Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

Yuto began to tense up a little under Ayumi in no time once she amped up her stroking. Having her ass grinding on his face really did a number on him after all, and the way she's expertly stroking his pulsating shaft made it a deadly combo for his arousal. He began to squirm a bit more, his hips trying to hump her hand some more before his body started spasming.

"Mmmpphhff...! Mmmhhfff...!" the boy let out loud, muffled cries of pleasure on Ayumi's lovely derriere as his juices spurted out, creating a dark, wet spot on his pants that's slightly masked by the color.

Although there's no mistaking that he had reached his climax judging from how his body was twitching and jolting. The crowds roared in approval while Yuto writhed around, his member remained somewhat hard and throbbing in Ayumi's hand while he's basking in the afterglow of his first climax.

"Nnnngggghh..."

[Parker]

“Ah…” Ayumi cooed softly as he twitched in her hand, her rough pumps slowly easing to a gentle stroke again as she transitioned him out of his blissful release. Once he no longer had anything else left to give, she gracefully slipped her hand out from his pants, casually using the leg of his garment to wipe his love from her fingers.

She gave another playful wiggle of her backside, twisting his head from side to side. Pushing off onto her knees, she released him from his captivity, leaning back to seat herself towards the top of his head, seated on the mat. Her hands slipped under his shoulders, tugging him up to sit against her warm body, slouching to rest the weight of her breasts on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him possessively as she kissed the top of his head.

“I think you might be in trouble.” She whispered quietly to him, idly dragging her nails across his chest, playful pressure that didn’t dig into him like a scratch but came very close.

[Lico]

Yuto gasped and panted after Ayumi got off him, his expression looking silly and ecstatic. While he's trying to recover from the climax, his body was pulled into a sitting position and rested against hers, which brought a sense of comfort for him. Yuto wasn't expecting that, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. Ayumi's embrace and kiss on his head drew a soft purr from the boy, whose eyes then blinked as he heard what she told him.

"Trouble...? What trouble?" he blurted, her fingers on his chest made him wriggled a little.

Despite of that, Yuto didn't even think of getting away from Ayumi just yet, as if he's curious about her response first. Although it could be argued that he probably wouldn't be able to even if he tried, given that his opponent was stronger and fresher than him, at the moment it seemed that his fighting instinct hadn't returned just yet to him.

[Parker]

Ayumi sat behind Yuto, legs spread wide on either side of him, the canvas cool beneath her sneakers as she pressed her soles flat for leverage. One hand glided across his chest, her nails teasing lightly over the sweat that slicked his skin, while the other combed slowly through his messy hair, taming it back as if she were grooming a pet.

“Trouble?” Her voice was smooth, mocking, but carried a purr that curled low in her throat. She leaned forward, lips close enough to graze his ear as she whispered, “Being in my arms always is.”

Then came the trap. Her thighs suddenly tightened around his waist, locking him to her lap as her chest pressed flush against his back. The hand at his hair slipped lower, snaking under his chin, and with one seamless roll of her arm, she hooked his head deep into the crook of her underarm, Yuto’s jawline snug into her bicep, his throat stretched, forcing him down into a curve.

Ayumi leaned back into the mat, arching, dragging him with her until his body was sprawled half across hers. Her sneakers squeaked faintly as she dug them into the canvas, cinching her legs higher around his waist, anchoring him while she bent him backward into her hold. Her frame became a silken vice, the dragon sleeper locked in as her arm pressed inexorably tighter across his throat.

Her lips brushed his shoulder, her tone amused, almost indulgent. “See? Nothing but trouble.”

The crowd roared as the image came together, Ayumi sprawled with effortless elegance, sneakers braced for leverage to bend Yuto helplessly in her arms as she slowly, sensually ground him down.

[Lico]

Yuto was still trying to figure out what kind of trouble he's in within this snuggly position, until Ayumi shifted the gear and locked his waist with her legs. Her arm followed by hooking around his neck, pulling him into the dragon sleeper position as she bent him backwards, the transition was gentle, smooth, yet deadly.

"Nnghh...!" the boy groaned, his hands reached for her arm to try prying it off his neck. "N-no... Urg...!"

He'd attempt to loosen her hold as much as he could while she still hadn't squeezed him too much with her legs, while also squirming and twisting his body to make it more difficult for her to do so. The boy wanted to roll to the side then further onto his front to slip away from her hold, but that seemed unlikely given that Ayumi was stronger than him.

[Parker]

“Ah ah…” Ayumi chided gently as Yuto squirmed in her grasp, his rocking and writhing only serving to amuse her. The boy nearly tipped them over once or twice, but she corrected the balance with ease, leaning her weight just so, cinching her thighs tighter around his waist until his body jolted with the pressure. Her lips brushed his damp skin, planting a languid kiss against his collar as her arm flexed against his throat, showing him how little effort it took for her to own this moment.

“It wouldn’t feel right letting you go,” she purred, the words hot against his ear. “You fit so nicely between my arms and legs.”

Her forearm curved deeper beneath his chin, her bicep pressing in to snugly catch his jawline while her hand threaded behind his head, locking him in place. With each flex, the sleeper closed a little tighter, not a violent choke but a silky embrace, coaxing the fight from him breath by breath. Her free hand stroked down his chest in lazy circles, savoring the way he twitched under her touch.

Every squeeze of her thighs around his ribs rippled through his core, drawing little hitches from his lungs, while her hips gave a slow, grinding shift to remind him how securely he was trapped.

“Relax, my pretty pet. You’ll only make it hurt if you fight me. Just…let me keep you here a little longer.”

[Lico]

Ayumi looked like barely breaking a sweat containing Yuto, and soon enough his struggle began to cease due to the increasing squeezing on his throat and midsection as well as the kiss that highlighted her sensual yet firm domination over him. His hands were still trying to pull on her arm, but her hold only seemed to get tighter every time. The way Ayumi only adding a bit of pressure each time instead of squeezing him tightly in one go only further showed her absolute control over the situation. It's more like a persuasion rather than a coercion, and it's working wonders on the boy.

It's quite maddening how easily she's handling him as if he's just a doll on her hands, and yet at the same time it's also excited him. Her grinding was corroding his will to keep resisting, bringing his squirming to an almost complete stop, save for some reactionary twitching and jolting whenever she's squeezing him tighter.

"Hhnnggg... p-pet... I'm not... uugghh...!" even protesting verbally becoming difficult for Yuto due to Ayumi's arm on his neck.

The way she's talking to him, however, did cause some twitching between his legs.

[Parker]

“You’re not… ever leaving me? That's very sweet of you.” She had reached the point at which stretching Yuto began to take effort, so she eased back just a bit, allowing her to pulse the choke with the occasional rock. She didn’t want the poor boy passing out after all, so just like a good mistress, she allowed him to draw in breath now and then to make sure he was happy and healthy.

She breathed out a soft sigh, letting her warm breath roll down his shoulder. Fingers dragging against his chest, rubbing his pectorals as she purred low and predator. “Ah hm.” She giggled smokily, unhooking her arms to slip her heels between his legs and spread them apart. “Seems like you need to be satiated again. What a very needy pet you are.”

“Thankfully…” She nuzzled his shoulder, kissing a small trail up his collar until she reached her arm. “All you have to do is ask nicely.”

[Lico]

"W-wha...? I didn't- nnghhhh...!" Yuto tried to protest to no avail as Ayumi put her words in his mouth.

She allowed him to breathe a little easier every now and then, but the constant rocking only further making him weaker in her grasps. Her hand on his chest making him wriggle a little, the mixture of this squeezing and light stimulation only messing up the poor boy's mind some more. Ayumi wasn't only softening his body, but also melting his mind with her words and affectionate nuzzles and kisses. Yuto simply couldn't fight her on either front and turning putty in her hands without him even fully realizing it. As if he's getting even more tangled in her webs the more he tried to resist.

His legs were spread easily, exposing his once again bulging nether region. Even though she hadn't stimulated him down there ever since his climax, he could already feel himself getting somewhat hot and bothered by being in a somewhat intimate position with her.

"I-'m not your- nnhh...! I'm not neeeddyy..." he whined almost childisly.

[Parker]

“Yuto…” She asked softly, almost sounding hurt. “I’ve been so nice to you.” She ran her hand down his chest gently, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “But I need your help if I’m going to keep being nice.”

Ayumi slowly arched her back, stretching his legs, drawing out the choke until it constricted him. It was immediately the difference in just how agonizing the hold got the moment she applied herself. She held it light that, keeping him drawn tight to the point of breaking… then eased it back.

“So, pet, behave, and we can have all the fun together.” She let out a breathy sigh, craning her neck to glance back at his head tucked under her arm. “You can be oh-so-mean to me, and I’ll have to whip you into shape.”