Blanco Sombre and Holly Matheson vs. S+M - Ménage à Quatre

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine looked on with satisfaction as Morrigan drove Blanco back to their corner, working in tandem, just as she’d tried to emphasize in their training. On paper, he was the sort of opponent that both of them struggled with - fast, agile, skilled enough to run circles around them. They needed to ground him and take away all those advantages, or they ran the risk of him running wild, as he’d done in the latter stages of the last match.

But this was good. Morrigan’s punch drove Blanco back into the corner, their corner, precisely where they could do the most damage. As far as she was concerned, this was now officially a handicap match.

She reached out and ran her hands over Blanco’s chest from behind, letting her leather gloves slide over his skin with a soft touch. She could savor the feel of his skin, even through the material, and her hungry lips made their way to his neck, peppering it with soft, supple kisses. ”Hello, again.”

They wouldn’t be alone for long, either. The Morrigan moved in and pressed against Blanco from the front, throwing her full body against his to keep him pinned, almost engulfing him with her fulsome flesh. She went to work on the other side of his neck, digging in with rough, wild bites, leaving marks with every gnash of her teeth. She dipped down and pressed their hips together to drive against his hardness, humping away and building her lust as she tried to satisfy his, almost as if she were trying to fuck him through their clothes.

It was a wild, hedonistic display, but it was also against the rules, and the referee was quick to come over and start the count. It hardly mattered to S+M, though. Even a few seconds in a spot like this would have a profound effect.

[Luncha_Libre]

Hurting, blinded and trapped, Blanco felt around the ring to try and get a sense of where he was. Evading from the ropes was nothing new to him. It was obvious he was in a corner, he could hear Morrigan when she started approaching. If he could time it right, he would be able to duck through the ropes before she nailed him … but Sabine was there to keep any of that from happening.

“Mmmmhmm, nnnuh,” Blanco moaned as suddenly Serilda took him, the feeling of supple leather sliding cool across his body taking him off guard. Shivers ran up his body as she kissed his neck, taking his breath away and leaving him breathless. The luchador was stunned, suddenly flush with confusion and arousal as the dominatrix had her way with him.

“AAH!” Blanco cried out, his plan for a dodge thwarted as Morrigan came in next and pressed into him with her full, buxom figure. Her hot flesh pressed against his slender body, Blanco was trapped between two women who were suddenly having their way with his helpless body. Blanco tried to protest, but could only gasp as Morrigan started to grind forcefully on him. Blanco gasped and moaned as the two women would grind against him, taking him savagely. Blanco’s body collapsed into the turnbuckle as the two had their way with him! The ref started to intervene, threatening a count out, but it was too late to keep them from taking advantage of them. Breathless, panting, harder than a rock, Blanco was a toy in their arms, that they could do whatever they wanted with!

“Count them out, dammit!” Holly shouted, jaw hanging open in shock and outrage! The British Bombshell gripped the top rope, body trembling but paralyzed with anger. “Mister, make the tag! Get out of there! Get off him, you harlots!!”

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan responded to Holly’s protests by throwing up a middle finger. There was absolutely no way she was ending this any sooner than she had to.

”Yes, yes, fuck yes.” She panted and huffed with every thrust, only taking the briefest breaks to breathe before she went back to devouring his neck. Sabine's fingers skillfully worked at his chest, pinching and squeezing his tender nipples, all while her tongue left a trail of saliva dripping down his chest. It was a carnal feast, with the two of them working as a perfect pair to force lust into Blanco’s body.

Had they gone for much longer, there was a real possibility that they could’ve made him burst - indeed, while they needed to make him submit to win this portion of the match, nothing kept them from giving him satisfaction beforehand. But if so, it wouldn’t be this way, as the referee’s protests made clear. ”That’s enough, you two! Sabine, I will eliminate her!”

”Oh, very well.” She threw her hands up and stepped back, leaving Morrigan to continue her play. ”In my defense, he was absolutely delicious.”

”Good ‘til the last drop.” The Morrigan also moved back, keeping one hand on his chest to keep him pinned. ”This is for those spanks you gave me, by the way.”

She only gave him a second to ponder what she meant before she raised her hands and sent them crashing into his chest simultaneously, slicing into him with a full-force double chop.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was seething at being dismissed with a middle finger, while watching her man get mauled by two horny dominatrixes! All while the referee was apparently just beside herself with uselessness! Holly white-knuckled the top rope, teeth grinding, just waiting for Blanco to turn this around.

“Oooh, oh God,” Blanco gasped, while the two had their way with him. Writhing, grinding, the young man’s muscular figure struggled and strained. Blanco could feel himself hardening even more, his manhood starting to twitch and clench as they worked him over. “Nnnuuuh … n-noooo …” he moaned, trying to protest their continued advances, and against his own body coming close to climax! Struggling against them, his trunks were getting as twisted as his mask, leaving him nearly popping out. Hentai matches were an area of wrestling even the world-traveling luchador hadn’t had a chance to train himself in, and it was proving to be a test he was failing miserably at!

Heart threatening to beat out of his chest, Blanco gasped a sigh of relief as the two finally backed off of him. Sweaty, glistening after they explored every nook of his lean body, Blanco was a wide open target for Morrigan to chop the life out of him!

“AAAAAGH!” Blanco cried out, legs kicking up into the air with the impact. After that, Blanco dangled from the top ropes, his arms hanging on for dear life. His head lulled down and forward, Blanco swayed from side to side. Only one part of him seemed to show any sign of life at the moment, and it wasn’t exactly the most helpful part …

[BlackAkuma]

The double chop landed with twice the sound as a normal one, filling the arena with its crisp, cracking sound and echoing through the stands. The Morrigan laid into him with no small amount of force and fury, and the audience reeled at the results. It was more than satisfying as payback - the next time some idiot had the idea of trying to spank a dominatrix, she hoped they remembered the reddish marks on his chest and thought twice.

Blanco sagged forward, withering under the assault, but she wouldn’t let him go down too far before she reached out and grasped his chin. The Morrigan lifted him up, stepped forward, and brought their lips together for a kiss, taking his mouth into hers, suckling at him, licking away. It was brief, forceful, energetic, the sort of embrace most often reserved for longtime lovers - at least on her side.

She moved away when it was over and ran a hand down his chest, making sure to run her nails along the blazing skin. ”Don’t go anywhere.”

The Morrigan broke into a run, dashing away from him and bounding across the ring towards his corner, towards Holly. She stopped just as she was getting close, staying outside of the Brit’s arm range, then turned around and gave her own ass a good smack - just a little something for the stodgy woman to enjoy.

She winked Holly’s way, dashed across the ring at full speed and leaped at the last moment before impact, looking to throw her entire body weight into him with a mighty body avalanche.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Mmmmmnnhuhh …” Blanco moaned, dumbly, as Morrigan took him by the face and planted a deep kiss on him. Gasping for air, Blanco shook his head. Completely overwhelmed, struggling to get his head on straight, Blanco was completely at the mercy of Morrigan now … and unfortunately, it seemed that the Irish woman had none! Blanco tried to unshoulder himself from the ropes, only to flinch in pain. His chest felt like it was on fire, keeping him in place while he gasped in pain.

Blanco could hear Morrigan back off from him, and he wondered where Sabine was. He shook his head, trying to focus. Where did she go …?
Holly scowled at Morrigan as she approached her corner. Heart in her throat, Holly was hating everything about how this match was going, but she felt powerless to stop it. Seeing Morrigan reach her corner, Holly grasped for her, coming up predictably short and nearly spilling over the top rope for her trouble! Looking up to watch the action fearfully, Holly bit her lip and waited for the worst.

Blanco heard the thunder of footsteps charging at him. Shaking his head, the luchador knew it was now or never. From the still hot and wet sensation on his flesh, he was able to guess at where Sabine was, which side of the corner she was on. Which told him where he could duck.

Blanco heard the footfalls getting closer, waited until it seemed they were right on him … then, Blanco swung his legs out through the ropes and gripped the same rope with both hands! With a desperate swing, Blanco would duck between the ropes and swing his legs to the outside! Pivoting from his grip on the top rope, Blanco would swing his legs up toward the corner turnbuckle, where he expected Morrigan’s head to wind up, hoping he could catch her with a swinging kick through the outside to stun her. It was a hail mary try, but desperate times were absolutely calling for desperate measures!

[BlackAkuma]

After being chastised for the referee, Sabine had backed off to an appropriate distance, contempt to keep away from them for the moment. Morrigan was doing a decent enough job of handling herself for now, and there was little reason to interfere. The only reason she had joined in the revelry before was to sate her thirsts, as this match was doing an excellent job of getting her excited as well. She would step in if her partner needed it, but that was not the case, it seemed.

Seemed. Blanco, as it turned out, would prove more resilient than she had surmised.

It all happened in a flash of movement, so quick that Sabine could not have hoped to stop it. One moment he was in a prime position to be quashed, wide open and vulnerable, and the next, he was gone, escaped to the outside, leaving Morrigan nothing but a turnbuckle to crash into, which she did with a resounding impact. A kick to the back of her head only made the situation worse, and she fell on her back a moment later, hissing and cradling her head.

A distressing situation and one that Sabine could do little about directly without inviting the referee’s ire. But that didn’t mean there were no options available to her. Blanco would no doubt make a beeline for Holly, hoping she would come to his aid, which meant she knew exactly where to go and how to get there.

Sabine hopped off the apron, dropped to her knees, lifted up the ring’s skirt, and crawled under, making her way into the shadows…

[Luncha_Libre]

The crowd popped wildly for Blanco's sudden reversal actually connecting! The luchador himself was shocked as he felt his boot collide with Morrigan's head and not the empty air. Really, he was surprised enough that he wasn't currently crushed to a pulp beneath the Irish woman's curvy body! Again, that is.

"Mister! Come on!" Holly cried out, waving her arm in his direction. Blanco could hear her more than see her, but he knew that she was right. Hanging in the ropes, Blanco took a moment to adjust his mask. The eye slits back where they needed to be once more, Blanco ducked through the ropes and stood on the outside apron. He looked around, not seeing Sabine, but looking at a proper target in Morrigan.

"Not the kind of smash you were looking for, sorry about that," Blanco said, gripping the top rope. With a groan of effort, Blanco vaulted over the ropes back into the ring. Along the way, he grabbed Morrigan's head, tucking the back of her neck across his shoulder as he gripped her head. Coming down, he delivered an over-the-rope neckbreaker to the powerful woman, dropping her and hopefully stunning her as he came down.

Laid out with Morrigan next to him, Blanco reached toward his corner across the ring. The fans started to clap, pounding out a beat to try and will the fighters to their feet. Blanco's chest was heaving, his abs seething as he fought to catch his breath and exert himself one more time to lunge for the tag he desperately needed. The referee stood over them, starting a count to see if the match could even continue ...

Shaking his head, Blanco took a deep breath. Holly was standing on the apron, jumping up and down, begging for a tag. Blanco's eyes fixated on her ample chest, bouncing up and down over the rope, giving him something to reach for. The luchador rolled onto his belly, closing some of the distance as he reached out. He wondered if Morrigan was looking for Sabine, so she could make a tag. Blanco shook his head. Couldn't let that happen. Closing his eyes, Blanco pushed off the mat, throwing himself toward Holly, hand swinging wide as he closed the distance to try and make the tag ...

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine was not a woman accustomed to being on her knees, but she may do as she traveled underneath the ring quickly, crawling to the opposite side. She could hear well enough, even though she obviously couldn't see what was going up above. There was no mistaking the sound of Morrigan’s body crashing in the ring or her telltale groaning and cursing. Blanco had followed up on his counter, laid her out, and it was simple matter to guess what his next destination would be.

While she doubted that the Brit would be that much of a danger to Morrigan even if she made it in, that was beside the point. She wanted the woman in as pristine a condition as possible until Blanco was out of the picture, and her partner wasn't known for having a deft touch. Intervention was required.

Sabine popped out from under the ring, emerging behind Holly, exactly where she needed to be and not a moment too soon. She reached up, grabbed her by the ankles, yanked her off the apron, and extended her arms to catch her at the last second and stop a nasty fall.

It would only buy her a moment, but it was all they needed. That would be enough time for Morrigan to recover, rise, dash across the ring, and leap towards Blanco with her arm extended, looking to come down on the small of his back with an elbow drop and quash his little rebellion.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Come on, Mister! Come on …!” Holly groaned, as she felt the ring rope dig into her. She reached out, nearly spilling out of her singlet as she stretched her arm for the tag. If she could just get in there, she told herself, she could shut this Irish woman up once and for all and pull off the win. Morrigan was laid out, already nearly beat, a fresh Holly could put an end to this right now …

“WHOA!” Holly gasped in shock as her ankles were caught and yanked off the apron! The British Bombshell came down hard, her ample breasts hitting the ropes then the apron on the way down! Holly yelped in pain as they bounced painfully, until she collapsed on the ringside floor! Groaning, grabbing her aching breasts, Holly writhed on the mat without a clue what had happened to her, or who had just ripped that hot tag right out of her grip!

“AAGH!” Blanco cried out as his chest hit the mat. Looking up at the empty ring apron, Blanco was baffled as to what just happened. Confused, he looked around without a single clue as to what had just happened to Holly. Hand going completely untagged, left stranded in the ring, Blanco lay on his belly trying to get the air back in his lungs so he could pull himself back up to his feet.