Irene Inger VS Domino

The young scientist smirked down at her specimen, amused by his understandable assumption that she was going to do something to hurt him. The boy had even reciprocated some of her intimacy, moving his arms to embrace her waistline.

“Sorry, my man, but we are fighting, after all. Still, you've been pretty sweet with me so far this fight, showing strength and compassion. For that, you deserve a reward!”

'Reward' was a relative term, of course. Irene pushed herself up, partially removing her legs from her grapevine in the process, in order to get her chest up to where Domino's face was resting. Grinning devilishly, the girl brought her hands up to her chest and did the unthinkable. Reaching behind her body to unstrap her black sports bra, the girl removed her top and cast it aside, leaving her chest bare. Her breasts were a lot like the girl herself; small, but perky. Of course, the sight of her uncovered chest was going to be titillating for Domino and the audience, but for her, the choice to self-strip was a purely strategic one. She wanted to use her chest to smother him until he passed out or submitted to her, and she couldn't do that with her bra covering her cleavage up.

Irene lowered her chest down over Domino's face, making sure his nose and mouth were nestled between her breasts. The seemingly intimate embrace soon turned hostile, as Irene wrapped both of her arms around Domino's head to pull him tight into her embrace, completely envelloping his head with her arms and her chest. She would suffocate him into submission. It was brutal but she was willing to do what she needed to in order to win.  

“Give yourself up to me, Dom. You might actually enjoy this,” the girl said, continuing to enjoy her cozy position on top of her larger opponent.

Domino visibly tenses as she starts to move over him, readying himself to counter somehow, someway - nevermind that his hands are still on her waist. But what she does is, indeed, unthinkable. He apparently doesn't have to worry about stripping her. Her top comes off, and the audience gives a pop.

Well, the male audience, for certain.

Domino only has time enough to widen his eyes in shock before finding his face mashed into her breasts. They aren't huge, but they're perky, so while he isn't immediately going to suffocate, he isn't exactly safe. And that's not even counting the conflicted feelings! That shock is still a factor, there's that concern for winning the match, and on top of it all, some obvious pleasure. His arms slip around her waist further, squeezing her stomach into his chest, a soft mrr escaping him. His fingers curl into her skin, scritching along her ribs and spine even as breathing becomes a chore.

His head shifts, attempting to find a better angle to breathe. It just happens to also have the side-effect of nuzzling into her breasts.

A moan escaped Irene's lips as Domino tightened his own embrace around her, pressing her stomach against those rock-solid pectorals of his. The position was getting a little uncomfortable for her, and it was possible the girl would lose control of their position if his tight embrace became a full-on bearhug. The girl tried to wiggle her hips from side to side, rubbing her waist into Domino's chest to stimulate her sex, and maybe keep him aroused to stop him from resisting her. She was banking on him not realizing that he could probably power out of her grasp if he tried hard enough; her legs had slipped out of the grapevine hold she had previously held him in, leaving half of his body mostly free.

“I'm not letting you go, I've finally got you and I'm not going back to letting you work me over,” Irene gasped, trying to hold his face still as he wriggled around for breathing room. The girl giggled as Domino's nose tickled her cleavage, his hair brushing across her collarbone.

Domino is having a very difficult time thinking about what's going on, just as Irene likely wanted. Her moan spurs him to tighten his arms around her waist a little tighter, feeling her body clench into his. His legs have basically gone free, leading him to plant his feet on the mat.

Were he not running out of air, this may have lasted longer. But starting to gasp can't really be ignored. He squirms a little, his face nuzzling between her breasts a little more insistently before his hips twist, attempting to power her over onto her back and roll atop her. If successful, he'll use his newfound leverage to scoot up her body enough to match his toned pecs to her breasts and gasp in a lungful of fresh air. And from that position, pump his arms tighter around her waist to begin bearhugging her; bearhugging from a lying position, at that.

Irene was so concentrated on keeping her tight grip around Domino's head, she had forgotten to keep her body weight spread over the other parts of his body, leaving him with the leverage that he needed to tilt her off balance. The science girl yelled in surprise as Domino twisted her off of him, rolling the both of them 180 degrees with his arms still locked around her. By the time Irene had stopped moving, her imposing opponent once again had control over her, staring down with the overhead lights wreathing his impressive figure.

Domino shifted his position to move their chests together, darkening her view as his body moved over more of the overhead lights. This position was extremely awkward for Irene, a fact that she made clear as she squirmed futilely underneath him. Due to how much larger he was than her, his mere presence on top of her felt overwhelming, a feeling made all the worse as Domino tightened his grip around her chest, eliciting a grunt from the girl as her own arms made a laughable attempt to pry his off.

“I suppose you're quite proud of yourself right now,” Irene pouted, a little bitter to see her control over her opponent broken so abruptly. Fortunately, Domino hadn't done anything to secure her legs yet, and before he could change that, Irene brought them up and wrapped them both around his lower back, squeezing him to compress his torso. “I'm not helpless yet!”

A standoff began, as Irene, unable to leverage her way out of Domino's grip, attempted to out-squeeze him.

The referee girl scampers across the mat to stay beside them as they roll over, ready to slap out a pin. Only she can't quite do that, because Domino isn't quite pinning her. She's stuck hovering!

Domino's biceps flex, gripping her body harder to his. He may be silhouetted in the overhead, but his eyes are locked onto hers, a little snarl on his face. But to be fair, that's largely due to the effort he's putting into compressing her slender body. Her comment, however, knocks that right off and earns a soft, lighthearted laugh, despite it all. "Well, I am laying on a girl who chose to take off her top with me...," he points out with a boyish smile.

Her legs clamp around him suddenly, bringing his attention back to the match at hand. "Unf!" This leaves no space between their bodies, locking them tight together. His heated, labored breaths beat against her lips, his nose nearly bumping hers, and his bangs whisking against her forehead. The sensuality isn't lost on him - far from it. He's grown a bit warmer than just what physical exertion would've caused, his breathing accelerated... though due to their hips being pressed together, the rest of the symptoms are those only Irene will be able to tell. But it's because of that that Domino opts to try something new in the ring. Rather than try to pry her legs off of him or outsqueeze her, he arches his back to press his sleek body harder to hers and shift his hips to grind between her legs. How she reacts will determine if he continues this approach...

...unless it just feels too good to abandon, that is.

Irene scowled as her lockup with Domino continued. The girl wasn't angry at her opponent, just frustrated in general at her current position. The match had ground to a halt, with neither combatant able to squeeze the other hard enough to elicit a submission, and neither willing to break the struggle between them. 'Sigh...'

That all changed when Irene felt Domino wiggling his hips from side to side, effectively copying her strategy from a few minutes earlier, when she had still been in control on top of the boy. As Domino's black and white trunks coursed over her waistline, the girl noticed with shock that something firm was occasionally being pressed against her. A few seconds of thought was all it took for her to blush fiercely.

“Oh my...getting a bit excited are we?!” Irene accused the boy, reigniting her exhausted struggles as a combination of arousal and embarrassment flooded her system. She wanted to be indignant at the feeling of Domino's excitement poking and rubbing against her, but the girl had deliberately removed her top earlier, and rubbed her tits against his face, no less. She had no one to blame but herself for what was happening now, and she hated to admit that to herself.

“Get...get off of me,” the girl tried to demand, breathing heavily. Domino's strategy had distracted Irene for the moment, but the hold he had her trapped in was neither very secure nor very painful for her. She could probably fight her way out of it, unless Domino had something more effective to lead her into.

Domino gives a breathless snicker as the frustration visibly grows in his opponent. Oh yes. This was totally her fault. The worst he'd done is a little ear-nibbling! She opened the proverbial floodgate! ...And yet, Domino still wouldn't do anything he thought would really embarrass her. The fact that she's embarrassed now escapes him, ironically.

"But I'm so," Domino pauses to squeeze his arms around her waist tighter in a vice, mashing her breasts to his chest, her abs into his abs, hoping to crush some of the air out of her, "comfortable..." The teen shifts a little harder, grinding his hips more pronouncedly to hers in an effort to drive her into a frenzy. There's still no pin in place, and it's still possible for her to wriggle enough to gain some leverage and breathe more freely.

"Besides, if I got off of you, I wouldn't be able to do this."

With how close their faces are to each other, there's little need to move much. But that short distance makes all the difference when it comes to pressing his lips firmly to hers in a sudden, fiery kiss.

Irene released a breathless, pained scream as Domino tensed up on her small midsection, sending spikes of pain shooting through her ribs. Her breasts, meanwhile, didn't know what to feel; she was in pain from having them mashed so carelessly against Domino's chest, but at the same time, a sensual tingling was erupting from them, as well as in other places as Irene's body betrayed her in favor of its biological urges. Down between her legs, she could feel some moist fluids, most likely her own, staining her gym shorts. “Gah...” Irene panted, “this would be so nice, if only your grip wasn't so tight...”

The girl stopped suddenly. As Domino moved his face close, her own face tensed up.

“No...no,” Irene scolded Domino, as if he was a misbehaving pet. “Don't you da...mmnh!” Irene trailed off as Domino pressed his lips against hers and completed his passionate embrace with a forceful kiss. Irene quickly became uncomfortable, as Domino kept her mouth too busy to breathe on top of the bearhug that was already crushing her lungs. The submission aspect of this hold was starting to become more apparent, which gave Irene the motivation she needed to get serious about breaking out of it. Besides, when it came to "loving" embraces like this, Irene had always been a bigger fan of getting taken from behind. She didn't know why, but the thought of someone moving behind her, pinning her to the ground stomach first by her wrists, pressing their weight against her back, whispering into her ears and planting kisses on her...

Irene's face contorted itself in disgust. Why on Earth was she thinking these things, about anyone let alone her damn opponent?! The girl, embarrassed at herself, took her frustrations out on Domino as she pumped her legs to increase the pressure on his own abdomen. Irene grasped Domino's dark hair with both her hands and pulled on it, removing his face from her own. As soon as some space had been created between them, Irene slapped Domino's face with an open palm and tried to roll her body to the side, working with her legs and arms around Domino to hopefully throw him off of her.

All that teasing, all that tension, and Domino's lips find hers. She isn't kissing back, but he didn't honestly expect her to. This is his idea of including hentai elements - it might be considerably tamer than what some of the rest of the roster might have in mind, but... well, that's how he is. In his efforts to not embarrass her or himself, he's managing to embarrass her by taking too much control. Again, ironic! If he knew, he might have stopped. Maybe.

But boy does she ever suddenly fight back. His head is yanked back by the hair, getting a strained yelp from the teen. Her legs have cinched up even tighter, and his arms loosen around her waist a bit. His mind was melting into the kiss, and the abrupt halt has thrown him a little. The oncoming slap does him no favors in this regard, either. His cheek stings, along with those humiliating watery eyes that always follow, all ending with her twisting over to toss him off of her and onto his side.

Despite it all, the young model gives another breathless laugh. "Got a little... too steamy for ya..?," he asks as he tries to scoot back from her and gain some ground.