L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It looked like Yuto wasn't the only one who's enjoying things as they were, given the damp feelings on Yara's panties. An idea then came to his mind as it's still early and he hadn't completely overwhelmed by arousal yet. If he couldn't make her budge by force, then perhaps a softer approach might work...

The boy started to run his tongue, lapping gently on her crotch in an attempt to distract his opponent. All the sexual match he had been into might have finally gave him a little more confidence to actually do something like this instead of trying to stick it to normal wrestling. If he could weaken Yara's hold over him this way, perhaps he could then try bridging himself to surprise her before attempting to shift his body to the side to dislodge her off him.

Noticing his predicament, it looked like Yuto was eager to show some mettle and change his tactics. It was proven that fighting with brute force wasn’t bearing any fruits, so he readjusted his strategy and decided to go for a sweeter approach. Reaching out with his tongue, he would start getting lapping motions against Yara’s pussy with each of her thrusting motions. Even if her sex was still covered by her panties, the wetness against it and now the added sensation of Yuto’s tongue would make it almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. “M-hmmm” Yara hummed in approval of his moves. She wasn’t going to back down now. She still had the upper hand and wanted to sap as much energy as she could from her rival.

For some more long seconds Yara panted in delight as she kept grinding against Yuto’s face. However, the shift in dynamic was putting some pressure onto her body, her arousal pooling and deeming a little dangerous. “A-aaahhn~” A moan escaped Yara’s mouth just as a shiver went down her body and it was at that instant when Yuto shifted his weight and the woman found herself unable to maintain the hold. Instead, she would fall on her side close to Yuto. Thankfully she was quick to regain her senses and given her position she could quickly get in control once again, using her position to lock an armbar up!

The good news for Yuto was that he was able to get Yara off him. However, having been deprived of air for some time made the boy needed to take a bit more time to get some air first before being able to move around too much. Unfortunately, time was a luxury he couldn't afford to as Yara was quick to react, trapping his arm in an armbar to maintain her control over him!

"Nngh...!" the boy groaned, although fortunately she didn't really wrench his arm just yet.

The boy's first instinct was to try pulling his arm away. When he couldn't then he'd try to wriggle around a bit to try creating a bit of opening or at least making it difficult for his opponent to completely trap the caught limb. Depending on the position of said arm, though, he might have inadvertently rubbing certain parts of Yara's body in his struggle.

Reacting just about the previous move was broken proved a smart strategy for Yara since Yuto really needed to recover from the oxygen deprivation, so locking the armbar submission wasn’t that hard. A different tale could be told about maintaining it, though. Yuto started making pulling motions and then wriggling his arm in order to get it free. He wasn’t strong enough to force a break that way, but his efforts were getting a somehow unexpected level of success when his arm started rubbing against her already wet pussy. This sent a jolt of pleasure and a shiver through Yara’s spine. “Uuhn~ S-stop that…” She said with a voice that was more a pant than an order, showing how this treatment was pushing her deeper and deeper into the pleasure hole.

In order to get some more advantage out of a situation that looked like it could quickly turn against her, Yara decided to set her body so she could get more leverage for the armbar while looking to distract Yuto a little. Her long legs would be the weapon chosen for that task. Sprawling on top of Yuto while maintaining the hold, Yara’s right leg would go so her foot would rest against the boy’s cheek, while the other went directly at his crotch where she noticed the bulge below his trunks hinting how aroused he was by this treatment. In this new position, Yara saw her resolve strengthened, but still wasn’t sure of how this one would turn out for her. She could only redouble her efforts, tighten the armbar and expect the best...

"M-maybe if you let go of my arm..." Yuto argued, only to have Yara pressing her feet in both his face and crotch, respectively. "Nnghh...!"

He could feel his bulge throbbing against her role, while the foot on his face making it a little more difficult for him to squirm around as well. This allowed Yara to get a firmer hold on the situation for now as the boy wasn't sure what he could do. He still tried to move is caught arm a bit, but it felt like his movement was being restricted more and more.

"Gaahh..."

The fact that Yuto tried to talk his way out of the armbar hold was almost as absurd as the fact that Yara had commanded him to stop resisting. It was only expected that in a match of that nature each contestant would try using any kind of strategy at their disposal, either move or mind trick, and it showed. Now Yara had found some better leverage to apply her armbar and force Yuto deeper into his predicament, but her move had also backfired in the sense that it had exposed her to some unexpected sensual stimulation, and after the previous grinding and tongue lapping the sensations were getting closer and closer to becoming overwhelming. Her pants were slowly turning into open moaning and she could feel the thump of her heart and her breathing quickening in pace, an unmistakable signal of how this was affecting her.

“F-fuck you’re gonna make me...-” Yara’s words were cut short by a louder moan just when her body unvoluntarily jerked for an instant. It was then when she knew she was plunging into a climax. Biting her lips shut to stiffle her moans so Yuto couldn’t know how bad the damage was, despite her breathing giving it out, Yara held on to the armbar with everything she had. “Mmmnn~ NNN~~nnnn~ Fuck...” With some stiffled moans and a couplr spasmodic jerks her body trembled as it peaked into climax. Being out of rubbing against her clothes it wasn’t a big one, just a shallow orgasm that left her pussy unceremoniously twitching at nothing and a feeling of insatisfaction when it went, but that was successful in making the armbar weaker after the waves of pleasure crashed against her.

Huh...? Yuto thought that there's something about the way Yara was reacting to his struggle, but he didn't give it too much thought at first.

And yet it's becoming more apparent that she's actually getting quite stimulated, much more than what he expected. In the end he felt her climax through his caught arm, and soon enough her hold was loosening. The boy used the opportunity to roll around onto his side, facing away from her temporarily while he's soothing his arm. A quick glance to the timer made him notice that it's now shorter by five minutes, confirming what he thought happened just now.

Yuto had to say he's a little surprised that Yara reached her climax fairly easily. If some struggling could get her off, then maybe he actually got a better chance at this than what he's expecting. The boy then roll again and got up onto his hands and knees, but he'd first observe whether his opponent had gotten up as well or not before making his move.

A small error in judgment had proven having a high cost for Yara. She had approached that bedroom match with levels of excitement that didn’t prepare her for what pleasure she was going to get. Thinking of that match in a more lax way only got her open and weaker against sexual stimulation. That had hot the best of Yara, she had first attacked without thinking of possible consequences and after some proper oral stimulation and grinding she had hit a shallow climax but a climax nonetheless.

The very instant Yara’s body surrendered to pleasure was the moment her armbar faltered. When this happened, Yuto saw his chance and freed himself from her grasp. For a moment the two wrestlers rested on their sides, Yuto alleviating his pain and Yara composing herself. As if under commands, the two of them started rising back at the same time. Yara could feel her body still a little weakened but she made it back on her knees. She was blushing, showing herself in a flustered state, a little embarrassed from before. Down, her panties were drenched with her juices and stuck to her pussy giving her a cameltoe that would surely attract attention.

It seemed that Yara needed a moment to recollect herself after the climax, and Yuto decided to try pushing whatever little advantage he thought he had. He crawled towards her, steadily, not wanting to rush himself and stumbled forward instead. One of his arms was still feeling the effect of the armbar after all, even if it wasn't overly sore or anything.

Once he got closer to her, the boy would attempt to push his opponent onto her back or side, aiming to straddle her and secure some sort of control over her. If Yara managed to recover before he reached her, though, she might be able to fend him off.