Bruce "King" Torvalds vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom - Best 2 out of 3 Reverse Hentai Match

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce willingly opened the gates of Hell's Bronze Citadel to Feywild intrusion, letting Shimmerlace's tongue slip past his lips. Of course, Hell responded with an invasion of its own, and the two French kissed like they were the only people in the entire arena. Bruce gripped Shim's butt and hoisted her high up as she wrapped her legs around him. Her hardened nipples brushed up against his chest, and the frenulum of his hard cock became slick as it ground against her wet bottoms. Shim's legs squeezed tightly around Bruce's waist, taking up enough of her weight to let him hold her up with one arm while the other hand caressed her back as he kissed her deeper.

Bruce and Shim lock lips

Bruce finally parted his lips from Shimmer's, chest heaving and face flushed. Damn, she was a good kisser! Better than him, and he didn't care if she knew it, he just wanted more. He looked at her with soft eyes, ready to go for another round of locking lips. But he stopped himself and remembered: he's not a lover! He's a goddamn fiend!

SMACK!

Bruce got both hands back on that fat fey ass where they belonged, and the most devilish smirk was back in town as he gripped her spankable rump and looked down at her.

"You've got me in a good mood. So, I'll let you choose your fate, little fairy: which rabbit hole should my cock go down?"

Bruce squeezed her ass and parted her cheeks through her tight bottoms before he landed another SMACK!

"This ass that's more sinful than a devil on a good day? Or-"

Bites her lip!

"This mouth that can enchant any damn thing?"

[Malkavia]

What...rabbit hole?

Laughter shot up her throat like a hiccup. She grinned, squinted, then cocked her head to one side, like the ring were a modern art museum and he a mis-hung piece.

Ah well. She leaned in. She kissed his neck. Once, twice, three times, each one higher until she was nipping at his ear-lobe. The fine prickles of his barely-there beard were soft against her lips. "Hehe." She ran her hands through his hair and sighed, deeply. God but he smelled lovely. Better than grass clippings or gas stations.

Her head was just about even with the ground again. Despite the pain like a weight at the center of her head.

...So where would she want to take his manhood, huh? Mouth—now that gave her some lovely options. Some control. Ways to make him groan, ways to make him pop, ways to make him curl over and beg for mercy. Definitely a smarter choice than ass. But was it hotter? Hmmm.

"Iiiii...I think I'lllll..."

Her smile faded, and that look of puzzlement on her face deepened. Hm.

Hmmmm.

Hmm hm hm.

She leaned back. It put some weight on her thighs—Bruce would feel them clamp as the demands of their balance fell more squarely on her hips. And all that leverage pressed her hot, pulsing pussy flat against his navel. Her voice was thick like molasses.

"I think..."

POP. Up she'd come—looking to catapult the hard wall of her pate against the soft CRUNCH of the devil's snout.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

chu chu chu!

"F-Fuck..."

Bruce, mister big, strong devil that he was, was used to hard fights and hard fucks. Sometimes both! But he wasn't ready for the way Shimmerlace kissed his neck without biting it and played with his hair without pulling it. Every smooch made him quiver and shake. The way she bit his earlobe made his breath hitch. And when her nails gently scratched his scalp, the poor fiend's legs nearly gave out.

Bruce closed his eyes and gave the fairy wrapped around his waist free rein to assault him with as many tingles and goosebumps as she liked. Bruce thought about how he could return the favor-

BONK!

Calm soft kisses before the hard headbutt storm!

Now there's something that wasn't soft about Shimmeralce: her hard fucking head! The crowd gasped at the sucker punch headbutt, some cheering for her audacity and others booing, believing the public make-out session was about to get spicy.

"SHIT!"

Feywild Bells rang in his ears, and little pixies darted in and out of his vision. Bruce staggered backward, disoriented, hardly standing with the weight of the tricky fucking fairy's fat ass wrapped about his waist still.

"Serves you right for messing around with a floozy fairy, boss!" Someone might say the jealous devil girl nearly cheered for Shimmerlace when she bopped Bruce's stupid, horny head.

"King! You gotta get her off of you!" Bruiser had an instinct for fighting. He knew what was coming next.

Vision blurry and feeling dizzy, Bruce grabbed at some part of Shimmerlace and tried to remove the viper wrapped around him before she could bite again!

[Malkavia]

Ow ow oooooouch...

For a hot moment there, Shimmerlace was pretty sure she went cross-eyed, as God or Satan or some similar bastard pumped pressure into her skull with a bicycle pump. The right side felt primed to POP. Well the fuck did she expect, dipshit, pulling crap like this after what that absolute cunt did to us?, her skull might have whined.

"Don't...call 'em a cunt," she muttered. She held on to Bruce tight with her legs while Bruce groped at her body. A nice feeling that, being groped. A part of Shimmerlace — a quite distant part of her mind floating on a numb kind of cloud — thought it was super impressive they'd both managed to stay upright with all the drunken wobbling and waltzing they were doing. The ol' GOTCHYER TONGUE tango, except she hadn't got his tongue. Yet.

Fuck though. No one was listening to her. They were all making a fuckin' RACKET, all howls and jeers and irrelevant shit. She scrunched her face and glared at Bruce. His face swam sickeningly in her vision. As if what he'd done to her tummy wasn't sick-making enough on its own! Fucker. She huffed. "I SAID. I THINK YOUR COCK..."

And then she popped him again. Or tried to. At first, there was some hesitation, on account of the roaring pain behind her eyes saying NO NOT ANOTHER HEADBUTT in the loudest and most forceful language its nerve endings could muster.

But the fuck did her brain think, acting like the boss of her? And after calling her man a cunt. Fuckin' cunt. She popped Bruce THRICE as hard just to show who's boss.

KER-FUCKIN'-POP!

[Out_Of_Ramen]

And POP goes the devil!

Bruce's world went spinning. The pixies flittering about his his vision multiplied and blew trumpets in his ears. Then the fiend's once powerful legs wobbled until they finally lost their strength check.

"W-what's that about my co-"

THWUMP

The mighty King collapsed onto his big back. The arena lights above shone down on Bruce like the sixteen bright suns of the Feywild. The singing pixies swirled about the magic stars above in celebration for the great pink fairy who felled the underworld beast. Bruce chuckled like an idiot at the whimsical display and reached up to grab one of those cheeky fliers, but then it shot away into the periphery like a comet. Waste of time anyway. He had a much more important fairy to catch!

Alright, where'd she go? Fuck, why can't I get up? Which way even is up? oh-

The fey suns above were snuffed out into night as a sea of pink hair fell onto his face and darkened his vision. Shimmerlace had been straddling Bruce the entire time since her last headbutt had sent him straight to the mat. No doubt she had been looking down with amusement as Bruce was groping and groaning about like a drunk turtle stuck on his back for the last minute.

"Found ya!"

Bruce ran his lost hand up the waterfall of pink hair until it led him back to Shimmerlace's face. He gripped her by the jaw weakly with his claw.

"C-couldn't clip ya, but I still caught you, Wings!"

The dazed and confused devil had no idea how much of a malleable pile of boy toy he was right now.

The pink fairy's blow fell the mighty devil

[Malkavia]

Tears ran down Shimmerlace's cheeks. The bicycle wheel in the right-half of her brain had burst a leak and caught on fire, and that fire spread to her whole fuckin' head, and now the smoke was burning her eyes.

FWUMP.

Bruce finally lost his footing, and the whole bip bop and keboodle went toppling down. Shimmerlace landed on top of him while another live wire of OW cut into her head like a pair of silly scissors.

Even in all that pain, though, Shimmerlace still felt a sexual thrill when he went down and her groin slammed against his chest, and she sat there, straddling her man. She was breathing heavily, her hair streaming down in curtains around his face.

He smiled when he was punch-drunk. The absolute pissant of an adorable, dumbass fuckface. Devil? More like a succubus, int at 6, charisma at 20. And then he went and made it worse. In his half-lucid, bug-eyed state, he gave her the most perfect god damn name she'd ever heard. Wings. She almost came them and there. Even if she staved off that disaster, her cheeks went cherry-red.

She couldn't help herself. She leaned in and snogged him. He didn't resist, and her tongue went deep into his mouth.

While she made violent, sloppy love to Bruce's face, her hands were busy fiddling at her hips. She found the hem of her black shorts. She pulled them off, then followed them with her panties—a silky white thong, now drenched in a sweet-smelling mix of her and the devil's fluids. She slipped to Bruce's side so she could tug them down her thigh, then slip them over her boot and off her feet.

Mwah. Their lips parted, and a strand of saliva ran from her lips into his mouth. His agape mouth, which made just the perfect opening for those panties. She pressed the silky smooth fabric to his face. She could smell herself on the fabric even from her distance. With two fingers, she shoved the undergarment into his mouth.

And he...slurring some sweet something, suckled her slender fey fingers.

That was all the signal she needed. Bruce was hers to finish. She stood, savoring the feeling of standing bare-pussy over a prone and... indisposed Bruce. Especially to the extent that such savoring distracted her from the fresh wave of dizzyness and nausea that assailed her head.

She planted her bare foot on Bruce's cock, pointed both hands straight up, then licked her grinning fairy lips.

"WINGS it is!"

The second rope bounced and creaked when Shimmerlace jumped and planted herself, one boot and one foot, onto its steel heft. She was facing Bruce. Then she stepped one rope higher and balanced, precarious, swaying like the slosh of her brain was swaying. Was he rolling out of the way? Fuck if she knew. The problem with seeing four Bruces is you lose a lot of the detail that would rest in one.

But fuck it. As Angelina would put it—we fly. When she leaped, she corkscrewed one full revolution before she twisted around and aimed her bare ass at Bruce's face.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce was love drunk on a tall glass of pink ambrosia named Shimmerlace, and he wanted more.

The way she kissed him, knowing he'd let her in every time.

This motherfucker-

Stuffing her panties and her fingers in his mouth, like she can just get away with it. The gall to make everything in Bruce's delirious world smell and taste like her.

Everything about this motherfucking fairy-

And stepping on his cock like she fucking owns him. Acting like her bounty wasn't going up by 100,000 gold. Pretending the scales of karma weren't breaking off their goddamn hinges from all the shit she was pulling here.

-is gonna be the death of me.

Thump. Slap. Thump. Slap. Shimmerlace's boot and bare foot signaled the fairy's retreat away from the incapacitated devil.

And there she goes. Leaving the poor fiend to languish there, humiliated and dying of thirst, with nothing but damp lace to quench him. Bruce's vision was still double, and pixie trumpets were still blaring in his ears. He rubbed his eyes, mouth still full of fey lingerie, and his head swiveled along with his cock as he searched again for where his mark went.

Left? Right? Which fucking corner? C'mon, he just named her Wings. He should've looked above firs-

THUMP

Shimmerlace's fat fairy ass came crashing down on the devil's panty-stuffed face. Head jolted against the mat. Nose and jaw squished. Ears ringing. Eyes watering. And worst of all: no air!

Bruce's mouth was already stuffed full of lace, and now his nose was buried deep in her asshole. Can't. Fucking. Breathe!

The loss of oxygen snapped Bruce back into a moment of lucidity. He needed to get out from under her smothering rump, or he was gonna die in the best way imaginable.

Shimmerlace butt bombs Bruce from the top rope! Smothering him with her ass.

[Malkavia]

You almost had to feel bad for Bruce. But then almost was a word into which worlds could be poured, as in that tiger almost flayed my skin from my bones.

After a bounce and a cry of adrenaline-spiked FUCK YOU from Brucie (or something like that—our boy was a bit muffled), Shimmerlace sat mounted on her opponent's face, tits hanging a few feet over his bulging peepers. And Bruce himself, he was squirming. He clawed at her sides and clenched that six-pack o' abs of his until the two of them started rising off the mat.

Which — too bad for Brucie — gave Shimmerlace just enough room to slip her legs behind his back and lock her ankles. Then it was her clenched thighs versus his throat, her lips pressed to his.

"Thaaat's right , boy~" Bruce's pulse pressed through the constricted vessels in his throat, tickling the inside of Shimmerlace's thigh. He continued to fight, but the strain from his carotid and the purpling of his forehead told the teatime maître that wouldn't last long. As for the Feychild herself, she had one hand on the mat, the other on the crown of his head. "THUNDER your Hellish complaints loud as you can." She could see the pale skin of Bruce's scalp as she tore his face into her pussy. His nose was a bit off-center, pressed all scronched-like into the spoon of her groin, just next to the heart carved into her pubic hair. But his lips—those magnificent instruments pressed just where she wanted them.

There were many physical sensations in this position that helped Shimmerlace find her lopsided grin and rose-petal blush. The vibrations of his half-grunt half-whimpers into her groin. The prickle of his barely-there beard on her thighs. The careless, occasional touch of his tongue. But the thing that made her moan, lick her lips, and flutter her eyes—that would be the way all his rapacious ambition drained out of him like love from a spent cock.

Soon, there'd barely be any him left at all. A touch sad, that. But the fun she'd have with his body once it was hers would more than make up for it.

"Y'know," she half-whispered, half purred into the crown of his head. "I think I finally got the answer to your question. Wanna know what I'll do with your cock, my sweet maid-man to be?"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Bruce pushed his face and arms against her ass with the biggest heave-ho he could muster. But those cheeks were choking him out. His lungs flooded with her musk. Breaths became shallow. Limbs, heavy and slow. His iron grips on her hips and tits were now clumsy slaps. Soon, his whole world revolved around her heart-shaped pussy until her dripping cunt engulfed his dizzying mind like a red giant star swallowing the Earth. Heh. I think I'm royally fucked here.

Up in the stands, Bruce's crew was dumbfounded by their King of the black top getting smothered into submission.

"H-holy shit. She's actually doing it..." Hannya never even came close to domming Bruce the way Shimmerlace was doing right now. The Devil Girl's thighs squeezed together, and she shivered with excitement at the shameful thoughts of all the things she'd finally get to do on top of Bruce after he becomes that stupid hot fairy's bottom bitch for the weekend.

"King! Don't die on us, buddy!" Big Bruiser's eyes started watering at the thought of losing his favorite Dungeon Master and video game pal all in one night.

Brooklyn bit his thumb until it bled. He'd been cheering for Bruce at street fights since they were kids, sometimes secretly helping him win when things got bad. But man, it's been fucking years since Bruce had an opponent this simply fucking tough and hard-headed, literally. On top of that, Brooklyn had converted all his faith in King into a hefty pile of gambled money that was about to poof into thin air. Brooklyn rolled up his sleeves. "Fuck guys, King is in a real bad way here. We should help him-"

Kiyomi unsheathed her Katana like a lightning bolt and held its long blade across the misbehaving faces of the three quibbling imps. "Urusai! Don't lose your faith in King so easily! Besides, he declared LAW to be sacred proving grounds. No one is to interfere in the match, not even if Bruce asks for our help! King's orders!"

Thump!

All four of Bruce's crew turned their attention back to the match. Bruce's arms had finally given their last ounce of clumsy resistance before falling loudly at his sides. The once mighty devil could only manage shallow breaths that blew hot little puffs of steam against Shimmerlace's victorious pussy.

The fairy had domesticated her own little devil man. Except one part of his body had definitely not calmed down, and it definitely wasn't little. Everyone knows cocks have a mind of their own, and Bruce's member especially didn't care how much oxygen his unimportant brain was getting. His cook stood straight up at attention, precum beading at the tip, more than ready to keep the fight going in Bruce's stead!

KO! Shimmerlace had finally domesticated her very own devil! For now...

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace rememebered a Shel Silverstein poem from her youth. The specific lyrical wit of the bard eluded her, but she remembered the key underlying question: What if all mankind walked about with assholes for faces? Unlike Silverstein, Shimmerlace thought it unlikely that asscheeks would serve well for distinguishing one cunt from another.

But cocks? That was another story. Shimmerlace had never seen two penises that could possibly be mistaken for each other. Part of the question, of course, was cosmetic. Did you wear your wiener circumcised or hood-included? And of course there were questions of dimensions: Girth! Length! Plus endless questions of topographic texture and proportion. Just what fraction of the cock-and-balls was cock, and what remainder were the balls? But, Shimmerlace reflected as she caressed the length of Bruce's erect and defenseless manhood, these considerations but scratched the surface. Each man's cock, like each man's face, was like a receptacle of personality, etched with fragments of their soul—whether the man knew it or not. And Bruce? Bruce had a smiling cock.

Shimmerlace stood and stretched. From her toes to her shoulder-tips, she felt the warmth of the spotlight white on her back. She smiled at the crowd, curtsied, and accepted their raucous applause.

But the real treat—that came as she straightened up. The audience struggled to see how it happened, but as Shimmerlace stood, her clothes simply...sloughed off her. Like loose moss on a log under gentle but steady rain. The white fabric of her leotard split down the middle, from tit to cunt. She slipped out of everything, a moth from a cocoon—black armbands, boots, necklace. Everything. (Magicians, it should be known, are often exceptional tailors). Her tits were perky, her nipples hard, and she had a single black mole under her left breast.

And what about the scraps of clothing from she was escaping? They did not simply settle among her feet. Instead, her gear seemed to unwind around her as one continuous cloth...a long, many-folded rope. Except now the folds were coming undone and all that was left was the strand of white, purple, and black.

But there was no time to dally. The COCK was at attention! A willing collaberator. One mustn't keep one's allies waiting. Shimmerlace let her former gear settle in a pile about her feet and then grabbed Bruce's feet.

"TO THE..." She huffed as she dragged Brucie over the mat. His penis wobbled from her exertions. All impatient! "..CORNER with thee!"

Shimmerlace adored Bruce's legs. She appreciated a hairless man, and Bruce kept his well-muscled legs smooth as his ass. She felt a thrill, therefore, as she hooked his legs over the second rope.

It took exertion to lift his hips thus. She had to huff, to puff, to LIFT WITH HER HIPS to get his hips hung up on the corner. Which of course put his penis upside down, which was exactly as adorable as his upside down face on the mat. Complete with the...drool running down its shaft. She resisted the urge to lap it up and suckle her man. It wouldn't do to wake him up!

After all, she still had to tie him up.

That was what the rope was for, after all. To bind him. To shackle his feet to the ringpost and to his wrists. So she could keep her man ready to serve her interests for just as long as she might dream.

"And...there we are..."

She felt a strange embarrassment as Shimmerlace wrapped the rope of her one-time costume around Bruce's wrists, as if she were having sex in public. Well—intimate sex. The vulnerable type one wouldn't like caught on LAW's camera. She was careful, as she tied, not to pull the loops so tight they would cut off Bruce's circulation. Her touch was tender, and when she finished, she tied her devil off with a bow. The embarrassment made her blush, but it also tasted sweet—like the sheer giddy humiliation of being loudly asked to prom in front of the whole class by the boy you like. Of course you want to kick him in the balls. And of course you say yes.

None of which, of course, prevented Shimmerlace when she was finished from seeing Bruce for precisely what he was: Her throne.

Shimmerlace's Throne

She would have liked to pause. To watch. It had been a long time since a man had been this beautiful and this vulnerable, with his gut splayed out, tan in the light, drooling from his mouth, hair tousled on the mat. But the crowd was starting to chant, and Bruce's cock wouldn't stay hard forever.

So Shimmerlace lowered herself on Bruce's face. "I think I'd like your cock..." she said, gently, as she began to thrust her hips against his face. "...To enjoy the sweetest oral fuck he's ever known, Brucie, while I queen my royal lips on your sweet devil's face." Her lips enveloped her cock. Bruce's cock. The one and only, special. His.