Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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Of all the possibilities Blake surmised would come of wrestling with an obnoxious drunkard, this was squarely situated at the bottom of her list of probable outcomes. A sloshed beer binge somehow honing Zane's wrestling techniques rather than encumbering them with the brazen streamer rocking the Shadowcat's backside alongside precision suplexes that left Blake flabbergasted and struggling to process Zane's inebriated supremacy over her. On second thought, Blake may be better off reserving her analysis of this obscene situation at a much better time considering she went from gazing haplessly at the resplendent rooflights to having her head smashed onto the streamer's muscled shoulder. “HAGH!!!” Blake bellowed from having her cranium hammered as she clutched the back of her head, mired in frustration and pangs of agony as she overheard Zane hollering at one of his frat boys compatriots outside the ring who was now chucking a drink into Zane's hands. All which the referee begrudgingly complied with given the No Disqualifications match ruling.

Blake huffed in flinched exasperation and fulsome chest heaving as she was situated in a seated position and anchored in place with one of Zane's legs coiled around her arm, faintly ascertaining her foe's words that had him showered in adulation from the overwhelmingly majority of carousing partygoers."GAH!! What are-HGH!!!!...*gulp*gulp*gulp*..." Blake's barking condemnation from Zane pinching her breast was silenced via a black bottle smushed between her lips, eyes widened as her black boots scratched the canvas throughout her struggling. "CHUGCHUGCHUG!!!!" Zane's fellow macho friends clamoring Blake onward as if she were a bubbleheaded frat girl, now beginning to settle down and submissively swig with relaxed facials until she'd guzzled every drop. Panting heatedly with a crimson coloration to her countenance, Blake grimaced upward at the brazen party animal. "What the hell did you just make me drin-*Hiccup*..." Blake's indignation stifled by an abrupt hiccup, now blinking from the jolting buzz of the Buzzball and slackening in warbled tipsiness...

[Bare]

Zane chuckled with a evil grin on his face after forcing Blake to drink the whole contents of the buzz ball, even more encouraging about it was that she didn't spit it out and downed it rather submissively after the first few seconds. Very useful information for later as he looked down at her, using one hand to gently tug her hair back and force her to look up at him. "Just a little something to help you relax a bit baby." He told her while holding up the now empty buzz ball container for her to see before casually tossing it over his shoulder and leaning in towards her before giving a hot, sloppy kiss to the now buzzed vixen.

"Mhmmm that's a good flavor." He said teasingly after pulling away, still tasting the remnants of the buzz ball in Blake's mouth before he started to stand back up fully, pulling Blake along with himself till she was standing as well. If successful would aim to try and lift Blake up as if for a bridal position... Only to then drop down onto one knee and slam Blake's across it! But he wouldn't let her go. Oh no if this move landed Zane would intend on holding her down with one hand on her luscious breast, kneading and messaging it while his other hand would go to privates, starting to gently rub and press against her while bending her back over his knee in the back breaker!

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Partaking in a rare glass of wine when snuggled in bed with an engrossing book was about the utmost level of alcohol Blake was comfortable with on any given day, even considered to be a teetotaler by her other friends whenever she was invited out to social gatherings. Hence why the buzzball started getting the Shadowcat plastered in record speed once she started gulping down the mixed drink, the bottle eventually parted from her lips which were on the cusp of giving Zane more than a piece of her mind before being swathed in smushed symmetry with the brattish streamer's. "MPH!!!" Blake squirmed and even stamped one foot into the canvas but was taken aback from her own eventual compliance in the slovenly, tongue slithered makeout more akin to what you'd see on raunchy Spring Break videos. A comparison made more appropriate once Zane's jock friends started hollering with a few air horns blared around the audience.

Parting their lips leaving Blake in swirled disorientation and flushed facials from the ravenous smooch with a tiny rope of saliva as its salacious remnants. Blake complicit with being ushered onto unsteady legs, cradled into the streamer's arms in the unexpectedly affectionate position...until the abrupt backbreaker over his waiting knee quashed any romantic undertones. A wordless gasp accompanied Blake going flaccid and spread-eagled over Zane's knee with quaking back pains, whose hands started working their magic with panting breaths and yearning fidgets...hopefully Zane being too preoccupied with his handiwork to notice Blake's own hand stretched out between his legs, and claw the streamer's sack with a spiked clutch. A relentless grip held onto once Zane releases Blake even should he start standing upright. "Tch. Seem to not mind putting your hands all over me. Hope you don't mind if I return the favor, BABE...*hic*..."

[Bare]

Zane was on cloud freaking nine right now. That buzz ball had really done a number on Blake's mental state cause apparently her alcohol tolerance was as low as she was beautiful... So practically non-existent! So after the one drink she was plastered enough to actually kiss him back which was freaking AWESOME but alas could not last for long before he brought Blake down hard onto his waiting knee... Along with some eager hands to start playing with Blake's kitty and breast, fully enjoying the free pass he had to now make Blake squirm and realize how much she wanted all this. "That's right I-IIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Zane's suave words would die in his throat, replaced by a high pitched wail of agony as Blake's fingers suddenly coiled around his nutsack, causing his stomach to drop and voice to jump octaves as he froze up, hands immediately leaving Blake's body but doing nothing else, not wanting to jostle or do anything that could increase the pain he was feeling, just hoping Blake didn't completely crush them!

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Minuscule though the benefits were to having been coerced into chugging the fratboy's mixed cocktail, one of them could be its usage as a feasible scapegoat explaining Blake's compulsion for the eager reciprocation of the beer swathed makeout. Blake knowing beforehand that she'll need viable reasons to explain the passionate reciprocation which had nothing to do with Zane's ravishing expertise making her weak in the knees...W-Well, whatever intoxicated haze Blake was struggling through became cleared once the spinal aches accompanied a soothing caress and swirled symmetry. Zane playing the squirming bookworm akin to an instrument he's mastered but nevertheless struck back with cat clawed ferocity. Blake arising off of Zane's knee and compelling the streamer to stand upright as well with the wrathful clutching of his family jewels as motivation. "...*pant*...In the future, try thinking with the head on your shoulders. Not the one between your legs. And remember...*hic*...No Means No, Dickhead." Blake's feral eyes fixated on Zane before the panting catgirl abruptly released her pinched prison on his sack in seemingly an act of mercy before turning his back to him...and mule-kicking the streamer right in his mashed package.

[Bare]

Nothing. Zane had no thoughts, no counters, no witty retorts to Blake, the current situation he was in being far too painful to even think about it. How could he after all with his nuts in a vicious vice grip that left him all but paralyzed as Blake slowly stood up while speaking. Barely he was able to not weakly in agreement with what Blake was saying, unable to even speak and just hoping the barely visible sign of affirmation would cause her to let go of his balls. Which in all fairness she did causing Zane to immediately breath a sigh of relief as he went to cradle his tender bits.... Only for Blake to kick him there immediately after and before his hands could actually make it in time to lessen the blow. "Oeiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Zane cried out, his voice several octaves higher than its ever been making his moan of pain more akin to a high pitched wine as he slowly but surely tilted over and collapsed to the canvas in the fetal position!