Tomás Ferreira vs. Asp -First Time For Everything

[GoingBananas]

“Y-yes. Of course.”

Inwardly, the fact that he had to take an offer like this didn’t sit well with the Portuguese Nak Muay. Tomás knew from the jump that he was going to be very ineffective in a match like this. Everyone knew. Even management still had the idea to put someone who struggled in the ground game to pull off something remotely hentai. The only chance he had was on his two feet, and Asp neutralized that to the point he was about to cum by a foot. Not having the power to resist or even the knowledge to fight back did struck his pride and dampened his spirit.

Only a bit, mind you, the high of pleasure is too good to sour. With the way Asp worked underneath those shorts, Tomás damn near looked as if he was under a spell. The kisses egged him on, exciting the man further, and bringing him to a fever rivalling the Mediterranean sun.

True to her word, the Egyptian slithered out under the Portuguese man, his back meeting the mat as he lay flat. Her foot slipped out from underneath the shorts, which did suck to pause for a moment, though Tomás surmised that Asp didn’t want him to stain it with his mess. If his Kru ever saw that happening, and Tomás hoped to God he wasn’t some horny old man that liked to watch x-rated stuff on the internet, then that would be a great insult.

He felt a slight twinge of embarrassment once his stiffened pole would be exposed to not just the onlookers, but the cameras getting a zoomed-in look. It’s not to do with the size. He was well-sized, but he had never been laid bare in front of people before. Yet another weird thing to deal with in regards to hentai.

Asp would lower herself upon his cock, and her foot worked on it so much that it throbbed hard with every heartbeat, looking as if it was about to burst. The sensation felt familiar, just as intimate as that one time back at home. Feeling the tightness from within twitching inside the folds, he let out a staggered exhale. The last thing he wanted was to explode the moment he was inside her. Tomás hoped to accomplish that much.

“Mmmh…Yes…” His chest felt her fingers dig in tight as she held on. Preparing for the wild ride to come.

[BlackAkuma]

Back and forth. Back and forth. A slow, steady, sensual motion. LAW had no shortage of women who liked rough, hard fucks, and Asp was the last one to judge, but she found such an attitude wasteful, a poor way to share such a heavenly experience. In her eyes, such moments must be dragged out, immortalized, and made into a memorable experience for both parts. She wanted Tomas to remember this night for the rest of his life. She wanted to haunt his dreams.

From the looks of things, she was well on her way to that lofty goal, as he hardened with her and let out aheavenly sigh, clearly feeling the bliss. She could sense some tension, however, which was perfectly understandable. After all, while he was no virgin, it was clear he had never done this in front of a live audience, let alone a televised one. To know that your sexual prowess - or lack thereof - would be out there for all the world to see, potentially for all time, had to make for a disquieting thought, and she would not take that for granted.

”Ignore the crowd. Ignore the referee. Ignore the world.” She ran her fingernails along his chest, lightly scratching him with the fine points as she arched her back and looked to the sky. She was moving into a steady gallop below, thrusting against him and picking up the pace with each passing second, daring him to follow along. ”Follow my voice. Listen. We are alone in the world.”

Her hands slide to his arms, feeling along the corded muscles, until the found his hands and intertwined with his fingers. She brought them up above his head, pinning him there, as she leaned forward to place soft kisses along his neck. Here. There. Working her way around his face. Licking, sucking, running her teeth along his skin, so close to his lips, but never entirely closing the distance.

”What are you thinking?” Her tongue lashed along his ear, whipping it. ”Tell me.”

[GoingBananas]

In a way, it was a good idea for Asp to be moving carefully and slowly. From what Tomás had heard from some people that worked there, some ladies seemed to fuck like animals. That sort of thing already didn’t help matters with mixing sex and violence in a way. They only cared about getting the orgasm and that was that.

So it was nice that Asp showed to be a stark, yet welcome contrast. Sure, an orgasm would aid her in taking the win, but with the way she moved, it didn’t seem like that was her intention. She wanted to take Tomás on a journey, lead him through, and introduce him to a world that is pleasant and euphoric. Tomás didn’t hold any misogynistic pride that he’d balk at the sight of a lady leading the way. It was the kind of thing he needed in his first hentai match.

And right now, Asp wanted Tomás to not focus on the world, but on her. Letting her be the focus, directing her like a lighthouse for a lost ship. Or following a siren’s call. Regardless, Tomás either looked stuck in a trance or having stage fright, as Asp slowly picked up the pace. His hands were since pinned above his ashen mane, though Tomás did not mind one bit. His body shuddered with each soft kiss. Her hands admired the hardened, weathered muscles in his arms. Seeing the scars from his past life. It was a gradual change, carefully leading up to it as she bounced up and down, sliding on the hardened member that was already ahead, though Asp wouldn’t be too far behind. Letting this build to a gradual crescendo as Asp was simply doing all the work.

Which didn’t seem right. Somehow. He should do something, shouldn’t he? Letting the Water Serpent do all the work? Didn’t quite sit well with him. He had those thoughts swirling in his mind, but when the redhead called to know what was on his mind, he didn’t voice them. At least, not those thoughts. Instead…

“This is way better…that I could ever imagine, senhora.” Now that could mean many things. The way she felt as she rode him. His subverted expectations regarding hentai matches. Her very touch. Whatever it may be, it was just better. Best not to destroy that balance. Content with letting Asp take the lead. And bringing them close to nirvana.

“Eu…Amo…adorar…”

[BlackAkuma]

Some might scorn Tomas for ‘not doing any work’, but Asp would never count herself among them. Sex wasn’t a competition. It didn’t have to be, at least. No one was keeping track of how many thrusts he did or how many moans he made or how many times he touched here or here or here. Hentai matches were one thing, but it was better to go with what felt right when it came to consensual coupling. This? This felt right. Perfect, even.

Her body moved with his, undulating as if a wave ran through. A steady stimulation, up and down, picking up the pace but never going too fast at once. It was all about acceleration. She moved slow enough for him to join her rhythm, to make sure every contact had the maximum amount of pleasure. Like a dance, it was about working with her partner, sensing his needs and thoughts and acting accordingly. Judging by the way he reacted, her work was more than sufficient.

She had a light laugh, vibrating his ear - playful but not mocking, light but not childish. Genuine amusement at his position review. [color=00BF11]”I am glad.”[/color] She pressed her forehead to his and rubbed against it. ”Reality is so often disappointing.”

Without another word, she moved in and took his lips in her, planting a kiss as her gyrations reached a crescendo. Hotter and hotter, faster and faster, filling the ring with the sound of slapping flesh. Her fingernails tracing over his scars, made their way down his neck, then pulled his head against hers for an even deeper embrace, so tight that every breath she took was laced with his scent. The pleasure made her nerves sing, and her moans echoed down his throat, high-pitched whines that grew louder with every second, until…

There.

Asp let out a long, pleased sighed as she reached her end, gripping him tight all over for a maddening moment before she deflated. Her hips still rocked away, but she was in the aftershocks now, coming down from the high. The only question was whether or not he’d made it down the mountain before she did.

[GoingBananas]

”Reality is so often disappointing.”

Too true, in Tomás’s case, at least. He would often envision an idealized version of the world and his life within it. Being bombarded with stories, media, and narratives that depict life in a state of perfection. For a time, he believed back in Portugal, things were perfect. Sure, he was on the wrong side of the law, but he was as close to a family as he could get. And that meant something.

Much as he tried to make it work, it never did when he found his way to the land of the rising sun. A different kind of complexity and unpredictability, one where he was struggling to keep his head above water. At that point, coming into the match, he had accepted the reality that management, the other ladies of LAW, have established.

Which was why Tomás said what he said. It wasn’t as if pleasure forced itself upon him, leaving him with no way to resist. But in a great act of mercy, Asp went against the grain. A benefit for both of them. And it felt oh so right.

Tomás took in the kiss, reciprocating in kind. His hands couldn’t do much, neither could his hips, but at least his lips could contribute. At least so that it’s not 100% Asp doing all the work. Still, Tomás enjoyed the ride. Like the redhead wanted, the Portuguese fighter ignored the crowd, the referee, and even his higher-ups that are handling his contract. Nothing mattered more than this. His toes curled, signaling that he was getting very, very close. The way she smelled, the supple, alabaster skin, the juiciness of those red lips, and the pace she was going…

Well, it was all but inevitable.

The only thing to note was that Tomás came first. His body tensed up, all the jolts and tingles of pleasure that had been building within him cumulated like a powerful thunderstorm before his climax struck him like a bolt of lightning. The ashen-haired man grunted deep with raw ecstasy, blasting his seed inside of her, just a few milliseconds before Asp pulled her lips away and cried in sexual triumph. Asp continued to ride his erupted cock, which mixed with the lovely juices from Asp’s. They rode their orgasm until the very end until it finally stopped for him.

At the very least, the crowd could commend that he lasted this long, considering the work Asp did prior. He would deflate underneath the redhead like a balloon releasing air, fully relaxing and sighing.

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes. Yes. Yes.”

The world returned to Asp as she came down from the high, the audience’s roar coming over like a wave. She shuddered, and goosebumps tickled her flesh, as she stretched back and looked to the sky. This was her favorite part - more than the grinding, the friction, and the explosive climax. The calm that came after sex was always bittersweet, as the body adjusted and the senses returned. For a moment, two lovers were connected, breathing as one, joined mentally and physically. A wondrous thing.

But it wasn’t meant to last. As the referee came over and confirmed that, yes, they’d both achieved an orgasm, she was reminded that this was still a match. More than that, the easy part that favored her was over. Now, she had to be content in even combat against a man who’d been fighting for a long while before she had even thrown her first kick. Most would’ve found that a daunting proposition, and Asp would include herself in that number - but she was also excited for the battle, thrilled for the challenge as if this was a present she could not wait to unwrap.

She gave him a moment to deflate, feeling him wither within her, then leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead, with a soft smile afterwards. Asp planted her hands on his chest and lifted off, raising her hips to free his cock first, then allowed the rest of her body the follow suit. She took a moment to readjust her garments, getting them back into proper position, then stepped over her as she sashayed towards the corner, her skirts sliding over his face as she passed.

Asp made her way to the turnbuckle, spun about and leaned against the nearest corner, rest against it with her arms on the ropes. She waited, legs crossed, and kept her half-lidded eyes trained on him.

”I am ready to begin whenever you are. Take as much or as little time as you need.”

[GoingBananas]

Basking in the afterglow can sometimes be a bittersweet thing to experience. In the sense of this scenario, it was that slice of heaven before the soul-crushing reality came in. Before, he didn’t have to think about the cares of the world. Not the audience, or even management. Just Asp. And it was a glorious thing once they came in unison, a moment they shared. A welcoming sensation where he’d finally release, his body breaking the tension that he built up over the years and more so now.

Sadly, you can’t make it last forever. And soon the roar of the crowd brought that sense of trepidation. Back to what he was trying to escape from - the match itself. He sighed, finally landing back to reality, while his cock stopped twitching inside of Asp. He would soon focus on the referee, confirming that both have achieved an orgasm, his mind debating on what comes next. Do they still have to fight? Couldn’t Asp just pin him right there and then? And how would he be able to handle her offence this time around?

Those thoughts soon gave pause to a gentle kiss on the forehead, and Tomás would smile back. Asp lifted off the man, and for a moment, he saw the seed still dripping from the inside as she walked past. Tomás would pull his shorts up, the now softened member wouldn’t make a noticeable tent inside. Not when he’s still going through that refractory period.

What might feel like adrenaline for Asp feels like morphine for Tomás, but the Egyptian would grant him time to get up. And he did. Letting out a whoosh of air before rolling onto his knees and then pushing up to stand. The man remained at the center, readying himself for what was coming next. “Obrigado. You have my gratitude.” The Portuguese man said, wiping some of his cum on the waistband of his shorts. Bit too late to be thinking about defacing them, at this point. His hands balled into fists, settling into his usual kickboxer stance. “Shall we?”

[BlackAkuma]

Asp hung back and watched as Tomas made his way back up, reforming before her very eyes. Some in the crowd were crowing for her to move in and finish him off while he was still gathering his wits, and she had no doubts that this would be the smart move, striking while he was in the haze of coitus. But it wouldn’t be clean, wouldn’t be proper, after they had shared such an intimate moment together. She had vowed not to exploit him and take advantage of their shared passion, and it was something she took seriously.

So she let him rise, dust himself off, and did little more than give him a light chuckle as he tried to clean himself off. He lifted his fists and moved back into the classic muy thai stance, looking thoroughly relaxed and almost as fresh as when they started. As close to a reset as they could ever expect.

”We shall.” She moved out of the corner and stepped his way, sliding into her stance as she approached. Arms up and waved, body undulating, feet sliding along the mat. Light, evasive, quick. A serpent, twisting through the waters. ”Again.”

Asp moved in on him, closing the distance with a swift stride, at a distance and in his face all at once. She swung her leg low, a short kick towards his shin, but she went shallow and missed on purpose to misdirect him, trying to draw him in. Instead of letting that leg come down, she brought it high and sliced her heel through the air, hoping to catch Tomas across the face with a hook kick.

[GoingBananas]

There was a lot that Tomás felt he owed Asp for. It’s not just the fact that she allowed him to keep the orgasms tied between the two, it was the little things. For someone whose gimmick is of a snake, the redhead didn’t backstab or go back on her word. She could have shifted into a more cunning mindset, taking him out and getting the win in quick succession. Playing with his heart and luring him into her trap.

Instead, Asp didn’t rush in towards Tomás just as soon as he rose to his two feet. Asp didn’t even switch things up while they were working towards that orgasm. While there might be a slim chance that she could always betray him in the end, it was hardly something the Portuguese Pugilist had to worry about now.

The only thing that he could owe her was a good fight. Sure, he was on the back foot the moment the bell rang, but now there were no surprises. He was facing the kind of unconventional skill like Eliza, but she didn’t have the commanding size like Blair that she could get away with it. Plus, those two respective matches had one thing missing: Tomás being genuinely excited.

Tomás nodded towards Asp, remaining steadfast in his stance, awaiting Asp to slither towards him. The Water Snake moved in swiftly, just like she did initially. Her leg briskly swung low, before suddenly snapping in a different direction again, just like she did in the beginning.

Except Tomás was more prepared compared to the beginning. With the benefit of both arms up in guard, Tomás raised them, taking the hook kick on the forearm. Just as her foot smacked on that limb like a whip, his leg came up, chambering the knee with a rapid pace. Quick movements from the moment his leg came up before shooting the ball of his foot towards that bare navel for a teep kick. Hopefully, that orgasm didn’t dull his speed. It’s the first time he would fight after busting a nut, of course.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Tomas saw through it. Good. It seemed as if he still had his wits about him.

Asp might have lacked the experience he could boast, but she was a quick learner, quickly picking up the skills. It helped that she had an exemplary sparring partner, with Sophia’s world-class skills giving her an excellent base to work with, but she’d had to learn many things in the process, like the right way to set up a feint, how to read her opponents, taking account for the proper spacing. These were things she employed here as she tried to take him off guard from an unconventional angle, and it worked well enough that he could only block, not dodge—a small victory.

Of course, she knew that retaliation would indeed be coming her way, and it did. Her foot had only just come down when Tomas struck out, bringing his leg up for the strike. Asp raised her arms in anticipation, prepared to block, but her concern was for her chest while his target was lower.

His toes shot into her stomach, going deep. One of the better places she could take a hit. Her training as a belly dancer gave her a solid core, but he still had enough impact to send her stumbling back to the ropes. She struck them and bounced off, forced to stagger his way, wide open. All she could do was prepare herself for the follow-up, knowing this window would be too tempting for Tomas to ignore.