Let the Dominos Fall: Drake "Domino" Vyril vs Karen Gale

[Underdoggo]

Karen couldn't not have been aware of how Domino's body was pressing against hers during this pinfall-- the way his sleek abs were pressing down against her breasts, the way his head was close to her thigh, the way her cheek brushed against his own hip...despite trying to remain focused on the match, Karen couldn't help but blush a little at this close contact. Not that that stopped her from kicking out, mind.

Even as she kicked out, though, her body still felt woozy and sluggish from having tanked that piledriver. Even as she tried to push herself back up, all she could do was push up to her knees and grope weakly at the floor. Once again, Domino was way ahead of her, grabbing her hair, pulling her shakily to her feet. Then he was closing the distance: Karen felt his arms slide around her upper body. Once again, there was intense body on body contact as Domino pulled Karen against her: she became intimately aware of her breasts compressing against his firmer chest, of her sweaty abdominals grinding against his, of her hips against his...all before he squeezed, trapping her in a tight bearhug, compressing her rib cage as he showed off his considerably upper body strength.

"Auuuuughhhh...." she moaned, her chin resting against his shoulder as she panted against his ear, now feeling like she was fighting for every breath. Instinctively, she grabbed for his shoulders and elbows, her tattooed arms crisscrossing over his is a tangle of muscular, sweaty biceps and forearms. Her breathing tightened, and she felt his lips pressing slightly against her neck. Oh damn. Oh damn. This caused her breath to become even more laboured.

"F....fuck off..." she moaned, though it little to change the fact that Domino had her right where he wanted her, in a tight, intimate squeeze...and he definitely seemed to be deliberately amping up the intimacy of it...

[CyanDimitrik]

Well. Maybe not deliberately at first.

It's difficult to ignore the fact that Karen is an attractive specimen of a woman. And feeling her skin against his, in as many nearly overwhelming ways as it does, can't help but bring certain facts to mind. And certain natural reactions.

His arms find the curvature of her waist, and he grips her body hard to his. The squeeze favors her ribs and abdominal muscles, pulling the latter in tight, crushing squeeze against his own; tight enough to feel the sweat-slickened grooves running the span all the way from just above her hips to just beneath the curvature of her breasts. Every breath she takes causes a flex, every breath he takes meets her abs in challenge, the wet warmth of body contact making the friction like fire.

Her hips are drawn in to dock hard against his - no other way around it. Her muscled thighs meet his, sliding against them, until the hips find each other intimately. Whatever subtlety could've been afforded before is gone now, trunks doing little to nothing to mask the pressure Karen will find nestled tight against the base of her hips. He'd likely try to pass it off jokingly - try being less hot, or something. But right now, his focus is on maintaining the hold and squeezing the defiance out of her. His focus is on conquering her.

Breasts shelf against pectorals, squeezed and compressed, the full plush contact with her not lost on him. The smoothness of her sweating chest and collar area matches perfectly against his own, his heart thundering against her breast. And the tilt of his head presses in deeper along the corner of her neck, each exhale beating hard, hot, heavily against her skin.

Her arms wrapping around him completes their full embrace, and Domino's back arches to both take more leverage from her balance and to add more pressure against her delectably toned waist. Every point is in perfect alignment, every abdominal locked to its mirror, hips at the perfect angle, her breasts crushed hard into his unyielding pectoral muscles.

"You kept...," he pauses to intensify the squeeze, "..kicking out." The arms relax slightly, just enough to give her the impression that it's safe to exhale before tightening slightly more. "..gotta.. fix that.."

Each murmur brings his lips to knead against her neck. Every twitch and shudder of his body against hers creating a ripple of friction at every conceivable point, between her thighs, against her hips, along her belly, into her breasts, and faintly shuddered breaths against her neck.

"And I can't.. think of any better way..."

The cycle repeats, easing marginally only to crush in tighter around her waist.

"...to wear down someone.. with an.. incredible body like yours.. than this..!"

The sight would be a spectacular one for the audience. One he'd want to keep, himself, personally.

"Almost.. over.."

His arms suddenly clench down, grinding Karen's body into his with ferocity. The pressure along her lower back pulls her belly hard enough into Domino's midsection as if trying to crush her somehow flatter, zero space between their abdominal walls. His face lifts, just enough to bring his lips to her ear, the tense, shuddering breaths whisking over sensitive skin.

[Underdoggo]

Karen's breathing is laboured now, deep huffs of breath panted out against Domino's shoulder. Only part of this is because of the way he is squeezing her-- though his grip, ironclad as it is, crushes around her finely toned midsection, his arms squeezing with a force even she didn't think they were capable of. But even she cannot deny it is because of the sheer and utter closeness of the two of them right now: she is intimately aware of the way Domino's abs are grinding against hers, of the way the wall of his finely sculpted pecturals are pressing in against her chest, forcing her breasts to compress and squash against him. Of the way her waist has been forced up against his, her thighs sideways against his, feeling his firm crotch grinding gently against her...and of course, of the way his warm breath is on her neck, mere centimeters away from a kiss, as he taunts and flirts with her in equal measure.

So, yes, she is turned on. How can she not be? The audience, she is sure, is enjoying themselves immensely at the moment, watching these two sweaty, physically fit fighters grinding intimately against one another...

She lets out a ragged growl against Domino's ear, the pain of the bearhug starting to become unbearable. She is grabbing at his elbows, shoulders, trying to pry his grip loose. Nothing is happening, those firm arms of his aren't budging. A sharp surge of pain wells up in her waist. Damn it all...

"Not...over...yet!" she growled through clenched teeth, bringing her arms up and slapping both her hands into Domino's ears, clapping his head like a bell in a move designed to stun him, disorient him, and above all, make him let go...

[CyanDimitrik]

There's not a single convincing argument Domino could make to cover for what is obviously pressing tight against the base of her hips. He wouldn't even try to deny it at this point. He's just counting himself as fortunate that Karen isn't saying anything about it, maybe on account of the squeeze itself making speaking an unappealing proposition. All the more reason to keep the pressure on until she fully goes limp. He could just lower with her for the pin then, if he wanted. Lie directly atop her. ...nevermind the inherent intimacy involved in that, itself.

Who is he kidding? It might even be the point.

The audience is split, but not in the way one might think. The male demographic wishes they could be Domino in this moment, grinding the athletic Karen's body against himself, crushing her with overwhelming strength, feeling every breath push her breasts and abdominals into him. The female demographic wishes they could be Karen, wrapped in his arms, surrounded by the all-encompassing sensation of his body against them, wrapped up in an intimate and dominant embrace.

Of course, it never crosses their mind how much of a struggle it is to stay in the fight in a situation like that. Or maybe that's the point - total surrender and submission.

Either way, Domino's sole focus is on the dark-skinned beauty being crushed in his arms. He feels no need to rush the process, growing simultaneously accustomed to and increasingly, vividly aware of, the warm, damp feel of her body, her flexing abdominals against his with every breath, the curvature of her breasts crushed against his chest. Every twitch and squirm she commits is his to experience on levels only found in the ring or in the bedroom.

She speaks, and his head lifts to look back at her face. A lapse in judgment there, leaving that protected position when he can clearly feel her hands pawing over his body, feeling and fumbling for any way to loosen his lock on her. But he wanted to see that defiance on her face. He wanted to see her face, period, and burn the look of her into his mind alongside the feel of grinding her body down. All the better if he can see the resistance leave her eyes, the look of submission enter them.

Instead, he gets clapped on the ears. "Agh!"

The reaction is instantaneous and automatic, all at once releasing the pressure around her waist at first. She gets to stand on her own two feet easily again for a couple seconds, before he slips back a step, at last breaking body contact with her in favor of covering his ears in a dazed wince.