A Hero In The House of Horrors (Starboy vs ???)

[DSX93]

And that would not go unnoticed. Daeva would seize his wrist and move fast, maintaining the hold she had on him as best she could to secure a pass into a more dominant position. Seated on the top of his stomach, legs to either side of him. Just watching her, it would be difficult to believe that she'd only been wrestling for a few weeks: Her every move was calculated, every placement precise, intentional, and with purpose, ending with the bewitching vampiress hovering right over the hero in the most alluring fashion possible. Eyes burning into his, pale breasts hanging mere inches from his face. Her other hand reached to secure his other wrist, seeking to join the pairs together above his head, pinned fast into the mat to further emphasize how close he is to becoming her prey.

Maybe that's how he likes it...

"Why, then, do you not fight?" A soft, knowing smile crept across her lips. "Your heart betrays you."

And he would be brought intimately close to hers, his face buried deep in the generous cleavage that the cut of her outfit provided, with precious little room for even so much as a breath of air to either be brought in or allowed to escape.

[Jaystar]

One thing was for sure - Daeva knew exactly what she was doing here.

Problem for Starboy was that he was understanding that always just a little bit too late. A few crucial steps behind, a couple of shifts in positions too late. And now he was stuck. Stuck beneath the, admittedly sexy and cute, vampiress who hadn't been afraid of locking up in the battle with him and taking him down, surely equipped with ample confidence to deal with an aspiring hero like him. And one that wasn't apparently satisfied with just getting on top, but desiring full control over her opponent too as she began promptly securing both of his wrists against the mat now as well...

But what was an even bigger problem for Starboy were her words.

Yes, he did find allurement in this situation and position... Yes, he wasn't managing to really put up a fight for now. But was that something he could have let her to know - or to think she knew? Was that an image he could give of himself in such a stage of this extraordinary all-night battle? Of course not.

Starboy's whole body began immediately squirming around. And even if he wasn't exactly sure whether getting pinned would have been in any way consequential or detrimental in this rare type of match for him at all, he still made extra effort to appear like if there had been a ref in place, they would have had hard time declaring him getting pinned.

There was just one problem though. That's when the smothering started.

As soon as Starboy's face got buried in Daeva's cleavage, the hero became unpleasantly alerted of the degree of his predicament. Sure, it was one with a forbidden silver lining for him, but even at the risk of his ramped up resistance depleting his oxygen levels even faster, the Lonely Superhero started making his best effort with struggling even one of his hands free to push the girl somehow further away from him, while his legs were jolting and kicking around in the process too in hopes of destabilizing the vampiress.

But admittedly, he also had to thank his specially-crafted hero attire too, for not allowing any physical betrayal of his heart's true desires to his surprisingly sensual opponent.

[DSX93]

Emilia's supposition -- and the far more experienced Daeva's outright claim -- had revealed itself as fact in a manner of seconds. Her words were finely pointed, cutting deep and true into the man. Or the boy, rather. His sudden reaction said it all. It was one big "No I'm not!" And Starboy was so determined to prove her wrong that he failed to realize that he was fighting the wrong battle. His struggle would've served him well in a standard bout, prevented her from even getting a one count. But pinfalls were no concern tonight.

Daeva slipped an arm behind his head to pull him in even closer to her, and kept her focus on staying on top, providing only a token effort to capture his free arm. Just enough to keep him moving. The full mount required more technique and/or power than he was displaying to escape; all he was doing right now was playing into her hands. Wasting precious energy and oxygen. She let out a dark little chuckle, relishing her dominance. And the heat between her legs, brought about through the intimacy of their contact.

Starboy pushed and pushed when he could. Like that would do anything. Give him a couple inches in height and her a few pounds, but they were effectively the same size. In fact, she might even be stronger. She'll find out sooner or later.

He retried again and again from different points, either slipping out of or evading capture outright until it finally touched...there. Her left breast. Given his frantic motions, it was an accident, more likely than not. But he touched down on her with the just the right amount of pressure to have her breath getting caught in her chest, and as deeply as he was buried in it, she was sure that he could feel her accelerating heartbeat.

She wondered if that was reason why it stayed that second or two longer than he would've needed to realize, "Yep, that's a titty." Her habit of diving headfirst into carnality -- riding its roaring waves -- was no secret. Maybe he was trying to weaponize that. If so, he was going to have to do better.

Daeva finally captured his hand and interlocked their fingers, making for a sight that was more apropos of lovers sharing a moment of passion, rather than two combatants vying for control, which suited the Underworld Flower just fine.

"Starboy..." She breathed his name out. Low, almost a whisper. Sensual, appreciative. "I feel it too." Daeva lifted her body into an upright position, bringing Starboy with him until he was sitting up, with her still straddling, on his lap. Her arm making sure he was still tucked nicely into her cleavage. The hand that held his would move to glide through his hair, stopping at the back of his head. She was expecting to feel something else too, but alas, there was no poking sensation, even though she was practically sitting on it.

Emilia was very well aware of her beauty. And while she certainly wasn't vain, she nonetheless had an ego that refused to let her believe that he had nothing going on downstairs in response to this. Hell no! He's either a smaller guy, or he's wearing something that's keeping it down. Far enough that it wouldn't be noticeable, at least.

Like the talented actress she is, she kept her womanly pride from bleeding into Daeva's voice. It remained silky smooth, making love to his ears with every word. "Your body calls to mine, as mine calls to yours." She shifted her legs about, bringing them around his sides to let her booted feet rest on the mat. The Greek ex-noble utilized a handful of his raven hair to pull his head back, freeing him from his pillowy prison and allowing him to gift of unabated breathing. Her sultry gaze burned into his again, more intensely now that they were so very close, her warm breath meeting his lips as she spoke, her own just inches away.

"I do not wish for you to deafen your ears to that. But the night is still so young, ómorfos íroas." Just as she said that, she would cross her ankles and shut her thighs tight around his midsection, crushing his ribcage. And she leaned back, setting her hands down on his ankles for leverage to squeeze him even harder.

"Let's keep playing for a while." Daeva didn't have the strongest legs in the world, but she hoped that they would be enough to make breathing an arduous task for him.

Greek to English Translation

"ómorfos íroas." -- "handsome hero"

[Jaystar]

While technically, Starboy's sudden surge in resistance felt right, and a very appropriate thing to be doing in his position, in some ways it was still a tad embarrassing. Just a little bit too desperate, just a little bit too hapless, just a little bit too unheroic. In all honesty, he wasn't exactly giving too much of a challenge for Daeva to keep on controlling him, and deep down Star knew that she wasn't having any particular problem with handling him right now, despite his animated body language. He wasn't going to just manage pushing her away. Not that he really even wanted to.

His position was an awkward one though. And it wasn't easy to try pushing the vampiress away. Thus, his hand inevitably ended up somewhere he hadn't been intending to.

It wasn't as if Daeva would have been fighting topless. But her attire still offered ample sight, and access of her curves. He knew the part where his hand landed on wasn't one where he was supposed to plant it, but after a brief moment of hesitation, he decided to try acting as nonchalant about it as possible. Just a little accident!

Unfortunately, by that time Daeva had already interlocked her fingers with his. She didn't seem so keen to just let it go. And of course, keeping up with the theme, she wasn't keen on not voicing out exactly her thoughts of his hidden desires.

It was there, just as Daeva had lifted the two upright, straddling his lap, her hand gliding through his hair, still pressing his face as tightly to her cleavage as she could, when the honorable hero finally made the realization.

She was actually wanting to turn this into a Hentai match.

Fuck.

No, it wasn't as if Starboy would have never participated in one under any circumstances. He knew very well how LAW was like. Heck, deep down somewhere in the back of his mind, he might had even understood that a match like the one tonight was practically calling for it. But the problem was, he just wasn't prepared for it.

Granted, Starboy wasn't sure how one could have exactly even been prepared for a Hentai battle. Although he did get the distinct feeling that Daeva was.

Not least based on her words. She was practically seducing him already. Or OK, maybe the words about the body calls weren't necessarily about that, she was supposed to be a vampiress after all... Albeit the reasons for his body calling her even considering that circumstance did not exactly sound much better though. Nevertheless, those words finally got her to pull his head back from her cleavage, allowing the hero some much-needed free access to air.

Problem now though was that the sight was mesmerizing. Daeva was cute, sexy, and carried her gimmick and role well. Honestly? There wasn't really anything about her not to like. Not so far, at least... Shouldn't he just had considered himself lucky, and surrender to the battling style that embraces carnal pleasures? Perhaps... But as Daeva so eloquently put it herself, the night was still so young... This must had been too early for that!

And right on cue, Daeva had seemed to decide so as well. Instead of a move on the more sensual side, the vampiress suddenly clamped her thighs tightly around Star's midsection, trapping the hero into her leggy prison. The squeeze was hard and immediately twisted the hero's face into grunting in pain... All the while the villainess herself seemed to be having easy and enjoyable time tormenting the brave hero. Yes, Starboy did eventually raise his hands onto Daeva's thighs, even if fully aware of their futile chances of setting himself free... But at least he was going to get to feel how muscled and strong were they exactly going to be. Especially as she seemed to already be aware of this superhero's kryptonite...

Of course, on the surface, this move was more on the pure, innocent wrestling side of things. But for Starboy, this was a move that was certainly causing the bulge of his attire to grow. It was only thanks to the specially-crafted material of his attire, especially around the star that it wasn't made overly evident, at least not visually, but perhaps Daeva could still sense something beneath her hips.

In any case, the hero had to grunt out some compliments to his villainous opponent. "You seem to... Know how to... Drain a hero... Don't you?" Star managed to let out as a comment on Daeva's methods of playing.

[DSX93]

That look Starboy had on his handsome face -- after he'd sucked some air into his lungs: So taken with her. Hypnotized. Emilia hadn't had anyone look at her like this in...ever. There was the one time, in her match against Black Severin. But that had been after they had become more closely intertwined. Daeva and Starboy were about as close to the act as they could get with their clothes on, but...this was different. Make a wrestling-themed romantic film (maybe she would at some point, after she thinks of a plot that's far enough away from her sister's "Even In Death"), and this would probably be a moment where things start moving in slow motion and a song starts playing.

She'd go with London After Midnight's "

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWcyxztky0g

", herself.

That look alone was enough to have her heart skipping a beat. But she couldn't let that inexperience show. Daeva was many, many moons beyond that. While it certainly hadn't made her heart cold, lovers have come and gone over the Underworld Rose's nearly two hundred years of undeath.

But the superhero could certainly be a welcome dalliance. And she could tell that he was thinking the same thing, even through the pain. Even because of the pain, whether directly or through the heat of their struggle. Maybe some combination of both?

His hands came up to her thighs, seemingly to pry himself some room for his lungs to expand, but there was something about how he touched her. He wasn't digging in. She'd contended with brute force before, but this wasn't quite it. It wasn't as much as it could have been. He...was sort of groping at her. Taking stock of her through her stockings, and not as innocently as he would've let on.

Or would he? No way was that "drain a hero" bit unintentional.

Either way, this was getting hot. Her heart was beating harder in her chest, and the warmth in her core spread out to envelop the rest of her. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like the silence that fell between them had lasted moments longer. She considered answering his question with words, but she had something better for him.

With a dark chuckle to preclude the punishment to come, Daeva began squeezing him in pulses, putting her entire body into it. But perhaps most prominently, with her still leaning back, pale hands touching down on his ankles, her hips would rise and fall, developing a steady rhythm. There would be no ignoring the pain that her thighs could bring, muscles tensing, toned perfection forming right there at his fingertips. It would be mixed in with the teasing of his own excitement, with the vampiress bearing down on it each time, her buxom bouncing right in his face.

There was nothing innocent about this on her end. Her mind was a dark and nasty place in the best way. Or the worst way, depending on how it's looked at. And the feed from several different angles made it look like Daeva was doing something else to him entirely. Her next breath of air was sucked in through her teeth -- she made it a good one. Then she threw her head back, like a lover in the throes of ecstasy, and turned the dial up to "turbo". Her legs did their level best to mimic a boa constrictor, and those well-rounded hips slammed mercilessly into him.

It was a brief burst. Lasted only a few seconds before she resumed that steady pace. Her eyes returned to his, and she let out an impish little laugh, complete with a taunting expression that asked, "How does that answer your question, Starboy?"

[Jaystar]

Starboy had seen plenty of examples of thighs that various female wrestlers in LAW possessed, and even faced some of them in battle already before too. He knew how the best - or the worst, depending on the way you looked at it - were, and was acutely aware of the dangers posed by them, and his vulnerability against them even as a superhero, that he could just not escape from. And he could already tell, that the pair of thighs he was dealt with by this villainess tonight wasn't the biggest, strongest, mightiest, or most dangerous one he could have potentially been faced with.

Unfortunately, that pair was still big, strong, mighty, and dangerous enough to trap, crush, and conquer him.

And it wasn't just the thickness, power and muscles that his hands were feeling as he planted his hands on her thighs. It was also, or perhaps even more crucially, the way in which she used them... The way in which they were connected to her brain. The villainess knew exactly how to use them... She knew indeed exactly how to drain a hero.

To be fair, Starboy shouldn't had even asked. It had been a rhetorical question. Or merely, a compliment. But now it had ended up being something, that backfired spectacularly on the slender superhero.

At first, Starboy did not understand the true meaning of the dark chuckle. But then, the pulses began. Pulses, each one of which drained a bit more of the hero's endurance. Her hips rising and falling creating a steady rhythm. Rhythm, that penetrated all the defences of his specially crafted attire. Rhythm, that exposed his seeming predicament being simultaneously at least somewhat of a bliss. Rhythm, that was accompanied by privileged sights and feelings... And yes, there was pain. Yes, there was torment. But Daeva knew exactly how to bring that pain and torment in the most beautiful, enticing and mesmerizing way... At least to a scrappy and brave, yet vulnerable superhero like Starboy.

Finally, the vampiress seemingly went for the final kill. Or "turbo", as she might had put it. The powerful boa constrictor earned a desperate grunt of pain from the superhero, his form seemingly collapsing, his hands merely resting at the thighs of the villainess almost as if worshipping them, his head slouched forward in apparent exhaustion, no longer looking at the mesmerizing sight of the beautiful villainess right in front of him.

"Shouldn't have asked..." he finally muttered out as a response to her question in a quiet tone in apparent exhaustion, with more sound of almost voluntary surrender already evident in his tone than he would have certainly ideally liked to.

[DSX93]

Ah. So this is indeed how it's gonna go. Seeing this man being rendered so helpless, so soon...didn't actually disappoint. Emilia had been wanting one of these matches; those lewd affairs tailor-made for D/s play. She was well-acquainted with the s role already, and while that was a lot of fun, she wanted to switch it up and be the D. The problem was that the bookers seemed to be intent on giving all the submissive types to her sister first. And judging by the audience reactions...She didn't feel that she could compete.

Watching Starboy now, the strength squeezed out of him, with the fight starting to give way to worship...It made her glad that they planned this the way they did. There was a lot of fun to be had here. There might have to be a few changes, however...

...Which Eveline had already surmised. Making use of the privileged access the sisters had to the camera feeds -- which had been given in exchange for them providing these grounds for the match -- she'd been watching the two up until a moment ago; it didn't feel necessary now. So she climbed into the bed that was in the room and started texting her wife, not concerning herself with the cameras inside. Instead of being streamed, the recording of this match was going to be edited and released at a later date.

Emilia will find her when the need arises.

But for now...

"Tis a silly question indeed." Daeva began, giving him a lighthearted little laugh, but still not letting up an inch on the vice grip she had on him. "I will tell you a secret, Starboy." She brought her upper body forward, running her fingers through his raven hair again, pulling his head back to make him look at her. "I am one hundred and ninety-three years old." An intentional choice; she wanted the Greek noble's backstory to begin after the land had been declared an independent state. "So trust that I've had ample practice." Her eyes would go on a back and forth between his and his lips as she spoke, until she finally leaned in to close the distance between them...

...Stopping just before establishing contact, to pull his head to the side to expose his neck. With a dramatic hiss, she bared her fangs. They were the real deal, albeit a product of a surgical procedure. And, as Starboy would soon learn, every last bit as sharp as those belonging to the supernatural predators shown on the big screen. Her moans rumbled through his skin when his blood met her tongue...

[Jaystar]

Starboy was still tracking a million miles behind Daeva's thoughts. Sure, he had to admit having become once again a victim of a powerful scissorhold, one that was clearly exhausting him and consuming his endurance... But that was it. This night had only just begun... And this match was supposed to go on for the whole night. Besides, what would an awesome heroic performance be without some early dangers and struggles?

This certainly wasn't the time to be talking of any kind of D/s dynamic at all! Or, at least not in the mind of the innocent superhero. Sure, he probably admittedly looked rather weakened for now, but he just needed some time to recover. Yes, Daeva's scissorhold had been rather devastating... But nothing he couldn't have overcome when given some time.

Unfortunately, that time wasn't going to be granted him, not just yet at least. Her grip remained adamant and strong even when she began directing some words at him once again... Words, that turned out to be much more intriguing than Starboy could have ever guessed.

She was going to tell him a secret? Now that was always fun and interesting.

She was one hundred and ninety-three years old? Now that was... What the actual fuck?

By that time, Daeva had already pulled the hero's head up so that she could see all the puzzlement and confusion evident on his face. He did begin to slowly understand though that it must had been part of the role she played... And that was only making her a more intriguing opponent to tussle with. The Lonely Superhero facing a supernatural villainess? Sign him up!

Truthfully, he was already signed up though. And unfortunately, he was about to get already more than he had ever imagined signing up for.

Just as Star was getting increasingly mesmerized by Daeva's spells, she suddenly pulled his head to the side. His neck got exposed, and for a moment, the hero was expecting a lustful kiss...
...Only to get met with sharp pain instead of pleasure. The shock and terror immediately shot through his body. But instead of coming up with any resistance, the hero simply froze.

It didn't take long for Star to realize that this must had been, and looked exactly what getting bitten by a vampire would be like. Daeva must had been very immersed into playing her role as a vampiress, and taken it much more seriously than he could have ever envisioned beforehand. And while that realization was on many levels very exciting and intriguing, it was also rather scary, if not outright terrorizing... Especially as he could feel a drop of blood starting to descend below his neck.

Daeva's moans were very credible though. This felt way too real. And that only prompted Star to simply let out a few grunts and moans signaling his surprise and despair, accepting his predicament in the hand of the vampiress for now - even if this latest turn of events was genuinely rather scary for him.

[DSX93]

Emilia saw that look on his face and felt a swelling of pride within. That moment after Daeva revealed her age was personal. This wasn't Starboy reacting, but rather, the man portraying him. And without even a single word spoken in that instance, he said to her: "I've never met anyone like you before." And it only added to his excitement.

Good. She's loving this too.

And his reaction to the bite: Chef's kiss! It was perfect! It even had her wondering: How much of that was an act, versus him playing his role? Because on her end...

The taste of his blood was giving her a genuine rush, especially since he wasn't fighting her at all. Did he like this too? The thought of it added so much to the moment. Her breath was caught in her chest for a second or two after she'd noticed, and then her heart started racing. She felt so alive, more than she ever had in her riskiest parkour runs! And yet, she felt so...safe!

Her body relaxed against his, almost like this was a cuddling session instead of feeding, with the exception of her hips. That heat in her core was climbing higher and higher with every second that passed without his interruption, until they developed a mind of their own, grinding against his to establish some delicious contact between their legs that deepened her muffled moans.

It wasn't her intention to get this sensual, so soon, but she couldn't help herself. But that would be all, she said to herself in her mind. Just a taste: However intentional it may have been, they were building something here. She wouldn't ruin it.

But it was so good...

So fucking good. Emilia was of two minds about not having applied any of her special paste. With her mind falling deeper into a lustful haze, she found it hard to decide whether it was a good thing that she hadn't. She rather liked the idea of driving the hero mad with an overwhelming need to turn this around and ravish her.

When that scenario began to play out in her mind, she knew that it was time to withdraw her fangs. Just after a few more seconds. Okay, a few more. Now.

Daeva dragged her tongue along Starboy's neck, ensuring that not even a drop of his heroic blood went to waste. After a quick sweep along her teeth, her lips followed, planting a tender kiss where she'd bitten him. Her breaths were hot and heavy, and when she hovered her face right over his, he'd be able to see a sheen of sweat coating her orgasmic expression. She hadn't gone that far yet, but one could be forgiven for making that mistake. This was a headrush unlike anything that Emilia has ever experienced before.

She probably should have said something about how he tastes. The usual vampire line in a scene like this. She didn't even think of it until a second or two or a few after she moved to see his face -- to see how he was feeling -- and by then, silence seemed the better option. Some things don't need words.

[Jaystar]

One couldn't have been faulted for thinking that someone cosplaying as a superhero, and living it as their gimmick in a wrestling ring - or wherever else his quests would be taking him - wouldn't be a stranger to putting on some acting simply for the purpose of an enhanced display for anyone viewing the action. But for Starboy, there was certainly no acting in this situation. He hadn't been prepared for this. He couldn't have ever imagined that a real vampiress - or, at least someone posing damn well as a real vampiress - would be something that he could be facing on wrestling mats, nor that they were going to actually bite his neck for sucking out some blood from it. No, up to now, that had been unimaginable. And that's why the way he froze completely, that's why the sheer terror that one could read from his expressions and body languge was completely real. Daeva had caught him completely off guard.

Still, his gimmick was all about being an adventurer at heart. It was all about facing unexpected dangers, and hazardous encounters. In many ways, a horrifying surprise like this was also a damn exciting one.

The excitement wasn't going to be visible for outsiders though. He was just being a vampire's victim. And truthfully, the little that he could think of in his stunned state, comprised mostly of... What was one even supposed to do in this situation? How could have one resisted or fought back against a vampire, if they had alreay gotten their teeth sunk into you? And was the fact that Daeva's fangs had apparently indeed breached his skin something that he should have been especially worried for for any reason?

Then again, the bite was, while the most significant, only one part of all the touches and body contact he was getting from his adversary. The clutches were loosening, and getting replaced by a warm embrace... And Daeva's body felt very warm against his own indeed. Warm, comforting, and perhaps a little too inviting as well...

And when her fangs had finally parted his neck, there was a kiss against his wounded skin. No mistaking on that.

After that though, Starboy finally got to see her face once again. Face that was evidently full of pleasure, somehow on an extreme high. She had clearly enjoyed of that, which was peculiar... Scary, and peculiar. Yet intriguing... But truthfully, Star still didn't know what to do, what to feel. This was a big unknown to him, and for the first time in a long time, he couldn't keep his mind - or his roles straight.

"W-... What now?" he quietly mumbled in an astonished, clueless tone for the girl staring right into his eyes.

But that had been Jens talking. Those hadn't been Starboy's words.