Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Quite reluctantly Erin rose to her feet. She would have gladly taken a few more moments on the ground but Blaise had other plans for her. Soon pulling Erin in he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and held her tight. At first She had let out a content sigh. It was a hug after all even if it quickly became quite tight. She only had a moment to enjoy the close contact though before the Irish brawler felt her body mashed against Blaise's. He would squeeze the pair together until Erin's chest seemed to be threatening to burst from her bikini. "Nnnng...too tight!" She wined, now wincing.

Blaise of course would not let go and squeezed the tired Erin against him with determination. With his face lingering close Erin was soon looking right into his eyes while the fight was beginning to leave hers. For a moment Erin was lost. The redhead was tempted to just rest her head against Blaise's shoulder and enjoy an embrace. She was jolted back to reality though when Blaise arched back and tried to lift her. The redhead quickly began to squirm, pushing her hands against his waist in protest and trying not to let her body grind too much against his in her attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's that refusal to grind that's going to be her undoing. Blaise is having no such compunctions here, and despite her protest, he keeps the Irish lass secured in that tight embrace

At this point, every corner is touching. His arms being the focal point of the pressure, cinched around her lower back, her bare stomach is mashed and ground in against his sleek abdominals. In either direction, the pressure is only marginally lighter; her breasts rub against his toned pectorals, pushed tight into her, while his hips and that unmistakable firmness, that clear and unavoidable manifestation of desire, grinds against her bikini bottoms and the sensitive body beneath.

Her struggles see no success, and Blaise slowly increases the pressure, muscles flexing around her feminine frame. His head is the one to tilt forward, nose brushing her cheekbone and lips touching the corner of her lips. Each breath is a hard, ragged beat of heat against her skin, each flex of his body against hers somehow more intense and passionate than a bearhug normally contains.

He uses bursts of force intermittent with moments of ease to let her breathe. He doesn't want her unconscious. He wants her conquered in his arms, in a way both primal and sensual, carnal in every sense of the word.

[Noob]

"Hnnnng!" Erin groaned as her body was pressed tightly against Blaise to the point that there was little space between them. Her chest mashed firmly against his while her hips were forced roughly against him.The redhead shut her eyes tight and would try to push against Blaise while she tried to endure the crushing bearhug. Her struggles did little to alleviate the pressure though and it was soon clear that the redhead was struggling.

Each time Blaise flexed Erin would let out another pained groan. She would be allowed moments of relief when he eased up but they were brief and short lived, often followed by another pained gasp from her. "Gaaah f...fuck!" She yelped after one particularly painful squeeze. Eventually Blaise would lean forward, his face brushing against hers. She would slump forward slightly, leaning to the side and resting her head against his.

Erin's body was now glistening with sweat now rolling down her. Erin was a hot mess, her chest heaving up and down as she panted. Of course she wouldn't admit it though. "I can...hug...ALL day." She mumbled, practically whispering into Blaise's ear. In truth despite the overly tight squeeze, Erin was tempted to just let herself enjoy the close quarters. Each time she was forced to grind against her opponent she could feel the friction sending a chill down her spine until she was now left with her face against Blaise.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise has wrestled Erin before. He was into it. She's an attractive girl, after all. And though excessive physical contact is a natural part of wrestling, it's never been this darn charged before. The stakes on the line? Sexually charged. Erin's wardrobe choice? Completely unnecessary and sexually charged. Blaise's tactic? Sexually charged. This very hold? Well.. you get the idea.

His intention was to wear her down, but it's becoming something else. Feeling her body locked to his, hearing her groans and gasps, the way she latches onto him, it's all intoxicating. They're a few thin pieces of material away from intimacy, and every squirm she makes just emphasizes that. But it's when she whispers at him that he shivers against her.

"Maybe you will.. when you're my servant.."

Blaise then does something he hasn't before: he lightly nibbles on the edge of her ear. His tongue barely grazes the skin, and though the hold around her waist loosens to let her breathe and simply hold her, the 'submission hold' clearly isnt over. It's only a different kind of submission.

"Why.. the heck..," he lips at the corner of her jaw and his fingers curl against her spine, "would you.. wear a bikini to this?"

[Noob]

The closeness of the hold was not lost on Erin. The redhead could feel the friction between them with every move and every struggle. With her face flushed bright red, Erin was really struggling to keep herself composed. Her only real complaint about the situation though was that their positions weren't reversed. "We both -huff- know that's not...happening." She managed to say despite growing evidence that she wasn't the one in control of this match.

With Blaise now opting just to tease her, the redhead let out a shaky sigh. For a brief moment her eyes shut tight while she leaned in against him. The embrace was now much less painful and as such she was able to much more enjoy a nice hug. Now taking a little moment to catch her breath she was happy to respond to Blaise's question. "Ughh...shuuut up." She whined with a slight chuckle. "I'm dumb and thought it would be distracting." Erin replied with a sigh. She had seen the tactic work to varying degrees of success before and had hoped she could pull it off.

Erin would eventually try to wrap her arms around Blaise and give her opponent a bit of a squeeze, lightly pressing them tighter if that was even possible at this point. "But hey, if ya don't like it...next match is in a sweater and sweatpants."

[CyanDimitrik]

Was Blaise making a mistake, loosening up enough to let her breathe? In not chasing the proverbial kill? Maybe. But Erin's counter-squeeze wasnt as rough as it could be, and instead, it's turned into something more... affectionate?

From her?

Blaise would be suspicious if he weren't so caught up in the overwhelming sensation of being in physical control of Erin. He exhales a breath of his own at the feel of her leaning and pressing in tighter.

"It's.. plenty distracting.. but the next match is gonna be.. somewhere a lot less public..," Blaise murmurs to her. His hips make a deliberate upward shift against hers, letting that be his punctuation.

His head tilts, unabashedly nuzzling into her cheek. "Ready for more of the rough stuff?," he asks. As much as he doesn't want to let her go, he really wants to pin her.

[Noob]

"Nnnfff..." Erin let out a slight huff as she felt Blaise grind his hips against hers. Given a bit of time to rest though, the redhead wasn't going to let him just get away with that. "Don't be such a perv." The woman teased and would shake her head no to his next question. She wasn't quite ready but she would bet that Blaise wasn't either. So far it had been embarrassing enough getting manhandled by him to begin with, she couldn't let it continue all match. And so now was her chance to get back on the offence where she belonged.

With her arms already around her opponent, she would suddenly squeeze tight. She didn't quite have the strength left to lift Blaise but she figured with some good positioning she could place her feet so that with a good jostle she would trip him to the ground. Of course that wasn't all she had planned. She hoped to fall right on top of him, letting gravity do the work and help her smush her opponent right under her. "Maybe rough for you!" The redhead suddenly responded as she started to put her plan into action.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Says the girl... who wore a bikini... to a wrestling match...!," breathlessly counter-teases Blaise. Where has this agreeable and fun Erin been? Maybe it's the excessive body contact and utterly unrepentant desire to turn this match into an HBO special right before this captive audience, but Blaise is kind of digging her.

Well, less reluctantly, one might say. He already had kind of a hate-crush. Or as close to hate as Blaise could ever approximate.

Suddenly, her arms tighten up on him! He grunts softly, but doesn't shy back. His hands slide over her back, coursing along the sweat-slickened skin as he presses his body tighter to hers. Something about that grapple, the greedy neediness of it...

Oh, she's tripping him.

Blaise unceremoniously topples back, landing square on the mat. But in their grappled state, Erin lands directly atop him as well, earning yet another grunt! The referee drops close, ready to count a pin if it appears to be Erin's plan.

As for Blaise? He steeples a knee, aiming to brush his thigh between her legs, to arch his body upwards into hers. His bright blue gaze is transfixed to her big, Irish peepers, panting open-mouthed.

[Noob]

Erin didn't have time to respond to Blaise before she dropped down right atop him. The redhead let out a huff as she caught her breath. Soon she would push herself up slightly so that she loomed just a few inches above Blaise. Now that she had him where she wanted him she just had to figure out what to do with him. Soon though she let out a quick and sudden yelp as she felt his thigh brushing against hers. "No ya don't. Time to stay down." She responded, an idea finally materializing.

The redhead would soon wrap her legs around her opponent's and try to spread them out. If all went well she would have trapped Blaise in a grapevine which gave her the perfect opportunity to hold him down and start a pin. Flashing him a brief smirk she would press her hips down against his and gently grind against him. She couldn't let his earlier actions go unanswered after all. She assumed Blaise would notice it a lot more than the crowd but judging by a few cheers that seemed to not be the case.

With her opponent pinned Erin would glance over to the referee who soon started the count. "One!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is still staring up at her. Because the mixed message of this match is really screwing with him. It's making him look at Erin as not just an opponent. He wants that sexy Irish lass lying on him. It ain't even subtle. Especially for her.

And when her hips grind to his in that suggestive and deliberate way, it elicits a sharp inhale. His eyes widen a bit further, and his back arches more inti her. "Nnh.. Erin..," he murmurs to her, somewhere between a question and statement. His fingers curl to lightly rake across her back.

The damnedable referee has to start counting and ruining things. The one count flies by. The, "TWO!," is the same. In a panic, he twists just enough to raise a shoulder from the sand - something considerably more difficult than on a mat. But it's just enough to stop the count.

"Nng.. not so fast..," he says. Less a snark, and more a request. Oh, this match and what it's doing to him.