L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was tempting - extremely tempting - to just follow Narcisse’s lead and let the superhot Frenchwoman have her way, and being honest? He might take her up on the offer. Later. For now, he wanted to actually win this match, or at least do his level best at it. Army knew too well how easy it was for a guy like him to get typecast in a mostly-female wrestling league, written off as nothing more than a weak jobber trying to get easy fucks.

That didn’t mean his task was going to be easy, however. Even now, with his groin rubbing against back in the hold, he could feel himself growing stiffer with each passing moment. She wasn’t even actively trying to get him and she was still making it happen.

While this move was doing a good job of weakening her, Army knew it wasn’t going to get him any closer to winning the match - he needed to work on her sexually for that to happen, preferably in a way that kept him safe. He had some ideas on that front, too, but first he needed to get standing.

”Up you go, come on.” Army wrapped an arm around Narcisse’s throat and stood, pulling her along with him until they were both standing. Her used that arm to keep her under control, while he brought the other one around and let it run over her chest, bringing own touch to one of her breasts and working at it with a light massage. ”Appreciate the offer, but you don’t really want me doing all the work, do you? You should enjoy this, too. Fair is fair.”

Just about everyone went into a hentai match with the idea of winning, that was until the pleasure clouded there mind or became too much for them to take. Narcisse may have been on the defensive but she knew she had the advantage sexually, she just had to wait for her hunk of an opponent to attempt to make things sexual!

Narcisse didn't have to wait long, hell she could feel her opponent's groin rubbing on her back no doubt arousing him further. "Rubbing one out on me on huh?" The French woman thought to herself before Armando's arm wrapped around her neck and pulled her up. As the man forced her to stand, Narcisse's left hand went to the man's arm, a subtle sign of struggle as her other latched onto the man's wrist as he grabbed her breast causing Narcisse to let out a lustful groan as his hand massaged her breast.

"Hope you don't mind... girls got to have there fun too" Narcisse teased before letting out a soft moan and pressing her butt backwards until it found its target, Armando's groin! From there the French woman' would move her hips, grinding on it. Just because Narcisse was now on the sexual defensive didn't mean her opponent was going to be left untouched or unaroused!

Credit where credit was due - Narcisse felt good. She was far from the first woman he’d ever held close like this - hell, she wasn’t even the first Frenchwoman. But he couldn't recall any of them having a body like this, one that felt this amazing, this supple, this soft, this pleasing to the touch. Everywhere their skin touched, it was like a bolt of electricity working its way through them. Or magnetism, pulling them close, forcing them together whether he liked it or not.

Fortunately, he liked it, and he liked it even more when she started to thrust back, pressing hard against his lap and working him into a frenzy. The same alarm bells from before were blaring, but he paid them less mind than the last time.

After all, while this was a hentai match, it wasn’t one where he’d lose after a single pop, right? He could afford to have some fun. Might even be for the best, get this out of his system.

As she ground back harder and harder, he eased up the hold, keeping her close but easing up on the pressure. The hand that was at her breast traveled down, sliding across her abs and continuing its southward trek, while he brought lips to her neck and began to work away at the skin. A kiss her. A nip there. A lick here. Tender and gentle, soft and subtle.

To Narcisse, Armando's actions were a bit amateur. It wasn't her first time being held from behind, and it wasn't going to be the last. But with Armando seemingly aroused so easily, it was a wonder why he would put his still covered manhood near the danger zone, that being Narcisse's curvy ass! "Hope his cock is bigger than his brain" Narcisse thought to herself, the joke making herself smile as Armando let his hold slacken as her grinding intensified!

"Mmmm nnnmmm" Narcisse gasped and let out small moans as Armando brought his lips to her neck, kissing, nibbling, and teasing her skin as his hard ran down her stomach. 'That's its stud... just a little further" The Frenchwoman teased as his hand reached the edge of her bottom before attempting to spring her trap by pulling her hips forward and then thrusting as hard as possible as her hands moved to grab the man's arm around her neck and pulled herself free.

If successful, the blonde would stagger forward before turning and attempting to throw a hard kick toward the man's head, attempting to knock him to the mat to buy herself a moment to rest and hopefully a chance to go on the offensive herself!

Whistles were coming in from the audience, catcalls as Narcisse went wild, but Army did his best to tune them out. He’d gotten more than enough practice from that the last time he wrestled hentai matches - if you had a problem with public sex, this was not the job for you. He was an expert at focusing, especially when he had something good to focus on - like, say, the woman rapidly grinding against his lap, working his hardness with every stroke.

Army bit his lip as he got lost in the motions of the moment, loving every touch, every grind. He closed his eyes and felt the electricity running through him, so close, and then-

It all came to an abrupt end when Narcisse rammed his ass into with a heavy thrust, knocking all the wind out of his gut. It wouldn’t have been too bad of a strike on its own, but the kick that followed up finished the job, knocking him senseless in his stupor. Army legs turned to jelly and he crumbled falling to his knees with a shaking head.

”Hijo de motherfucking 雌犬...” Army blinked a few times, still dizzy, and tried to push back up to his feet, but it was a slowgoing process.

Narcisse was about as close as one could be to an expert in public sex, and sex in general, truly one to live up to her name as the saint of sex! But even a master of the sexual arts wasn't just vulnerable when things got physical in other ways, something Narcisse proved when she kicked her opponent in the head. Narcisse turned her head and smiled, looking at the aftermath, Armando on the mat, trying to push back to his feet.

"Stay down. I'm going to make it worth it!" Narcisse said she approached her opponent, shoving him back down before straddling his stomach. Narcisse ran her hands up her body before grabbing and squeezing her own breast while looking down at Armando lustfully, looking to get him so aroused that he would lie down and decide not to fight what was going to come next. "Don't do anything dumb" Narcisse said as she slid down his body. until her ass rested near his ankles. Narcisse would then grab the waistband of Armando's pants and anything her might have been wearing underneath before attempting to pull them down to his knees.

If successful, Narcisse would waste no time, grabbing Armando's rock hard cock before taking it between her lips and sucking him off. The man would get the experience of the Frenchwoman's best sexual asset, her talented mouth and tongue, firsthand!

Getting kicked in the head wasn’t something Army expected much in a hentai match, he could say that much. Credit where it was due, though - Narcisse had some powerful legs, far more than he was expecting. That blow thoroughly rang his bell, and while it wasn’t the worst shot he’d ever taken, he didn't expect it, which made it so much worse. Not an easy thing to endure.

With a grunt and groan, he tried to push his way up, only for his opponent to beat him to the punch. She was all over him, pressing him down, her fulsome body, molding against his muscles as she took her perch on his chest. Army held his position - unmoving, unthinking - as she gyrated above him and worked her magic.

Then she did more. So much more.

”Wait, what’re you…oh.” Army flopped back, melting as Narcisse’s mouth went to work, enveloping him in the warm cocoon of her mouth. It wasn’t his first blowjob - far from it - but no one had ever come close to this level before, dragging him to the heights of pleasure, pulling him to the peak. He would’ve liked to say he held on, that he didn’t pop easily, but…

Yeah. It didn’t take long. Army gasped, bucked up, and blew his loud straight into Narcisse’s mouth, as a long moan tore through his lungs.

Narcisse was experienced, and she had a knack for knowing just how close someone was, which normally was never that long once her mouth came into play and Army was no different! The man melted like ice cream in nineteen degree whether! The French blonde was free to work her sexual magic as the man flopped back and didn't resist her, not that it would have mattered if he did, the man didn't last two minutes before a long moan tore through his throat, his hips thrusted, and his dick exploded inside of Narcisse's mouth, opting to swallow this once, Narcisse continued to suck the mans dick a little longer, prolonging his pleasure before stopping with an audible pop as his dick left her lips.

Narcisse wiped her mouth with her wrist as she looked into the man's eyes. "First of many big boy" she teased before reaching for the man's clothes trying to leave him nothing to hide behind for the rest of the match! "Don't get used to it though, I'm not blowing you for free" Narcisse said tauntingly letting her arousing accent sugar coat her words.

Needless to say, but having the best blowjob of his life wasn’t exactly doing wonders for Army’s mental faculties. He lay there, basking in bliss, as the crowd cheered them on - or, more likely, just Narcisse. He was more than used to going into these situations as the bad guy, came with the territory when you were taking on smaller, hot women.

He regained some senses when she spoke, though, and started pulling his pants down. That, he didn’t mind too much - he’d long since gotten over caring about being nude in a match, which happened all the time. But this match wasn’t over, not even close. He was a long way from being too withered out to quit, and he needed to even the score with Narcisse before she ran wild again. And with her so close, he couldn't ask for a better chance.

”Wouldn’t dream of it.” Once his pants were off and free, Army sprung up with open arms and tried to wrap them around Narcisse’s waist, trying to rise and pull her into a tight bearhug as he went, looking to crush some fight out of her.

Hentai was just as much a mental contest as it was a physical one. From having to fight past the afterglow of a great orgasm to controlling your own excitement and desires! The usual checklist for a match like this was slowly being completed. The first orgasm, check. Her opponent was now naked, check. Her opponent, being vulnerable? Before she could mentally check that off, Armando sprang to life and wrapped her arms around her waist! Narcisse was caught off guard, unable to struggle until the man had them both up and Narcisse in a bearhug, her feet dangling above the mat as a cry of pain tore through her lips and the man's muscular arms slowly squeezed the life out of her!

"Nnnn let go!" Narcisse protested through her gritted teeth, her hands pushing on the man's biceps, trying to lighten the strain on her back, even though it bent and contoured around her opponent's arms wrapped around her.