Red Dread Seduction (Black Severin vs Arlise Christiaens)

[DSX93]

Severin got himself out of another predicament, but this time he wouldn't be able to capitalize. He'd just gotten back on his feet when Arlise pushed herself off the mat to drive hers into his gut. It was like a wall he'd run into abs-first, not quite knocking him breathless, but sending him stumbling back a few steps. An initial impulse told him to get back on the offensive as soon as he regathered his footing. Maybe leap at her with a rolling senton or a dropkick of his own.

Nah. She was a little too rounded to be caught by that.

And that was when it set in: Alix had it right. He needed to face a woman like Arlise in a match like this. She was the perfect test. Ticks his boxes for what he'd want in a Hentai match, with that strong competitive edge that would force him to work for whatever ground he gets.

He let out a chuckle when he realized this, one that had been made softer as he hadn't gathered the breath he'd lost that second. If she wanted a little distance, she'd have it. But only for as long as it took her to get back on her feet. Then he'd make his approach, arms raised in that standard call for the collar and elbow tie-up. He wanted to see about her power.

[Winter]

For all her usual reliance on persistence and aggression, Arlise knew - and had re-learned, recently - the value of a breather.

With him having notched the only "take" of their match so far with his powerbomb, Arlise could see no reason to continue to roll around on the floor while neither of them gained an advantage. She would expend herself for nothing. Kicking him away allowed her to fall back on her ass - and almost silently groan as even that gentle landing sent a wave of pain up to her shoulders - and give herself another couple of seconds to mentally piece together the parts of her back that his maneuver had jostled.

The moment's respite also reminded her that she had grown quite hot beneath the leotard collar before he had decided to slam her.

Those sensations summoned one last bodily ache before she set them aside for the moment, clasped the loose parts of her leotard back to the mock choker around her neck, and pushed to her feet as he mirrored her. She peered at him with a seductive pout. "I promise a treat, and I am thanked with a powerbomb," she quipped as she adjusted her sleeves. "Such a shame."

Logistically, the redhead felt she had nothing to gain by locking up with him - for all her deceptive power, most burly men could eclipse her in a test of strength. Her pride and stubbornness informed her that she would not avoid the test of strength, however, and the Belgian beauty slithered forward, unspoken sass on her face, with boldness until she imposed on his space and locked up their arms.

She lurched into him almost as soon as they made contact, trying to earn a cheeky first step as they gauged strength.