In Scylla's Embrace - Ishigami Yuto vs Beatrice Harper

[Liesmith]

If Tris had relished crushing Yuto’s midriff with her little hip drop, being able to scoot up and get his face instead…

No lie, she was enjoying this.

The Brit bombshell had been staring out into the audience, eyes distant, but something about the way her opponent was flailing drew her gaze back down. Down to where there was now a supremely noticeable bulge now filling his tight shorts.

A cruel smirk curled her lips.

“Yuto, Yuto…” Her tone was mocking but there was no hiding the wicked glee underlying her faux-disapproval, “Wow. You’re this hard already?”

The redhead reached out, let her fingers brush gently over the swelling in his shorts, flicked it.

“Thirty seconds of my ass in your face and you’re already…” She trailed off with a malicious chuckle.

“I know I have a great ass but that’s kinda pathetic, not going to lie.”

At no point had the slow, rhythmic grind of her hips against his face stopped or even been altered by his feeble pretence at fighting back. Tris knew her trade; this was definitely her on ‘easy’ mode.

[Lico]

"Hnnggg..." Yuto only responded with more moans into Scylla's derriere as he felt her fingers on his bulge, her flick made him twitched underr her. "Nnggg...!"

With her grinding continuing in that slow, almost hypnotizing pattern, though, the boy was only getting more and more enamored with her rear. His effort, which was almost nonexistent to began with, only further fading away. Rather than pushing her, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that he's actually trying to help her keeping her balance on top of him by holding her ass.

His manhood continued to throb under his pants, his breathing was getting heavier as well. One could only wondered how long it'd be before an "accident" would happen, if Scylla continued to melt the poor boy with her ass.

[Liesmith]

Tris found herself with somewhat of a delicious dilemma on her hands.

Well, not so much on her hands as trapped under her hefty backside, where Yuto was busy falling to pieces with every roll of her hips.

To be fair to him, taking guys and reducing them to sticky, sweaty messes on the mats was Scylla’s stock in trade. So perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising that she could already see him throbbing in his shorts, on the verge of blowing his top already.

Yuto didn’t seem to mind much, the cutie actually more groping her meaty glutes than trying to move her off him. Not that Tris needed any help keeping her place atop a man’s face, her thick hips and pole dancing experience meaning she looked entirely at ease there.

The question on her mind though wasn’t whether he’d pop. That she’d decided was just a matter of when. It was how much fight would be left in him after the combination of extended asphyxiation and orgasm took their toll.

Oh well – only one way to find out.

Tris leant back, bracing her weight on an arm as she went to completely bury his face in her ample ass. Based on everything, that ought to be more than Yuto could handle.

[Lico]

Yuto's struggle was growing weaker, and as Scylla leaned back to further press her ass against his face, burying his features under her ample rear, it all became too much for the poor boy. He tensed up, his hips bucking off a little. Soon enough he began to spasm under her, while letting out long drawn muffled moans, his hands squeezed a little firmer on her ass while his toes were curling in and out. It wasn't that easy to tell what's happening unless you're in the front row, which meant Scylla got the best seat to witness him blowing his load inside his pants, quite literally.

"Mmmmghhhh...! Nnnngghh...!"

A moment later, his arms dropped to the canvas while he writhed around weakly, his breathing heavy against Scylla's derriere. Every now and then his body was still bucking off a little to show that he's still conscious, but he wouldn't be for too long if she kept sitting on him.

[Liesmith]

And thar he blew.

Not that it was any surprise to Tris. She’d seen enough guys lose control at her hands to know what was coming, almost to the second.

Yuto wasn’t exactly being subtle about it either. There was the groping, the moaning, the twitching… Though she supposed that last one could be down to the whole ‘unable to breathe’ thing.

Tris gave him one, two more long, slow grinds of her hips, doing her best to drag his orgasm out just that little bit longer. Might as well drain as much of his energy – and his brains – out through his dick while she was at it.

Then she rose up, breaking the sweaty seal between his features and her glutes. Grinning like a cat at the wreckage she’d left behind, the redhead scooted back to crouch a little way away.

“Count,” she told the ref, with an imperious toss of her head at Yuto.

Let’s see how much work that had done on his stamina.

“One,” The ref-girl began the slow rollcall, “Two…”

[Lico]

Yuto gasped for air and panted heavily as Scylla finally got off him. His eyes were half closed and he looked barely conscious for a moment, yet ecstatic. The ref's counting sounded like echoes in his ears, but as soon as he regained some of his senses, he's aware that he's still in a match and he needed to get up as soon as possible. Easier said than done, though, but at least the boy was determined not to get knocked out with just a single orgasm, even if the combination of facesitting and climax would probably enough to finish most people.

"Guuhhh..." he started rolling himself and rose on his hands and knees.

Time was ticking. The ref already reached five. Six. Yuto had to force himself to stand up, even if he ended up wobbling away due to his shaky legs. In the end, he was able to do it just before the official got to number nine. Still he was breathing heavily, hunched over with his hands on his knees. With the match being resumed as soon as the countdown was stopped, Yuto was more or less a sitting duck to his opponent as it was.

"Ugh... that was close..."