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

[DSX93]

They hadn't missed once. Do vampires ever, the sex gods that they are? Ishigami was just adorable, looking so coy about the potential scenario, but that it might actually be made a reality...Well, his dick was telling them all they needed to know about what he thought of it. They were loving how it reacted to what was fast becoming a trigger phrase of sorts. People like him made some of the best playthings, but were also among the rarest, sadly. Precious little has made them feel sexier than a subject who can be talked off.

They'd share a conspiratorial chuckle.

"I know Alix would agree."

"And I imagine Gloria would as well. Did you see how impressed she looked at the shot he fired when she smothered him?"

Lacramioara nodded and returned her attention to him..."It's one of the reasons why we chose you. Such potent, delicious seed." Biting her lip as the fire began to stir in her once more.

"Calm yourself now, my dear. You've had your turn with him."

"I know, my Queen." She'd begin, never taking her eyes off of him. "But he's so virile."

"Worry not. The two of you will get to play again." Her red eyes would also fall to Ishigami's supine form. In them would be a challenge, already spoken before she could put it into words. "Assuming you continue to prove your worth. After all, if you can't last long enough to please my lovely wife and I, what chance do you stand against the four of us?"

Lacramioara knew what that meant. "A fair point. I look forward to a fine showing of endurance, Cățel." She'd lean in to give him an peck on the cheek and a sweet smile, offering him a hand up after rising to her feet. The literal pet name got a more lighthearted laugh out of Ionia, who simply stood up and stepped over to the center of the ring.

"Up and at 'em..."Puppy." She would allow a brief pause so the translation could settle in. "I want another round of wrestling. Just you and me. And I must stress this suggestion in particular: Do make a good show of it. She reserves 'Cățel' for the men she really likes."

Ionia assumed a ready stance and waited for Ishigami to face her.

[Lico]

"Ack..." Yuto looked rather embarrassed as Ionia brought up a moment from his match against his goddess, Gloria.

As much as it was delightful to the point he twitched again while remembering that scene, it also kind of embarrassing when others mentioned about it to him. He's also quite curious on what's their relationship with Alix and Gloria, considering they seemed to know the former quite well, at the very least. In any case, now he couldn't really get the thoughts of having the four of them ganging on him out of his head. It was then that Ionia brought him back to earth, and the ring in particular.

Yuto blushed as he felt Lacramioara's kiss on his cheek, and timidly accepted her help to get up on his feet. The short break was more than welcomed after what he went through, but his legs were still a little shaky. His ears then perked up as Ionia translated the last word her partner said, and his face flushed again. Another twitch down there as well. These two beauties really had both his mind and body wrapped around their fingers.

"O-okay..." the boy raised up his arms and slowly made his way towards Ionia.

He avoided a direct confrontation with her before due to their size differences, but in the end it only seemed to show just how outclassed he was by his opponents. And now, he had no choice but to tussle around with the taller woman, in his already depleted state. At the very least, he only had to do what he's been doing through his whole wrestling career: endure.

Yuto decided to take the initiative rather than having Ionia march onto him and steamroll him completely with her superior strength. He'd get closer to the woman, then lower himself so he could grab one of her legs. The plan was to then slip one of his own behind Ionia's other leg to trip her backwards, which could make a spectacular sight... assuming it worked. Otherwise, it'd look like he's just hugging her leg clumsily like a clingy puppy.

[DSX93]

Ishigami certainly wasn't lacking in valor. Two spectacular, draining orgasms, but he still takes the initiative. Lacramioara backed away into a corner and got herself settled into the role of spectator.

In terms of technique, it was a decent shoot that could have been a good one. Ionia could see that he knew the proper technique for this particular single-leg takedown. What kept it from being good was that post-nut sluggishness. The Master Technician put pragmatism aside and took his charge head on. No sprawling, but she would apply some of her knowledge of how to fall. Leaning into the tackle to take some of the oomph out of that forward momentum, making it easier to secure a stable landing on her butt. One that would produce some eye-catching movement in her chest. She reached down towards the mat with one hand, while the other claimed a tuft of his light brown hair.

Ionia would give it a tug, making sure that he didn't enjoy his success for long. It was dirty grappling that she wouldn't do normally, but as this was a sexual contest, it would be an alluring kind of dirty that she could justify to herself. A little kinky, more than a little practical; take control of the opponent's head and where they look (and she'd have him eying the ceiling), and upsetting their balance becomes an easier task.

She reached for his wrist to limit his options, but relied mainly on the hair pulling to try to fend him off. An intentionally weakened effort designed to give him a chance. She too was putting on a show for Lacramioara, and there'd be no fun in it if she were to bowl him over at the very beginning.

[Lico]

Surprisingly, Yuto actually managed to take down the larger woman despite his current state. If there was a bet on the outcome of this move alone, most people in the arena probably lost it. However, that seemed to be as far as he could go. Despite Ionia being on her ass, she was still able to exert some sort of control by grabbing his hair as he tried to push her down further.

"U-ugh..." the boy winced, knowing that being dragged along by his opponent wouldn't end up well for him given the physical advantage Ionia had over him.

It was rather curious that she didn't seem to put too much effort rather than trying to steamroll him using her strength. Perhaps she's trying to be a little fairer to him since he's already quite exhausted from his climaxes. In any case, the two of them seemed to be at a stalemate for a short while with Yuto not really sure how to proceed. A part of it was also because his eyes were distracted by the sight of Ionia's breasts that were quite close to his face at the moment.

In the end he tried to pull away from her, while using both of his hands to try loosening her grip on his hair. His offensive plan had failed and now he needed a tactical retreat, if he could.

[DSX93]

As Ishigami struggled, a thought would come to Ionia's mind: Who trained him? Did he have any training at all? Or was he like Alix: More capable than he lets on, but content to keep his true abilities hidden while he competes in softer contests? A question she would save for another time.

Either way, this was going to be a project. As made painfully apparent by how he chose to try to free himself. The moment he pried her fingers from his hair, she simply resumed the hold with her other hand. Then she gave his head a sharp tug in her direction, going a little ways south and into the cleavage his eyes had turned to, bringing her other arm around his shoulder to pull him in even deeper. The flesh he was trapped in would seal his nose and mouth. No air would go in or come out.

While he was occupied with that, she'd give his hair another yank to the side, counting on a little pain compliance to make him shift his weight in her chosen direction. If it worked, she'd press the attack; use the momentum to roll the two of them over.

[Lico]

Yuto's effort to free himself was futile, unsurprisingly. Ionia just pulled him even closer, and this time, pressed his face against her cleavage. He let out a muffled groan and squirmed in her clutch, but the much fresher woman would have no problem to contain the already weakened boy. There's another tug on his head, and as he reflexively leaned towards the direction Ionia pulled him into, he soon felt his world spinning around. When he came to his senses, Yuto found himself already pinned under the taller woman, with her breasts still smothering him!

"Mmmpphh...!" he tried to push her, but of course there wasn't much he could do against Ionia in this position, especially with his current state. He tried to turn his head to the side to give himself a bit more of a breathing space, but for most of the part, his struggle only made his face being rubbed against her chest a little more. "Mmmgggghh..."

[DSX93]

Lacramioara watched on with interest, leaning her body to the side to get a better look at her wife's masterfully sculpted ass in that battle dress of hers. It's an especially fine sight when she's bent over. Knowing that it was being watched, Ionia arched her back and gave it a little shake. Lacramioara gave her bottom lip a lustful -- and cautious -- bite of her bottom lip; taking care to make sure her fangs didn't puncture the skin.

It was all the Black Queen needed for a pick-me-up, and Eveline knew that she needed one. This may be the first Hentai contest they've done as a team in public, but the swingers have had their fair share of private matches. And beyond that, she's spent more than enough time watching her her better half in action to make the signs an easy sight to her eye. The way her eyes lid, that little downward turn at the corner of her lips, to name a couple. Serina's dedication to the craft of wrestling is one of the things she loves most about her. But sometimes she can be too competition-minded for her own good.

And indeed, Ishigami's performance thus far was beginning to dampen Ionia's mood, though she had yet to show it before sensing Lacramioara's amorous eye. And that eye kept it from showing, period. She would make do.

When Ishigami struggled, she'd simply use his hair to keep him under control. And make up for the roughness with a shimmy of her shoulders, brushing her breasts into his face for a brief, enjoyable while before burying him again.

"Why do you persist with these futile efforts? I thought it was established that you enjoyed being in our clutches. Was it not?

[Lico]

Yuto's resistance was already falling apart as he's having difficulty to breath normally. Ionia's scent was invading him, and there's the feeling of her toned form pinning and rubbing against him as well. However, ultimately the magic words from the tall beauty was what made him twitched and paused abruptly. Although the futile struggle was part of the fun for him, it's as if his mind was triggered to feel a false sense of security whenever he heard the phrase by now, at least temporarily.

"Nnngghh..."

Slowly, the struggle would start again, weakly, due of his air being deprived. He didn't really try to push Ionia away, just trying to find himself a little breathing space. Somehow, being trapped by Ionia felt increasingly more comfortable in some parts.

[DSX93]

Ionia could feel Ishigami's breath growing more and more shallow against her buxom. The trigger phrase she and Lacramioara came up with sapped the fight from him for a short, but effective while that left him even weaker than before when the struggle began anew. Nothing indicative of a fight, however.

She wasn't a stranger to wrestling for fun. The vampiric duo have had their share of partners who were into that sort of thing; nothing serious, just an application of holds and maneuvers to make things spicier. But there was a difference between bringing it to the bedroom and bringing it to the ring. And truth be told, Ionia hadn't brought it to a ring since she was in her twenties. And she'd approached competitive erotic wrestling with a very spiteful mentality back then.

She decided to take this as a learning experience, certain that this wouldn't be her last Hentai experience here.

Ionia rose to a seated position on her knees, bringing Ishigami with her, still wedged into her cleavage. Her next move was made with none of the caution that she knew now there was no need for: She swung one of her long, long legs to the side, around him. The momentum she created here would be used to speed over to his back, where she would secure a chokehold that was more performative than anything. Something that would keep him in place, yes, but his air wouldn't be getting cut off to the point where he'd be in any danger of blacking out. Instinct placed her feet strategically at the inside of his legs, keeping him from moving them anywhere she wouldn't have wanted them going normally.

"Mimi, dear?" She'd call out.

"Yes, my Queen?"

"A hand, please." Ionia lifted a foot to signal what it was that she needed help with. Lacramioara moved seamlessly, no more words needing to be said. Ionia's thigh-highs were slipped off in seconds, allowing her to take their plaything between her now bared feet. Slow, tender strokes to measure the life he had left down there, to begin with.

[Lico]

Yuto barely resisted as Ionia pushed him up and turned him around, only gasping for air once his face was released from the woman's bountiful chest. His half dazed state made him barely realized what's going on, until he felt his back against Ionia's breasts, her arm wrapped rather loosely around his neck. It wasn't a full choke, so he just grabbed her arm for a little tug to make it looked like he's struggling against her.

He saw Lacramioara approached them and expected to be double teamed again, but it turned out that she's only pulling Ionia's thigh-highs to reveal the taller woman's feet. Not that the boy could have the time to be disappointed, as Ionia then seized his member between her feet, causing him to jolt a little in her hold.

"O-ohh...!" he moaned and writhed around as she began to stroke his hardening manhood, already forgetting about resisting his opponent.

It just felt so good being in their clutches.