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

[DSX93]

And you'd best believe that they noticed it.

Lacramioara giggled at the sight of him, leaning forward to allow him another fine view down her dress. "He's fully ours now, my Queen."

"He was ours from the very beginning. A bit of a shame, however: Perhaps I should have wrestled him more at the start. I believe all the fight he had in him ended up in our hands. And your panties."

"Forgive me, my Queen, but I don't regret that one bit. And I don't think Ishigami minds, either." Her red eyes shifted from her wife to their opponent. "Do you?"

Regardless of how he answered, it was about time to enter the next phase. It was a simple process with their pleasure: Give, take. Give, take. Ionia wasn't about to break the routine to allow him to be on the receiving end two times in a row. She'd been waiting patiently for her turn, and now that he was standing at attention once more, it was her time.

And so the footjob came to an abrupt end. She scooted back to release him from the hold and rose to her feet, maintaining a handful of his light brown locks, but only until she was standing. "Come along, Ishigami." She started towards a corner...then stood just to the side, gesturing towards it with an expectant look.

[Lico]

He shook his head timidly at Lacramioara's question, agreeing with her. Perhaps Ionia was right. He was theirs from the beginning even if he hadn't realized it. He didn't mind the outcome of this encounter regardless how it went for sure.

A little groan escaped his lips as Ionia stopped stroking his twitching rod, but he's aware that he had no say in the matter. He was theirs after all, for them to use and toy around as they pleased.

Yuto shifted himself onto his hands and knees as Ionia began to move. Whether it's fatigue or something else, the boy followed her to the corner on all four, like a puppy answering his owner's call.

"N-nnh..."

[DSX93]

"Good boy." Ionia was pleased to turn around and see that he was already following her without needing to be told. In her book, that called for a reward. And while she hadn't competed in Hentai matches in years, she's been keeping up with the goings-on in various promotions. Lucha Libre Erotica, Sexual Wrestling Alliance, North San Francisco Wrestling, and of course, her old stomping grounds in the Erotic Combat Club. So she had a few ideas.

And one that he really ought to like.

She stood over him, legs spread to place her feet at either side of his legs. Back turned, ass level with his face. Her leotard would be slipped to the side, exposing a wet, well-trimmed pussy to the world. A juicy sight that had Lacramioara licking her lips. The two maintained that mutually core deep eye contact that only lovers could hold, the kind that contained entire conversations.

With pale hands gripping the ropes to either side of her, and long, leather-clad legs moved just behind the bottom ropes, Ionia

into the corner, past the point of a stinkface to make as much of a seat of Ishigami's face as she could. Far enough to place her womanhood within his reach.

And then she'd say one single word: "Lick."

[Lico]

Ionia's praise made Yuto blush and twitch down there, and he seated himself on the corner. He gazed at the taller woman with anticipation as she positioned herself in front of him, feeling another twitch as Ionia slid her leotard aside to expose her womanhood. A shivering wave washed over him as she sat on his face, prompting another reaction from his member, and her command was quickly followed with the lapping of his tongue, just like an eager puppy jumping on his treat.

"Mmmhhh... mmmhhh...!"

He started mildly, not too slow since he felt like Ionia would prefer that more given that she hadn't been given as much attention as Lacramioara. Gradually he'd pick up his pace, before altering between the slower and faster ones. Meanwhile his shaft had been throbbing almost non stop, and one could only wonder whether he'd make a mess of himself just like when he did with Gloria from a similar situation.

[DSX93]

Now this was what she needed. Ionia's womanhood received the touch of his tongue with open arms, sending those same waves through her with every run across her nether lips. She settled even further into her makeshift seat, engulfing Ishigami's face in between the pale cheeks she'd give a shake for the roaring crowd's approval. Just for a few seconds before settling back into place so the man beneath her could continue his fine work.

His match with Gloria clearly wasn't the only time he'd been made into a masturbatory throne, and the pace he'd chosen to begin with spoke of a keen eye for a woman's needs. No "getting to know you" phase. It wasn't necessary. Just his tongue slithering into her folds, touching at her sweetest spots and making her shiver with gratification.

"Oh, yes." The words were a soft, pleasant sigh. "Oh, yes..."

Sensing that they both might soon be in need of assistance, Lacramioara finally came forward from the sidelines. But she couldn't just walk over there. A show had to be made of this. And so she lowered herself to hands and knees, crawling her way to the pair. Slowly, and with intent. Like a wild animal stalking its prey.

With Ishigami buried in vampire ass, he would have only his ears to tell him of her approach. That is to say, only Ionia.

"Oh..." Lacramioara had that look in her eye. A very dangerous look that made her shudder, a little more theatrically than normal thanks to Ishigami's ministrations. "...dear."

"I'm so sorry, my Queen." No, she wasn't. Her hungry eyes fell to Ionia's leaking, needy pussy. "But it calls to me. And I must answer."

"W-wait!"

The plea went unanswered, so weak, that it might as well have been an invitation. A second later, Lacramioara's merciless tongue joined Ishigami's in lapping away at her, tending, attacking -- Ionia couldn't decide which was true of the marvelous combination of both -- those spots the man happened to miss. Namely, that bundle of nerves that his mouth wasn't lined up well enough to touch at in the depth that would really drive her crazy. Her lips encircled them and suckled, her tongue teasing, circling, and running over it just the way she liked.

"Sssss....!" She'd meant to tell her to stop, but she knew -- she just knew -- that would accomplish nothing but make her look like a weak leader. There was nothing she could do here but grit her teeth and take it. The crowd watched on with delight at the turn of events. Had Lacramioara switched sides? If so, why?

Whatever the answers were, it made for a damn good show. Ionia held onto those ropes like her "life" depended on it, squeezing so hard, she grew even whiter in the knuckles. With both Lacramioara and Ishigami working her over, it wouldn't be long before...

"Oh! OHH!!!" Ionia set a trembling hand out to lay atop Lacramioara's head, but it would do little else. The rest of her body sank even further into the corner, as though in retreat from the Romanian's mouth. In the process, Ishigami would find his airways being sealed tight. And alas, there was no retreat to be found. The Sanguine Rose was relentless, even in her moments of mercy. She stopped just one lick short of pushing her too far, and that was the real torture.

Lacramioara loosed an evil laugh into her. Its muffling would keep the fact that this reaction was exactly what she was shooting for known only between the two of them. Even "worse", even that threatened to send her over the edge. But no. She'd wait until she was cooled down just enough to bring her to the brink again. And again. Dangling relief right in her face, but never giving it, working her body like a master puppeteer. Wielding her like a sword against their opponent, with the assault against her increasingly, to the point of being almost painfully sensitive pussy driving her to perform what may have been one of the deepest stinkfaces LAW has ever seen.

[Lico]

Yuto had no idea of what's happening since he was too occupied with pleasuring Ionia. He did sense movement in the mats, but initially he only thought that Lacramioara was just moving around to get a better view or something. Ionia's reaction slightly alerted him, and from the look of it, the taller woman seemed to start losing her composure. Was it because of his stimulation? He wouldn't rule it out, but somehow it felt unlikely.

Lacramioara must have been doing something, which he soon figured out as he felt her tongue joining him on Ionia's wetness. Just like the crowds, he didn't understand this development, but it also didn't really change what he had to do. And so he kept lapping his tongue on Ionia's pussy, until he couldn't anymore due to the taller woman kept sinking onto him from her partner's assault. All while savoring the sensations of the woman's rear mashing against his features some more, which also pushing him towards his heights of pleasure.

"Mmmhhfff...! Mmmpphh...!" he still tried to reach out with his tongue, like a desperate puppy who wanted to please his mistress, but the position made it impossible for him to do so.

At one point, it felt like Ionia was getting close, but somehow she didn't reach the finish line. It happened again and again and each time the taller woman ended up pressing her rear further onto him. He was at his limit as well. He's been writhing around helplessly under her, struggling to breathe while his raging hardon were threatening to burst any seconds now. None of his opponents was even paying attention to him, and that only seemed to push him further. Eventually, the boy began to tense up, his hips bucking off slightly, and then his shaft spasmed and spurted its load while he moaned loudly into Ionia's rear, sending waves of vibrations into her.

"Mmmmmgghhh...! Mmmmhhfff...!!"

[DSX93]

Straw, meet the camel's back. The pressure was mounting. Those familiar electric waves were coursing from her core and crashing all over, and was on the rise in her throat. Ionia gritted her teeth and clapped a hand over her mouth to hold it back, her pale face turning a shade of red. The Black Queen's legs began to quake before her entire body tensed with her resolve. Not to stop what was coming; it was finally too late for that. This was about maintaining at least some sense of decorum; it wouldn't do for her to be losing control and crying out like a common harlot.

But of course, Lacramioara would not let that task be anything less than Herculean. Her Queen was defenseless: She didn't dare take the one hand from her mouth and risk letting the world hear how lovely her screams are, and she was bent too far forward to reach out with the other while keeping her balance. It was the perfect time to attack her most sensitive spots in the most dangerous way. Talented mouth on her clit, sliding two fingers into her deceptively accommodating entrance to reach up and tickle her...right there.

Their eyes met, and the cameras nearby caught their silent exchange.

"Oh no. No, no, no!" Thought Ionia.

"Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Thought Lacramioara.

That already shaky foundation of Ionia's went straight to Hell, threatening to descend all the way to its deepest, hottest reaches. And with her cries muffled, she wouldn't have sounded much out of place; like a captive being tortured. Those two were killing her: Lacramioara with her intentional ministrations, and Ishigami with the damn moans, which persisted through the sprays of her peaking. And with Lacramioara pushing and licking and suckling and fingering her back, she couldn't escape. If that little devil was trying to create more work for the ring crew, she was certainly pulling that off, with how deeply wedged they were into the corner. The sight was almost comical.

Those long legs were well on the way to having had enough, and her feet started to slip from underneath her. Yet another variable for Ionia to try to divide her focus on. She was a strong woman: Strong of body. Strong of mind. Strong of will. She fought and fought and fought in that effort to maintain whatever smidgen of composure she could, and in the end...

Her eyes rolled into the back of her lightening head. With such overwhelming pleasure came a fast-spreading weakness that toppled her, into Lacramioara's waiting arms. The Romanian slowed her fall, setting her down gently and turning her onto her back. The referee stepped forward, looking as confused as many in the crowd. She wasn't out-out, not unconscious. But the quivering mess that was left of her made it clear that she wasn't going to be doing anything else for the rest of this match.

Lacramioara's turned to one of the cameras at ringside, donning a sheepish smile with a mischievous glint in her eye that said that she wasn't sorry for any of what she'd just done. But the empty words would be offered anyway, when her eyes then turned to the white-haired woman. "Sorry, my Queen."

Okay, maybe she was sorry for some of it. Namely what Ishigami had ended up shooting up onto her chest when she leaned further forward. It wouldn't have presented the best picture of her level of competency to those tuning in just now.

Lacramioara's focus then shifted to him. Speaking of pictures, the man was one of sheer exhaustion. But...

But...

It seems his spirit is still willing. That settles it; Ishigami Yuto is their Doll. Queen of the Queen's decree.

She crawled over to him. Slowly, with her amorous intent clear and another fine view of her cleavage presented to keep him on board. Once she was close, she'd take his legs underneath her arms; a little bit of technique used in place of the strength she lacked to pull him back to the center of the ring before getting on top, her dripping sex hovering just over his. "One more, Ishigami." Her voice was soft. Encouraging, even. "Please me one more time, and I'll give you the peaceful slumber you seek." With a hand keeping him in place, she brought herself lower, lower...there goes the tip, causing her breath to hitch in her chest.

Lower.

Inch by inch. She received the rest of him with a pleasured sigh, relishing every single second.

[Lico]

Yuto couldn't see what happened above him, but he didn't really need to. Ionia's writhing already gave a lot of hint, and her muffled voices more of less told everyone present that she finally reached the heights of ecstasy and beyond. She was sinking further onto him until Lacramioara took her away from the corner. The breathing space was much needed, and he gasped and panted heavily with a groggy expression.

A quick glance on his opponents gave a curious picture. Ionia was downed, and it certainly wasn't because of him, at least not completely. Was it just a moment of passion between the two that made Lacramioara did what she do to her partner? In any case it's not like this changed things too much even if Ionia was out, since Yuto was also moments away from fainting himself.

Lacramioara sure noticed how weakened he was and took full advantage, dragging him towards the center of the ring, before positioning herself on top, lining her wetness above his semi hard member. Just the sight alone was starting to inspire his manhood to regaining its vigor again, and as his tip touched her slit, he jolted slightly from the sensation on his now sensitive shaft.

"A-aah...!" he moaned, his eyes half pleading to Lacramioara, which probably would ignore it. "W-wait... it's sensi-hnngg...!" his half hearted protest ended up with him wincing as she only lowering herself further, devouring what's left of his excitement. "Aaaahhnn...!"

[DSX93]

"It feels just right..."

Their coupling began with slow circular movements. Considerate of Ishigami's sensitivity, with intent to allow him to acquaint himself with her as much as she was with him. He more than she; Ishigami was...an easily accommodated guest within her walls. A touch shorter than average. It allowed her a better opportunity to test the work she'd done with her pelvic muscles, but she wouldn't apply it now.

Lacramioara's hands reached for his wrists, lifting his hands to her breasts. Hers would float over them, and make him squeeze her, sending jolts of pleasure that traveled to her core, eliciting a moan that was just as deep. "Doesn't it?" And threw her hair back, curls flying behind her shoulders with all the grace one would expect out of a love scene in a movie. This match was over. She knew it. Ionia knew it. Their increasingly boisterous audience knew it. And certainly, even if it was only deep down inside, Ishigami knew it.

All that was left was for his body to play catch up. But it would be done on her terms.

The circle became a straight line, back and forth, with a smooth, almost practiced pace building in accordance with the flame inside. Lacramioara shut her eyes, and with the darkness came enhanced sensation. Her body encased in that familiar warmth, his sweet, tortured cock rubbing against her folds in the best way...

"Oh, yes..."

Releasing his wrists, she'd lean forward, laying her body flat against his. Chest to chest, bringing her lips down to meet his. Moaning into his mouth as her tongue slipped between his lips to search for his. The crowd started to fade away, becoming mere background noise. Her focus was entirely on him. Feeling him.

She paid particular attention to the mind-melting enmeshment of their loins. How he'd twitch inside of her. Too much, and she'd slow down. "Not yet!" Or stop, if she had to. "Not yet..." It was his turn, but she was greedy. "You will..." She would tell him through the moans, "Not...! Cum until I do!"

Part of this was deliberate torture. There was much pleasure to be found in observing his struggle. Watching him trying to fight to stay alive as the pleasure overwhelmed him. It was the sweetest agony.

Eventually, that overwhelming force would find its way to her, igniting a switch to vertical ministrations. She needed impact. Hard impact that filled the ring with the sounds of slapping flesh, every meeting of their hips sending waves crashing through her svelte form, flooding her brain completely and utterly, until sheer animalistic instinct took the reigns and drove her to fuck him harder. Faster. Until the tension became too much to bear.

Lacramioara cried out, her arms wrapping tightly around Ishigami's shoulders. Her hips continued to grind, obeying her primal directive to seek out every last ounce of pleasure she could, rising to a second peak. Only then would she satiated, at last. Her body quaked from the aftershocks, the power of the moment leaving her breaths heavy, juices flooding Ishigami's crotch.

[Lico]

Lacramioara obviously wasn't going to listen to his plea, a part of him knew that much. His protesting moan only seemed to encourage her to go through with her desire, although in fairness, she still made sure that the whole affair wasn't totally one sided. His hands were placed on her breasts, which seemed to suck them almost immediately. He squeezed them like it's a natural reaction. His mind, still clouded with lust, was going blank again from the new wave of sensations that turned him all hot and bothered again. His shaft went back to its full vigor in no time, and his sensitiveness enhanced the experience to the point he felt like he could melt for real under her.

"Mmmpphh...!" he moaned into her lips, feeling her tongue bullying his, turning his expression silly once again.

Just like Lacramioara, Yuto's focus was solely on her now. The crowds were just distant echoes, and he could only think of the vampiric woman on top of her and nothing else as it was. With her leading the dance, all he could do was to adjust to her rhythm. Slowing down, even to the point of almost complete stop when she felt he's getting too excited. At least, with all the load he had blown tonight, that part wasn't as much as an issue compared to before.

"Ooohh... g-gawd... oohh...!" he kept moaning, forgetting to protest altogether, his lower half trying to keep up with her movement instead.

Finally, she sped up in order to reach the finish line, dragging him along. With the boy not having much left in the tank, the best he could do was to thrust his hips every now and then. He, too, was getting closer and closer to his final climax of the night, one that surely would knock him out for good. Not that he could even think about that at the moment, nor it mattered. The outcome of this match wouldn't be a surprise to anyone after all.

"Oohh... I'm... hnnngg...! Mmmghhhhh...!!" he moaned loudly as Lacramioara reached her height of ecstasy, following suit within seconds.

His lower half kept bucking off a few times while his consciousness starting to fade. The sight of her ecstatic form slowly fading, his vision getting darker. Finally, the boy closed his eyes and limped off, the last bit of his remaining juices spurted one last time before he was knocked out.