Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Hot, gentle, teasing, and she was no stranger to the gym? Yeah, Rizu was ticking off many of Prayuth’s boxes. He liked women in all sizes, but he’d grown a particular fondness for the atheletically inclined, those that put the time in and got results.

That was Rizu. That was Rizu all day long, and she knew it, and he loved that she knew it.

It was easy to get wrapped up in the body and forget what she could do with it, though - too easy.

The world changed for a second. He wasn’t in some hot nurse’s cute little hideaway gym anymore. No, he was in the ring, with a real wrestler who had some actual moves. Rizu moved around him like water, getting into his blindspot in a second. He was fast, faster than most could dream of, and if he’d been expecting it, maybe he could’ve kept up - maybe. That he couldn’t be sure spoke volumes.

Then her hands came over his front, exploring his chiseled abs, and they were right back where they were supposed to be. That was weird, but he could hammer out a good explanation. She worked in the AFW, likely saw matches all the time, and she had the body to pull off a lot of the wrestling moves, even if she wasn’t trained. It was only natural that a few things would stick.

”That’s good. Yeah.” He had a light chuckle and looked over his shoulder, smirking. He reciprocated her attention, reaching around back to give her thigh a good squeeze, taking a second to get a feel for her curves. Might as well familiarize himself.

”You’ve really got me good, here.” He gave her some token resistance, not enough to break out of a schoolboy’s grip. ”What next?”

Rizu couldn’t entirely see Pray’s reaction as she clung to his back and leaned against it. But his body had gone still with shock and disbelief when she suddenly slipped around him. Just knowing how much she’d surprised him made her grin with satisfaction. The fact that she had given him such pause meant her facade was doing a wonderful job of deceiving him. And his quick dismissal of it, whether because of distraction from her touch or out of pure denial, told her she hadn’t given away too much.

But Rizu couldn’t show too many flashes like that at once. Pray was in the trap, but not completely. He still needed to be nudged a little further in before she could fully spring it on him.

The nurse purred as she felt his hand squeeze against her thigh. “Well thank you~” she replied sweetly. When asked what was next, she giggled.

“I’m so glad you asked, Pray-kun. Next…” Her right foot came up, lightly pushing against the back of his knee to force it to the ground. Not too rough to suggest she was being too aggressive. More as if she were being playfully erotic, like one of those women on the Tension roster using her charms to lure their male prey into a state of helplessness.

“...I want you…” Rizu’s left foot rose, doing the same as the right and pushing the actor’s knee to the ground. And then she brought her lips next to Pray’s ear, and practically whispered the end of her sentence.

“...on your knees.”

Somewhere deep, way in the back of Prayuth’s mind, he could hear the faint blaring of a warning sound. He was a movie star, used to the life of luxury, but he’d grown up in the streets, and that brought with it a certain sense of things. A vibe. A feeling that you when things were subtly, strangely, just a little bit…

...off.

But he ignored it. Were things just a tad strange? Yeah. But was that a bad thing? Not with the way she was giggling, or the touch of hands on his chest, or the sensation of her breasts pressing against his back. It was just foreplay. He’d been here, before.

He had a laugh, and another, surprised one when her foot came against the back of his knee and pushed him down, followed by the same treatment when she did the same with the other. A long, lewd grin came across his face at her last words - no, there wasn’t anything not to like, here. He was definitely getting a closet kink vibe from Rizu, and if she had an itch for that sort of thing, he’d be more than happy to scratch it. He’d scratch it all night long, if she let him.

”Oh, it’s that kind of spar? Well.” He filled his voice with all the feigned ignorance he could muster without bursting out. He reached up and caressed the side of her face, caressing her hair. He lifted his head up just enough to plant a soft kiss on the side of her face and whisper back, giving her the same tingling treatment.

”Okay, okay. Want to tell me your safeword before things get too heavy?”

Rizu purred at his caressing touches. Standing just over him from behind, she nuzzled her cheek into his hand, and allowed it to brush over her silky hair as well. The soft kiss caused a gentle smile to tug at her lips. Her own hands slid over Pray’s shoulders and rubbed over his chest. She loved the feeling of those wonderfully toned muscles. But even more than that, she loved that her touch had seemingly dispelled any warnings of caution and brought his guard down completely.

She brought her lips to his ear, giving it a light nibble before speaking softly into it. “A safeword, huh? That’s a good idea. Let’s see, hmmmm……” The nurse hummed and rubbed up against his back while she pretended to contemplate an answer. “How about…’red?’” she asked at last. And while Rizu spoke, the hands that had traveled down near his abs started coming back up.

“Or….” Her lips stretched from a smile into a thin grin. “You can always just tap~”

Right then her arms locked around his head and neck and she fell back, while her legs slung around his midsection and her ankles crossed, intending to suddenly lock the actor in an extremely tight rear naked choke/body scissor combination! Rizu may have never competed in a match before, but her extensive knowledge of the human anatomy coupled with her athletic physique were dangerous tools here. She compressed his veins, aiming as low on the neck as she could get, to maximize the restriction of blood flow to his brain. At the same time, her strong legs helped by squeezing as much air out her prey as she could, making it all the more difficult for him to replenish the oxygen she was sapping from him.

Rizu kept the pressure on full throttle, wanting to see if she could choke Pray out before he could even squeak out the safeword or tap out. Though really, there wasn’t a variation of that outcome she wouldn’t enjoy.

Peaches. That was the last thing he remembered.

He wasn’t sure how it happened. Things had been nice and slow and cozy and kinky with Rizu. There was no longer any question about where they were going with this - no, it wasn’t like he’d gotten her intention in writing, but he felt that rubbing his chin and whispering hot words into his ear were both strong indicators that a woman had some interest in him.  He honestly wasn’t even paying too much attention to what she said anymore, instead loving the way she said it.

He remembered being disappointed, just a little disappointed, that it seemed like they were skipping the fun foreplay and getting right to the  more erotic part. He’d like the idea of rolling around with her for a few minutes, playfighting on the mat, enjoying the feel of each other. It was kind of a shame. If this had been the way things were going to go, they could’ve just stayed up top.

But that was okay. More than okay. If she wanted to do it on the mats, they’d do it on the mats.

He was in the middle of contemplating that thought when everything went awry.

An arm went came around his neck - a slim, but powerful arm, one that caught him in an unflinching, inflexible choke. Legs like steel cables clamped down around middle, crushing the abs that were being caressed just a moment amount. He went from pleasure to pain in record time, and his thoughts turned into a scattered mess as he thrashed about, limbs flailing, tongue waggling, eyes bulging. He didn’t have the wherewithal to tap, couldn’t have said a word if he’d wanted. His body was taking over, going on autopilot since his mouth brain didn’t know what to do.

It didn’t take long. With his windpipe collapsed, his consciousness drifted away in mere moments. His body went into a spastic fit, dancing about, and then...out. Limp and helpless in her arms.

Ever walked into a room and flipped on the light switch, only for the lightbulb to blow out the second it turned on? That, though a slight exaggeration, was what Rizu would compare Pray to the moment she sprung her trap. He thrashed in a very brief moment of instinctive resistance, and then he was out cold. It was over as quick as it had begun.

When he went limp in her clutches she ceased applying pressure to her hold, but kept Pray in it a moment longer. A blissful exhale left her lips as she enjoyed the feeling of his unconscious form in her grasp and savored the thought of what had just happened. The nurse had just choked out a professional wrestler and rendered him entirely helpless with incredible ease. She could keep him right here in this position as long as she wanted and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. If he woke up and began resisting, she could just constrict his neck and put him right back to sleep. The way she clung to him, she debated in her head if it was more akin to a python or a spider. Either way, the reality that she was the predator and he was her helpless prey turned her on like nothing she’d felt since...well, the night she beat her now-ex-husband into submission after finding out he had been cheating on her.

But as thoroughly as she enjoyed knowing Pray was as good as conquered already, Rizu wanted more. She wanted to see what other things she could think of to do with him, like he was just a toy for her to use how she wished. And he was, as far as the nurse was concerned. Now she wanted to engrain that fact into Pray’s head too.

Finally uncoiling from his body, she rolled him onto his back on the floor, then swung a leg over his toned frame and sat herself down astride his upper chest and neck in a tight schoolgirl pin, with the crotch of her yoga pants pressing lightly against the underside of his chin. He’d probably feel some of her arousal once he woke up, but Rizu didn’t care about that. What she did care about was the elation she felt at holding this handsome, muscular man down in such a dominant pin. The nurse had seen men in Tension pinned like this more times than she could count, and had always wanted to try it herself. Seeing the face framed between her thighs and knowing if she wanted she could easily choke him again just by bearing down with her weight, it felt every bit as amazing as she imagined it would.

If he wasn’t already awake, Rizu would give him a few playful slaps to the cheek. “Pray-kun, wake up. We’re not finished yet~” she’d say, smiling sweetly down at the man pinned beneath her.

Pray came back to life all at once, pushed back into consciousness by a slap. The world rushed back at him all at once, and he instinctively tried to sit up, only to find there was a soft, heavy weight on his chest, pinning his upper body down with ease. His nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of peaches, mixed with something else, a flavor he almost recognized. When his vision cleared, it made more sense - her was on the floor, between a woman’s legs, as she stared down at him with this weird smile, one that was somehow loving and predatory at the same time. How…

Was he in a match? No, that hadn’t been right, he hadn’t been scheduled for anything in Tension yet, and he wasn’t in the arena, couldn’t hear the crowd. Who was this? Some girl he’d gone home with for the night? No, no, he recognized her. She was the nurse, the one he’d met at her apartment. They’d talked, flirted, decided to have a little play spar, and now...this.

How the hell did this happen?

He squinted his eyes, blinked, squinted and blinked again, putting all the pieces back together. She’d choked him, right? God, she had a good grip, way stronger than he’d expected, took him by surprise. And now she was on his chest...why was she on his chest?

Okay. Time out needed.

”Rikku…” Wait, no, that wasn’t her name. Had a Z in it…”Rizu!” There. Wow, he was out of it. ”Rizu, what’re you…” He tried to sit up again, failed, as if he’d do better the second time. ”Time...time out for a second, I’m...whoa.” He shook his head and pushed at her leg, trying to help her off. ”How did you...what happened?”

Rizu was quickly finding that the real joy in all of this came in the smaller, more subtle details. Yes, Pray’s sexy frame felt wonderful to sit on, and framing his handsome face so suggestively between her thighs was simply delightful. But the part about this she liked most came after he woke up. Pray tried to sit up, but the nurse kept him pinned right where he was without the slightest hint of effort. It wasn’t just the fact that she was sitting on him in such a dominant way. It was the the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it.

That thought alone spurred her arousal even more. She let out a blissful hum and tilted her head just slightly as she looked down at him and observed. Slowly but surely Pray began putting the pieces together. His vague, confused line of questioning in the end suggested ignorance. But seeing the look in his eyes, Rizu was pretty sure he’d guessed exactly what had happened in his mind. He was just in denial, not that she couldn’t understand. What professional fighter would admit or accept that they’d been knocked out cold by a nurse in a fight?

When his hand came to push on her thigh, Rizu gently moved her own hand to meet his, lacing them together at the fingers. “Oh, silly Pray-kun,” she giggled, moving to lace her other, free hand with his. “You know that’s not the safeword~”

And with that she pushed his arms back on the mat then shifted forward, pinning his arms with her knees while sitting right on his gorgeous face, sealing his mouth and nose off with her sex. The thin fabric of her panties and yoga pants did very little to hide her growing arousal. But if the nurse minded, it didn’t show. She seemed perfectly happy and content to smother him with the facesit while letting him know just how much it turned her on to dominate him like this.

God, it was weird. He knew Rizu wasn’t all that heavy, couldn’t have been a pound over 140, but when her weight was on his chest like this? She might as well have been a ton. He couldn’t budge her. Couldn’t get an inch. Every effort he made was just pushed down, trapping him in the pin, and when he tried to use his hands to push her away, she just seized them and kept him down, and-

Wait. Why was she doing that? She’d knocked him out, why was she still going? She was a nurse, and that didn’t feel like all that much of a nursey way to be acting. He needed a break, needed to breath, but the way she was sitting on him made that a challenge. And, seriously, what was that smell? It was almost like…

The answer came to him right as she shifted forward, making sure he couldn’t have any doubts on the matter. He was familiar enough with this area, knew the scents, and they were now all he could smell and taste, totally enveloping him.

He struggled. Then he struggled more. Then he struggled more. Desperate for air, he turned his head left and right, struggling to get free, fighting for a breath, but getting beat back by hardened, unflinching thighs each time. His body surged with power, struggling to throw her off, but every effort was stamped down.

He was going to go out. Again. He needed air, he wasn’t getting it, and Rizu wasn’t letting him.

Safeword? Had they talked about a safeword? He couldn't remember. And he couldn’t tap now, either with his hands held down. Running out of options, he tried to slap his feet on the floor, hoping to get her attention that way, and screamed muffled cries into her crotch, pleas that echoed through her body. She had to stop, she was just getting too into this, but if he could get her attention, maybe…

Rizu was on cloud nine right now.

She had Pray, the trained fighter and actor who had garnered attention by signing with Tension, pinned flat on his back while she sat on his face. He struggled and struggled, thrashing about underneath her. But in the end all his efforts accomplished was to rub his handsome features against the nurse’s sex. Rizu began to moan at the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Keeping his wrists pinned under her knees, she brought her hands up and slid them under her top, fondling her breasts while she began to buck and grind her pussy against Pray’s face.

Rizu was briefly distracted by a thudding sound behind her, and glanced over her shoulder to see Pray’s foot repeatedly slapping against the mat. Was he...tapping out? And then he let out a muffled scream, vibrating blissfully against the nurse’s crotch. And that was it. She’d fucked his face against his will to the point that he had to tap out using his feet and scream into her pussy in a desperate plea for mercy. This level of sexual domination was so euphoric Rizu couldn’t take it. Grabbing his hair she clamped her thighs against his head and drove her sex into his face, moaning out once more while she climaxed. Her thin yoga pants wouldn’t do much to keep Pray’s face clean of her juices.

Only then would Rizu finally shift back onto his chest in the schoolgirl pin again, wondering if Pray had remained conscious through all of that or not. Either way, she then peeled off her top, freeing and exposing her large breasts, then used her top as a makeshift towel to wipe the man’s face clean. If he was out again she’d patiently wait for him to wake back up. But the moment she was sure he was alert enough to understand her, she smiled sweetly down at him and spoke.

“Tap out,” she ordered, then lowered a hand to gently run through his hair. “And tell me you’re mine~”