Ianthe vs Ivan - A Fulfilling Mixed Affair

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe would release her prey from the torment of the guillotine, any longer may have seen the man put to sleep and ending this fight without even so much as a squirt from either fighter. The unbalacing acted to deter from remaining any further in the hold. However, another great idea struck her mind.

Not allowing Ivan any rest, she pounced at him again and attempted to reel his body back into her possession. The imperatrix's hands would shoot for his arms and force the stud's back against her form. If that was successful, she would maintain a complete entrapment of Ivan. His legs would be spread wide open by Ianthe's; the man's powerful cock in full view to the crowd and completely vulnerable to any desires.

Her sculpted and marbled arms would be tightly wrapped around the chest and collarbone, any of which could begin jerking off his meaty oiled pole. Hardened nipples, her perfect chest filled with hedonistic pleasure poking and squishing against Ivan's well-defined back.

She would aim to slow down the fight, taking it into a stage that would be enjoyable to the crowd. But most importantly, something she had been looking forward towards.

[MR. Q]

Ivan twists and contorts as he feels Ianthe's powerful arms closing around him, her slick skin sliding against his. Her legs spread his wider, leaving him fully exposed and vulnerable.

Just as her hands reach for his pole, Ivan manages to jerk his hips side, dodging her grasp. In one fluid motion, he weaves left and aims a kick at her exposed torso, his foot slamming into her rock-hard abs with a meaty thud.

"Unngghhh!!" Ivan grunts with the effort, feeling the impact vibrate through his shin. He can't afford getting caught again or else.

So he's gonna play his favorite game as a child.

Cops and Robbers, him as the robber and the giant woman facing him as the cop. Sounds easy enough?

[SeptaX1]

He was a nimble fellow. His slick movement and the use of the hot oil simply allowed a quick motion to evade the entrapment. As a reward, Ianthe received a fair kick into the meat of her abdominal armor. Such was met in turn by a hasty flex, as the imperatrix had to quickly defend against another unexpected sequrnce of events. The impact was reasonable given Ivan's striking ability, but the foot would bounce off the armor of the goddess's conditioned tummy. She gave herself a small rub over the afflicted area.

"As rebellious as always. It matters not Ivan hun, your body will be in my possession tonight. You're just a man after all.~"

The red-haired male foe continued to subvert the imperatrix's expectations, her calculations in need of refinement. Very well, she thought to play along. Eventually, someone like him would falter. The mere piece in the line of dominos would fall in placs and chug along just as the others she faced do. It was simply inevitable that Ivan would be conquered and that feeling of indescribable joy would be washing over Ianthe by the time he was finished.

She bent over and held a grappling stance. Ianthe's center of gravity was more controlled as she began closing in towards Ivan, cautioning of any sudden movements the smaller opponent may conduct. Once again, the giantess beefcake's walk was much more intimidating by virtue of her size. Then, the imperatrix arms would attempt to latch and struggle with his, using her strength to pull the young man. If successful, she'd wrap her burly arms for a bearhug. The woman's eager body, oiled and hungry to get a taste of man meat.

"I think it's better to give into your hidden desires. Why not think with your dick and give in to being handled by a goddess of woman hm?~" Ianthe knowingly teased.

[MR. Q]

Ivan grits his teeth as Ianthe's powerful arms wrap around him in a crushing bear hug. Her slick, oiled skin slides against his own as she pulls him flush against her massive frame.

"Fffuuuck!" Ivan groans, feeling his ribs creak under the pressure of her embrace. Despite her words, he resists the urge to give in, his pride and stubborn nature refusing to submit so easily.

The Filipino fighter strains against her hold, trying to break free. His muscles bulge and flex beneath his skin as he puts everything he has into the struggle. Sweat drips down his face, mixing with the oil and streaming down his chest.

Ivan's attempts to escape Ianthe's bear hug are in vain, his muscles straining futilely against her crushing strength. Slick skin slides against slick skin, oil making the hold even more inescapable.

Desperate, Ivan uses his head as a weapon. With a grunt, he snaps it backwards, aiming for Ianthe's face.

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe reveled in the bodily sensations, such as the tensing of his muscles that tried helplessly to revolt against the imperial power. His arms flared out trying to break her hold, and she felt the full extent of his corded muscle. A fighter heroically resists, yet remains pathetically outgunned. It was akin to a massage chair. Though a massage chair's noises aren't all that interesting. On the contrary, Ivan's prideful groans and cute whimpers sparked joy for Ianthe.

She was nowhere near flexing her full prowess, instead giving fun compressions that would easily snap any lightweight in half. The grip on her elbows tightened and secured the lovely bearhug.

Her lustful smirk decorated the delightful thoughts circling in a devious mind. How wonderful would it be to maintain this lovely position? In fact, she planned to insert another game into the cuddle session. The imperatrix moved her head close, landing some neck kisses and licking his Adam's apple. She nuzzled against the ridges of his sharp chin.

Another round of cuddling was in order, but it seemed Ivan had enough of the pleasantries. His head cocked back, and in one swift motion clobbered against the protruding Ianthe. With such a close distance, impact was inevitable, though she quickly tucked her chin and was lucky enough to have her face lowered. Thus the forehead would take the brunt. A daze clouded her, a riveting pain, but certainly not as bad as if she would've been clocked in the face. Though, she did not want to keep standing and did need to make a recovery.

And so, she would not be letting go of the bearhug, as Ivan might've hoped. Instead, Ianthe dropped to the mat and he was coming with her. The poor man lay sandwiched between the mat and the meaty Ianthe in a hydraulic press.

"Hehe, let's enjoy this together, you sinful little thing~" The beautiful woman cooed.

Ianthe would grind with a hedonic eagerness. In control of her foe's body, the blonde woman would aim to squeeze it dry. Like a sponge, the moistness of Ivan's form transferred unto her. Many elements of this cinematic experience acted to arouse the body-loving aphrodite and the crowd that was locked in with pure awe. Her opponent's cock perfectly cuddled into the gorges of her abdominal definition, which felt the heat of pleasure and pressure as friction left the room for Jesus. Vertical grinds and forward squeezes acted to stimulate Ivan's member, all the while getting off to the bodily contact.

Her face would move back to Ivan's, looking to rest and snuggle against him. Ianthe's warm cheeks coddling his. Hot breath carressed hot skin. A proper session of taming and training as she simply rested her weight down on the man.