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

[BlackAkuma]

There, now Army was the one in control. Sort of.

While he was the one in the more powerful position, he was also deftly aware that didn’t mean she couldn't arouse him any further - he was very much aware of the way her body rubbed against his, the heat on her skin, her breath pouring over his neck as she squirmed about. He could already feel his hardness growing once more, the blood was flowing, the heart was pumping. Narcisse was infectious.

”Jesus, you are something else.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, suckling at her skin for a few seconds, even as she kept up her struggles. ”Almost hate to do this, but…”

Do it he did, Army spun about, arched his back, and attempted to send Narcisse flying towards the center of the ring, hurling her away with a belly-to-belly suplex.

[Sigma Morgan]

The only thing that hadn't immediately gone wrong for Narcisse in that moment was that her skimpy clothing was still on, though the blonde's top seemed to be struggling as her breasts threatened to spill out! "MMmm fuck" Narcisse let out a sexual and pained groan as Armando brought his lips to her neck and sucked on the skin, turning Narcisse on!

Narcisse's hands went to the back of her opponent's head, hoping that in his lust, he wouldn't notice her guiding his face towards her breast, hoping to use her woman's assets to smother him, but before she could, the man spoke again, his words momentarily confused her before it was immediately made clear as she spun around and slammed her onto the canvas with a belly to belly suplex, his weight coming down on top of her only making the rough landing even worse!

"Nghhh!" Narcisse groaned as she moved her arm to cover her eyes, stunned from the sudden slam!

[BlackAkuma]

Army was about 95% sure Narcisse had been trying to smother him there, and he had to admit, he wouldn’t have minded letting her go crazy on him - even after being sucked off a moment ago, he was already feeling the heat building up once again, just from being close to the absolutely smokeshow that was this woman’s body. He was in control, for the moment, but that could change in a heartbeat.

Army slid down her body, giving her breasts a loving kiss as he passed, and brought his attention to her legs - strong, supple, pleasing. He’d need to do something about them and shut down her lower body before he made any further plans. He had a good idea on how to do that.

”Let me just…” Army grabbed her ankle, stood up, and used his grip to flip Narcisse over to her back. From there, he tucked her leg under his armpit, pulled her up, and attempted to snag her with a Single-Leg Variation of the Boston Crab.

A move that would leave her pussy exposed and his hand free, but he wasn’t going to make use of that just yet.

[Sigma Morgan]

"Way to repay someone for the best blowjob of your life, prick" was the only thing Narcisse was able to think of in her momentarily stunned state as Armando laid on top of her, though it wasn't long, a few moments at the most, the man clearly knew he had bought himself precious time to work with as the French woman was unable to defend herself!

Narcisse shuddered as the man kissed her barely covered breast as he slid down her body. The slight amount of pleasure acting like a shock through her body after mostly only receiving pain from the bearhug and belly to belly suplex. Though the pain wasn't over, the dumb brute seemed to be focused on giving her more as well as continuing to constrict her movements.

"Missing my blowjob yet?" Narcisse remarked with a hiss as she was rolled onto her stomach. Armando was moving quickly and decisively, before Narcisse could even push all the way up on her hands, the man took a seat on her back and pulled her leg back, causing pain to shoot through her lower body. Narcisse wasn't new to this kind of fighting, she had been in enough and seen enough to know that this hold was about more than pain when utilized to its full potential in a sexual contest. The question was whether Armando was going to go all the way with it or not. "Unhand me dumbass!" Narcisse growled as she glanced back and winced in pain.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Army was feeling a little bad about smacking her around after she gave him such incredible service, and judging from the reaction he was getting from the crowd, they shared the same opinion. It wasn’t used to, though - guys always went into these matches with the people shitting all over them, so he’d learned to tune it out.

He was in control, now, and with Narcisse proving to be a dangerous opponent, he wasn’t about to lose that advantage anytime soon. Instead, he cranked up the pressure, pulling back on her leg and exerting serious pressure, milking the hold for all it was worth.

And not just that.

”Yeah, sorry about the rough stuff.” He looked over his shoulder and winked. ”I’ll tell you what, though - I’ll make it up to you. Just like…”

His fingers slipped down to her pussy, slowly stroking it, ramping up the pleasure, working her over with soft, teasing strokes.

[Sigma Morgan]

It was ironic. Narcisse was an arrogant heel through and through, but it seemed the hot and horny crowd was willing to overlook that as they chose to cheer her instead of the hot blonde on instead of the hunk who was likely much more of a nicer person but not from Narcisse's point of view as she let out a cry of pain as put more pressure onto her back and into her hold!

Narcisse looked towards the ropes and her fist clenched, and she glared into space as her opponent half heartedly apologized before she felt his fingers grace her covered sex before they began to tease and stroke it through her skimpy and revealing bottoms. Narcisse let out a soft moan and began to crawl towards the ropes determined not to let her opponent get an orgasm out of her, not like this, not on her his terms!

"I'm... going to drain you..!" Narcisse threatened between grunts of exertion and sexual sighs!

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due - Narcisse was stubborn. A lot of women would just lay back and take what he was giving him, especially in a match like this, where you didn’t automatically lose because of an orgasm, but she kept fighting, defiant all the way. He strongly suspected it had less to do with her having guts and more to do with pride, but still. He could respect the grind.

Speaking of which, she was getting closer and closer to the ropes. It was tempting to just make her work for it, then pull the rug out from under her, but he had a better, more direct idea.

Instead, Army spun about, reached down, and reached around her body to cup her chest from behind, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh. He lifted her up, arched his back, and sent her flying with a variation on the German Suplex, hurling her towards the center of the ring.

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse was one to give pleasure. She would take pleasure when she wanted to take it, and no matter how attractive or strong her opponent was, Narcisse wasn't willingly going to change anything about that! The ropes were getting closer with each passing second, freedom was close, and her chance to once again take control of things along with it! There was a mental list starting to form in Narcisse's mind of the things she was going to do to this man until his cock couldn't handle anymore but that had to wait, instead she focused only on the ropes but before she could get to close, her opponent threw a curve ball!

Narcisse let out a sensual gasp as the man roughly grabbed and cupped her chest. "Like how they feel" Narcisse taunting asked trying to remain defiant as the man hauled her up. "It that the best you can d-" before she could finish Armando arched and back and sent Narcisse overhead and back down onto the canvas shoulder's fist causing Narcisse's teeth and eyes to clench shut as a grunt of pain escaped her lips.

[BlackAkuma]

”No,” Army called back, after Narcisse hit the floor and splatted. ”That was the best I can do.”

Screw it, he was a sucker for a good taunt, especially when he was in the driver’s seat, which he certainly was at this point. Narcisse was tough - way tougher than he would’ve expected from a hentai wrestler - but the advantage was firmly his right now, and he had no qualms about pressing it. He stood up after launching her and moved her way, with a cocky swagger in his step.

Getting in close, he dipped down and brought his head between her legs, figuring he needed to go for another orgasm to keep the pressure up. Since her barely-there outfit gave him easy access to her pussy, that was what he went for, pulling the thin fabric away and diving in with an eager tongue. Swift, supple strokes, lapping away at her sex, trying to stoke the first and bring her back to the heights of pleasure.

[Sigma Morgan]

The French woman was so out of it from the slam that her brain didn't even register her opponent's taunt. Men often had the strength advantage in most intergender matches, and there wasn't much Narcisse could do to outdo Armando in that department except for trying to endure it. There was one advantage Narcisse certainly had though, sexual experience. Narcisse could take and more importantly, give pleasure like she was born to do so.

Right now she had to endure it. Armando approached her once again after slamming her, his cock wide out in the open didn't even seem to phase him despite the loud and horny crowd watching him. Narcisse slowly stirred, looking down between her legs to see Armando pulling her bottoms aside, exposing her pussy to the warm arena air before her head fell back to the canvas as she began to moan, feeling Armando's tongue on her pussy!

Narcisse's right hand reach down, running through Armando's hair, her pride wanted to pull his head away, but her body desired the pleasure and overruled her brain's desire as her left rested on her chest. "G-get off!" Narcisse groaned before letting out another stream of moans, slowly losing herself to her desire for pleasure!