John Carnaby vs Xenia Savalas - Marble and Steam

[Deus001]

John was no stranger to having intimate moments in a match, it sometimes came with the territory and even at the worst of times he could often press on regardless of what happened. The artist however was currently lost in Greek curves, honestly John couldn't say enough great things about that culture. Or rather he would have were Xenia not smothering him with her sporty rear, John picked up on her words and weakly groaned and would have shook his head had he been able. Still Xenia eventually stood up to reveal his blushing red face and he offered almost no resistence as Xenia grabbed him upwards.....

Despite the fair height and body difference between the two Xenia's torture rack worked its magic and jolted him back to his senses! The artist gave a loud yelp and shook his head when the ref checked on him. Okay this was reminding him that he needed to get back in it and thought to himself on how to do that, it was time to play quite rough now and John would try to free his nearest arm and try to start elbowing Xenia in the jaw to hopefully get her to abandon this painful endeavour. "Sorry, I'll make it up to you later!" he said aloud as he sought to start rocking the boat!

[MrBrightside]

For most women of Xenia’s stature, lifting a man of John’s size onto her shoulders for a Torture Rack would be very difficult if not impossible. But Xenia wasn’t like most women of her stature. Her voluptuous curves belied strength and muscles sculpted for long hours in the gym and further refined by hard fought bouts in the ring. So putting the larger man in the submission hold was actually fairly easy.

Maintaining it though was a different story. At first it was fairly simple. There wasn’t any resistance as she cranked up the pressure. But eventually he began to struggle. He squirmed in her grip, making it difficult for Xenia to keep him trapped. Ultimately, he managed to get his arm free enough to start elbowing her in the jaw. Xenia did her best to weather the blows but in the end she lost her focus and was forced to let him go. For a moment she was vulnerable as she nursed her jaw and assessed the damage done.

[Deus001]

It was almost a crime to have to strike someone as beautiful as Xenia, at least in John's mind. But they were both trained competitors like the warriors of old and John was gonna make it up to this Greek beauty later once he had earned her submission. The artist had managed to escape and winced at the straining of his spine and knew the fatigue was setting in, but John was nothing if not a sturdy pillar in his own right. Case in point as he sought to step forward and claim dominion over Xenia.

"I have the reach, but do you have the flexibility?" John would mutter as he'd lunge behind Xenia, using his masterfully crafted artistic arms the scribe would attempt to lock his limbs with hers and try to cinch in an abdominal stretch in the middle of the ring. As John did so he couldn't help but admire the way his own impressive frame would press into the Greek's and gritted his teeth, not from the effort of attempting the hold but rather the sheer urge to not just try to caress Xenia's breasts. The heat made John's thoughts cloudy and sensuous as he applied the hold.....

[MrBrightside]

Xenia’s jaw was sore from when it was hit repeatedly by John’s elbow. As far as she could tell though, nothing seemed out of place so it didn’t seem like she had to worry about any kind of injury. The pain wasn’t debilitating either so it wouldn’t affect her ability to the match, as long as she didn’t get hit there again at least.

The time she spent nursing her jaw did leave Xenia vulnerable though. And John was more than capable of taking advantage of that opening. With surprising swiftness he lunged towards her, managing to get behind her and locking his limbs around hers. He then began pulling with an abdominal stretch, sending pain through her spine.

“Gaahh!”

[Deus001]

Alright John was wanting to make sure that he was getting Xenia controlled by his touch, she was his muse in the ring like it or not and he'd make art out of his opponents no matter what. The artist was no sadist but he'd admit he did take some joy in making sure his holds were tight and under lock and key, this abdominal stretch was a particular favourite of John's as it let him pose in accordance with his opponent while also making sure to restrain and put pressure on them. And also it let him admire their body, Xenia's?

Oh boy, she had that Greek buff body going on. John could see she had curves yet muscles underneath, how else could she have lifted him earlier? With beauty that rivaled the gods and a heart to boot? To say John was falling a bit in love was an accurate enough response, he had to keep focused and yet? John stretched Xenia in the hold to keep it up but he leaned into her ear and said "Listen, how about you just tap right now? I'll be sure to soothe all the aches you've got and you won't even feel like a POW~" the artist just couldn't help but be ever the romantist.....

[MrBrightside]

“Ngh…you won’t… break me… that easily!” Xenia said through gritted teeth. Something about the way John said that thought sent a shiver down her spine. It was noticeable even while that spine was being stretched out by his hold. She wasn’t sure why but Xenia felt that she could believe him when he said he could soothe her pains and make her feel comfortable.

But even so, she wasn’t going to just lay down for him. Whenever she stepped into the ring she fought to win. That was no different now even in these unique circumstances. So she tried to wiggle one of her arms free so she could start elbowing John which would hopefully force him to relinquish the abdominal stretch and allow her to throw the man off of her.

[Deus001]

Despite the sweet talking the artist had done John would admit that a small part of him wanted to just see if Xenia's frame could take the punishment he was giving out here, just a little. He'd read the greek epics and myths but also the parties of their history and the artist wondered if Xenia had the stamina in more ways than one. He'd make it all up to her by the end of the bout at least, that he'd say for sure. But the Greek wasn't accepting his offer and then started shooting out her elbow.

John wasn't covering his chin and it caught him clean, out of a subconcious desire to maintain a grip on Xenia his left arm was grabbing onto her attire. The blue bikini part of her chest, he would stagger backwards from the strikes and there was a loud rip noise as he staggered back. The artist saw he was now grabbing a piece of blue material and held his jaw with the other arm and blushed bright red as he realised what that meant.......

[MrBrightside]

Xenia threw her arm out to try and get John to release her. Her elbow managed to make contact with his chin and hit him hard enough to cause him to stumble back as he involuntarily broke the abdominal stretch. For a second, she felt something tug on her as John stumbled back but Xenia paid it no mind. She was more concerned with taking advantage of the brief moment of respite she had been given.

When the pain in her spine had diminished to a manageable level, she turned her attention back to her opponent. To her confusion, the man was staring at her with eyes as wide as saucers and a bright blush on his face. Then she noticed that in his hand he was holding a piece of blue cloth that looked a lot like…

‘Wait! Is that…’

A quick glance at her chest confirmed Xenia’s suspicions. The piece of cloth that John was holding was in fact her bikini top, which of course meant they were no longer covering her breasts. He must have torn it off during the struggle, accidentally or otherwise. Xenia felt her face heat up as well as she fought the urge to cover her chest. She still had a match to win after all, not to mention that the two would be seeing much more of each other’s bodies afterwards. So instead, Xenia decided to use this turn of events to her advantage.

“Oh my, you seem to be quite taken by the sight in front of you. In that case, why don’t you take a closer look?” Xenia suggested with a sensual voice as she approached John. Once she got close, she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into her chest to smother him.

[Deus001]

John was no virgin, he had shared intimacy with a certain mint haired model that would message him sometimes. But standing before Xenia? Who was built like the Greek beauties of myth themselves? Any redblooded person would falter, she had seemed almost motherly in a sense until her voice dipped low as John was looking as if he'd apologise for it as she crushed his head tightly into her bust! Which both jarred the artist back to reality and also made his body eagerly respond to the Greek's efforts! John was forgetting his entire wrestling background and his arms flailed about like a fish out of water with him trying to get out of it......

In his struggles John found his feet moving backwards and he'd stumble to the mat with his arms around the Greek's waist, this was more his body going on autopilot and no doubt making things worse for him as he moaned into Xenia's titflesh. He rolled with Xenia randomly until by some miracle he'd likely find his leg resting on one of the ropes, prompting the ref to move to break up the hold. During that down time John's arms were just going to randomly move on Xenia's body, in just sheer seeming admiration!

[MrBrightside]

Ever since she hit puberty, Xenia has had to deal with guys ogling her chest. The bigger her breasts grew, the more attention they drew. Xenia had long gotten used to it and usually she didn't mind it too much unless someone was being especially disrespectful or lecherous. Thankfully, John hadn't been either of those things despite his obvious interest in her body. Said interest in her body was definitely working to her advantage as he was reduced to flailing about wildly. Xenia felt the Englishman place his hands on her body as they both fell to the mat but he didn't attempt to push her away. His hands seemed to move without any rhyme or reason, alternating between moving along her body and flailing about as they rolled around.

Xenia squeezed John's head tighter to smother his resistance. Just a bit longer and she might be able to knock him out. But alas, it was not meant to be as either consciously or by accident, John managed to get his foot on the rope. At the referee's instruction, Xenia released John. As she got up to her feet, Xenia briefly considered using the break to put her bikini top back on. That thought left her mind as quickly as it came as she decided to focus on winning the match. When John got up as well, Xenia would stand behind him and bend him forward. She would pull one of his arms back between his legs and hook the other. Xenia would then lift the Englishman up over her shoulder before slamming hm back-first with a Pumphandle Slam.