Narcisse Benard vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Violent Pornography

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Bedroom Hentai Submission Match
Victory Conditions: To win, a wrestler must force the opponent to submit by way of hentai moves. No disqualifications, no countouts.

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Yup, a hentai match. Army knew it was coming, sooner or later, and wouldn’t you know it, it turned out to be sooner.

He was no virgin, but these days, Army didn’t much care for sex matches. It wasn’t a personal thing and it damn sure wasn’t because he was a prude - he’d done his fair share of them back during his first wrestling run. But, admittedly, he wasn’t all that good at them, tended to not have much luck, and he burned out on them after a while. He never outright requested to not do hentai matches, but management could tell they weren’t his forte and let him keep a safe distance.

Not so in LAW, looked like. He’d only been in the company a little while now, and they already set him up in a hentai match, and not one of the regular ones, either. No, they had him walking into one of their ‘special room’, the little areas in the back of the bedroom for private matches. A wide open, spacious set, an absurdly large bedroom suite with a wrestling ring in the middle and a King-Sized bed off to the side and some vanity tables filled with who-knew-what. A soft, plush, pink carpet to match, with a few ceiling fans lazily swinging overhead.

And then, of course, you had the wrestling ring right in the middle of it all, sticking out like a sore thumb. The violet ropes were a nice touch, though.

Army sighed as he made his way inside and closed the door behind him, taking it all in with a shrug. It wasn’t like he was hating this, exactly, and he could probably do with a little action, it had been a good while since he’d had a good romp. Could be fun, a lot of fun, though that would depend a lot on his opponent.

No point in thinking too hard on it, now. For the moment, he just made his way in, threw a quick wave to the referee inside the ring, and walked over to one of the dressers to take a peek inside. Whips, chains, handcuffs, nipple clamps, candles - yeah, all the basic stuff. Nothing too surprising, but it at least gave him a basic idea of where this was all supposed to go.

Army, ready to go.

[Sigma Morgan]

Ah yes hentai, the fine art of of competitive fucking and winning by making your opponent squirt, or making her gush until they couldn't take anymore. If hentai was an art than Narcisse considered herself Davinci, the saint herself, the saint of sex! Another match, another chance to make up for her match against Kaori. If that bitch thought fighting dirty and using all her fancy martial arts made her a better hentai wrestler than she had another thing coming!

Tonight's match was something fresh for Narcisse, a man to play with, she was starting to think they didn't exist in LAW, granted she preferred fucking her fellow women into submission or humiliation but men could be just as good, and just as easy to fuck. There were no rules tonight, just her, her opponent, a room that was likely full of surprises.

Narcisse walked down the corridor, this match was much more private that her usual fights, not that it mattered, there was likely camera's covering every single inch of the room for horny fans to watch all the action.

The French woman stepped into the room, clad in her usual white and skimp two piece attire with her hand and feat accessories. Closing the door behind her Narcisse took a few steps deeper into the room, taking a moment to study her surroundings, the dressers, the tables, anything that could hold fun little toys to spice things up if her opponent lasted long enough to get to them.


Of course the centerpiece of the room was a ring in the center that force the bed to be off to the side somewhere, and there were likely even more goodies to be found underneath both the bed and the ring, but first the match actually needed to start, and her opponent, oh right... him. Narcisse suddenly walked towards, him, her hips swaying side to side, her top leaving very little to the imagination. Narcisse flipped through ways to approach this in her mind like she was picking a class in a video game until she landed on flirty and seductive. Placing both her hands on her opponent's body Narcisse stared deeply into his eyes with lust as one hand slid down over his abs. "Mmmm, wonder what I did to deserve this" She purred trying to get into her opponent's head as her hand slid lower until it was over his pants covered man hood. "I hope it can handle it though" Naricisse added, letting her cocky side slip through a bit as she gave Armando's cock a small squeeze through his pants before backing away, hoping to get him a bit hard before the match, making her job to come just a little easier.

Narcisse

[BlackAkuma]

Going into this match, Army knew exactly two things about Narcisse Benard: She was French and she was hot. And, really, he could’ve sussed that first one out from the name.

Other than that, she was something of a mystery to him. He wasn’t opposed to do research on his opponents before match, but that was for standard stuff. Hentai was…well, it was a little weird watching two people fucking and trying to gleam anything important out of that. It wasn’t like he was going to figure out some hidden weakness in the way she swung her hips around or kissed or sucked people off. So, he figured he was best off playing things by ear, dealing with Narcisse as she came. Improvisation.

He was still idly searching the drawers when Narcissa came into the room, and he spun around to see what he was up against. Right away, he confirmed the second thing he knew about her - she was, indeed, hot. Real fucking hot. And she didn’t have any problems showing it off, either. He honestly wondered why she bothered covering anything up at all, because the dental floss she wore for attire wasn’t hiding much of anything. Fulsome, round curves, a thick body all over, athletic and powerful but with no small amount of femininity…

He liked what he saw, and judging from the way she reacted, she could say much the same. He was already starting to get hard when she came over, and that damn sure didn’t change when she felt him up. ”I…whoa, hey-” He jumped when she gave his cock a good squeeze, not showing the least bit of shame. ”You…you have a funny way of doing a handshake, lady. Geez.”

Army straightened up, breathed deep, and quickly slid his way into the ring. He regained some composure as he made his way to the center of the ring and raised his fists, getting into his stance as he waited for Narcisse to meet him there, so the referee could kick this off properly.

[Sigma Morgan]

Though Narcisse had grown accustomed to women for sexual encounters, Armando was going to be a nice change a pace, a nice cock to milk dry until he tapped out. Speaking of cock, the Frenchwoman couldn't help but notice he was already hard by the time she squeezed it. This was going to be perfect, the first male in the company to experience the saint of sex's skills and charms, her goddess like body, and her talented mouth that many women had succumbed to even before she joined LAW.

Narcisse let out an annoyed hum as her opponent stood up straight and didn't even have the courtesy to thank her for getting him hard. Of course, she didn't say that out loud, she didn't want to ruin the mood so early, though Armando referring to her advances as a handshake certainly just about did that. If the boy didn't want to take the pleasure willingly, then Narcisse was going to give him a tidal wave of it that he could drown in!

Narcisse sighed as her opponent slid into the ring. There was a perfectly good bed just across the room, but it seemed this stud needed taming first, and maybe shaming, but she was going to make sure he was both by the time she was done.

Waiting a moment, Narcisse slid into the ring as well before turning her back to her opponent as she walked to her corner, hoping the sight of her hips and ass swaying as she walked would arouse him more before she turned around. Before the bell rang, Narcisse raised her arms over her head, stretching while leaning her body slowly left and then right, letting Armando stare at her perfect figure as the two awaited their sexual duel. "You should have worn something other than pants big boy" Narcisse teased from across the ring, referring to how she was showing the most skin from the start.

[BlackAkuma]

Army had a decent idea of what Narcisse was trying to do, here. He wasn’t dumb.

…okay, he wasn’t that dumb.

He hadn't been in many hentai matches, but he’d done it enough that he knew how they typically went when it came to mixed combat. Women tended to run circles around the guys in these contests, especially when they were super hot bombshells like this. The guys would fall for the charms, get played along, and the next thing they knew, they were on their backs with an ass in their face getting milked out. Which, fair play, wasn’t the worst thing that could happen in a wrestling match by a long shot, but was still something he wanted to avoid today.

Judging on the way Narcisse kicked this off, she was going by the standard playbook, and she’d run it more than a few times. It was already having an effect, so he couldn't say it wasn’t working, but if she thought it would be smooth sailing just because of that, then he’d happily prove her wrong.

”Could’ve, yeah.Didn’t want to make it too easy for you.” He bounced on his heels and tried not to look at Narcisse too much, as she stretched out and put her body on full display. ”You’ll get the chance to take them off, don’t worry.”

Speaking of which, there went the bell.

Army brought his arms up as well, going for the traditional grappling stance instead of a boxing pose. While he didn’t have any problems punching a woman, he figured there wasn’t much point now - he needed her clear and conscious if he was going to make her pop, after all. Besides, he wanted to start this slow, get a good feel for what she was working with. So.

He moved towards the center of the ring and beckoned her to follow suit, looking to kick of this untraditional match in a traditional way with a collar and elbow tie-up.

[Sigma Morgan]

Whether Armando knew what Narcisse was trying to do or not was pretty irrelevant to her and it was bound to work one way or another. That primitive part of Armando's brain would likely betray him, the desire for pleasure, the desire for sex more precisely, and she was sure his friend between his legs would agree and was likely already excited and harder than a rock!

Normally an ideal match with Narcisse would end with her face inside of her opponent's pussy, eating them out until they simply couldn't take it anymore, she was planning to make this match much the same, though it seemed sausage was on the menu instead, a nice treat, she couldn't wait to see what it did and how fast Armando would break!

Narcisse faked a giggled at Armando's response, she couldn't help but notice the mans eyes looking anywhere but her body, though soon he would likely be fighting two battles. "You could be a gentilhomme, and take them off yourself" The Frenchwoman teased, making sure to sneak some of her native tongue into the mix.

The bell rang a few seconds later. Narcisse watched as her male opponent stepped forward arms raised like he was in some regular match or fight. Narcisse smiled lightly, so naive, so vulnerable to what he actually had to endure. Stepping forward Narcisse raised her arms as if she was going to go along with her opponent. She wasn't dumb, she knew this man could overpower her decently easy like any heavyweight on the roster could, Narcisse was planning to play to her strengths, and she wasn't going to stray from them too much. As she approached, Narcisse raised and threw her leg as her opponent's leg for a quick kick to unsettle and unbalance him.

If successful, the blonde's hands would seize her opponent's leg with her hands before pulling is face to hers, locking there lips together in a deep kiss, starting things off right in Narcisse's mind

[BlackAkuma]

An incredibly sexy, nearly nude Frenchwoman was telling Army to take his pants off, and he was saying ‘no’. In most cases, this would’ve been a sure sign of insanity, and he could look forward to a future in a straightjacket.

This was one of the rare cases where that wasn’t a good idea, though. He was going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess that Narcisse was a little more experienced with hentai matches than he was. Probably a lot more. Probably a fuckton more. He was, frankly, a few good tugs away from popping right now, and she hadn't even really ‘attacked’ yet. Army was going into the lion’s den with a steak around his neck, the last thing he needed to do was make it even worse. ”Yeah, that’s tempting. Like, legit tempting. But no, not that dumb, sorry.”

She could come get them herself, and as the bell rang, it seemed like she was poised to do that. He moved in, looking for the lockup, but not expecting to get it. Most opponents were smart enough to avoid locking horns with him, and he figured Narcisse would be much the same. He was ready for her to try something, maybe a kick or a dodge or a takedown or a…

…kiss?

Yeah, a kiss. She started off with a kick, but that was just to reel him in, pulling him in close so their lips could meet, flesh to flesh, heat against heat. Army’s eyes shot wide, then softened as her magic worked its way into him. Soft, supple lips slid against his own, her breath poured down his throat, her tongue played along his teeth, and for a second, he was melting.

Army came back to life before it was too late and pulled away before he could get too deep into the rabbit hole. Working on reflex, he did the only thing he could think to do when he was caught off guard: Attack. Specifically, he wrapped his arms around Narcisse’s waist, lifting her up, and tried to send her flying overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex.

[Sigma Morgan]

If Narcisse completely had her way she would be sucking this guy off while his back was pinned against the turnbuckle, but it seemed Armando had just enough self control to keep his pants on. Not that it mattered, they would soon be off of him soon along with anything he might be wearing under them as well. Sex was an art, and Narcisse would soon make Armando her canvas.

Kick a kick to the leg, Narcisse quickly followed things up, and kicked things off properly with a kiss. "Mmm" Narcisse purred into her opponent's mouth as her tongue ran across his teeth before going in deeper, running across his own tongue, just a kiss, and the man was already melting. In Narcisse's mind, it would be just a matter of a couple minutes until she got the man's dick out of his pants. But before Armando melted completely, he managed to get control of himself.

"Tsc" Narcisse hissed lightly as Armando managed to break the kiss. "I thought you were enjoying yours-"

Before Narcisse could finish her sentence, the man's muscular arms wrapped around her body, and not a second later, her lifted her up and sent her flying, with Narcisse's back crashing painfully back down onto the canvas. "Ngggh" Narcisse groaned in pain as she tried to roll on her stomach. It was safe to say the two of them had very different approaches to the match!

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Army was enjoying himself. That was sort of the problem - he was enjoying himself way, way too much. Narcisse had nearly turned him into a puddle with a single kiss, which put him in awkward situation - he needed to get up close and personal with her to win this match, but being close to her meant she could touch him, get at him, work him over with her amazing body and talented tongue. He could outfight her, but outsex her? He had no faith in that.

So, for now, he needed to exert some offensive pressure, and that was accomplished by lifting her up and sending her flying with a belly-to-belly, escaping her liplock before the match could whittle him away. Sounded like a nasty fall, too, and he couldn't help but wince in sympathy.

Not wanting to waste much time, he shook off his stupor, popped to his feet, and moved in on Narcisse, wanting to catch her before she rose up and caused him more trouble. He mounted her back, reached over to grab her chin, and tried to pull her up into a Camel Clutch, looking to put some pressure on her spine with the classic, simple move. ”Sorry for the rough stuff, just caught me a little off guard with…that. You’re a crazy good kisser, seriously.”

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse was at a strength disadvantage this match, and it seemed to be a rather large one, with how easily Armando picked her up and slammed her. Thankfully, this was a hentai match, though, and the Frenchwoman had already experienced her male opponent's sensual weakness from just a kiss, and she could only wonder how easily it would be to make him bust with something more, especially her sexual finisher!

But for now, she could only wonder as she was now on the defensive. Rolling onto her stomach, Narcisse unintentionally put herself in a position for her opponent's next move! Narcisse groaned as Armando took a seat on her back, pressing her breast against the mat, but on for a second as her grabbed her chin, forcing her upper body off the mat while painfully bending her spine, causing Narcisse to groan and wince in pain.

Narcisse continued to wince in pain as Armando apologized and complimented her. "Just lay back... and let me and your little friend have some fun then!" Narcisse ordered despite not being in a position to do so. The Frenchwoman planted her hands on the canvas as Armando had forgotten to secure her arms over her thighs, allowing her to ease some of the tension off of her spine, but she was still stuck, and Armando was still in the driver's seat.