A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Avery almost missed the faint, desperate signal of his tapping on the mattress. The ref, though remaining scarce, signaled for it and caught the blonde's attention. She smirked, savoring the small victory even as she feigned a sigh, one that balanced between satisfaction and mild disappointment. So, she’d found his limit. She had to admit she was a little surprised; she’d expected him to last just a bit longer, but then again, her body wasn't exactly forgiving.

Still, she supposed she could let him breathe. For now.

Leaning forward, she eased the crushing smother-hold. She shifted her weight with deliberate slowness, releasing Yuto’s head as she moved off him. Avery watched him, her lips curling into a faintly amused smile. She tilted her head, amused at the way he stayed there, dazed and pliant, as though still caught in the thrall of her dominance. Then, an idea struck her, a chance to test him in a different way, to see just how far his adoration and submission would go.

Lifting gracefully onto her knees, Avery glanced back at him over her shoulder. The dampness of her skin glistened under the soft bedroom lights, and her powerful figure was framed perfectly in her kneeling posture. She reached up, sweeping a stray lock of hair out of her face, her expression poised somewhere between regal and inviting.

“Well,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “since you’re so eager to please…” She trailed off, letting the moment linger before her lips curled into a smirk. “I’ll give you a choice.”

Her tone softened into something mockingly sweet, as though she were indulging a particularly obedient pet. “You can worship whatever part of me you want.” Her gaze sharpened, a flicker of playful dominance glinting in her eyes. “Within reason, of course.”

She leaned forward slightly, shifting her posture just enough to emphasize the curve of her body as she waited. No orders, no direction. She wanted to see what he’d do when given free rein.

[Lico]

Yuto needed a short while to gather his thoughts while he breathing in and out heavily. His gaze remained fixated on Avery's divine figure, which had captivated both his mind and body throughout the match, perhaps even before it began. She gave him a choice to pick his spot for the next worship session, and that in itself presented him with some serious dilemma.

Having done her feet and ass, he figured she might wanted a different parts of her to be worshipped, not to mention both parts were pretty dangerous for him in his current state. He could feel his bulge throbbing just from the thought of having her ass or feet on his face again, his eyes kept being drawn to those particular parts of hers. Then there's the "within reason" part in her statement, so he figured he had to be careful in what he chose. Freedom, sometimes could be a little problematic, as he found out.

"Uh... umm..." his eyes wandering from her chest, her midriff, her thighs, with a glance on her arms as well.

He gave it some thought, and yet the more he looked at her, the less he could think clearly. He just wanted to feel her body again, a thought that gave him a hint for his answer. Yuto slowly rolled onto his hands and knees and began to crawl towards Avery, his gaze submissive towards her.

"May I worship... your legs, then, Avery-sama?" he asked once he's close to her, the change in the honorific was something out of a reflex.

He did consider her breasts, but her legs seemed more appropriate as she had made him tap with them, and thus he's more obliged to worship them compared to other parts of her body after her derriere and her feet.

[RockRye]

Avery watched Yuto with the faintest curl of a smile playing on her lips, her expression a picture of indulgent patience. She could see his hesitation, his eyes darting along her towering figure as if weighing the enormity of the decision before him. Her sharp, knowing gaze bore into him, unyielding, as though daring him to let the full five minutes pass without making a choice.

She couldn’t fault him entirely. After all, it wasn’t an easy decision. Her fans had always made that clear, stumbling over their words and tripping over their own compliments as they tried to articulate which part of her drew their admiration most. It was a struggle she knew well, and it was one she relished. Avery Merritt was a woman built to inspire awe, and she basked in every second of it.

Still, Yuto's delay was beginning to test her. She leaned slightly forward, her posture as poised as ever but her energy crackling with subtle impatience. "Tick tock, Yuto," she said, her voice low and teasing, the edge of command unmistakable. She let the moment hang for an extra beat, just to twist the screws on him a little tighter, before she added, "It would be a shame to waste all this time."

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a murmur, yet clear enough for her to catch the words: her legs.

Avery's smirk widened, her expression a mix of pride and amusement, as if she had known all along what his choice would be. "Of course," she said, her tone dripping with approval, "A man with taste." With a graceful ease that belied the strength contained within her frame, she lowered herself onto the mattress, folding her thick, powerful legs in front of her.

She crossed them with deliberate care, one over the other, the sheer size and curve of them almost competing for space. Muscles rippled beneath her smooth skin as she shifted into place, the sight alone enough to inspire reverence. She leaned back on her palms, her posture languid but commanding, and cast her gaze between him and her legs, as if silently instructing him.

[Lico]

Yuto gulped as Avery seated herself on the bed, crossing her legs to show off her legs some more. He crawled closer, his eyes fixated on her well toned thighs and calves, not distracted by any other parts of her for the time being. The boy still remembered well the sensation of being crushed by those limbs, which brought a little shiver to his back.

He took the top leg from the cross first, carefully, and started kissing on the shin while his hands massaged her calf. Slowly he went around to pepper her calf with firm smooches as well, then steadily made his way upwards to her thigh. The further he went, the more he felt like his hands and lips were sucked by her leg, sending jolts into him every now and then that made him twitched a little.

As he got closer to her nether region, Yuto couldn't help but to sneak a glance to her crotch, but he quickly reminded himself that his duty right now was to worship Avery's legs. So he moved to the other thigh, repeating his treatment while slowly making his way downwards to reverse the process. Once more, the boy was losing himself in his servitude, not paying attention to anything else but her legs until he reached her other shin to complete the journey. The referee seemed to be content to let him do both of Avery's legs even if went overtime again.

[RockRye]

Avery reclined back on her palms, her sharp gaze fixed on Yuto as he continued his task. His hands and lips glided over her legs with a blend of reverence and focus, tracing the contours of her shapely calves and thighs. She didn’t miss a single detail, the subtle tension in his jaw, the meticulous way his fingertips explored the firmness of her muscles, or the way his body hitched at the sheer presence of her legs.

He wasn’t inelegant in his movements, and Avery had to give him credit for that. There was a practiced grace to his worship, though she suspected it was less about skill and more about raw enthusiasm. It wasn’t every day a man had the privilege of attending to someone like her, and she knew he was savoring every second.

The five minutes she’d allotted him passed with a deliberate slowness that Avery enforced with her silence. She watched him work, her expression one of measured patience, her posture radiating an air of regal authority. The only time she moved was to occasionally uncross and recross her legs, allowing both to receive their fair share of his attentions.

As his time dwindled, Avery’s mind wandered to her next move. She mused on the best way to end this match, her thoughts cycling through potential scenarios. Each option promised its own satisfaction, but she knew there was only one way to truly make this moment hers, to have him ask for his own doom.

She allowed him an extra few seconds before her legs suddenly shifted. The motion was quick and decisive, like a predator striking its prey. Her thighs parted wide, resembling the gaping maw of an alligator, before snapping shut again around his head. He was caught just above her knees, his cheeks pressed firmly between her powerful legs. She didn't squeeze, merely trapping him there.

As she maintained her hold, her hand reached down, one long nail tracing a slow, deliberate circle around one of his nipples. The movement was as teasing as it was commanding.

“If you could choose your demise at my hands…” she purred, her voice low and sultry, carrying the weight of her dominance, “what would you choose?”

[Lico]

Yuto was too focused on the worship that he reacted slowly when she opened her legs. By the time he realized that the match was still going, his head was already trapped by her toned limbs. She only held him there, and so even though his hands instinctively reached for her ankles, he didn't try to pull them away just yet. Then he felt her finger rubbing his nipple, causing him to twitch and wriggle slightly. The question that came afterwards made the boy paused, his eyes gazing at hers as if she's looking straight into his soul.

"T-that's... uh..." he didn't answer straight away, but didn't hesitate as much as when he was asked about which part of hers he wanted to worship back then. "...either your ass... or your feet... on my face..." he said with a rather embarrassed look on his face, his eyes glanced away for a moment. "But... I think I'll go with your ass..."

It wasn't easy to choose since her feet had ensnared him earlier. Perhaps, if he ever got another chance to choose again he'd go with it.

[RockRye]

Avery smirked as she watched Yuto squirm beneath her, his hesitation giving way to a more decisive response. It seemed he had come to terms with the inevitable, and she could only assume the thought of being ensnared in her powerful legs again had pushed him to make a choice. And of course, it was the one she had expected.

“Naturally,” she teased, her voice a low purr of amusement as she leaned in closer, her thick thighs tensing on either side of his head. “Not much of a surprise there, is it?”

When he finally croaked out his choice, “ass”, Avery couldn’t hold back the hearty laugh that burst from her lips. The sound was rich and triumphant, reverberating through her body so much that her thighs quivered, jostling his head between them like a trapped animal. To punctuate her dominance and declare her approval, she gave his nipple one last playful tweak.

“Alright then,” Avery said, her tone shifting into something more commanding. “Let’s get to business, shall we? And listen carefully—” She leaned in closer, her lips hovering near his ear as her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “You better be loud with that verbal submission, sweetheart. Tapping? That won’t cut it anymore.”

Without another word, Avery reached down, her hand clapping over his mouth to silence any more thoughts before they could form. Her fingers pressed firmly against his face, holding him in place as she shifted her weight. Her thighs released their grip, but there was no reprieve. Instead, Avery smoothly transitioned, lifting herself up and swinging her hips over his face. Her motion was deliberate, almost theatrical, as she brought her curvaceous form down onto him.

Her asscheek landed roughly against his face, engulfing him in soft, overwhelming flesh for a fleeting moment. She could feel the warmth of his skin against her and the muffled breaths beneath her. Adjusting her position with practiced ease, Avery situated herself more fully, her plush cheeks enveloping his face. The weight of her dominance was literal now, her body pressing him into the mattress as she settled in. She leaned back slightly, hands planted on her hips, and glanced down at him with a look of smug satisfaction.

“Comfy down there?” she teased, grinding her hips ever so slightly to emphasize her control. “I hope so, because you’re not going anywhere until I hear you beg for it.”

[Lico]

Yuto could feel a tingling sensation running through him as Avery laughed out loud at his decision. He could feel her legs vibrating against his head, and the nipple tweak that followed made him twitched.

"Ack...!"

She didn't even give him a chance to reply and quickly transitioned without warning. By the time he realized what's happening, he's already under her ass, his body wriggling helplessly as all he could breathe in was her scent. And yet he's not really panicking. Not yet, at least. This looked like it could be the final act of the so called match, so Yuto wanted to savor it thoroughly.

"Mmmpphhf..." he let out a muffled response, twitching again under her, down there as well.

[RockRye]

Avery adjusted her position ever so slightly, ensuring Yuto’s face was perfectly nestled between her cheeks. She couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at her lips as she looked down at him, or, more accurately, down at the bits of him she could still see beneath her dominating form. Back where he belonged, she thought, the words slipping out of her mouth with an amused chuckle.

“It’s true, you know,” she said aloud to answer her own thought, the lilt of her voice carrying an almost sing-song quality. “Your face fits perfectly here. Though obviously... most do.”

Her tone oozed confidence, and it wasn’t misplaced. The curve and swell of her ass, framed by the minimal fabric of her gear, were both overwhelming and perfectly designed to keep her opponents locked in place. And Yuto? Oh, Yuto was no exception. If anything, he seemed to have embraced his fate rather quickly, with no frantic pushes or flailing legs to indicate a desire for escape. Instead, his head seemed to nuzzle deeper, his nose and mouth probing into the very heart of her dominance as if this was where he had always been meant to end up.

Avery allowed herself to settle fully, letting the weight of her body press down on him with no concern for his comfort or ability to breathe. For several seconds, she simply enjoyed the moment, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she felt him twitch beneath her. The faint vibrations of his muffled breaths and attempts at movement only heightened her sense of control. Her grin widened as she let her gaze wander, finally locking onto one of the nearby cameras.

“Take a look,” she purred, gesturing toward her body with a sweeping hand before pointing at the telltale sign of arousal that was impossible to miss between Yuto’s legs. She prodded the tip of the tent lightly with one fingernail. “All this...” she gave her hips a little wiggle for emphasis, “...leads to that. Every single time.”

She leaned forward slightly, hands resting confidently on her thighs, her eyes locked onto the lens with a challenging stare. “So, to anyone out there watching, whether you’re thinking of wrestling me in a match, a session, or whatever else you dream about, this is your future. Just like Yuto here. Trapped. Helpless. And every bit as excited.”

To drive the point home, Avery began to roll her hips in an aggressive, grinding motion, her weight shifting back and forth as she worked Yuto deeper beneath her. The deliberate movement was rougher now, sending waves of pressure over his face with each push and pull of her body. The camera caught the subtle bounce of her curves as she worked, her form commanding and inescapable.

“Feel that, Yuto?” she teased, her voice dropping into a lower, more intimate tone, though it was still loud enough for the camera to catch. “That’s what happens when you step up to someone who’s made to dominate. And you’re going to stay right there until I decide I’m done with you.”

Avery punctuated her words with a sharper grind of her hips, her body moving with purpose as she reinforced her complete and utter control over the moment.

[Lico]

Avery wriggling her rear while poking his bulge with her finger drew another moan from Yuto, whose lower half jolted slightly at the contact. It's as if he tried to press himself a little further against her digit by reflex, even for just a second longer. When she started grinding her ass on his face, the boy could only squirm under her, the crushing sensations, as well as her warmth and scent were melting his mind slowly but surely.

"Nnngggg...!" and still his moaning barely sounded like protest, and he still didn't try to push her off him or anything.

It'd be futile, of course, and at this point there didn't seem to be any need for him to put up a show of him resisting her anymore. He just needed to last, as long as he could, before eventually submitting to her for good. His bulge twitching and throbbing some more the longer it went, his eyes rolling as he continued to endure heaven and hell under Avery's ass, his toes curling in and out as his suffering and excitement rising at the same time.

"Mmmgghhh... hhnngg...!"

And then, he began to tense up a little. His squirming became more apparent, but not from panicking. His breathing getting heavier, and he arched himself a little as he reached a point where he couldn't really contain himself anymore after everything he went through in this match. The boy let out a long drawn, muffled moan, his hips bucking off once, twice, and then he flopped to the bed again, slightly limping. The lighting in the room as well as the color of his dark pants might help masking the stain on his pants that formed afterwards, but Avery who's on the front seat of what's happening without a doubt would notice it.

"Mmmmbbb..."