Ritual of Ecstasy - Ishigami Yuto vs. Flick Sterling

[HotWheels]

Ritual of Ecstasy Match
Three altars are placed around a room. The competitor to force their opponent to orgasm on two separate altars wins.

The door to "Studio 7" in LAW's basement level didn't appear to have a label, now that Flick looked at it. No need - the people in suits had given her a specific set of instructions, and Flick Sterling had them clutched in one hand while the other pushed the heavy, polished door inward, eager to see what lay inside. The hinges whispered open, and she stepped through into a view that made her breath catch.

"Oh, fuck me-"

The room sprawled before her like someone had reached into her subconscious and pulled out every aesthetic fantasy she'd ever harbored about her intentionally misplaced "priestess" persona. Smooth and shiny padding, almost polished to a mirror shine, stretched thirty feet in each direction. The walls projected flickering candlelight that danced and cast shadows across the space from some unseen light sources up on the ceiling, creating the illusion of an ancient temple illuminated by hundreds of small, starlike lights.

But the bloody altars beat it all.

Three of them, positioned in a triangle around the room's center. Each one stood maybe three feet off the ground, wide enough for a body - or two bodies - and covered in plush bluish fabric that looked sinfully soft. Intricate golden symbols were painted - or maybe just stickered, she couldn't tell and didn't want to screw them up - on the floor around each altar, geometric patterns that spiraled outward in designs that probably meant something mystical but mostly just looked gorgeous.

"Yeeeeeah...." Flick took a few steps inside, her bare feet padding softly against the mats. She'd dressed for this, of course, wearing her usual gear that played up the priestess aesthetic: strips of fabric that crisscrossed her chest and wrapped around her hips, gold bangles on her wrists and ankles, her electric blue hair tied in twin tails with golden ribbons. More than enough skin on display to make any breathing and non-vegetative body blush. "Crazy, this. They keep all this crap down here all the time?"

She walked toward the nearest altar, running her fingertips along the fabric. Silk. Of course it was silk. Her eyes tracked upward and caught the cameras - small, discreet, positioned in the corners and on the ceiling. Red lights blinked steadily. Recording already.

A thrill ran through her stomach, part nerves, part anticipation. The match rules had been explained in the invitation: get your opponent onto one of the altars and bring them to orgasm there. Score on two of the three altars to win. Simple. Elegant. Absolutely filthy.

"Right then," she muttered, bouncing on the balls of her feet and shaking out her arms. She walked to the center of the triangle, equidistant from all three altars, and turned in a slow circle to take in the whole space.

The starlight projections flickered across her skin, painting her in shimmering tones. The air smelled faintly of incense - something spicy and exotic that she couldn't quite place. Probably pumped through the ventilation to complete the atmosphere. It fuckin' worked. Flick grinned, wide and genuine, the expression transforming her face from ethereal to mischievous in an instant. She threw her arms wide, addressing the cameras directly.

"Alright then! Let's see what you've got for me, yeah? Ishigami Yuto-" She pronounced the name carefully, making sure she got it right. "-hope you're ready for a proper ritual, love. This priestess is about to be very, very hands-on with her worship."

Spoiler

[Lico]

It's going to be something he'd never seen before, that was the promise from the management to Yuto when he's informed about his next match. That got him curious. As usual, he wasn't told much about the details of his next opponent for that element of surprise, so what else would be new? The venue would be his guess, but then again, it's not like there could be much surprise about a stage for wrestling. Variations that he had seen before included cage or apartment room but the management wouldn't bother making such statement if that's the case. The closer he walked towards the studio where his next match would take place, the more his curiosity was growing.

Okay, here goes no- he thought as he opened the door and paused abruptly there.

The world seemed to froze for Yuto at the moment. He couldn't believe what he saw. A scene straight of a fantasy world one could see in games or movies. The management didn't lie at all. He never seen a match being conducted in this setup.

"Holy shit..." he blurted before slowly making his way into the "temple" and closed the door behind him.

The interior, decorations and such looked pretty authentic, even if they might just be props. The boy couldn't help but to feel like a kid walking into a movie set, his eyes sparkling as he looked around the place. There were three altars around the center of the room, with inscription of their purpose for this match. Something along the line of one had to get the other to climax on two of these to win the fight. It's a simple stipulation, but the setup of the arena made the whole thing much more grandiose. At least the floor was padded, so any fall wouldn't hurt.

Finally he noticed that his would be opponent was already on the scene. She was dressed like a priestess which made him wondered if this setting was tailored to her persona. On the other hand, Yuto being in his usual

made him looked a little out of place. Perhaps he could just pass himself as an adventurer who wandered into this temple, or being sent here as some sort of sacrifice for a certain ritual. The later probably fit him better, but this being a match meant he's not going to just lie down and let the lady priestess do everything.

"Um, hello there, Miss Priestess..." he greeted her with a shy smile. "They really went all out for this, huh...? I guess we gotta put up a hell of performance to match the hype..."

[HotWheels]

Flick heard the door open behind her and spun on her heel, twin tails whipping around with the movement. Her eyes tracked the newcomer as he stepped through - taking in the getup then the blonde hair, then the way he paused in the doorway like someone had just shown him the inside of a bloody spaceship. She couldn't blame him, because, fuck, this blew her mind too.

"Holy shit is right," she agreed cheerfully, watching him close the door and start exploring the space with wide eyes. For once having some self-awareness, she let him have his moment, turning slowly to track his movement as he circled and gawked at the altars and the projected starlight.

Ishigami Yuto. The name sounded proper and formal, but the bloke himself? Less so. He moved casually, maybe even a bit nervously, in a way that she clocked immediately - the way he carried his weight didn't scream big tough wrestler guy. But fit. Definitely fit. Lean build, which she preferred more on her men than all that crazy bulk, though that could be fun sometimes too.

Her gaze drifted lower, taking in the exposed midriff where his gear left gaps, then lower again, trying to measure him through his pants because, well, she tended to do that with men across the "ring" from her. Then she let her eyes shoot back up to his face when he finally addressed her. Flick's grin widened, sharp and playful. She took a few steps closer, bare feet padding silently across the mats, and cocked her head to study him properly now that he'd stopped spinning around like a tourist.

"Ooooh, listen to you, polite guy. Better call me that," she said, reaching over to pantomime booping his nose before her eyes returned to the room around them. "Yeah, they proper went mental with it, didn't they? Someone in set design's got a fantasy kink and a budget. Works for me though - feels like I should be castin' spells or somethin'."

She circled him slowly, not quite predatory but definitely assessing. "Yuto, yeah? I get the names backward sometimes. British thing." She stopped in front of him, close enough to invade his personal space but not quite touching. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked down at him - it wasn't often she had a couple inches on a guy. She liked it. "Very heroic look. Very 'wandered into the wrong temple and now the priestess is gonna do unspeakable things to you' kinda vibes." Because she was.

She winked, then stepped back and stretched her arms overhead, arching her spine in a way that showed off her flexibility and made the strips of fabric across her chest shift enticingly. "Fair warning - I don't play fair. Also," she added, grinning wider, "I'm already half-turned on just from bein' in here, so you're startin' at a disadvantage."

She paused, tapping a finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Question is - you gonna come at me like a gentleman, or you gonna try and pin the priestess down right from the start?"

She purposefully avoided anything resembling a fighting stance, wanting to see what he'd do. Did he have guts?

[Lico]

Yuto smiled shyly as Flick booped his nose, and felt a little more nervous as she circled him. She's not quite giving the vibe of someone looking at a prey, but it's rather close to that.

"Yeah, you can call me Yuto," he nodded to her. "O-oh... I can get behind that scenario..." he glanced away for a moment, finding the idea quite interesting.

It slightly reminded him of the shooting he did a while back, which somewhat had a similar premise to this setup, although the setting was pretty different. As he listened more to Flick, she sounded less and less like a priestess, but it's not like her behavior is unusual for women in this league. He just kept his wry smile, not really sure what to say in response. To be honest, he's also already got rather excited just from seeing her. Perhaps she even already figured that part out.

"Hmm... that's a good question, I guess," the boy rolled his eyes, thinking about it a little before slowly approaching her with his arms up in a stance. "I think I'll go with the gentleman approach..." Yuto decided as he got closer to the priestess, subtly inviting her for a lockup.

[HotWheels]

Flick watched him roll his eyes, thinking it over like it was some proper philosophical question instead of her just being cheeky. Adorable, in a way. She caught the shy smile, the way he glanced away when she mentioned the scenario, and filed that away for later use. "Gentleman's approach, is it?" she said, grinning as he raised his arms and moved toward her. "Alright then. Let's see how long that lasts."

She stepped forward to meet him, raising her own hands to accept the lockup. Their fingers laced together, palms pressing, and for half a second it was almost proper wrestling - two competitors testing each other's strength, feeling out the balance.

Boring shit, really, so Flick twisted.

She released one hand from the lockup and immediately snaked it behind Yuto's head, fingers threading into his blonde hair. Before he could react, she yanked his head down and forward, burying his face directly into her chest. The strips of fabric that crisscrossed her breasts did absolutely nothing to provide modesty at this angle, and she made sure he got a proper eyeful - and noseful - of cleavage as she pulled him in tight.

"Oops, looks like I'm not a gentle lady," she chimed, her other hand releasing his as well to wrap around the back of his neck, holding him in place. "Comfy, yeah? Just need you horizontal..."

Clearly, she wasn't done. While his face was buried and his vision thoroughly compromised, Flick dropped her weight and twisted her hips, using her flexibility to thread one leg around behind his. She hooked her calf against the back of his knee and pulled, trying to sweep his base out from under him while simultaneously controlling his upper body.

[Lico]

Everything kinda happened a little too quick for Yuto to follow after he locked hands with Flick. She pulled one hand away almost as soon as it locked with his, before suddenly pulling his head towards her chest. All he could do was to let out a muffled yelp as his features were smothered by her boobs, and as he tried to squirm away, she let go of her other hand as well so that she could secure his head.

"Mmpphhh...!"

In fairness, she already warned him that she didn't play fair.

At least she smelt nice, but that's beside the point. Yuto knew he needed to get out from this situation before it got worse, which happened just about seconds later. He felt his leg being hooked and swept by his opponent, causing him to fall unceremoniously onto the floor. Good thing it was padded, although he still ended up a little stunned as her weight also fell on top of his, with her chest smacking his face in the process.

"Nnngghhff..." the boy groaned weakly, before he'd start pushing her, or at least he tried to.

His effort started relatively tame due to him needing a moment to regain his senses. Gradually, he's able to put in more strength, but being smothered didn't really help him to fight back. At the very least, Yuto wanted to roll them to their sides so he wasn't being pinned - a task that's not as easy as it sounded.

[HotWheels]

They went down together, the padded floor catching them comfortably, and Flick landed exactly where she wanted - on top, chest-first, her breasts flattening against Yuto's face with the kind of impact that would've been painful on a proper mat but here just made everything wonderfully soft and smothering. She giggled, bright and delighted, feeling his muffled yelp vibrate against her skin.

The position was perfect. Classic, really - like something straight out of those daft comedy films where the girl accidentally falls on the guy and her tits land right on his face, except this was no accident. Her hands gripped the back of his head, fingers threaded into blonde hair, holding him firmly in place as she adjusted her weight to maximize the smother. This never really got old, no matter how many times she did it. Everyone had a different reaction.

She tilted her head up, then to the side in thoughtful curiosity, considering their positions and what the cameras would see. Below her, Yuto squirmed and pushed weakly, giving her a chance to muse casually. "Y'know," she said aloud, voice bright with amusement, "I reckon my cleavage is the best altar for a sacrifice, honestly. But I s'pose we gotta use the official ones, yeah? Rules and all that."

She felt him shift beneath her, gathering strength, trying to roll them. Smart. Better than just lying there and suffocating. She didn't fight it - instead, she went with the momentum, letting him turn them onto their sides while she slid down his body in one smooth, serpentine motion.

Her chest dragged across his face, then his neck, then his chest as she repositioned herself lower. She shoved her thigh between his legs deliberately, making firm contact with the growing evidence that he was, in fact, enjoying this whole scenario despite being smothered and swept. The pressure was intentional, teasing, just enough to keep him engaged and enamored.

Then she grabbed his face with both hands, fingers framing his jaw, and forced him to look at her. Her blue eyes locked onto his, sparkling with mischief and heat, her grin sharp and hungry.

"Try this one on for size," she breathed.

And then she dove in.

The kiss was aggressive, demanding, nothing gentle about it. She pressed her lips to his hard, tilting his head back with her grip to deepen it immediately. Her tongue pushed past his lips without asking permission, claiming his mouth the same way she'd claimed the top position moments before. She kept her thigh pressed between his legs, grinding slightly, using every point of contact to keep his mind spinning and his body reacting.

[Lico]

Yuto was able to roll them to the side to ease the smothering, but he's not out of the woods yet. Far from it. Flick proved to be far more aggressive than what he expected, and just as he gasped for air after freeing his face from her tits, he felt a contact between his legs that made him twitched and froze for a moment.

"O-oh...!"

As she made him looked at her predatory gaze, the boy gulped. A part of him told him to get away from his opponent, but he was too late, again. Flick pulled him into a fierce kiss that widened his eyes. It was like an all out offense, the way she pressed her lips firmly against his, her hands keeping his head glued to hers, and her tongue invading his mouth as if it was hers. Yuto moaned into the kiss, completely overwhelmed in the first couple of seconds that he just wriggled around helplessly. Her thigh grinding against his crotch further pacifying him, and the boy could only wonder how it'd be if Flick was actually on top and had a better hold on him. He probably couldn't escape even if he tried.

"Mmmmhhhfff...!"

The position at least still offered him some options, although their effectiveness were quite questionable. First, Yuto tried to push Flick away from him. Unsurprisingly, that didn't work, so he tried to clamp his legs on hers to restrict her movement down there. At best, he's only buying himself a little more time, though, so the boy decided to give something back to her. One of his hands seized her breast, squeezing it not so gently to try distracting her, so his other hand could renew the effort of his pushing. Given how sexually aggressive Flick was, he kinda doubted she'd be too affected by what he's doing, but he couldn't just lie there and allow her to have her way with him so early in the match.

If he could somehow make Flick cease her assault a little, perhaps he could try to roll them again, so that she'd be on her back and he's on top of her. It wouldn't really give him control over her given where her leg was, but perhaps it'd allow him to shift himself forward to escape from her grinding and straddle her midsection. Ideally, it'd also make pulling away from her kiss a relatively easier task as well. If Flick was only getting more aggressive in response to him squeezing her tit, though, it's more likely that she'd devour what little resistance he already had.

[HotWheels]

Some people required specific buttons. Flick loved the process of finding those buttons - the experimentation, the trial and error, watching someone's defenses crumble one technique at a time. Sometimes she found the right button with her lips. Sometimes with her chest. Sometimes with her legs or her ass, and sometimes it involved coiling and bending and tying people into shapes they didn't know their bodies could make. Occasionally, it took more extreme measures. But the fun was always in the discovery.

This one? He was responding well to the basics, which, frankly, just made Flick feel pretty hot.

Her thigh mashed up into his crotch, and there was plenty there to feel - hard evidence that whatever protests his body might be making about being smothered and kissed and ground against, certain parts of him were very much on board with the program. She pressed harder, grinding deliberately, feeling him twitch and react beneath her. She moaned into his mouth, fingers pulling at his cheeks to angle his head exactly how she wanted it, tongue probing deep and claiming every inch. Her blue lipstick smeared across his lips, his chin, marking him visibly as hers.

But he had some fight in him. Credit where it was due - he managed to clamp his legs around hers, trapping her thigh between his own so it dangled uselessly rather than rubbing the way she wanted. The grinding stopped, leverage lost, and she felt the shift in control immediately.

Plus... his hand grasped her breast. A proper squeeze, firm and desperate, the kind of move someone made when they were running out of options and needed a distraction immediately. Most people would've pulled back from that. Most people would've been thrown off their rhythm, forced to deal with the sudden escalation. Flick wasn't most people. She moaned a deep, satisfied, genuine moan and pressed her chest harder into his grip, encouraging it rather than resisting.

She pulled back from the kiss just far enough to speak, lips still brushing his, her breath hot against his mouth.

"Oooh, kinky," she purred, grinning wickedly at the smear of blue across his face. Then her grin sharpened. "Do it harder."

Before he could process that invitation, she moved. Both hands came up and clamped over his mouth and nose, sealing them off - the mouth with her palm and his nose with her fingers. There - a war of attrition. Would he be able to resist her before he faded too far?

"Tick tock," she whispered, smiling down at him.

[Lico]

Flick calling him kinky was what Yuto expected least after all the aggressiveness she's showing. He didn't get to say that to her, though, as her hands moved over his mouth and nose first, blocking his airways. The let out a muffled protest and squirmed, which made his crotch being rubbed against her thigh that he's clamping. At least his own hands were free, so he gave her what she wanted, a rougher squeeze on one breast, while the other was used to try pushing her as he attempted to roll her onto his back with him on top.

If he could do that, then the next step was to try prying her arms away and pin them on the sides of her head. He'd have to let go of her boob to do that, while having less control over her thigh between his legs as well. The top wasn't exactly a much better position since Yuto didn't know what Flick would do next, even if he's able to secure her arms. Not to mention that he's already breathing a little heavier from the kiss and the hand smother. Perhaps shifting himself to try sitting on her belly would give him a little time to recuperate, but could he get that far?