Street Fighter X AFW - Clyde Gastin vs Juri Han

Oh, now here came the really difficult part. Decisions!

She could just keep stomping him, pulverize his face into a bloody mess. But, to be honest, Clyde was a fairly handsome guy and she preferred his face to not look too much like hamburger. She could just flip him over and start having fun, but Clyde still had quite a bit of fight in him. She really wanted to establish things before she got into that territory. And she wasn't that keen on doing it in the middle of an alley. Juri had some standards.

She thought it through while she rubbed his face from side to side, his groans snapping her back from the heavy though. She gripped his hair tight and lifted his head up a few inches, then let it go and quickly dropped her foot to catch him before he could smack against the pavement, support his neck on her ankle, with the top of her foot against one side of his head and her shin on the other, choking him with his body weight as she raised him higher and higher. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

She pulled her foot and quickly shot the other one up as Clyde's head fell, snap kicking kicking him in the chest and flipping him over on his back. "Can't hear you with all those pussy noises you make. This better?"

"...Mrrrgh...Mrff..." Clyde would groan helplessly as Juri rubbed his face side to side against the pavement, scraping him along like she was trying to polish the damn concrete floor below, leaving him groaning in a dizzied heap as he dragged around until Juri lifts him up by his hair.

"Huuuh..." He groans wearily as he is lifted up before suddenly getting dropped, getting caught by Juri's leg, his neck on her ankle, the top of her smooth foot against his cheek, while her shin rested against the other. And with nothing to support him, Clyde was left to endure the pressure of his neck falling into Juri's ankle, causing him to gag slightly as he raised him higher and higher, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe, looking up a Juri with a pain filled look of dispair before she pulled out her foot and swiftly lifted her other leg with sheer ease. The way she could use her legs so effortlessly was both awe-inspiring and fearsome.

"UGH!" Spittle flew from Clyde's open mouth as he got tagged across the chest, his arms flying out in front of him as he was kicked foward, flipping over on his back with a limp flop, bouncing lightly before coming to a halt on the ground.

He shook his dizzied head side to side on the floor before he slowly tried to get back up, nursing his neck as he breathed heavily, trying to get back on his feet, gritting his teeth and growling under his breath at "Pussy noises".

"...F-Fuck off." He muttered before releasing a raspy cough while clutching his stinging face.

Juri smiled at Clyde's words, loving that defiant look in his eye. He was beaten, broken, clearly outmatched. After the way he'd been dismantled, he'd have to know that she was on an entirely different level, that she could just crush him any second she wanted to...but he was still giving her lip. How long would that last? How many snapped bones would it take before the pleading started? A concussion or two? Broken teeth?

She walked around him, watching as he started to get up, as if he had the strength left to do anything worthwhile. Not going to happen - she liked him on his back, so on his back he would stay.

Stepping to his side, she raised her foot and planted it square on his face, then drove his skull into the street with a hard stomp, pressing down with her full weight to keep it there. She dragged her foot down, loving the feel of his features on her bare soles, savoring it for a moment before she jumped up and dropped square on his lap butt-first, plopping down on him like a comfy chair after a hard day's work.

"Nice." She gave him a little lap dance, grinding into him as she straddled his waist, expecting the predictable reaction. This was the best kind of control, using his own body against him, making him hate what she knew damn well he'd enjoy. "You make a comfy chair, Clyde." She reached up and started undoing her her hair-horns, letting her strands flow free for a little while, cascading over her shoulders. "So. Question - do I hit harder than the last guy? What do you say?"

Juri moved fast, too fast for Clyde to follow and counter as she fluidly slithered to his side and raised her foot up. color=#0040FF]"Mh-"[[/color] The cowboy groaned as he felt her bare sole against his while face, his lips inadvertantly pecking her heel before she suddenly applied pressure like she were taking one big step, managing to effectively slam Clyde down with a brutal stomp.

"-MUUGHH!!" Cried Clyde the back of his head was just STOMPED to the ground from his standing position, effectively power slapping him to the floor, leaving him sprawled out underneath Juri, barely moving as his body ached from the impact. Only moving once Juri's foot trailed down from his face, causing him to shiver and shudder from the delicate caress before she jumped down on his lap, slamming her butt on him.

"O-Oooh!" Exclaimed the cowboy as he sat up slightly with a contorted look on his face that was mixed with pain and pleasure and it only got worse as Juri's tight body would begin to grind on his waist, back and forth, rocking Clyde back and forth along the ground as he released short gasping groans. "H-Haah... Haah..." He panted hard with a deep red face, indeed having the predictable reaction for Juri beneath his tights after being toyed with and grinded on.

He'd look up with glassy eyes after she called him a comfy chair and saw Juri undo her hair, letting it fall free. Oh she was a real baby with a dynamite body and he was chew toy. "...Feels like it." He breathed as he tried to lift his hips and buck her off despite being left woozy.

Juri actually did get Clyde's Power Rangers reference earlier. She wasn't a fan, never even watched an episode, but she'd gotten that sort of crack enough times for her to look it up and figure out where it was coming from. She certainly saw the resemblance between her hair and what this wacky woman on the show had going on, but it wasn't a thing worth caring about. She wore the look better.

But now they were moving on to the more relaxed portion of the fight - for her, at least. Didn't have to worry about her hair getting in the way, so off came the loops. Besides, Clyde needed to get used to seeing her as naturally as possible. It would make things easier, later on.

She'd been so wrapped up in her own little world that Clyde's bucking took her by surprise, almost unseating her. She slammed her hip back down with a solid thrust, feeling his firmness poking away through their troublesome clothes. It was starting to drive her a little wild, she couldn't imagine what it was doing for Clyde. But she loved trying.

"Easy, cowboy." She shot her hand out and wrapped it tight around Clyde's throat, digging her nails in. It wasn't quite a choke, not yet, just enough to constrict his windpipe but let him get out some hoarse breath. The Feng Shui Engine flashed for a moment and helped make the threat clear - she could choke him. She could kill him. Easily.

She leaned forward, rubbing her ass along his crotch as she moved, her back arching over him as she brought their faces together. Her lips came close to his, letting her suck up his hot breaths and blowing her own into his mouth. Juri's tongue flicked out and lashed the sides of his mouth, sampling that sweet, Texan taste. Spicy.

She stared at him, long and hard, her eyes full of hunger and danger. Never blinked. "Beg me to kiss you."

Clyde had lifted his hips up in an attempt to buck Juri off him, but she countered in her own unique way by simply, yet effectively slamming her hips down with a erotically firm thrust, putting Clyde's ass back on the floor and causing his face to scrunch up. "A-Ahhh~!" He shivered at Juri's thrust, feeling her tight ass slam and pin his firm arousal. It was hot.

But Juri's hands on his throat, with her nails digging in, that was less enjoyable. He grimaced through the clutch she had on him, looking up at her glowing eye that showed off how fearsome she was. The willingness to take him out. She wasn't any normal girl. That was for sure.

Juri close to him was enjoyable, but to be pinned down and beaten like this was just downright humiliating. The way she leaned forward just to get in his face while her tight shapely ass rubbed along his crotch, making Clyde bite his lip as he held in any noise that indicated pleasure. But when Juri got eerily close, Clyde froze stiff, her lips so close to his own, the boy was panting hard, maybe she'd feel that, just like he felt her wot breath blowing right into his open, awe-struck mouth, causing him to swallow a bit nervously as this hungry predator loomed over him like this before her moist tongue lashed out against the sides of his mouth.

"O...Oh..." He groaned at the feeling of her tongue, already aroused by the way she had been using her hips and ass on him. He looked up at her dangerous, hungry eyes that stared right into him, her stare went on for a while, never breaking or blinking. The gaze of a hunter that had finally caught its prey and was savoring the moment.

"P-Please...K..." But he hesitated. "...F-Fuck off..." He said through a raspy breath.

Clyde might have been expecting her to power down on the choke and really squeeze the life out of him, after a response like that. A punch in the face, perhaps. There were all sorts of things Juri could have done from this position, and she hovered over Clyde for a moment to let those possibilities sink in.

She didn't do any of it. She smiled. Just smiled a warm smile, one that slowly started to twist and distort as a giggle broke through. It was soft and lilting, as if she'd thought of a little joke in her head and was having a good time with it. Instead of choking him even harder, she let go off his neck and started to sit up, run her fingers gently down his chest as she rose.

"It's funny." Her eyes gazed over his chest as she idly slid her fingers along his skin, getting acquainted with the feel of it. "Girls are a toss up. I never quite know what they'll say. Sometimes they give in right away, sometimes they take a little working, and I can never be sure up front. Make them choose between pleasure and pain, no telling which way they'll go. Toss up."

She started to move from side to side again, pressing down hard on his arousal as she swished. Subtly teasing him. "But guys?" Her fingers curled without a single warning. No longer stroking his stomach, but scratching it. Clawing at the skin. "I can guess that, easy enough. Guys always choose the pain first. Some people would say it's just male bravado, chest-thumping. I think you're just too stupid to know when you're beat. You need instruction."

She leaned back, brought her leg up, and pressed her foot down into Clyde's throat, her toes scratching his neck while she pressed into him like a floored gas pedal. "Here's how the lesson is going to go, Clyde. I'm going to beat you for three minutes, and then we're going to try this again. If I don't hear the right words, I'll beat you again, for six minutes. After that, it'll be twelve. Then twenty-four. Then forty-eight."

She brought her hands back and pushed off the ground, rising and standing above him while her foot stayed in place. She looked down at him like a toy, one she wasn't sure whether to break or not. Which he really was, at this point. "I know you want this, Clyde. I know you like it. But I want you to know it, too. I want to hear it." She canted her head to the side as the smile faded and cruel disdain took over her features. She reached behind her back and started to undo her top, sliding off the straps, one by one. "You are going to say what I want you to say, or you won't be able to say anything at all."

Clyde defied Juri and he expected her to choke him. Her cruel, dark smile that was followed by a giggle. It sent a shiver down Clyde's spine. Juri was creepy. She... Creeped him out. He wasn't sure what she was going to do with him, but clearly, she was most likely going to enjoy it.

His body tensed as he felt her fingers running down his chest, swallowed hard as she slid them along his shivering skin, her words echoing in his ear, the only thing he was hearing at this point at all. And when he felt her thinly clothed ass move side to side against his arousal twitching against her. Clyde bit his lip hard to prevent making any sound that indicated pleasure as she clawed at his skin before she leaned back and pressed her foot down on his throat.

"A-Ack!" Clyde gagged, his legs kicking as his body flopped underneath her, squirming to get loose as he was choked. All while he was forced to listen to what she had to say, her offer being something that made Clyde's blood boil with anger, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel absolutely fucked at this point.

And as Juri rose up, keeping her foot pressed on his throat, Clyde would just watch as the woman taunted him seductively before she began to undo those tight flitted, pesky straps. Clyde swallowed hard as result. Yeah he did want that.

Clyde grimaced with Juri standing on him, unable to think of what to say, torn between pride and his carnal desires as he looked to Juri with a desperate and torn stare.

All he could do was try to suddenly swipe his arm across Juri's foot as hard as he could and scramble to his feet.

Taking off her top wasn't just to mess with Clyde's head. That was simple enough, clothes on or off. That wasn't too say she didn't love that look of anticipation on his face, knowing full well how difficult the choice to surrender was becoming. All the little fantasies running through his head, the dirty little things he wouldn't dare speak aloud, and she was like the living embodiment of it all. She would do what she did even if he didn't feel that way, but having those conflicting motions made everything so much sweeter.

But no, this was more about her feeling the fresh air on her skin, the wind whipping of her body as it glistened in the moonlight, beads of sweat running along her breasts as she ran a hand down her chest. She stretched back, letting Clyde get a full look at her muscles, honed and tested by years of training. The best part was that she hadn't come close to revealing the real action. That was in her legs, and she'd save that show for just the right time.

She could have stood there, enjoying the moment, asserting her dominance for days. Things were never so simple.

She frankly didn't think Clyde had enough left in the tank to resist her, but apparently he was a little hardier than she gave him credit for. His desperate swipe was enough to make her stumble away, giving him the time to rise up on those shakey legs and stumble away.

She didn't rush after him, she didn't even attack. She just stood there, staring at him for a moment. When it passed, her eye flashed and she took a step forward."You shouldn't run, Clyde. Running pisses me off. It makes me want to hurt you more. You don't want that." Another step, and a smirk to accompany it."You really do not want that."

She held out her arms, putting her bare chest on display and motioning him to come to her, like a little child about to be spanked.