Beatrice Harper [D] vs Black Severin - Still Waters

[Liesmith]

However the match went from here, Tris knew she’d scored some points already. The audience certainly seemed to appreciate her choices, even if the referee was probably looking even snootier than she had to start with.

And Severin wasn’t exactly objecting either, judging by the enthusiasm with which he’d pulled her into the embrace.

What Tris found fascinating though was his… hesitation wasn’t the right word. Passivity would be better; not for long, but long enough. Long enough for her to take note until she felt his hand slip further down, felt him squeeze her fulsome backside firmly en route to hiking her wandering leg the rest of the way up to his waist.

Tris instantly coiled her calf around his back, locking him tight against her hips. And smiled into the kiss.

From here, it’d be a hop, skip and jump to having both her legs round his waist.

It was tempting, so damn tempting.

With some guys and most girls, Tris would have gone for it, betting that her weight and sheer thigh-power would be enough to bring ‘em down. She’d done it before, enjoyed the shock value and the mind-fuckery of that early squeeze to submission.

But this wasn’t her familiar London haunts, or the old rules she was used to. Case in point - she’d watched Severin’s match against Arlise Christiaens. Seen how that one started, and Tris wasn’t about to give him the opportunity to do the same thing to her on a silver platter.

Not to mention, Severin had such a nice body. She wanted to take her time, enjoy it – and him.

So she resisted the urge, merely coiling her meaty thigh and calf possessively tight around his waist, letting him feel the muscle hidden beneath the curves as his hand explored her lower body. Enjoying the kiss all the way, the way his mouth yielded to hers as she pressed her advantage home despite her seemingly lower position.

Finally, Tris pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth quirked in a lazy smirk as her tongue played over her upper lip.

Mmm. She could get used to that.

“Careful, lover,” She whispered, “Better watch your step – the tide’s coming in…”

With that, she hooked her free leg behind one of his and pulled. Simultaneously, using her arms and that half-leg lock on him to twist so that – if he fell as intended – they’d land with her on top.

Which’d be a better position for her to work though, even if Severin landed on top, he’d quickly find out how dangerous it was to be between Tris’ legs.

[DSX93]

Severin was an easy man. A simple kiss -- one good, passionate kiss could...Well, as closely as Tris was wrapping herself around him, pulling them together with all that fine muscle...There would be no missing what it was doing to him. She was doing everything right, down to the smallest touches.

Like that smile! Mmm! It was already enough just to feel it on his lips. That was already one pretty, juicy cherry sitting on top of the cake, setting him on fire on the inside. And then he saw her face. She was right there with him in the middle of that haze. He was already teetering on the edge of self-control as it wa-

The tongue. That slow drag along his lip...

That's it. Right here, right now. He didn't give a flying fuck what this referee, the booker, or whoever else had to say about it: This wasn't a standard match anymore.

"You're goddamned right, a tide's coming-SHIT!"

Severin should've been able to keep his footing. Maintain enough control to pull some spinning maneuver or something. He could've lifted her back up, even. She isn't even heavy! But she ran that game real well. There wasn't near enough blood in the right head for the right instincts to be kicking in. And so he stumbled, hands reaching out for ropes that he wasn't anywhere close to after he'd been tugged off balance. A last-ditch effort to get it back.

And onto his back, he fell.

Terrell, you idiot! Scissorholds are this woman's specialty, and you hiked her leg. Up. To. Your waist! Idiot!
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And now he's in the best worst place he could be; honestly, a part of him wanted to feel that power she's got. Even now.

[Liesmith]

Unlike Severin, or so she liked to imagine, Tris was thinking tactically here.

While she didn’t exactly have a full grasp of where his strengths lay yet, she could make some educated guesses even just based on that fancy entrance of his – he was strong, he was agile and he had more experience as a pro wrestler than she did.

All of which meant she wanted him on the mats early and often, where she did her best work. Somehow though, she didn’t think he’d just lie down for her, not even if she said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.

Not that she’d want him to, because that’d be boring.

Then Sevvie’d practically gift-wrapped himself for her, putting himself in perfect position for her to just push like so and…

Because, while Tris might not be able to pull dance moves like his, give her a pole or a nice strong man to climb and she’d steal the spotlight just fine.

Down they went in a twisting tangle of limbs, hitting the mat with a thump with the redhead on top, the majority of her weight coming down on his abs. Tris was able to catch herself, her hands bracing her fall either side of Severin’s masked features, crimson hair falling like a curtain to separate them from the crowd’s roar beyond.

“Told you, cutie,” Scylla smiled down at him, lips slightly parted, leaning in as if to kiss him again, “Need to mind your step.”

Then she sat up with the poise of a siren emerging from the sea waves, a flick of her head tossing her mane back into place. This might be her first match in front of the cameras but Tris already knew how to work a crowd.

Her position was all wrong for a bodyscissors, but she couldn’t resist giving him a little squeeze, a little flex of her steel-cable inner thigh muscles into his sides just to tease. Herself as well as Severin, the redhead unashamedly relishing the feeling of his torso trapped beneath her.

Just a taste though. Before she started to roll her broad hips against his with liquid grace, a slow but powerful rhythm she’d found very effective at keeping opponents distracted.

[DSX93]

"Good advice." Severin acquiesced, with a chuckle that came out weak, given the air that had been crushed out of his system. "But..." He would continue after he caught his breath and Tris had straightened her posture, but not immediately. That there was a perfect toss of a red mane. Like something you'd see in a love scene in a movie. Mesmerizing. He almost didn't even recognize the sound of the starting bell.

Severin lifted his head, clasped his hands behind it, and relaxed atop of them. Or so it would appear. This was a psychological dance they were doing. One that he'd just misstepped on. But it wasn't a "wipe out and bust your ass on the floor" moment. Figuratively. "Maybe I wanted to end up like this. For just a minute or two. Can you blame a guy?"

For now, he was just enjoying the ride. In more ways than one.

Powerful thighs locking him in place. Again, girl, not going anywhere!

It was a tight, well-measured squeeze, keeping him very aware of her ability with every breath; cups that would never reach the top. Rolls of full, sensuous hips that ground her against his climbing desire in the most tantalizing way. An intoxicating feeling that threatened to swallow him whole.

"Ohhh..." He closed his eyes for just a few indulgent seconds. "Especially when this is what comes with it?" His hands moved to those divine thighs. Squeezing. Testing. Fingertips familiarizing themselves with her flesh as they trailed north. To her snatched waist. And further beyond, slowly climbing towards a handful of those nice, round...

Nah. Best believe they were in his sights, but...too obvious. His hands floated just above them before each detoured to either side, touching down on her arms instead. With a steady, smoldering gaze into her beautiful pale blue eyes making his own calculations known. As well as some genuine admiration: She'd made her legs the main attraction, but the rest of her needed some TLC too.

And so he continued to take stock. Massage and caress, breathing deep through his nose as his heart quickened.

"I can only imagine the amount of time and effort that went into the work of art that is you."

As his hands were about to pass her elbows on the second trip up her arms, they stopped. With a grip that said, "Stay with me. Just for a few more moments." A pull that was more a suggestion.

If he could get her arms in the right place...

[Liesmith]

Tris was keeping things squarely in third gear for the moment. Lap dances were something of a speciality of hers and she was entirely at ease with her ability to drag most guys to an eye-crossing orgasm without breaking much of a sweat.

Fair, she could already feel Severin was a cut above those losers in more ways than one. But she also didn’t want him popping anytime soon. She wanted him aroused, not thinking straight and ideally nice and short of breath.

For now, her opponent was letting her take the lead, a choice that had Tris… let’s say curious to say the least. But though she was certainly pondering his motives, that wasn’t going to stop her riding the opportunity for all it was worth. As well as enjoying the attention he was giving not only her legs but the rest of her as well.

When guys paid attention to Tris’ upper body, it’d be cliched to say they mostly only had two (admittedly immense) things in mind but that didn’t make it any less true. It didn’t really surprise the redhead given how spectacular her breasts were; it was no wonder they often stole the show, sometimes even from her legs.

But it still tickled her to feel Severin’s hands working their slow, steady way up her arms instead of jumping straight to the obvious. He’d find them smooth, meaty but with a steel core of muscle hidden underneath – a legacy of her pole dancing. Similarly, Scylla’s shoulders were deceptively broad, her back laced with corded strength.

Far more than just a pair of tits, however incredible they were. And if Severin wanted to take some time to appreciate the hard work she’d put into her body, well. Tris certainly wasn’t about to object. Nor was she about to start blaming him for enjoying the position he'd found himself in.

In fact, she purred low in the back of her throat at his comment, letting her head roll back on her shoulders as she kept up the methodical sway-and-grind. Her approval might be wordless, her focus elsewhere, but she was sure he'd get the message.

Then his hands stopped moving. His grip solid, firm and locked just below her elbows. Not tight exactly, not squeezing, but undeniably present.

Hmm. Whatever he’d got in mind, the redhead wasn’t willing to just let him have his way.

With a twist of her arms, Tris’ hands locked shut around Severin’s forearms like manacles and then she pulled sharply, putting that upper body muscle into yanking his torso up off the mat.

That would allow her to get her legs around him but the redhead would refrain, for now at least. Instead, she’d adjust her position so that her full, curvy glutes swallowed that pesky bulge in his pants, clenching them tight around him with a naughty smirk.

And her in perfect position to see his reaction.

Which would ideally include letting go of her arms, because Tris had plans for those.