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

[Lico]

Some part of Yuto wanted Ayumi to pick up her pace, but he also knew that she's in complete control of the situation. There's nothing he could do against her. Not at the start of the match when he's still fresh and certainly not now when he's already battered and drained. All he could do was to follow her lead to the end, wherever she's taking him, according to her pace.

His lower half was still bucking here and there, his growing arousal also leading to impatience, but ultimately he didn't really have the strength or the will to be defiant anymore. He moaned and writhed, not really caring anymore about the match at this point, only wanting to be pushed to the limits and finished by her.

"Nnnghhh...!" although Yuto still tried to put a little show by trying to squirm a bit more as if he's trying to break free from her hold, impossible as it might be.

[Parker]

As Ayumi casually allowed her foot to crest over the peaks of Yuto’s trousers, she let out a soft giggle as he tensed and pushed back towards her. There was a certain art to edging, especially when the goal was to make an opponent defeat themselves. She admired the struggle, however performative, but the real fun was had at his need to release the denial of that by her teasingly slow pace. It was clear that if she had wanted, it would be easy to simply rub one out of the young man.

Still, she took her time, let that frustration grow as she toyed with his legs, tugging and pulling as he squirmed in her grasp. A show for the crowd, something long and lingering. Rolling the ball of her foot up and down along the covered length of him, curling her toes to drag where she knew its tip lay buried. Once she felt he had agonized enough though, she was merciful. Spreading his legs as much as she could, her efforts would ramp. No longer being elusive to his thrusting hips, she played into it, grinding down harder, faster, more domineering to play into his submissiveness.

“That's right Yuto… you’re mine.” She breathed in her silken tone, equal parts jailer and lover as she pushed him to the brink and beyond. “Sing for me.”

[Lico]

At last, it looked like Ayumi finally decided that Yuto had enough teasing. Her foot picked up its pace, drawing louder moan and more wriggling from him. His hips responded in kind, humping her sole shamelessly as he's drowning further into his arousal, his back slightly arched occasionally.

"H-haaaannn.! I... mmmh...!" as the boy was brought closer to the heights of ecstasy, his body began to tense up a little, his expression twisting and contorting, his eyes rolled. "I... aahnn... c-cuuminngg...!"

His body spasmed, his lower half thrust harder as his juices spurted inside his pants. Yuto kept rocking back and forth as he could no longer contain himself at this point, riding his climax until it's finished. Then he flopped to the mats, panting heavily, eyes gazing at Ayumi half empty, still drunk on lust. The referee was ready to count once she let go of his legs.

[Parker]

As Yuto reached his peak, his hot release was a joy to witness from this angle. She had been so close before she hadn’t been able to appreciate his surrender but now she took it in. As he jerked and writhed beneath her, she smoothed her foot out across his length to plant it firmly, pushing him down into the mat as he bucked against her. Only when the last of his spasms had faded did she lift her hands, fingers slipping free from his feet to let his limbs fall like dead weights from her grip to the mat with a thud.

With a smug look of satisfaction she dragged her toes down his crotch until they slipped to the mat. Delicately she stepped over Yuto’s body, shifting her weight to lazily pose for the adoring crowd as her opponent lay at her feet. She didn’t impede the referee, allowing him to start his count for the young blonde.

[Lico]

"One...! Two...!" the count started as soon as Ayumi dropped Yuto's legs and stepped away from him.

The boy groaned, writhed, but unable to get up, or even make an effort to. His body felt heavy after the last climax. The numbers only rose up, and yet he remained on his back for the most part. Halfway there, Yuto actually tried to roll himself to the side, but remained on the mats still. A part of him wondered if he even needed to get up anymore. He had taken a lot, and nobody would really blame him for staying down this time. Although a part of him wanted to feel Ayumi's domination a little longer, her also wasn't sure if he could take much of it in his current state.

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

The countdown was approaching the end and there's no sign that Yuto would be able to get up this time. Some of the crowds still called for him to get up, albeit mockingly, but even they knew that he's probably at his limit already.

[Parker]

Ayumi moved like a ghost behind the referee as the count began, her shadow stretching long over Yuto’s struggling form. Each delicate step was perfectly timed with the referee’s cadence, her soft chuckle threading between the numbers. He’d done it before, beaten the count, pulled himself back from the brink. But as the numbers rose, her smile did too, blooming into something radiant and cruelly serene.

"Ni—"

The word never finished. The referee stumbled as Ayumi brushed past, her hip catching them in a featherlight “accident.” In the same smooth motion, she crouched beside Yuto, her fingers curling into his hair. A sharp tug drew him upright, his body swaying as she coaxed him back to his feet, not to save him, but to prolong him.

"We can’t end so mundanely, no, no…" she cooed, her tone sweet but edged with silk-wrapped danger. "I intend to make a spectacle of your defeat."

She lifted his chin between her fingers, her touch deceptively gentle as she tilted his gaze to meet her own. The pink of her eyes shimmered under the lights, warm, inviting, and yet utterly merciless.

"Would you like that, Yuto?" she asked softly, her lips curling into that knowing, dangerous smile, the kind that promised beauty in ruin. She didn't wait for a response as she leaned down to press her lips to his. They were soft, gentle, and sincere. Unlike earlier affections she didn't push, didn't force, just let all the sweetness she could give flow into this moment, her thank you for such a fun time. When they parted, she pressed her forehead to his with her broad smile, expecting his reponse.

[Lico]

Yuto closed his eyes as he waited for the referee to finish the count, only for the official to somehow paused abruptly. Then he felt a tug on his hair, and as he opened his eyes in confusion, he found Ayumi hauled him up to his feet, breaking the countdown.

"...huh...?"

He was still trying to make sense of what happened when she went for a kiss, one that wasn't forceful, but still enough to enfeeble him. The boy just stood there and mumbled into her lips until she pulled away, his expression similar to someone who's been put into a trance. The words just came out of his lips without any thoughts behind them.

"Y-yes..."

To be fair, what choice did he have, given that he's already on his feet and all?

[Parker]

Ayumi’s hands slid delicately down from Yuto’s face until they rested upon his shoulders, her touch light, almost reverent. The crowd might have expected a sudden attack, but instead, she guided him through motion as if leading a dance. A soft hum escaped her lips, faint, melodic, an echo of amusement that only she could hear.

“Good boy,” she murmured, the words smooth as silk, brushing past his ear like perfume. Her fingers flexed, and with a subtle push and pull, she turned him around with slow, deliberate grace. His back came to her chest, his confusion still palpable, his balance uncertain under her direction.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against the back of his neck as her arms threaded beneath his. Her breasts pushed up against his shoulder blades as she drew him closer. Then, with effortless control, her hands linked just beneath his ribs. The hold wasn’t sudden; it built like a storm gathering, the tightening of her grip drawing him upward, lifting his feet slightly from the mat before crushing him against her.

The bearhug came alive with purpose. Her forearms dug in, her chest pressing flush to his back as she squeezed, the flex of her arms like sculpted steel wrapped in velvet. Each pulse of pressure was rhythmic, measured — more artistry than brute strength.

“Now,” she whispered, voice low but clear enough to carry over the murmuring crowd, “let's make sure we end this correctly.”

She adjusted her footing, rocking them slightly side to side, tightening the hold with each subtle shift until Yuto’s breath hitched audibly. It wasn’t cruelty that guided her, it was demonstration.

Her chin came to rest lightly against his shoulder as she applied another slow, deep squeeze, planting her lips along his neck firmly and began to suckle at him. When she finished, her lips left a mark, a small love bite to accompany her glittery pink lipstick stained on his skin.

[Lico]

Yuto was turned around, and as he's guessing what Ayumi was going to do to him, her arms snaked under his while her chest was pressed against his back. She started squeezing, building up the pressure rather than applying instant force, giving him the sense of an inevitable doom that he couldn't escape from. He groaned and squirmed as she lifted him up, his hands reached for her arms but mostly just holding onto them rather than trying to pull them away. He couldn't, anyways, with what little strength he had left.

"Nnnghhh...!"

Ayumi was rocking him as if he's just a doll in her grasps, which wasn't too far off given how she had been handling him easily throughout the match. The bearhug was both intimate and crushing. Yuto winced slightly from the suckling on his neck, slightly arching his back, which made her breasts pressed a little further onto it. When Ayumi finished marking him, the boy gasped, feeling a little shiver, his arms squeezing hers a little before slowly relaxing. Then he squirmed some more, and yet her embrace only felt tighter than before.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s arms tightened around Yuto with slow, an inescapable vice, her breasts mushrooming to his back as the bearhug cinched in. His body strained and flexed within her grasp, the sound of his breath escaping in short bursts. She could feel every tremor of their contact, the resistance long since having faded as she rocked him gently, almost rhythmically, her controlled squeeze. For a few more moments, she simply held him there, wringing out the last of his fight.

With deliberate care, Ayumi broke her hold and began to turn him in her arms, rotating him until his body inverted. His world spun in an elegant blur as his head rested against her crotch. She steadied her stance, her expression unreadable. She was being careful, not used to handling someone’s weight like this.

For a brief instant, there was silence, the kind of suspended calm that came before a storm. Then she hopped lightly, her body rising with controlled grace before dropping with devastating precision, planting Yuto’s head squarely against the mat with a reversed variant of her finisher, the Siren’s Song. The impact echoed, sharp and final, her body following through to the landing in perfect balance.

When she planted him on the mat, she was quick to roll her hips to position him, threading his head beneath her legs as she seated her weight on the back of his collar. She shimmied her hips to sink in nicely, curling her legs up along his shoulder blades to tuck in. Her toes slipped under his chin and along his cheeks, curling her to cradle his head between her soles. She let the rest of his body fall flat as she worked him into position, setting up for what was sure to please both him and the crowd.