Opening Rites (Tremura Goratrix [D] vs Clyde Gastin)

[DSX93]

A single hand would rise to his chest, but not to put up any resistance. Right between his pectorals, eyes following as though it were trying to see through his skin to the heart whose pace her gloved palm took measure of. Tremura could feel the extent of his desire poking into her flat stomach, but still...

Emilia liked to feel her lover's heartbeat. Most times after the dirty deed has been done. Sometimes during. Just to feel it.

Tremura's hand would travel north, never leaving his fine body. Fingertips sliding along his skin with an intimate pressure, familiarizing themselves with his form on the way to a perch on his shoulder. Intersecting with the other when her opposite arm wrapped around him, circling behind his neck.

The younger, less experienced Morasanu sister was half-expecting Clyde to give into her right here. Such was her level of success with the men in this promotion. Even when she lost, there were those moments beforehand where her opponent would give her the reins.

So the crushing pressure on her ribcage, sending waves of pain throughout her form and making her every breath a chore, came as a pleasant surprise.

The vampiress had a surprise for him too: That hand she had at his shoulder? It wasn't there just because she liked how it felt. That placement gave her the room she needed for her counter to his bearhug. That arm would be pressed against his throat, and the other that had been wrapped around him pulled him into a tight Von Flue choke!

[Rawg]

Clyde thought he had Emilia pretty good with a crushing bearhug. He could smush this little mix and fuck her senseless in no time while she clung to him, clearly loving the contact the two had she perched on him and felt him up, only to to then tense as he crushed her.

And Clyde felt this was solid offense until the vampiress sought a counter, her arm going around his throat and flexing!

"G-Ggkk~!" Clyde instantly let go of his bearhug and did his best to try and pry Tremura off of him while his head was getting noticeably light...

[DSX93]

She was like a dog on the attack. Now that she'd gotten her bite, she wasn't going anywhere. Not that easily.

Tremura's lips curled up into a grin that was every bit as dark as her lipstick. Fangs bared, with her tongue making a salacious sweep across them. Red eyes all but outright radiating bad intentions. But still very much composed. Ever in control.

"Leaving so soon? You were so smitten with me just moments ago!"

She was quick to target the evidence. Pulling as he pushed, neither gaining an advantage. For now. Setting her feet down on the bed for better leverage, she started rolling those curvy hips of hers, using the intimately miniscule space between as a means of stroking him through his trunks.

"And evidently, you still are."

Slow. And hard. It wouldn't have been the end of the match, but she didn't want him creaming himself just yet. That would've been too easy.

Now that he's struggling, she wanted to leave him with no room to deny what she just said.

"Are you afraid, Clyde? Am I too much -- is all of this too much for you now? Or are you doing that strange thing that some of you humans do; pretending to fight the thing that's lighting you aflame on the inside?"

[Rawg]

Tremura teased the trapped boy she was choking , he gagged a bit during her choke that was close proximity but even moreso as she began to roll those curvy, tightly packed hips against his bulge!!

“HNNGH!!” Clyde’s eyes crossed as damage was done ! She made the boy seize up and twitch with arousal! He moaned through the choke before he tried to grab onto Tremura to lift and slam her on the bed in hopes for freedom!

[DSX93]

This is delicious!

Her legs crossed at the ankles, thighs squeezing into his sides, clenching down on him to hang on. But she wouldn't outright fight his power. Didn't feel the need to, and more than that, she didn't want to. The showing of force was hot! And it didn't even get him the freedom he was looking for anyway. Not entirely: The slam did shake her arms loose, prompting her to change the hold she had on him.

One hand at the back of his neck, squeezing hard. Black nails digging into tender flesh. The other in front, squeezing the sides rather than the throat. The irony almost made her laugh: He'd thrown her around, but control remained hers.

"So that's your answer." Tremura began, speaking as though that escape attempt were something else entirely. Her legs followed suit, not releasing him, but granting him some space. Opportunity. With an expectant gaze, she continued, "Go ahead, then."

[Rawg]

Clyde slammed the goth woman and she reacted with a brutal crushing squeeze.

“UUGHNN!” Her thicc thighs did more damage than he thought! The choke was done but he would howl as her nails dug into his neck before her other hand reached up to squeeze his neck..

“Huuukk… Uuuh…” His eyes glazed as he was choked again, the constant attacks to his neck had drained some oxygen. Only her laughter rung in his ears as his eyes grew glossy, aroused and dazed as cock strained in his tights…

She released the scissors and Clyde nearly fell forward. His throbbing member bumping into Tremura’s covered snatch, hidden in a outfit that left little to the imagination . A dazed Clyde absentmindedly humped and bumped her hips with the desire to fuck the goth baddie before he realized he was just arousing himself further!

He tried bat away her hand and stand up off the bed and get away…