Food For Immortals (Ionia and Lacramioara Albescu vs Ishigami Yuto)

[DSX93]

Ishigami Yuto had some life in him yet, and a surprising show of ground grappling to go with it. He moved quickly, shooting a hand into place to seize Lacramioara's wrist before she could lock his head beneath her arm and mounting her legs before she could move them. Guillotine denied.

It was a good move for a singles match, or a handicap match where only one partner could be in play at a time. But with both of them active? Ionia was tempted to intervene right then and there, show him the folly of taking one opponent to the ground when he still had another to worry about. But...It has been months since her last proper match; she wasn't counting the "contest" she had against Rai Kamiya last week. And although this was still play, they are in the field.

So she stood back and observed. Lacaramioara trained religiously, but training and competition are two different beasts no matter how closely one tries to connect the two. Or at least, when it's being done sensibly.

Ishigami gained the mount, but gave it up just seconds later. Lacramioara gave up the headlock in turn, instincts kicking in when she felt herself between his legs, which wrapped around her waist to establish that familiar closed guard. Through it all, he'd only gripped at her wrist to stave off that immediate danger. Her dress offered plenty to grab at, which Ionia was quick to point out when she'd designated it as her choice of ring gear. That the brunet hadn't tried to get at any of that real estate suggested that he wasn't aware of the plentiful options that he had at his disposal here.

Her free hand reached out for a place on one of his pecs, the other moving to find its rest on his hip. Her red eyes drank in his shirtless form. She adjusted her position as slyly as she could,

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keeping it low on the mat so as not to press against his nethers, but more against his butt.

"Chiseled like you were crafted from stone and magicked into flesh..."

The hand on his pec gave it a loving squeeze as she turned her hip and pulled back slightly. Just until the ankles at her back told her that she'd filled the gap that had previously existed between them.

"Beautiful."

Intimacy and a honeyed tongue. Distractions that Alix had taught her.

Lacramioara then brought her other hip back to break his posture, moving fast to bring a knee down atop his leg to prevent him from pulling her into guard again. Feeling that she could be daring here, Lacramioara went straight for full mount instead of making the safer pass to side control.

[Lico]

Yuto might have practiced some wrestling moves, but most of the time he rarely got the opportunity to actually use them, given the nature of his matches. And so, even though he was able to somehow prevent Lacramioara from locking him, ultimately he's only delaying the inevitable. While he's still struggling to control her, the woman maneuvered to break free from his hold, which wasn't particularly firm to begin with.

What's more surprising, at least to him, was what came after next.

Before he could react much, his opponent sprung and mounted him, using her weight to pin him down against the mats. Yuto gasped and bucked himself under her, his hands trying to push her as well. He tried not to make it easy for her to subdue him, but just how long could he maintain his defiance, especially with Ionia being able to join in whenever she wanted to?

"U-uh... damnit..."

[DSX93]

Well, that didn't take long.

"That was a nice try, barbat chipes." Lacramioara looked down on her prey with a predatory smirk. As she took the mount, things ended up aligning quite nicely. That is to say, her hot nethers against his. Coming so close, but kept so far by the layers of cloth that contained them. And she started a slow, back and forth grind that would no doubt bring that to the very from of Ishigami's mind, soft hands laid down on his muscular chest.

"And here you are yet again, in..." She let out a deep exhale through the nose, the heat of the grind against his loins spreading through her. "Say it."

[Lico]

"Nnnhh...!" As Lacramioara began to move back and forth, grinding her covered crotch against his wet bulge, Yuto's resistance began to ooze away from him.

He still tried to resist it at first, bucking himself off a little in an attempt to dislodge her. In the end, all he ended up doing was thrusting himself against her more than anything else. Even though Lacramioara was just about her size, it was her smart positioning that allowed her to keep him grounded. And then, as if he's wired for it, the words slowly left his mouth.

"...y-your... uh... c-clutches..?" he spoke rather quietly, but even then was enough to send a tingling sensations into his spine.

[DSX93]

That sudden thrusting of his sheathed manhood directly against her own sex sent a similar jolt up Lacramioara's spine and drew a sharp gasp. "O-oh!" Her cleavage made an alluring sight, jiggling every time she came down on the hips that lifted her up. She moved to keep her posture the first time, leaning forward and planting her hands above either side of his head, her positioning putting her chest right in Ishigami's face, mere inches away from providing him some pillowy delight. Or a potential smothering.

His resistance was short-lived. For two reasons in particular at that moment, she was certain. When he stopped, she sat upright again, raising her hands from his chest and bringing them back down to clap hard into his pecs. The resultant sting would be one that lasted. A quick something to re-establish who was in charge here, that smirk reappearing on her face as she looked down at him. "So eager. And so am I. But you've forgotten where you are, and how this works."

Lacramioara would put more into her hips when she resumed the "dry" humping. But could it be considered that now? At this point, neither of them were dry. Panties that were getting increasingly soaked by the second with her juices, mashing against underwear that had been filled with his. Slow and hard, bringing them so close together that she could almost feel the flesh of his rod grinding along her pussy lips. Against that wonderful bundle of nerves on top. Heavier breaths were something that couldn't be held back, but she would keep a cool head in spite of the fire that was spreading through her body.

"You...do not control the pace. You do not...decide...how we...fuck."

"Fuck." The word was almost forced out, as though its presence was an alien one to the refined lady's vocabulary. And here, Ionia would step in. She could spectate no longer. And what would she do? Given the circumstances, it seemed that the obvious move was to take a seat on their opponent's face. Get some pleasure of her own.

And she would. In time. For now, it wasn't hers, but that of her Mistress. The leader of The Coterie would dutifully lower herself to her knees right behind Lacramioara, reaching around to claim two nice handfuls of her. Sweet moans would her reward, her wife leaning back and further into her arms, head tilted to the side to expose her neck to the kisses and little nibbles that she knew were coming her way.

Ionia would stop for only a moment to regard Ishigami and continue from where Lacramioara left off in her statement. Their statement. "That is for the two of us to decide. Not you."

And Lacramioara? She didn't stop. She hardly missed a beat. "Now, say it. Where are you?"

"...Y-your... uh... c-clutches..?"

"Good. I suggest that you don't make her repeat herself again. And also that you hold out until my darling wife is finished. You do owe her."

And with that, her darling wife would resume a proper posture on top of him, hands clapping down on his muscular chest again before she put even more into it. Hot, fast, and hard, just to test the man. The original intention was to grind him into another orgasm, but now that Ionia had mentioned it...Why not focus on herself here?

A question that had been raised by the constant, heavenly friction to her clit. It wasn't long before Lacramioara subscribed to her train of thought, allowing those waters of incredible sensation to take her. Freely releasing moans as she brought him down with her. Who would drown first?

[Lico]

It seemed that Yuto''s resistance unintentionally produced a more significant result than what he expected, judging from Lacramioara's reaction. He gulped a little as her breasts were hovering just above his face, causing him to pause a little as well. The boy couldn't even consider it as a small victory, though, since she quickly upped her game to tame him.

Lacramioara quickly reestablish her control through her hard grinding, making him unable to try bucking off like a rode horse again. He was a little surprised himself at how her attitude seemed to shift for a bit, and then, Ionia made sure that he wasn't forgetting about her by joining the fray.

"Uuughhh..." Yuto had a witty comeback in his mind, but Ionia's tone sort of warned him not to do it.

He panted harder, getting further aroused by the continuous grinding. Even if he wanted to hold out, it felt like the decision ultimately lied with his opponents, just like they said. Lacramioara was the one setting the pace here, and if she kept going, then there'd only be one outcome of the situation, regardless of his effort. At the very least, he could try restraining himself from humping her to not make the matter worse for himself.

"O-oohh... nnnghh...!"

[DSX93]

"Yes..." Lacramioara had closed her eyes, throwing her head back to rest on Ionia's shoulder. "Oh yes..."

The crowd's roars coincided with her and Ishigami's mounting ecstasy, building in intensity steadily, then rapidly in accordance with the increasingly needy pace of the Romanian's hips, hurried even further along when her dress was pulled down at the chest, exposing her to the world, and her erect nipples to Ionia's skilled fingers. A pinch here, a twist there, just the right amount of pressure applied to her breasts in general -- she had all the right moves and their proper timing down pat. A perfect recipe for a perfect trip to Crazyville.

But there was one problem, and unfortunately, it would prove to be big enough to yank Lacramioara's head from the depths.

So skilled was she as a lover, so observant, with her sex pressed so tightly against the lonely man's that it was impossible for her to miss his progress towards the finish line. Ishigami was twitching so much underneath her, his heated panting telling just how far ahead he was. There was no small amount of frustration in her eyes following the effort she had to make to stop.

"You..." Lacramioara spoke between breaths. "You were doing...so well. I was...so close!" She held a hand out, with her index finger and thumb coming as close as one could bring the two without them touching. "So close!" She then readjusted her dress, packing those magnificent breasts away from view.

Ionia fixed him with a cold glare as she asked her, "How shall we set this right, dear? Your peak, ruined in spite of fair warning, your choice of punishment."

"Pune-l pe genunchi."

Ionia was on it the moment Lacramioara had stepped over to the side, taking control of his legs through wrapping his ankles underneath her arms like she was going for a Boston Crab. Not quite. Instead of taking a seat on his back, she'd lower herself to a supine position on the mat, with Lacramioara providing assistance to ensure that Ishigami ended up nowhere but

Once he was set up as desired, she'd make a chair of his chiseled abs, bringing Hell to his lower back's doorstep as he was crushed between her rump and Ionia's knees.

One leg crossed over the other, with a hand setting down over his package. No squeezing, no movement, nothing.

Translation

"Pune-l pe genunchi." -- "Set him on top of your knees."

[Lico]

Yuto was surprised as he felt Lacramioara stopped. She was seemingly quite lost in her pleasure to, so why? It turned out they didn't fancy him finishing first, or so he deduced from what the smaller woman said. Of course, they're also making it as if it's his fault, when they were the ones doing most of the stimulations. Not like he could argue as his fate was already set in stone the moment he entered the ring.

Punishment. He's not going to like what's coming next wasn't he? At least he was already too aroused to even think about resisting as Ionia got ahold of his legs and arranged him in a new position. The taller woman raised his back and put it onto her knees, and sort of forced him to use his hands to bridge himself. Before Yuto could even guess what his opponents were going to do, he felt Lacramioara's weight on his stomach, making a sandwich of his midsection.

"Nnggh...!" the boy groaned, but then twitched as Lacramioara's hand grasped his bulge.

There was no stroking or anything as it seemed like she's content just feeling his hardon pulsating against her hand while he could barely squirm. This was quite a punishment, he had to say. A decent mixture of pain and pleasure, keeping him aroused, but not to the point it'd go too far.

"G-ghh... t-this is... arg...!"

[DSX93]

"Just a little something to cool you down." Lacramioara continued, finishing Ishigami's sentence for him. After a few breaths that would do the same for her, she would speak again. "Now, I don't want you to misunderstand..." Her red eyes would shift from his lower body to the upper, looking down at him. His tortured positioning would render him incapable of meeting her eye, but she'd face him the best one could from her place of comfort atop her makeshift chair anyway.

"I do want you to cum. You made such an adorable face the first time you exploded in ecstasy. Such magnific sounds; they flow so freely past your lips. It's music to my ears." She'd do these little bounces on top of him, lifting her hips an inch or a few from his body each time. Updown-updown-updown. Motions that would effectively grind his spine down against her wife's knees. A few seconds' worth at a time, keeping a gripping, but otherwise unmoving hand on him all the while. "But that dance was for me to lead."

"And here is where you beg for the chance to resume it."

[Lico]

Yuto wasn't sure about the cooling down part, given the position of Lacramioara's hand on his throbbing crotch, but there was some pain to keep him from being too excited at least. With how aroused he was before this, it might not be too much of a surprise if he could cum just from feeling her hand on his covered, aching member, if there wasn't the balancing factor.

To say it was a torturous position would be somewhat of an understatement. Lacramioara's movement made his sandwiched form being grind between her ass and Ionia's knees, while the rubbing sensation of the smaller woman's ass and her hand on his crotch were making sure he was around the edge. Ionia's hint was taken pretty well by the boy who could barely think straight at this point.

"P-pleeasee... nnnghhh...! Please m-make me cumm...?" he pleaded between his moaning and groaning.