Jun the Devil Lady vs Yeldo

The demoness held on for dear life as the centaur began galloping around the ring, desperate to shake her off, rearing up as she laughed in that sultry, almost mocking way of hers. Nothing seemed to break the Devil Lady's grip, however, her strong limbs wrapped tight around Yeldo's muscular torso, keeping him trapped securely in a tight breast smother.

That is... until he finally managed to blindly slam her back into the corner turnbuckle. "Ooh!" Jun moaned, her grip finally loosening as the impact forced all the air out of her lungs. She still held onto the young centaur, but with momentarily weakened grip. He'd be able to pull himself free now.

[Sorry for the delay, I have been busy this week.]

Yeldo feels panic increasing in his mind as he doesn't manage to blindly find a corner against which to crush his opponent. The moment arrives finally. He feels it, the female's back just hit a turnbuckle. Yeldo stops and thrashes about.
The grip loosens and the male Centaur finally manages to get free. Immediately, he catches a full breath, filling his lungs deeply and rubbing his semi-equine nostrils.

After that, he feels part of his cock dangling soft under his belly. Damn, that breasts-smother has turned him on. The male Centaur fidgets his tail as if flies were stinging his hindquarters.

Jun leaned back against the corner turnbuckle, her own breath quickened, watching the centaur through smoky, half-lidded eyes that seemed to beckon, promising more arousing delights to come if he only surrendered to the demoness power. She made no move to close the distance between them. Instead, she cradled her right, now naked breast in her clawed hand and lifted it slightly, just enough to lean down and flick a long tongue across her own stiff nipple.

Her eyes never leaving the male as her full lips curved into a devious smile. "Are you going to come get me? Or do I have to attend to matters myself? I thought you centaurs were prideful and virile. Don't you want me, Yeldo?"

Yeldo sticks his eyes onto the sexy Demoness, hypnotized by the curved moves of her hips and by her lubric touch of her own naked tit. And what a tongue! Yeldo shivers and lets out a horny groan. The Demoness is really turning him on. Yeldo can't help but answer to her call :
« Oh yeah, baby, of course I'm virile and proud. »
Yeldo comes on, walking faster than he first wanted, almost surprised when he got into a body-to-body with the Demoness. He would move a hand onto her hair and move his lips close to hers for a deep kiss.

Jun smiled that deliciously innocent little smile, as if she were unaware of her own sensuality. Of course, the demoness knew exactly what she was doing. It was in the Devil Ladies nature to writhe her way beneath her opponents mental defenses and use their own arousal against them. When he closed the distance again, she welcomed him with open arms, pressing her soft breasts against his torso, her skin fever hot.

The demoness moaned into his kiss from the tug of his fingers in her hair, her tongue invading the centaur's mouth, lashing against his own tongue as if engaged in a wrestling match all their own. The scent of her arousal rose thick between them, filling the air with enticing pheromones.

During the kiss, Yeldo feels Jun's tongue invading his own mouth. He wrestles the tongue with his own, shorter but maybe stronger. Feeling the breasts pressed against his chest, he can't resist moving his free hand onto them. The male kneads the Demoness' breasts during the kiss.
At a moment he flares his semi-equine nostrils, as his nose gets invaded by some sexual pheromones. The male Centaur lets out a long groan, just like a rutting stallion, making his mouth vibrate around Jun's tongue.

Jun Fudo moaned into the kiss, allowing her serpentine tongue to be overwhelmed and pinned by his own. The demoness arches her back gracefully to press her breasts into his kneading hands, seemingly surrendering her body up in offering to the centaur. The devil lady had her own wicked plans in mind, but for the moment she played the role of the weaker, submissive female before the larger rutting male. 

She didn't fight her own arousal, knowing well the effect of her pheromones on his senses. Boldly she grabbed one of Yeldo's hands and drew in down to her hips, as if urging him to tear tear delicate black thong she wore from her body.

With his hand guided to Jun's lower parts, Yeldo doesn't think about a trap and slowly tugs down the black thong to reveal the Demoness' sex. The male Centaur breaks the kiss though how exciting this long demonic tongue could be, pushing Jun off with his other hand onto her breasts that he keeps kneading. He stares at her deep in the eyes.

Jun gasped softly as he tugged the thong lower and she shimmied her hips to encourage it to slide the rest of the way down her long legs to pool in a soft pile of fabric at her delicately clawed feet, allowing her to step out of them with ease. The heat of her was obvious, her sex glistening with arousal, though the heady, intoxicating pheromones were even harder to ignore now. She dragged clawed fingers down the centaur's chest, just hard enough to pleasurably sting. She didn't complain when he forced a break in the kiss. If anything, a bit of space worked to her advantage as she held his eyes for a long moment, mischief sparking in her own gaze.

Then, the Devil Lady sprang her trap. She reached back to the ropes and with a single agile leap, hopped up onto the top turnbuckle, legs spreading and then clamping shut just as quickly, attempting to catch Yeldo's head and neck between her powerful thighs and weaken him further with a head-scissor.

[Sorry for this long delay.]

Yeldo just doesn't see the trap coming. He is by the way blurred by the arousing pheromones sprayed in the air by the Demoness' sexual parts. The stallion doesn't stop his work, until suddently his opponent seems to flee.
Surprised, Yeldo looks up at Jun, seeing her jumping onto the top of the turnbuckle, only to have his head caught by the quick legs.

Yeldo lets out a neigh, then just groans with the same sound as a rutting stallion, his semi-equine nostrils forced close to the source of the sexual pheromones. His long horse cock tenses against his equine belly.

« Mmmh... Huuuuh... »

Yeldo grips Jun's calves and tries to spread them apart. He has to get out of this arousing trap if he doesn't want to go wild.