A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Avery loomed over Yuto with an imperious smirk, her gaze heavy with amusement as he struggled beneath her. But the novelty of watching him squirm quickly began to wear thin; Avery was not one to linger in boredom. Before pulling away, she bent down, her soft, full lips brushing a light, teasing kiss against his forehead. The faint smack of contact was accompanied by the outline of her lips in blue lipstick, a deliberate mark she left as a souvenir.

“There,” she murmured, her voice low and taunting. “Something to remember me by for the rest of the match. When I first took control of you.”

The kiss was the kind of moment Avery lived for: playful, yet loaded with a sense of dominance that left no question about who was in charge. Without waiting for a reply, she pushed up, her powerful form now fully occupying the bed. Her full, rounded ass pressed heavily against his chest, a weight he couldn’t easily budge, while her strong thighs hovered dangerously over his pectorals.

Avery stretched luxuriously, letting her body claim the space above him with practiced ease. Her hand slid slowly along the inside of one muscular thigh, a deliberate, teasing gesture meant to remind him of what she was capable of, and what he might endure if he stayed in her clutches.

Then, with a fluid motion, she leaned forward, her hand tangling in his hair. Tugging firmly but not cruelly, she guided his head between her thighs, wedging him snugly just above her knees. The pressure was light at first, almost deceptively so, giving him just enough space to catch his breath. It was a precarious position, one that hinted at far worse if she decided to unleash the full strength of her legs.

Avery tilted her head, her lips curving into a grin that was as mischievous as it was intimidating.

“So,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mock sweetness, “what do you think I can do to you from here?”

She gave the slightest flex of her thighs, just enough to send a wave of tension through them, a small preview of the sheer power they held. Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she waited for his answer.

[Lico]

The kiss made Yuto twitched a little. The thought of her doing that to mark him brought a warm to his cheeks as he gazed at her like he had fallen a little further under her spell. As she shifted herself to sit on his chest, he could barely move around, apart from his legs flailing harmlessly. He nervously watched her hand placing his head between her legs, eyes glancing between the right and left thighs briefly, then back to her eyes. He could feel himself getting a sense of thrill from anticipating what she's going to do to him, and that he could only watch her without being able to resist.

"...uh... squeeze me...?" he twitched again from feeling her flexing.

She could pretty much do anything she wanted, really. But there's something in the way she spoke that made this seemed more like a session rather than a match. Not like his resistance would matter much, but Yuto almost forgot to even think about it for a moment. He then pushed his feet to the bed, trying to bridge up to try disrupting her a little. Just like before, Avery was barely budging. He gave it another try, then slumped to the bed, resigning himself to whatever fate awaited him.

[RockRye]

Avery kept her hold firm, her thighs snug around Yuto's head, their size and power leaving little doubt about her control over the situation. His head, dwarfed by the sheer mass of her legs, was a stark reminder of the contrast between them. His response to her question, a generic answer, made her smirk widen. She tapped her chin theatrically, as though pondering something much deeper than his floundering attempts to escape.

“True, but so very dull and artless," she teased, leaning slightly forward to peer down at him. "Don’t worry, darling. Before this match is over, you’ll be singing poetry about my power and your place under it.”

He bridged beneath her, his body arching as he tried to squirm free. Avery let out a soft laugh, almost pitying in its tone, and leaned back with deliberate calculation. Her hands slid down to his upper thighs, palms pressing firmly, thumbs resting dangerously close to his crotch. The move wasn’t just for stability; it was a pointed reminder of how easily she could dominate every facet of this exchange.

The strain in Yuto’s body gradually gave way to exhaustion as his resistance faltered. Avery’s smile widened as she felt his movements slow, her position on top of him unshaken. She finally reached forward again, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper into her thighs. The shift in position pressed his face further into the curve of her muscular but curvaceous flesh, leaving him even more engulfed by her presence.

“Forty percent,” she announced suddenly, her tone carrying a playful lilt that barely masked her dominance. She gave her legs their first proper flex, the muscles tightening around him, at forty percent of her strength. The pressure was immediate and undeniable, sending a wave of tension through her thighs that squeezed into him with controlled precision.

[Lico]

Avery casually dealing with his attempt to break free only fueling something else inside Yuto. He noticed her thumbs being placed close to his crotch, and for a moment the thought of the possibilities made him twitched a little. Ultimately, all she needed to do was to wait until his defiance faded and that was what she did. Once no longer rebelling, Avery pulled him deeper between her legs, and he gulped nervously.

She began to squeeze him, with forty percent of her strength, or so she claimed. The tightening of her legs against the sides of his face made him let out a quiet squeal, his body squirming a little instinctively, not out of defiance. His hands reached for her thighs, but not really pulling them apart yet. Not like he could anyways. Judging from what Avery said, Yuto figured that she'd slowly add more and more pressure, and he could only hope that he could loosen her legs just a little when it started to become too much for him. Or at the very least, his hands would be in the position where he could tap out...

"Nnngg..."

[RockRye]

Avery’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Yuto’s hands instinctively rise to press against her thighs. She expected a futile attempt to alleviate the unrelenting pressure, but his hands merely... resided there. Her legs, firm and unyielding, were as much a prison as they were a declaration of her dominance. The soft, stifled sounds escaping him brought a smile to her lips, a subtle yet unmistakable acknowledgment of her power.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured, her voice a silky mix of amusement and authority.

Deciding to indulge fully in the mood of the moment, she brought her hands down to rest on his, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing over his knuckles before pressing firmly against the backs of his palms. The action wasn’t just meant to trap him further but to guide his hands closer against her thighs, almost as though inviting him to acknowledge their power and grandeur.

“Go on,” she teased, her tone low and playful. “Don’t be shy. You’re already in this deep. Might as well show them some appreciation.”

Avery’s words were as much a command as they were a taunt, her hands subtly urging his to press and knead her legs. Whether he obeyed willingly or simply out of desperation to relieve the pressure, she didn’t care. The control was hers, and he was playing his part perfectly.

Leaning back slightly, Avery let the moment stretch, savoring the tension in the air as she prepared to take things up a notch. She wanted him to feel the weight of the anticipation as much as the weight of her thighs.

“Get ready for the plunge,” she finally announced, her voice dripping with theatrical menace. “Because more is coming.”

She waited a few seconds longer, just enough to test his patience and see the flicker of fear in his eyes. Then, with an audible exhale of exertion, she shifted her body slightly, and her thighs tensed further.

“Sixty percent,” she said with a dangerous grin, watching his reaction closely.

The power radiating through her legs was undeniable as the muscles corded and flexed, pressing deeper into him. Avery’s gaze never left his face, delighting in every flinch, every gasp, every hint of struggle that came from him.

“Feel that?” she asked, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “And we’re still not even close to the peak. How much longer do you think you can last?”

[Lico]

Yuto felt Avery's hands on his. Not to take them away, but actually pressing them against her thighs more. He found it curious, but then she made her intention clear. He didn't react right away, but slowly, his hands began to massage her thighs, feeling her muscles and kneading those toned limbs, getting more eager with each passing seconds as if his hands were sucked by them.

He heard her warning, but not like there was anything he could do apart from to brace himself. The pressure intensified a moment later. Sixty percent. He started feeling the squashing now. It's not really painful yet, but given a few minutes or so, it'd start hurting and disrupting his breathing for sure. Yuto began to struggle a little more, although it's mostly in vain. Avery had all the control, and the moment she tucked his head in, he had no control whatsoever over his own body. She'd squeeze him as she pleased, and only let go once she's satisfied.

"Hnnggg..." his groan was louder, his hands squeezed her thighs harder by reflex.

Yuto would try to endure for now. He had to say he was curious as well. How much of her strength he could take?

[RockRye]

Avery’s smirk widened as she felt Yuto’s hands begin to knead and explore the powerful curves of her thighs at her urging. His obedience was gratifying, a quiet acknowledgment of her dominance. Each squeeze and press seemed to pay homage to her strength, and she couldn’t deny the rush of satisfaction it gave her. And even more, the image of his hands trailing over her thighs would undoubtedly captivate the eventual audience, emphasizing the sheer power of her legs. Even better, the fact that she had commanded it, and he had eagerly complied, would set tongues wagging and lead to even more opportunities. Avery was nothing if not a businesswoman who knew how to leverage every moment to her advantage.

As the pressure from her thighs increased, she felt his hands instinctively grip tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh in a desperate attempt to cope with the mounting strain. Avery snickered, her amusement soft but unmistakable.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone sweet but laced with condescension.

Her hand moved through his hair with deliberate tenderness, her nails grazing lightly against his scalp in a mockery of comfort. This was her rhythm, a calculated blend of danger and affection that always left her clients, and now Yuto, completely ensnared. Instill a sense of peril, then lace it with sweetness, keeping them invested and wanting more.

After ten, fifteen seconds of sustained pressure, she suddenly shifted, her movements fluid and precise despite her impressive size. With one hand still gripping his hair, Avery released her legs’ hold and turned on top of him in a single, graceful motion. In seconds, she was perched on his chest, her weight pressing him into the bed as she faced away from him.

Her strong, toned back was a striking view, her broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist that only served to accentuate the flare of her hips. Avery peeked over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto his with a promise of mischief and danger.

“Take a deep breath,” she instructed, her voice low and sultry, carrying just a hint of menace.

The warning hung in the air like a storm cloud, her words a prelude to whatever torment she had planned next.

[Lico]

It's as if Avery was praising him for suffering in her hold, a thought that made Yuto felt a little shiver running through his back. Her hand ruffling his hair as if she's caressing a pet somehow pacified his struggling, even if the pressure from her legs remained. He began to feel a little more relaxed, his hands continued to massage her thighs while he's breathing her scent, his body merely wriggling cutely as his senses were overran by various sensations.

"Mmmmgg..."

And then, she let him go. Yuto was a little surprised, but also thankful that he got to breath a little more freely again, even if it's going to be temporary. By the time he regained his senses, she was already turning around on top of him, presenting him with her backside. As his eyes met hers, he gulped nervously, his gaze trailing down to her derriere as he thought he knew what's coming next. There was a twitch between his legs at thought, and for a moment, he didn't even think to try pushing her off him.

Instead, he took a deep breath like she instructed, as he knew he'd need all the air he could gather for her next move.

[RockRye]

Avery chuckled to herself as she caught the way Yuto's gaze lingered, his eyes tracing the curve of her back and drifting downward toward her thick, rounded rear. That dazed, almost entranced expression told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t fighting back. Not even attempting to buck her off or take advantage of the small window of reprieve she had so generously offered.

Whether it was submission or anticipation that stilled him, Avery didn’t care. Either way, she had him exactly where she wanted.

She watched as he obeyed her command, taking in the deep breath she had instructed. Her grin widened.

“Good boy,” she murmured once more, the words dripping with both mockery and approval.

With the kind of practiced grace that came from countless matches, sessions, and conquests, Avery shifted her weight. Her thick thighs flexed as she lifted her hips slightly, giving him the faintest glimpse of escape, one he wouldn’t dare take. She scooted back, slowly, deliberately, knowing full well the anticipation it would build. As she moved, her hands reached back to adjust her bottoms, pulling the fabric snugly between her cheeks to reveal even more skin.

The sight was as calculated as it was seductive, a deliberate act of dominance that would both excite and intimidate him.

Then, with excruciating slowness, Avery eased herself down onto him, her thick rear settling over his face. She didn’t press her full weight onto him—yet—but it was enough to make breathing a challenge, to remind him of her power and his vulnerability.

“Comfortable?” she asked, her tone light, almost playful, as she leaned forward slightly, her hands braced on his thighs for balance.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she wiggled her hips just enough to tease him, to let him know that this was her show and he was nothing more than her canvas.

[Lico]

Once again, Avery's compliment made Yuto felt both flustered and excited. His gaze remained mesmerized as she's delaying the inevitable, teasing him with what he's going to get,but keeping it out of reach for the time being, it's almost maddening. He was holding his breath until her rear eventually descended on his face, his body arched slightly for a moment, a muffled moan escaped his lips in response to her teasing question.

"Mmmpphhh..."

He felt her wiggling, rubbing her ass against his features. Another muffled moan came out as he squirmed a little under her. His hips bucked off slightly, a bulge forming between his legs, twitching under his pants. The boy's hand eventually did reach for her hips, but his effort - if it could be even called that - to push her was half hearted. This private settings, regardless of the presence of the cameras, made Yuto felt like he didn't really need put the pretense of resisting as much as he'd do in the ring.

It's as if he's being sent to a different world as Avery's ass enveloped his face ad rubbing against it. He took his time to get himself familiar with the sensations, taking the comfort of her warmth and scent, barely a single thought of resisting her at the moment. He let himself being drowned by her dominance instead, willing falling deeper under her spell, his hands even stopped the weak push after a while.