L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Once Iwanaga-hime came, Sylar didn’t last much longer. His cock hit her innermost parts with a few more wet smacks until he unloaded his seed into her. Just as the courtesan told him, Sylar didn’t hold back. Thick spurts of white painted her insides and flooded her womb, some of it seeping out around his girth and leaking out. He pressed his lips against hers once again in a deep, sensual kiss.

Still shuddering from the aftershocks of her intense climax, Iwanaga-hime felt Sylar's hot seed spurting deep within her, filling her to the brim. A sense of fulfillment washed over her as she experienced the intimate act of being marked by his essence.

As Sylar's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, Iwanaga-hime melted into the embrace, her own mouth responding eagerly to his.

Slowly, Iwanaga-hime withdrew from, turning to face him with a sultry yet satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That was... exceptional, Master Sylar," she purred, her voice husky from exertion. "But it looks like your resistance isn't so good? Cumming inside a maiden without permission."

"I thought you said not to hold back and to flood you with my release." Sylar smirked as he pecked Iwanaga-hime on the lips. "But speaking of resistance, that's another area we'll need to test thoroughly. So how about it? You think you can manage another round?"

"Oh, Master Sylar, you are quite right," Iwanaga-hime cooed, a playful lilt entering her voice. "I did suggest letting yourself go, didn't I? But I didn't say it's allowed within my womb."

She tilted her head, studying Sylar with a mischievous glint in her eye. "And yet, you succumbed to pleasure's grasp so soon. It seems this 'stamina test' will be a bit more... thorough than anticipated."

Iwanaga-hime bit her lower lip, a sly smile curving her features. "Very well, Master. If you're confident in your endurance, then by all means, let us continue. I am more than ready to put your boasts to the test."

With a saucy wink, she spun gracefully, presenting her back once more to Sylar. Her plush buttocks jiggled enticingly as she assumed the pose, waiting for him to resume their exercise.

"After all, it's only fair that I get to see if this hardness of yours can maintain its vigor... or if it's all talk and no substance." She says challengingly.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about substance." Sylar assured Iwanaga-hime as he turned her around to face him. He rubbed the tip of his dick along the courtesan's slit before pushing inside. Sylar gasped in pleasure as her hot walls clamped down on his dick once again. The deeper he went into her searing-hot vice, the more of his dick was squeezed by her clamping tightness. It wasn't easy to get going after just having busted a load, but the enthralling grip of Iwanaga-hime's pussy did a great job of coaxing him along. Moans spilled from his lips as he adjusting his footing and started to find his rhythm, pumping himself into her molten core.

As Sylar plunged deeper into her core, Iwanaga-hime's initial tightness gradually eased, yielding to the insistent pressure of his renewed arousal. She felt herself growing accustomed to his ministrations, her inner muscles responding eagerly to his thrusts.

"Mmm, yes, Master..." she moaned, rocking back to meet his strokes. "You're doing so well, considering how quickly you came last time."

Her hips gyrated seductively, guiding Sylar's pulsing length through the tight clasp of her inner walls. Each glide sent tingles racing along her nerve endings, reigniting the embers of desire within her core.

"But I must admit, I'm a bit disappointed," she purred, tilting her head coyly over her shoulder to catch Sylar's gaze. "I expected more stamina from you." She giggled.

Iwanaga-hime traced a finger down Sylar's chest, drawing a line of goosebumps in its wake. "If you truly wish to impress me, Master, you had better show me more..."

“Are you sure you can handle more?” Sylar asked. Nonetheless he complied by increasing the pace of his thrusts. He also slid both hands up and cupped her breasts, groping and kneading them roughly. He noticed Iwanaga-Hume’s ass jiggling with every thrust which made for an enticing sight. So much so that he couldn’t resist the urge to give it a good smack.

"Ooh, Master Sylar!" Iwanaga-hime gasped as he gripped her breasts roughly, fondling the plush mounds. The sudden sting from his hand connecting with her rear cheek only heightened her arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Mmm, yes, harder!" she urged, arching her back to present her ass for further punishment. "Show me what a strong man you are..."

Her inner walls squeezed reflexively around Sylar's thrusting cock, drawing him deeper into her molten core. Each powerful stroke ignited new flames of desire, her pleasure mounting with every punishing blow to her buttocks.

"I'm loving this rough treatment, Master," she panted, grinding back against him. "But be careful not to leave marks... my patrons value an untouched canvas." She winked saucily over her shoulder.

“No promises.” Sylar warned her, though despite his words he did make an effort not to leave any marks even as he smacked her ass harder like it owed him money. He also began to kiss and suck on Iwanaga-hime’s neck. Again he made sure not to leave any lasting marks when he did so. As much as he would have liked to give her hickeys and mark his territory for any future clients of hers to see, he restrained himself from giving in to the most base of his desires. Aside from furiously pounding away at her core of course.

Iwanaga-hime moaned wantonly as Sylar's lips ravished her neck, the combination of rough thrusts and tender kisses sending her spiraling into ecstasy. Despite his warning, she could feel the heat of his passion, the urgency of his need.

"Ah, Master Sylar..." she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "You're driving me wild..."

Her hips moved in sync with Sylar's, meeting each thrust with reckless abandon. The wet slaps of their coupling echoed through the chamber, punctuating her gasps and moans.

"I hope you're prepared for another climax," she panted, feeling the telltale tingles beginning to build within her core once more. "Because I certainly am..."

With a tantalizing wiggle, she arched her back, presenting her neck for Sylar's hungry mouth as he pounded into her with unrelenting intensity. The ultimate surrender, giving him complete control as she teetered on the brink of oblivion once more.