Eileen S. Vs Tristan A. - Red All Over

[Devilish53]

Eileen watched over Tristan as he rose, confident that she had gotten deep enough in his head for this to be well and truly in her favour. With her hands raised, she was keen to test that as she rather leisurely slid in, with intent to wrap around Tristan yet again for another debilitating hold. To her surprise of course, the male opted instead to lunge at her, striking at her top half with an extended forearm!

One that both sent her into a stumble and made her pull a hell of a face, as shock and ache took over her frame!

[overlordofkings]

As much as the blonde would've loved to take in the sight of a shocked and frustrated Eileen, he knew he couldn't afford to let up. With that, he'd attempt to throw another forearm, this time aimed at her face. The blonde had to admit, he felt a small twinge of guilt at having to harm such a beautiful face. "I'm sure winning will make me feel better," Tristan thought.

[Devilish53]

Eileen was stumbling hard as Tristan came swinging, with the redheads head partially up as she looked to see about a counter. Surely enough Tristan's choice of repeated assault gave Eileen the space for one, given it was already apparent what pose her male foe adopted when throwing that strike. And given he had adopted it once again, Eileen felt she was ready to turn this about, in quite the dramatic way.

Bringing her hand up to that forearm as it swung up, Eileen wouldn't seek to block it or stop it but merely cling onto it. Almost to keep it steady, as all of a sudden her legs swung up from beneath her!

The redhead letting loose quite the roar, as she opted to show the crowd and Tristan alike that she wasn't just looks and foul words, by bringing her male foe down to the canvas in a arm bar counter!

[overlordofkings]

It was funny how fast a fight can turn for the worse. Just a few seconds ago, Tristan was at the top of his game. He'd stunned his sultry foe, surprising her for the second time in the match and was going to go for another blow to keep up the momentum.

Alas, Eileen had other ideas. Said ideas that involved Tristan's back on the canvass and his arm at Eileen's mercy. For, before his strike could hit true, Eileen had caught his arm and with a roar, the Teutonic lioness performed an amazing athletic display as she converted his forearm blow into an armbar!

"OOF!" Tristan grunted, acknowledging the twinge of blunt pain before looking at Eileen in fear. His arm, like the rest of his body of his body during the match, was her plaything.

[Devilish53]

Eileen didn't have the raw power to snap an arm like Tristan's even in such a dominant hold as this, but she was happy to make Tristan near enough feel that such was an approaching danger. Pulling and yanking, only after forcing her massive thighs over her male foes core to press him down, Eileen again let loose a sadistic laughter amidst her efforts. The referee already coming in to test the waters for a submission end, not that Eileen wanted to win with such a sudden, lustless hold, as she tilted her head to try and read signs of Tristan perhaps deeming it too much.

[overlordofkings]

"AAAAARRGGGGHHH!" Tristan cried as Eileen bent and twisted his arm in ways that Nature never intended. The feeling of her "thicc" thighs bearing down his abdomen and the base of his neck. As he continued to scream in agony, he heard Eileen express her schadenfreude by cackling at him.

"Glad someone's having fun..." Tristan grimly thought as the referee checked for his submission. Tristan replied in the negative as he shook his head, banging on the canvas with his fists.

Summoning all of his strength and adrenaline, Tristan would attempt to push Eileen's gorgeous thighs off him and try to get himself in a sitting position. Hopefully, this might convince Eileen to abandon her excruciating armbar and allow Tristan some respite.

[Devilish53]

When Tristan began to muster the storm to throw Eileen's way, he may have been glad to find the resistance peel off. Eileen simply wanted to establish control once again, not snap that arm like a twig. When her male foe resisted, she rolled with it, literally as she kicked off of Tristan's torso to bring herself back to her knees. Arms crossed under her bust, as she tilted her head whilst shooting a look that almost made you believe nothing violent had just occurred at all!

"Are you going to stop resisting now?"

[overlordofkings]

It was a good news, bad news situation. The good news is that Eileen saw fit to release Tristan. The bad news was that Tristan was nearly one hundred percent certain that Eileen got bored of the hold and let him out. Not to mention, for what was at least the third time in the match, Eileen had kicked him in stomach... the exact same spot... knocking the wind out of him. "I'm going to have her boot imprinted on my stomach," he thought as he wheezed, holding his arm and looking up at Eileen.

He couldn't believe just how much control she showed. It didn't matter if she was cold and calculating or hot and angry, the Teutonic temptress seemed to waive between the two moods without any downside. He knelt before her, clutching his sore limb as he tried to regain his breathe. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd have to play her game... and what made it even worse was the fact he knew that he'd enjoy it too.

"Y...yeah..." The blonde replied.

[Devilish53]

"Good boy.." Eileen came close to literally petting her kneeling foe, with her right arm even extending to make it look as if she was. What came with it though, was her left alongside it, as Eileen opted to reward her submissive foe in quite the spectacular fashion.

Leaning down to make up for the height difference on the kneeling Tristan, Eileen's arms sought to lock around her male foes head in a quick flash. Her hands finding either elbow to make the grip as secure as possible, before she straightened up somewhat.

Arms pulling on that head, to squeeze Tristan's skull into her breasts, and outright cover his face!

[overlordofkings]

Tristan gave a small whimper as Eileen was a about to pet him, the sharp pain in his arm refusing to subside. However, petting wasn't what Eileen had in mind, for soon brought her left arm to entrap Tristan's head as she leaned down to bring the blonde's head into her breasts, smothering him, cutting all air.

"Wonder if this is what Jack Nicholson felt like in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest? Tristan thought as he waved his uninjured arm instinctively, but made sure he didn't touch Eileen. He didn't want to anger the redhead again.

And... well, he'd be lying if he said that he was totally hating this. After all, how many men would truly hate being shoved into a beautiful woman's boobs?