Clyde Gastin Vs. Luong Chun - Game of Thrones

[Rawg]

Dazed by the surprise knee. Clyde was kneeling before the empress and trying to catch his bearings. He was working his way back to his feet when she saw her casually dust herself off. That irked Clyde. She treated him like he was a walk in the park and no big deal!

Then in the blink of an eye. The korean beauty was on him with a beautiful elegant spin before her Heel slammed into his face!!

“BELUGHH!!” Spittle flew as Clyde’s head snapped with the rotation of Luong’s foot and Clyde flew off his knees into a brief skip in the air before flopping to the canvas, completely sprawled out, his mouth open and his eyes wide but vacant and glossy as his body gave a few spasms and jerks to try and revive but no one was home.

[BlackAkuma]

And down he went. No surprise.

Luong looked on as Clyde was laid out before her, looking near unconsciousness, thoroughly wrecked. In truth, she could have gone for a knockout, here, and she was sorely tempted to. But as much as she wished to finish this farce, she also had a solid desire to mete out punishment. Clyde needed to serve as an example, a cautious tale for all those who would go against her in the future.

She moved in, reached down, and took both of Clyde’s wrists into her hand, using them to pull his upper body up. Once he was in the perfect position, she brought her leg up and proceeded to stomp him in the face, driving her heel into the center over and over again, battering his unprotected skull with an unrepentant malice.

[Rawg]

The timer on the lock read 26:00 so far of the smother match… And Clyde could have been KO’d if Luong wanted him to be. Something far worse awaited.

“Uhhh….”

Clyde groaned as the Korean mistresses hauled his limp Arms and positioned him before raising her foot and casting it down with repeating, brutal stomps!

“UHH! UHN! BL-EH! GH! —!! -!!” Pitiful whimpers went silent as Clyde was hammered into paste. His head bouncing off the canvas a few times before his arms and body went limo and he was just ragdolled and defenseless as he was mashed into putty taking as many unprotected blows as Luong wanted to give his body.

[BlackAkuma]

Luong had to say, this was quite cathartic. While she often took pleasure from punishing the unworthy, there was something about Clyde that made the act more satisfying than usual. Righteous, even. As if she were doing the universe a favor by annihilating this little lump of flesh beneath her heel. His screams, his pleas, his battered face, all of it made for an exquisite scene. She could’ve taken this pleasure for hours, she was sure.

But she had a match to win. So.

After a dozen or so kicks - she lost count, truth be told - Luong relented and let him flop to the floor. She couldn't tell if he was conscious or not, and it hardly mattered. If he was, then she would knock him out soon. If he wasn’t, he was about to be.

She stepped over his face, took a moment to stretch, then promptly dropped her ass on his face in a quick sit, giving him the distinct pleasure of having her cheeks covering his face, taking his breath away with a forward facesit. The referee came over to lift Clyde’s hands, checking to see if he was conscious, while Luong checked her nails to ensure no lasting damage.

For his sake, she had better not find any.

[Rawg]

After so many brutal stomps. Clyde was putty. Smashed into a pancake, his eyes had glazed over completely, open but nobody home as he faded in and out of being conscious.

“Uuhhhhhnhhhhhhhn…..”

He dizzily watched Luong sensually stretch above him casually, almost as if he had no importance, then dropping her tight curvy, barely concealed ass right on Clyde’s face!!


“Gummmffpphh~!!” Clyde’s hips arched off the mat. His lips and nose getting a whole face and mouthful of Luong’s perfect undercarriage. Clyde’s eyes crossed as her scent filled his senses . His hands remained up while he was checked on. He tried and failed to buck Luong off as his lower body kicked and arched while his mouth sucked and gasped for air between Luong’s ass cheeks.

“Fffffphhmm~~….”

[BlackAkuma]

So far, Luong was thoroughly unimpressed with Clyde. Even by American standards, he was a thorough disgusting man. Unkempt, unruly, unimpressive. He was in better shape than most of his countrymen, but that said precious little - the world’s most handsome roach was still just a roach, after all. There was little of value here, and certainly not a challenge worthy of her calibre.

But she would concede: Clyde made an excellent seat. Or rather, his face did.

It had all the best qualities, letting her cheeks spread across them and giving her full coverage. He was too weak to give her a real struggle, which meant that she was able to enjoy her position far more than she would have under other circumstances. He moaned, but he wasn’t so irritating with it as to be a nuisance. Just enough to be amusing.

She enjoyed her perch and folded her arms as she settled down, savoring the moment. The last gasps were always some of the most pleasant…

[Rawg]

Clyde gasped and sucked against the thin fabric of Luong’s firm cheeks. As Luong spread her ass , Clyde was smushed deep into her perch, mouth and nose falling deep into her crack.

“Mff…”

Clyde twitched a few times as his eyes crossed. Getting one last suck and whiff before his body went limp, save for a few spasms and twitches.

The ref girl raised his hand, one, two… Three!!

She called for the bell and the screen flashed the scoreboard. The crowd roared as the graphic showed Luong gaining a point and an instant replay of the KO.

“Knockout!! The first fall goes to Luong Chun!!”

Luong Chun - 1
Clyde Gastin - 0
Time Remaining: 23:05

[BlackAkuma]

And the first fall went to Luong. As if there was ever any doubt.

She sat, satisfied, on Clyde’s face as her fall was announced, enjoying the feel of him underneath her for a few more seconds, dragging the moment out. She would’ve had no qualms sitting there all day if truth be told, but a glare from the referee told her that wouldn’t be allowed. As much as she wanted to ignore the woman, she wasn’t about to risk losing a match like this.

Luong sighed, stood up, and took the time to rub her feet clean on Clyde’s chest before she strolled off to the further corner. She leaned against it with her arms folded and legs crossed, taking a moment to catch her breathe while the referee tried to rouse Clyde once again.

[Rawg]

Clyde was all but melted into Luong's butt. His face buried deep within her cheeks as Clyde's breaths would chill desperate muffled breaths as she remained perched on his face until she stood up. Clyde had a quiet gasp as he lay sprawled out, groaning as Luong cleaned her feet using his chest before strolling to her corner to await him.

Clyde lay there, the timer had paused, he was sprawled out, his chest rising and falling slowly with deep breaths before he slowly picked himself back up to see the pleased-unimpressed empress eyeing and waiting for him. Clyde looked out of it and drowsy, especially after being KO'd.

But after the ref girl checked on him, and Clyde nodded, she cleared him and the bell rang to start a new round.

Time Remaining: 21:59

Time resumed and Clyde, still dizzy after his facesit KO from Luong, got his fists up and marched towards Luong, ready to fight again.

[BlackAkuma]

Luong would give Clyde another thing, too - he was persistent. Though, really, that persistence could’ve just been stupidity. It was frankly hard to tell at this stage.

After getting knocked out quickly and in such a dominating fashiop, the intelligent thing would have been for him to forfeit the match. Yes, he would’ve lost, but that would happen regardless. A forfeit would save him from no small amount of pain, to say nothing of embarrassment. But no - he stood, he persisted, he even took his fighting pose, as if she was going to be threatened in any way by a man she had knocked unconscious with her ass.

Instead of attacking him, Luong added some spice to the situation, seeing how well she could test the man. She came out of her corner, hands behind her back, leaving herself wide open, and approached. Once she was just outside his range, she leaned forward and stuck out her head, presenting her chin to him with a slight hint of a smile.

Daring him to strike. Begging him to try.