against her breasts Iris' arms went behind her head, pressing her shoulders forwards to give him a better view and position from which massage her. His touch, even with her bra in between them, was skillful and incredibly alluring. Iris could feel the last slivers of self-control slipping.

With a sudden movement, the raven-haired sprung to action. First she got a hold on his hands, secured his two wrists with one of her hands and pushed them over his head while she lay on top of him, her second hand against his lips to make him quiet. Then, her legs would wrap against him to lock a grapevine hold and then she would look at his prey, her thirsty eyes brimming with desire, her breath heavy. She couldn't take it anymore. She leaned in and started fiercely kissing Severin, not having the kissing stipulation in mind but just wanting to claim him for herself. She deeply kissed his lips, but also his neck and his chest, leaving some nibs all along as a remainder for him. Her sharp breathing became pants of horniness as she tightened the grapevine, their hips so close he surely could feel the warmth coming from her body. "To hell with wrestling. I want you now.", she managed to say between ragged breathing and panting as her kissing intensified. Releasing his hands, she looked at him again. "You better unclasp that bra now or else."

[DSX93]

Oh, fuck yes! Severin could feel it. Iris was crossing over into that space with him, leaving the rest of the world behind. His tender smile broadened and brightened. It was always a treat to watch a woman make that journey, and never any less a thrill to know that he's the one taking her there.

Especially when they're dominant.

His limbs were restrained, her place on top firmly claimed. She'd even taken control of his speech. There was something primal in her eyes now. A burning need for him. Here! We! Go!

He closed his eyes the moment her lips mashed into his, opening his body to the full experience of the sensations she put upon him. That heat from their closeness. The full body jolts from every kiss, a multitude that would only see the first being counted when she dug in. That aching urge to penetrate and feel her from the inside, which had driven him to roll his hips up into her in sync with her own movements. The frustration brought about by their bottoms keeping them so far away despite being so close was already turning his moans into growls. Fuck, do they need to get rid of them!

Needless to say, he would not miss a beat when Iris let his hands go and gave him his assignment. "Ain't gotta tell me twice!" He'd have that bra off in a second. Tossed it to the side in the next. And in one more, he'd have one nipple in his mouth and the other in the loving care of his index and thumb. It was his default approach; making sure that neither felt left out for a second. And it's worked for him thus far, so he saw no reason to switch it up. His trained tongue flicked at it, teasing the edge before finally running his tongue directly over it, swirling it, suckling. His fingers rubbed, pinched, and pulled while his hand applied more of that same pressure she liked.

He'd keep watch of her reactions during his experiment, and when he came across a button, he'd hit it again and again and again. As badly as he wanted to be inside of this vision on top of him right now, what he wanted even more was to see her driven crazy before he got there.

[Galahad]

Now things were starting to get interesting. At first Iris had hoped to have some good wrasslin with Severin before they would get to the steamier part of their match, but now it was the woman the one that suggested to skip all formalities and just get to it. She would always try to blame Severin for that, though. That man, with his chivalrous flair, his polite teasing, and of course, his smoking hot looks was threatenig with making Iris melt. Even if it was the greek raven-haired the one riding her rival make no mistake: Ariadne the Weaver’s control over the situation was pretty precarious as Iris had to fight against her arousal with all her might. Severin was testing her willpower to resist and Iris was losing that fight and that showed in how ambiguous Iris’ words sounded when she commanded Severin to unclasp her bra as if they were closer to a plea.

Severin, always willing to follow his chivalrous way and honour the lady’s wishes quickly got rid of the woman’s bra with nimble fingers and tossed it aside, revealing Iris’ chest as her breasts popped free of their prison. At the very moment the man complied with her command Iris was thinking of shoving him against the bed once again, maybe smothering him a little with those puppies while she added some pressure against him with her thighs. None of that would come to happen since Severin was quicker than his rival and just an instant after the Greek’s breasts were exposed Severin was getting a mouthful of them! Iris found this display of initiative surprising, but a welcomed one. She would let a sharp surprised gasp when Severin started flickering her nipple with his tongue while his already proven nimble fingers made some wonders in her remaining breast.

Iris had to make haste to bite her lips in order to prevent her from openly moaning. The teasing of her nipple by Severin’s pinching and twirling was only outdone by his tongue work. As a defense motion Iris’ hand quickly got to Severin’s scalp and got a firm hold on his hair as if she was going to pull and force him to release her, but her hand froze there with Severin’s hair firmly held. She was definitely losing the fight against her arousal, her lips tightly sealed to try and not pant, but her heavy breathing was testimony to the dichotomy she was facing. It would be up to Severin to interpret her state and her grip on his hair since the Greek woman was frozen in place with her eyes closed.