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

[Lico]

At this point, victory probably was the last thing that ever crossed Yuto's mind. He's too drowned within the sensations of Ayumi's ass smothering him, which she didn't let up even after his climax. The boy was only getting weaker and more docile, making less noise and squirming less as even as she gave his navel a kiss and a flick of her tongue or when she teased his nipples briefly.

He let out a muffled groan as Ayumi stretched herself on top of him and slowly getting up, then gasped audibly as he finally was able to breathe fresh air again. His expression looked like he almost fainted, eyes half closed, panting heavily after what seemingly like an eternity and some of being smothered. The ref seemed to be showing a little empathy and didn't count right away, giving the poor boy a couple of seconds of recovery before starting.

"One...! Two...!"

Yuto only wheezed and writhed for a moment as his thoughts and senses were still coming back to him.

"Three...! Four...!"

He eventually began to roll sluggishly onto his side, then slowly shifting onto one knee, each movement seemingly taking a lot of effort to make.

"Five...! Six...!"

The boy didn't really move, still taking a deep breath, his head felt like it's spinning a little from all the smothering he just had.

"Seven...! Eight...!"

Finally, he began to rise to his feet again, wobbling around a little. The ref counted reached about nine and a half when Yuto finally stood somewhat straight, which prompted the cheers from the crowds. Clearly, they hadn't been satisfied enough by his ordeal.

"Wheeww... Now... where was I..." he mumbled while looking at Ayumi again, looking tired, yet still not ready to throw in the towel yet, even if there's practically zero chance of him turning the situation around.

[Parker]

Yuto was barely upright, swaying like a reed in the wind, sweat dripping down his face as he clung to the momentary victory of beating the count. The crowd gave him credit, their cheers rising, but Ayumi only smiled. A slow, sultry saunter carried her across the canvas, her hips swaying, every step deliberate as though she had all the time in the world.

She let her fingers trail through her hair, eyes locked on him with a look that was equal parts amusement and indulgence. A queen surveying a fool who didn’t know when to stay down. When she reached him, she tilted her head, lashes low as she offered him a mockingly sweet congratulations.

”Still standing? Bravo!"

Her words were as warm as her smile as she half turned to look at the crowd expectantly, some catching her meaning and beginning to cheer a bit more loudly for Yuto’s tenacity. She glanced sidelong to him, the corner of her lip tugging at a small smirk. Then she turned, hard, leaning to heft the weight of her chest in front of her, swinging her breasts towards his head like a pair of wrecking balls that carried far more impact than any punch she likely could have thrown, with enough power to floor him if they connected.

If he hadn’t reacted in time Ayumi gasped in feigned surprise, a hand flying delicately to her lips as though she couldn’t believe what had just happened. ”Oh! Silly me! Here, let me help you up.” she teased, her tone a mock apology, reaching down to grab him by the head, slowly trying to coax him back to his feet.

[Lico]

Yuto was standing, but only just. He looked like he could get knocked down anytime soon without too much effort, barely trying to distance himself as Ayumi walked towards him. He thought of raising his arms for a defensive stance as she got closer, but his body just reacting so slowly at the moment. As a result, when she swung her chest at him, the boy didn't even have the time to flinch and took the hit to his face straight. His body collapsed to the canvas like a twig while the crowds roared in enjoyment.

"Guh...!" Yuto's back hit the canvas and he was left stunned for a moment, lying sprawled on the canvas, all vulnerable to his opponent.

As Ayumi grabbed his head to pull him up, all he could do was wobbling like a drunkard, a part of his brain probably still playing catch up to what just happened. Yuto's hands reached for her without any clear purpose. Whether he tried to grab her or simply just looking for something to support himself, he ended up leaning towards Ayumi, his head probably rested on her chest if she allowed him.

[Parker]

Ayumi stood tall over him, the faintest curl of amusement tugging at her lips as Yuto sagged weakly at her feet. With one graceful bend, her fingers slipped into his damp hair, the other hand cupping the side of his head as though she were guiding, not forcing, him. The tug that followed was slow, almost indulgent, reeling him up inch by inch, like a prize she was in no hurry to claim.

His spine arched under her pull, his shoulders rising with a sluggish reluctance that made her smirk deepen. There was no fight in it. No strength. Just the weight of his body dragged where she wanted him. She drew his face close to her hip as she straightened him, refusing him even the illusion of dignity. Standing became not a victory, but an act of submission.

”That’s it… up you come,” she purred down at him, velvet-soft but threaded with the unmistakable edge of command. Her eyes never wavered from his face, drinking in every twitch, every breathless flinch, as if cataloguing just how easily he bent to her.

By the time his legs finally uncoiled beneath him, Ayumi still hadn’t let him go. Her grip remained tangled in his hair, a leash that kept him tethered against her body. The weak pawing of his hands over her told her everything, he wasn’t standing on his own, not really. He was standing because she allowed it. And the delicious part was how little effort it cost her. No resistance. No real struggle. Just control, absolute and effortless, drawn out in every subtle motion of her hands.

Ayumi eased his head back forcing his chin up so she could look down into his eyes. She smiled at him, lowering her face to his, lips parting every so slightly as she leaned down to press her lips to his. Delicate in application, but fierce and heated the moment she claimed his lips.

[Lico]

Yuto was still looked rather out of it as his tired gaze met Ayumi's domineering smile. He made no attempts to push himself off her, perhaps already realizing that there's not much he could do in his current state. Even at his freshest, he stood no chance against her, so resisting now only seemed like foregone conclusion. He just braced himself for whatever it was that's coming his way next, which turned out... to be a kiss.

"Mmmmh...?" he mumbled meekly, confused, but not really protesting.

If anything it felt somewhat comforting at the moment. Him just resting his tired body against hers while she's holding and kissing him, even if it's not exactly affectionate. Actually, it seemed that Ayumi was getting increasingly aggressive, but by that time it's already too late for Yuto to even think about backing away. Her lips seemed to drain what's left of his reasons, his head turning blank, his strength couldn't return to him. The boy's legs were shaking a little while he lost himself in the kiss, his eyes rolled as his expression turned a little silly.

Perhaps it wasn't too bad to stay like this a little longer, or so his mind thought.

"Mmmmbbb..."

[Parker]

Ayumi’s smile deepened as Yuto’s weak mumble tickled against her lips. He didn’t resist, he couldn’t, and that only sweetened the taste of his surrender. With a low hum of satisfaction, she pressed harder, kissing not with tenderness but with hunger. Her lips claimed his, opening and closing with deliberate aggression, each pass pulling a little more air, a little more will, from his lungs.

Her fingers slid up the nape of his neck, holding him firmly in place, denying him even the option to turn away. Yuto’s trembling only encouraged her, the silly, glassy look dawning on his face as she devoured him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When at last she pulled back, the break came with a slick, audible pop- “Mwah.” The sound cracked like punctuation in the silence, leaving the boy’s lips shining faintly from the exchange. Ayumi tilted her head, amused by the sight. Her neon-pink lipstick had smeared messily over his mouth and chin, branding him with her color like a mark of ownership. She giggled low, eyes half-lidded and sultry.

“Ohh, Yuto… you wear me well,” she purred, running her thumb across his jaw but not bothering to clean the smudge. Why would she, when the whole crowd could see how helplessly hers he looked?

Without another word, she shifted, fingers seizing his arm and shoulder with surprising force. With a swift twist of her hips, she wrenched him forward, spinning on her heel as she launched him across the canvas. His body whipped away under her control, sent toward the corner with an Irish whip.

[Lico]

Yuto gasped audibly as Ayumi finally broke the kiss after what seemed like almost an eternity, at least in his lust addled state. He panted and looked at her with a mesmerized gaze, like a deer in the headlights. His body felt tingly, rather hot and bothered as well. Perhaps for a moment he had forgotten about the match. That's it, until she reminded him again.

The boy yelped as she swung his body, whipping him towards the corner before he could even react. At least his instinct was still able to kick in, and he managed to turn himself around so that he crashed against the turnbuckle on his back and not front. Yuto grunted and slumped on the corner, arms hung on the middle ropes as he's seated on the middle pads. His world was still spinning a little after the collision.

A part of him knew he couldn't stay downed, but at the moment his mind and body weren't in sync. He tried to get up before Ayumi came after him, but did he have enough time?

"Uugghh..."

[Parker]

Ayumi lingered in the center of the ring, one hand brushing idly across her lips as though savoring the taste of the kiss she’d stolen. Her eyes never left Yuto, half-slumped in the corner, his body strung up by the middle ropes, chest heaving, head swimming. She tilted her head, admiring the picture he made, spent, dazed, yet still trying to cling to the ropes like they might save him.

Only once she had soaked it in did she finally stir. The Velvet Vice moved with the same deliberate grace as a cat circling a cornered mouse, her bare soles patting softly against the canvas. Then, in a sudden spark, she broke into a run, hair flying behind her, the rhythm of her steps steady and sure.

As the corner loomed, Ayumi twisted, her body turning on a dime. She launched herself upward, hips snapping forward as her feet left the mat. The curve of her backside thrust out with punishing precision, a perfect weapon wrapped in allure. A flying hip attack aimed to blast him square in the chest!

If th impact crashed into Yuto’s chest, his ribs flattening beneath the plush, brutal slam of her hip attack. The corner would shudder with the collision, ropes rattling as his body was smeared helplessly against the turnbuckles, pinned beneath the full, suffocating weight of her curves.

Ayumi held herself there for a heartbeat longer than necessary, savoring his trapped gasp, before letting her feet touch the mat again. She straightened with an easy sway of her hips, casting a downward glance over her shoulder to see the state of her battered prey.

[Lico]

For a moment it almost looked as if Ayumi would give Yuto the time to get away from the corner. Almost. He's barely making a progress when she ran towards the corner, and the boy could only have an uh-oh look on his face. He winced and braced himself for an impact that came crashing on him soon enough, her hips slammed against his chest, knocking him against the post hard. His body probably would have bounced off the turnbuckle if it wasn't for her body pressed against his.

"Gwahh...!"

And just like that, he's winded again. His breathing getting harder, his gaze looked groggy. When Ayumi finally gave him a bit of space, Yuto slumped further, seated on the mats with his legs spread, looking down, his arms hung on the lower ropes. It's safe to say that he wouldn't make a getaway attempt for a while in that condition.

[Parker]

The air cracked when she hit. The sound wasn’t just impact, it was satisfaction. The crowd roared as Ayumi’s hips slammed full into Yuto’s chest, pinning him to the corner like a ragdoll under her weight. His breath left him in a single sharp gasp, her body pressing close enough that he could feel every curve shift and settle against him.

"Mmm… that sounded painful," she purred, voice dripping with mock sympathy. She didn’t step back, not right away. Instead, she let her hips roll slowly, deliberately, grinding the soft, slick curve of her backside up against his torso as she arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him. The teasing motion wasn’t strength, it was control, dominance turned artful, each motion a quiet reminder that the pace was hers to dictate.

When she finally eased off, Yuto sagged forward, body sliding down the turnbuckles until he was sitting, dazed, his arms limp across the ropes. Ayumi gripped the top rope in each hand, glancing down at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and pity.

"You really should’ve moved, darling," she sighed softly, shaking her head in playful reproach before her lips curled into that familiar, sultry smile.

Without warning, her hips snapped backward, once, twice, each thrust a heavy, punishing collision that sent a ripple through the crowd. The plush weight of her backside crashed against his head and shoulders, bouncing him against the pads again and again. The rhythm was merciless, a blend of power and provocation that left the audience caught between awe and disbelief.

"Tsk… tsk… tsk," Ayumi cooed between strikes, the sound of her hips smacking the turnbuckles punctuating her words. "Next time, learn to duck when a lady comes charging."

When she finally paused, her body stilled in front of him for just a beat longer than necessary, her breath light and teasing as she peered back once more with a sly smile.

"Still awake? Good. We’re not done yet."