L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fei's release was a strained, red-faced affair. Not like with Valentina, who coaxed him to sleep beforehand and desired to drain his stamina first.

He would have interfered with the handjob further if he didn't see his arm loop upward due to the half-nelson. He couldn't rotate his armpit at its full range of motion. Like with his match in the pit, Fei was compelled to quiet down. He bit his lip, to swallow the moans down and prevent himself from being turned into a puppy for Riza to play with. That familiar sensation had kicked in, where his blood rushed down and his arousal was about to carry Fei to a hard, hard pittance.

The swirling in his belly came to a climax as Fei's cock throbbed and leaked spurts of white cum. Luckily, the liquid pooled on the floor beneath them and should have only hit Riza's hand and maybe her boots too. It was a hot, searing type of pleasure that left Fei recovering like he had finished aerobic exercise. This gave the first point to Riza. He knew that. It left him to stew over how to succeed in his three remaining chances. Not having access to strikes made this difficult...

After Fei's gaze flicked between Riza and the mess, he tried to lean his weight off onto his remaining elbow so that she could get off at her pleasure. He hadn't lasted as long as he would have liked. Something to prevent in the next round. Riding off the high now, complete with a heaving chest and messy hair, Fei tried to degrade himself from being amped up by rubbing Riza's thighs with his free hand---lying on his side as a result. The half-nelson was still locked in, as well as her legs being around his waist, so Fei was hoping that she'd not want to cuddle for hours.

Hawkeye grinned in success as she finally felt Fei cum and burst in his pants, giving her the first point of the 3 she needed to win this bout. His cock pulsed in her hand, as she made a point to jerk him off through the duration of his orgasm, purring into his ear and kissing his cheek as he shifted to his side.

"Thats it...gimme that hot seed..." She said teasingly, slowly untangling herself from his body, licking her wet hand as it came free from his pants, getting a taste of him before wiping his seed off on her leotard.

"Not bad taste...ill give you credit Fei, your a hard man to make cum...thats one point to me...3 more to go." She said, rolling away from him and giving him space to recover before they started the next round.

After Fei came, he was released from his high naturally. Fei put his legs around the table's edge, eager to get to the next round as he slid off of it and back onto his feet. He pushed a hand through his hair, getting the locks out of his face, before trudging back towards the middle.

"Three more to go---m-mhm! You caught me, but these rounds won't tire me out."

Fei repeated, aiming to dissuade the idea of becoming exhausted. As Fei was eager to get back to it, he immediately shot forward into a crouch for a double leg takedown. If she were to prove resistant to the maven trying to go to the ground again, then Fei would be stuck hanging onto her legs in an attempt to salvage hooking his arms around her thighs.

That's right. He had to pace himself. Either way, to ease himself back into it after his orgasm, Fei tried to nestle his face into her belly and rest there whether he was kneeling or if he was hugging her thighs while Riza was on her back. The try at a takedown was mostly out of spite, even if he had accepted that Hawkeye made him pop. Even now, Fei was compelled to give Riza some stuffy exhales from his cock approaching the point where it would begin nudging her shins and pressing against his leggings.

The affair was quiet on Fei's end. It seemed like the maven had shut his mouth out of a concern of getting exploited while bantering. Plus, the last blonde had given him a stiff shot to the abs to get him to shut up.

Riza was feeling confident, maybe even a little cocky, as the next round begun, having proven she could grapple with the man and make him cum, despite his obvious skill in it, and she went into the next round certain that his recent orgasm would have no doubt tired him out a little, likely giving her an advantage.

Turns out, she was wrong, as he shot forward, faster and sooner than Riza was expecting he'd be able to, grabbing her legs and taking her down to the mat, getting a gasp out of her as her back hit the mat, momentarily surprised as he nestled his face into her stomach, his dick in his leggings brushing against her bare legs.

"Woah! Still spritely, aren't you big guy?"