Sexual Debut: Saeko [D] vs Ivan, Special Falls Count Match.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's knowing smirk widens as he hears Saeko's whispered admission. So, the feisty blue-haired babe isn't as immune to his dominating presence as she'd like to pretend. That only serves to heighten his arousal.

"Not that terrible, huh?" He repeats, his voice low and husky with amusement. "Well, darling, it's just getting started." Ivan's hips grind deliberately against Saeko's buttocks, the friction evident even through their wrestling attire. "And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy."

His words hang heavy in the ring, underscored by the sound of Saeko's ragged breathing and the crowd's anticipation. Ivan's dominance is palpable, and he revels in it, knowing full well that he has this match – and this woman – right where he wants them.

With a sadistic gleam in his eye, Ivan extends the hold, prolonging Saeko's discomfort and helpless predicament. He luxuriates in her struggling form, savoring the sight of her flushed face and chest heaving with each labored breath.

His hands tighten around her, her body arching in the air as he hyperextend s her body while grinding his pelvis against her buttocks with renewed vigor. The friction sends jolts of pleasure through his loins, stoking the flames of his lust.

[Serto]

Saeko’s face took a deep pink hue when she noticed how Ivan had been able to listen to her. The blue-haired knew pretty well that she was a big and difficult to ignore submissive side to herself and that it would surely arise under the proper circumstances. Ivan had some of those traits needed for it to surface and that was showing now but Azure couldn’t help but feel it was too soon. The match had just begun and she was slowly but surely turning into a slut and that gave her fighting pride some disgust.

Ivan, now aware of the effect he was having on Saeko’s willpower, just tightened the hold while he kept grinding his still clothed erection against the blue-haired’s backside, which made her let out a pant. Breathing was hard and her body was strained, but the woman couldn’t help but feel an urge within her, so she did something that wasn’t precisely wise, but it wasn’t as if she had many options of escaping. He stoked the fires within Ivan. “What, are you going to keep me locked in this Nelson while dryhumping my butt through your pants?”, she asked in between her grunts of pain with a tone that hinted her disappointment in him.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's smirk grows wider at Saeko's sarcastic remark, clearly amused by her attempts to mask the obvious effects of his dominating techniques. He knows exactly what buttons to press to unravel her composure, and he's enjoying every minute of it.

With a swift, precise maneuver, Ivan transitions the hold from a Full Nelson to a surfboard variation, arching Saeko's back further. This new position forces her body to stretch upward, toes pointing toward the ceiling as he keeps her immobile and at his mercy.

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"Wish Granted," Ivan teases. Inside, his quite nervous for using this move. Ground holds like this isn't his specialty but his confident in his strength to hold it.

The crowd roars with laughter at the remark, adding to Saeko's humiliation as she lies there, utterly powerless and at Ivan's complete discretion. Her futile struggles only serve to heighten the sexual tension simmering between them, threatening to boil over at any moment.

[Serto]

It turned out that kicking a hornet’s nest wasn’t the best idea after all. Just after Saeko scolded her rival for keeping her in a mildly annoying but less painful hold the man quickly transitioned towards a Surf Board variation that got Azure screaming in pain pretty quickly. Now that was a proper submission hold, and at least Saeko wasn’t paying attention to Ivan’s bulge anymore.

Despite this, Saeko blushes when the crowd roars. Everyone is enjoying seeing her in that state and even if that was one of the reasons she joined LAW but was still a little hesitant to accept it. She clenched her teeth and firmly close her eyes until she could see stars behind her eyelids but that was a position in which she couldn’t endure much time. “Okay okay, I give!”, she said with a desperate tone as her back felt strained, tapping with her hand against Ivan’s arm and hoping for the torture to end soon.

[MR. Q]

The instant Saeko taps out, surrendering to the excruciating pain of the surfboard hold, Ivan releases her immediately. He steps back, allowing her to slump to the mat, gasping for air.

"Good girl," he praises, offering her a condescending smirk. "Now, let's get to the fun part."

With a deft, calculated move, Ivan hoists Saeko up and bends her over the ropes, securing her hips firmly in place. The crowd erupts into a frenzy at the display, sensing the erotic nature of his intentions.

Reaching behind Saeko, Ivan swiftly tugs down her top, exposing her pert breasts to the ravenous gaze of the audience. His fingers then dip between her thighs, pulling her bottoms aside to reveal her glistening folds.

"Hmm, already soaking wet," Ivan murmurs approvingly, tracing a finger through her slick arousal. "Looks like someone's enjoying herself back there."

Ivan grasps one of Saeko's thighs, hoisting it high to expose her slick, glistening folds to the eager lenses of the cameras. The audience hangs on every lewd detail, their collective hunger for debauchery palpable in the air.

With a swift motion, Ivan frees his engorged erection from his trunks, the thick, pulsing length bobbing enticingly in front of Saeko's open pussy. Pre-cum beads at the tip, adding a hint of salty tang to the air as it teases her entrance.

"You wanted to be dominated, and now here you are," Ivan whispers, his warm breath fanning over Saeko's exposed flesh. With deliberate slowness, he guides the head of his cock against her dripping slit, coating it with her juices before slowly pushing inside. "Let's see if you can take every inch."

The audience cheers raucously at the erotic spectacle unfolding before them, their lust-filled cries mingling with the wet sound of Ivan's thrusts penetrating Saeko's willing body.

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[Serto]

Saeko had to grant her rival something: the very instant she submitted to Ivan the man released her. It looked like he was a nice rival enough to just not torture her more than needed and that was something to be grateful about. As she slumped on the mat the blue-haired rubbed her pained backside while she groaned in strained exhaustion. That hold had been relentless, quick and very very effective and now Saeko had to endure the first punishment round. The rules stipulated that she had to comply with everything her rival demanded for three minutes so she didn’t fight back when Ivan bent her against the ropes and hoisted her leg up. She just let out a groan of protest when he pulled her upper attire down and popped her breasts free which was met with a roar of appreciation from the crowd which made her blush more.

However, Saeko’s attention was back at Ivan pretty soon as she couldn’t see him but felt his girth pressing against her entrance. Azure could feel a rush of excitement coursing her. She gulped, sighed and relaxed her body. “O-ooohhh”, she let a long low moan out as he parted her lips with his slow thrust. She could feel her arousal growing and decided to further tease him. “You know, I never thought of you as the slow, loving one…”, she said with a chuckle, her excitement making her body tremble a little.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's chest rumbles with a low chuckle at Saeko's teasing remark, clearly amused by her attempt to fluster him. He doesn't hasten his pace, savoring each deliberate thrust as he claims her willing body inch by tantalizing inch.

"You're full of surprises," Ivan murmurs, his voice husky with lust as he bottoms out, fully sheathed within Saeko's clenching heat. He pauses for a moment, relishing the sensation before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to drive her wild.

"Maybe I do have a softer side," Ivan continues, his tone low and seductive as he sets a steady pace. "But don't get too comfortable. The real fun hasn't even begun."

As he speaks, Ivan increases the tempo, his thick shaft sliding in and out of Saeko's wet canal with increasing vigor. The crowd roars in approval, their eyes glued to the explicit display of carnal display unfolding before them.

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Continuing his relentless assault on Saeko's senses, Ivan slams into her harder, his powerful strokes rocking her entire body with each brutal thrust. The ropes creak in protest as he ravages her, his intense focus solely on dominating her pleasure.

"You wanted this right?" Ivan reminds her, his hot breath panting against her ear as he speaks. "Now moan."

He pounds into her relentlessly, chasing his own climax as the audience cheers him on. Sweat drips down Ivan's muscular frame, his rhythm growing more erratic as he teeters on the brink of release.

[Serto]

Saeko breathed deep as Ivan steadied his pace, slowly thrusting in and out of her in a way that made the woman start panting. She didn’t know what he meant by saying she was full of surprises since she thought she was pretty straightforward and easy to read but she would allow him to have his own opinions. What mattered more to the blue-haired was that the man was picking up with his pace, her folds accepting the offering by lubricating more and more until she was thoroughly wet, squelching sounds coming from her pussy as it swallowed Ivan’s cock whole. Azure panted in heat and excitement, but so far she knew her rival could do way more and she was of course sure that she wouldn’t be submitting to that level of action.

Ivan asked Saeko if this was what she wanted. In a way, it was, but the blue-haired wouldn’t admit it out loud, at least so soon in the match. Then he ordered her to moan, which made her let out a chuckle in between her raspy breathing. “You know, it doesn’t work that way. You’re supposed to make me moan…”, she said with a playful tone, teasing her rival to go harder if he dared, because at that point that punishment round could be as dangerous for the redheaded man as it was for Azure.

[MR. Q]

A low growl rumbles in Ivan's chest at Saeko's cheeky retort, her words igniting a spark of competitive fire within him. He can feel her wetness enveloping his throbbing length, her tightness pushing him to new heights of aggression.

"Oh, I'll make you moan alright," Ivan snarls, his hands gripping Saeko's hips brutally as he increases his tempo. Each powerful thrust jars her frame against the ropes, the impact echoing through the arena.

"Fucking take it!" Ivan roars, slamming into Saeko with ruthless abandon. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh fill the air, interspersed with Saeko's high-pitched whimpers and his own grunts of exertion.

The crowd erupts in a frenzy of cheers and whistles, sensing the escalating intensity of their battle. Ivan doesn't hold back, determined to break Saeko and claim victory. He pounds into her mercilessly, driven by a primal need to dominate and conquer.