L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Thump-thump-thump
His heartbeat is going wild at the moment.

Yasha's hips kept bucking rhythmically against him, the motion creating friction between their lower bodies despite the layers of fabric separating them. Ramza could feel her crotch through his already growing erection, his obscene tool demanding release already.

"Ah—! Miss Yasha, please—!" Ramza gasped out against her breast, his cheeks flushed so deeply. His own body was responding to the stimulation. There was a noticeable tent forming in his wrestling shorts now, impossible to hide.

Despite his protests, his hands continued their frantic exploration, one cupping and kneading her soft breast that's his mouth continued its relentless attention to her sensitive nipple due to her keeping her there. The other moving lower to find someplace to find firm grip to escape. He didn't see his finger tangling with her pantie's ties, undoing the side tie panties after he moved.
He just noticed when his erection felt her bare mound.

“There we go…”, thought Yasha as she had struck gold now. There was Ramza’s weakness, the man pleading for mercy at her hands, as if she was doing something terrible to him… maybe in his eyes it was. However, his body couldn’t lie and the bulge growing inside his pants hinted that he was getting pretty excited and aroused. Moreso, he never relinquished his claim over Yasha’s nipple with his tongue, all while giving her breast a kneading massage that was quite pleasant. But it soon would be over because Yasha was about to change the pace of the match.

First of all, Yasha would use her dominant position to start pushing Ramza’s wrestling shorts down, springing his cock free from its jail of fabric. Then with a seamless movement she hoisted him upwards so he was straddling her midsection. Then, looking at him with a devilish grin, she made apparent what was coming as his erection was just so close to her chest. Her tits were slick with Ramza’s saliva so they were well lubricated and ready, so the Demoness used her hands to wrap her breasts around Ramza’s cock and started moving them in añternating rhythms so he would get the titjob of a lifetime.

"What?! Ah! Wha—?!"

Ramza's eyes went wide as saucers as Yasha pushed his shorts down and released his throbbing cock into the cool evening air of the arena. It happened so fast, he was confused and outwitted. Hundreds of eyes watched as the redheaded demoness positioned herself, then—

"Aaah! W-what are you—?!"

His shaft was suddenly engulfed by warm, slick flesh. Soft. Wet. Moving. Tight. His golden eyes nearly rolled back in his head as the sensation overwhelmed him. The crowd's roar faded to white noise as he experienced his very first titfuck, his cock sliding between Yasha's lubricated breasts with each expert squeeze.

"M-miss Yasha! This is—you can't just—!" he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily with each stroke. His hands flew to her shoulders, bracing himself as pleasure flooded through him. Then finally noticed the piece of cloth snagged on his fingers, now draped on her shoulder.

Is that her panties!?

And with that titfuck that made it look like Yasha wasn’t the one in control Ramza’s undoing was sealed. No matter how proficient the man was in proper wrestling the way his eyes rolled when Yasha started moving her tits around his cock gave away how in terms of hentai he was an absolute pushover. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy what was coming, and Reika was going to enjoy it too. The man squirmed a little and started trying to compose himself but the downslope for him had started and he wasn’t coming back from this no matter how distresses he tried to look. “Quit whimpering. Don’t you get it? Any dude sitting out there would give his right arm to be where you are now…”, she stated, pointing the obvious.

Then Ramza’s hand came at her shoulders in a vain attempt to stop her, and with it came Yasha’s panties entangled. When had he undone the knots? Yasha couldn’t know because she was focused in other stuff but it wasn’t something unwelcome. In fact, she was starting to feel some burning between her legs and with a rival like Ramza that was on his way to the chopping block there were no actual reason to be cautious. “Now that you are got me naked, be the gentleman you claim to be and help a girl out…” As she said this, Reika got Ramza’s hand and got his finger and middle digits in her mouth, lasciviously licking them to make her message even clearer. It wasn’t needed because Yasha was wet enough at that point, but she liked the effect of her lewd actions on Ramza.

"Wh-whimpering?! I-I am NOT!" Ramza protested weakly, even as another wave of pleasure washed through him. His eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to regain some composure amidst the overwhelming sensations. He got calm himself or he'll cum so quickly.
No one needs to see that!

But Yasha was right—hundreds of men in the audience would kill to be in his position right now. The irony wasn't lost on him. Here he was, supposed to be the one dominating this match, and instead he was receiving a titfuck from his opponent while thousands of spectators watched!

"I-I know, I know! But this isn't—ahhn!" His protest dissolved into a gasp as her breasts tightened around his shaft, milking him with practiced precision. His hands gripped her shoulders harder.

Despite his attempts at denial, his body betrayed him. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into her cleavage. The crowds' cheers grew deafening as they see him reciprocate in turn.

Ramza's eyes went wide as saucers as Yasha guided his fingers into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was completely strange yet arousing. His eyes flicked downward, watching his cock disappear between her valleys of flesh they move together.

Then the implications of what she wanted dawned on him, and his face burned even hotter than before.

When she released his fingers with a pop, Ramza's hand trembled slightly as he brought them down toward her breasts. The crowd roared with anticipation, sensing something big was about to happen.

Grasping both beautiful globes of flesh, he began to proactively fuck her tits on his own volition. Red faced maybe but his taking point at this moment.

Ramza could try and deny it as much as he wanted but the truth was pretty obvious. For starters, the golden-haired man was in quite a pinch, losing his mind to pleasure at an amazing rate, his willpower fading as he would fall prey to lust. Yasha’s honeytrap had worked perfectly and all of Ramza’s will to fight had faded into sheer desire and the despair of seeing how he was losing the fight for self-control. He tried to deny it, clench his teeth or close his eyes, but Ramza’s body was slowly betraying him and soon enough he was moaning and thrusting his hips at the redhead’s boobs.

Yasha returned to her bidding, content with herself and almost casually as there was nothing threatening her control over the situation. Ramza began actively fucking her tits but his fingers weren’t going where Yasha had intended them to be, and she made it clear. “You gotta be kidding me. Are you gonna leave me hanging like that? Get those fingers in me, dumbass!”, she scolded him. Was that man that inexperienced he didn’t get her signals?

The sound of flesh slapping against breasts echoed through the ring as Ramza continued his desperate movements, too lost in pleasure to register Yasha's words properly.

"Ahhh! Ah—Miss Yasha, I—I can't—!" he panted, face flushed crimson. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed with need as he thrust his hips faster between her lubricated mounds.

His hands squeezed her breasts tighter, kneading the soft flesh as he chased his approaching climax.

He can feel his cock throb, pre-cum leaking from the tip and mixing with the sweat already coating her chest.

"Please—just—just let me finish and I'll—nggh!"

Ramza's entire body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His cock pulsed violently between Yasha's breasts, spurting thick ropes of cum across her chest and face in powerful streams. The crowd went absolutely wild, chanting his name.

Ramza kept with his thrusting movements without paying heed to Yasha’s demands. There was lust in his voice and in the way he moved, but also absolute despair, as if being driven crazy with pleasure and on the brink of a powerful climax was something he feared and craved at the same time. However, in the midst of pleasure of his upcoming climax Ramza was neglecting Yasha, kneading her breasts instead of giving her the demanded fingering. Soon enough the man started throbbing and oozing pre-cum, his orgasm imminent, and just seconds later he plunged deep into his climax, his cock pulsing and smearing Reika’s face and breasts with his cum. She took it in a dignified manner, then wiped her face with her hand and then on the mat.

Now circumstances demanded for retaliation. Yasha had been generous but neglected. No more. With a sudden move the woman shoved Ramza’s wobbly body so they changed positions, with him on his back and her straddling his chest. “You selfish bastard, couldn’t give a woman some pleasure back, could you?”, she scolded while getting herself on top of his shoulders, her glistening pussy so close to her face. “You’re going to pay me back now. Eat.” Her order was direct and pretty clear now. No more fooling around, no more neglect. She was having her orgasm that night and then they could resume the match.

"Ah! A-ahh—!" Ramza groaned, his cock still twitching and spurting the last remnants of his climax onto her chest and face. His entire body was trembling, covered in a sheen of sweat and his own seed.

He was barely aware of what was happening as Yasha shifted their positions, finding himself suddenly pinned beneath her. His vision was obstructed as she positioned her glistening pussy mere inches from his face.

"What?! E-eat?!" he stammered, his golden eyes widening as the musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Despite his confusion, his instincts kicked in and he leaned forward tentatively, extending his tongue.

Lick.

His pink muscle made tentative contact with her inner thigh first, as if testing the waters. The taste was... not unpleasant. Salty, feminine, with a hint of sweetness.
Might as well try. Spreading her pussy further with his fingers, he began worshiping her pussy with gusto of an amateur.