Bride of Flame doused in Oil

If Daisuke wanted to stand a chance against a more seasoned oil wrestler, he would need to pull out all the stops. Nothing was really off-limits as there was no referee and this was a private wrestling match with no pre-determined rules. Daisuke started off on the back foot with Eriko using her experience to take the prince down on his back, with her laying across his chest whilst locking in a tight headlock. His face partly being smothered by her oil breasts only added to the discomfort and frustration. However, a firm grip of her hair coupled with the constant yanking of said hair managed to earn him his freedom, after a couple of moments.

Eriko slid off Daisuke after putting up her own resistance and kicking out wildly. Daisuke would feel her hands reach up and around his fingers and at that moment, the wrestling prince would release her hair and roll away from her, quickly getting up on his knees and get some distance between the red head. He would clutch his neck and massage it slightly, stretching it left and right as well. "Not bad.....watch the smother though" he grinned as he raised his arms once more, eager to test his luck once again.

Daisuke had not only managed to free himself, but also partially drag her off of him entirely all by her hair. By the time he had rolled himself away from her, she hasn't really wanted to pursue outright. Not that she didn't want to put him down again, for what she considered to be underhanded tactics, it's just she wanted a moment to recompose herself.

She crawled off to the side, not sure of his intended stopping point from his retreat initially. The two wound up giving each other ample room to breath. As he worked his neck, she massaged her scalp and fixed her hair. Eyes narrowed as she watched him with a clear glint of retribution whirling around in her mind.

"You'll be the one watching the smother, up close." She snickered softly. Eriko had been being a bit playful before, but if the gloves were off now apparently there was no real reason to hold anything back. Slowly she started to hobble herself closer on her knees, arms raised up as if she meant to challenge him in another lockup. She knew better though, in a raw test of strength, at least upper body, he had her beat.

Once she had gotten herself close enough, she leaned closer, dropping to all fours. Pushing and kicking off the mats, the glistening redhead threw herself at Daisuke's midsection in another attempt to bring him to the mat, this time in a face less tactical tackle.

Despite it being an oil wresting match backdoors, Daisuke made his intentions clear to his opponent. He planned to win this bout by any means. He managed to escape the tight headlock for the time being with a sneaky hair pull, managing to slide her off of his body as he rolled away from her. Eriko didn't pursue her man as she took the time to get up on her knees and fix massage her scalp then fix her hair, the two glared at each other at a distance whilst on their knees. Daisuke complained about her half smother but Eriko only warned him that he was going to get the full smother soon enough.

"Oh yeah? Come on, I'd like to see you try, come on" he dared her to grapple with him. At first, it seemed as if that was the plan, the two were on their knees with their arms out in front, Daisuke was keen to test his luck against her once more. However, as the two leaned closer, she would drop on all fours before kicking up off the mat to ram her shoulder into his abs for a tackle.

"Ouuuffff!"he cried out as he was taken down on his back by that tackle, Daisuke tried to muster some of his own offence by bringing his legs up and attempt to wrap them around Eriko's waist and control her, while also squeezing his legs around her.

Eriko Impacted Daisuke hard, driving him down to the ground as she flopped on top of him. The two wrestlers slipped along the mats carried on his oiled back before they came to a slow stop. She had clung to him, arms wrapped around his body to keep him from rolling over onto her, waiting to make a move one they had stopped their slide. There were any number of things she could do mounted on top of him, while she had threaten d a smother, that was rather low on the list. If he was going to play dirty, she would play rough.

She planted her hand firmly on his chest, starting to crawl up along his body when she came to an abrupt halt. She winced as his legs had coiled themselves around her, sharply contrasting her midsection. She pushed off of him, tugging her body to find he had locked her in pretty tight. The redhead let out a small cry as he squeezed, her arms shakily lowering herself back down to lay her breasts back down upon his chest.

She huffed softly as her cheek rested fir.ly against his collar, her labored breathing tingling along the oiled surface of his body. She hadn't simply given in, no, she just needed to lay flat and still. One of her hands pressed down along her body, fingers wiggling as they forced themselves down between her body and his thigh. If not for the oil, such a task would have been far more difficult. She tried to work her arm through completely to the other side before hooking her hand around his leg, pulling hard to see how much she could alleviate the pressure if not tear one of his legs off of her completely. Given his green nature in the oil, he might not have the hold as secure as he thought.

“Enjoy this...ugh… while it.. heh… while it lasts.” not content to lay about and simply pry herself loose, she buried her other hand with a far less gentle approach. While they were in his close, it was difficult to get a great deal of force behind a strike, though she was familiar enough with enough ground based martial arts to make it happen. She sent a few tight hooked punches to his side, making use of the fact he wouldn't be moving much to wrack up some early damage as she struggled to free herself.

The initial tackle had left him winded out, as Eriko's body smacked against Daisuke's own, the the wrestlers took the match back to the mat as Daisuke's back slid across the mat before coming to a halt whilst his opponent was on top of him, the two continued to struggle a bit as Daisuke was unable to roll them over. Still, he managed to wrap his legs around her waist for a surprise body scissors to keep her from really asserting her dominance on him. She slid across his body, laying on top of him as her breasts pressed down against his chest, for a moment she simply laid on him with her cheek resting against his collarbone. Daisuke would soon bring his arms up and wrap them around her head to secure her in place. "Mngh! Y-you're not so tough, you sure you're one of the best oil wrestlers around? Nggh..."he grunted as the two struggled.

Eriko's hands slithered down to his thighs, slipping her fingers in between his thighs and her body to slowly pry his legs off of her waist. The oiled condition certainly aided her as Daisuke was struggling to find a power grip as his legs kept slipping and sliding against her oiled body. "While it lasts huh? I think you're not getting out of this on-Gaaaaahhh"her fists struck him in the side and while there wasn't much force in them, it was the mere fact of the surprise attack and him not having his guard up that really shook him. The grip around her waist broke up as his legs slid off her body and went down on the mats.

Eriko’s cheek smooshed up against Daisuke as he hugged her head close. A minor annoyance having her ability to see obscured, but she could move off of touch for right now. Once she had slipped an arm between the two of them it was only a matter of opening him up a bit. His legs parted easily as she drilled his side with a punch, getting a small laugh from her as she cut off his taunting.

She was quick to throw one leg over his immediately to prevent him from attempting to scissor her again. “Mmm, what was that?” She shifted her body up against him, using her weight and positioning to keep him flat to the mats as she took small steps in setting up for another move. She extended her other leg, trying to get it up and over his leg so she was straddling him, thighs spread wide over top of him to prevent herself from being rolled.

All that was left was to deal with his arms around her. Rather than fight his hugging grasp directly, she opted to continue to strike at his side with her balled fist, exploiting his lack of defense until he bothered to stop her.

If he let go of her head enough to break free, she would shimmy up his body and throw an arm up and around, trying to hook an arm around his neck from behind so her forearm was tucked under his chin in a firm choke. She would throw her back upwards, trying to drag him into an awkward bent forward sitting position as she cranked his neck.

Daisuke knew if he ever stood a chance against Eriko, it would have to be in a close quarters grappling situation. The oiled conditions would make it hard for him to try technical submission moves and slams, which is why he opted to keep the match to simple squeezing submission and keep as close to her as possible, even though it might seem a little more suggestive than usual especially since the two were just down to their bottoms. However, as the match was behind closed doors there was nothing to worry about how people might perceive the two wrestlers engaging in a hotly contested grapple. Eriko would be pressed down against Daisuke, her cheek grinding against his collar as he squeezed her head and body until a couple of well timed strikes forced him to let her go.

Her legs raised up and pinned Daisuke's legs under hers, effectively stopping him from attempting another body scissor as she still stayed on top of him, slightly squirming forward. She straddled on top of him with her body still bent forward as he had her trapped under his arm, momentarily only as another flurry of strikes to his side earned her the freedom she wanted. Daisuke moaned in pain as he squirmed under her, Eriko realizing her chance would trap his head under his arm, making sure her arm coiled around the back of his neck as her forearm was locked under his chin to trap him in a firm choke. She would lift him up, the two were now in a seated position, pressed into each other chest to breast as Daisuke's moans grew louder.

"Mnnffh....owwwwww" he groaned, his hands going down towards her waist as he began to push her back while pulling his head back as well to try and use the oiled conditions to escape from the grip of her arms. The heat was getting to him too, as the wrestling prince was starting to work up some sweat.

“Here we go… back where you belong.” Her arm flexed around her prisoners neck, constricting him tighter. She leaned in, pressing her body firmly to his, reaching around to hug him close with her free arm as he tried to shove and struggle free from her. “What’s wrong?” She giggled softly, though she fell silent when she could actually feel him starting to squirm free. That wouldn’t do, not at all.

She leaned back, untucking her legs from her straddling position to extend out past his sides. She attempted to wrap her long powerful legs around his midsection, looking to trade one hold for another as she tried to scissor his midsection. She had finally lost hold of his head, shoved backwards to lay flat along the top of Daisuke’s legs. Had she locked in her legs, she would March her back to try sit herself up a bit, reaching back to plant her palms down along his thighs to keep his legs pinned to the mats as she squeezed.

With the two facing each other, on a seated position, the wrestling prince was trapped in a rather peculiar position. His body was pressed against the oiled figure of his opponent, with Eriko's arm coiled around the back of his neck as she pulled him downwards slightly in a headlock/choke. Daisuke attempted to wriggle and struggle his way out but the veteran oil wrestler had other plans, she leaned in further towards him, making her oiled breasts mushroom against his pecs. Her free arm wrapped around his body to keep him up close against him as she squeezed her arm tight around his neck, making him moan in pain. Daisuke's body started to sweat a bit too as his struggles intensified.

He felt her grip loosening up and continued with his struggles, until she decided to lean backwards, allowing some room to open up her legs as she quickly snapped them around his side to lock in a body scissor. Her legs really squeezed tightly around his mid-section but at the same moment he managed to slip his head free. "AHHHHHHHH" he yelled in the private gym wrestling room as she scissored him. Eriko made sure to adopt a elevated position, pressing her palms against his thigh to keep his legs pinned and keep her posture straight. Still, it would be hard to keep a firm grip with her oil and his thighs oiled up.

Daisuke gritted his teeth as he bore the pain, looking to lean forward to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her up against him, as they were just a moment ago. If she would squeeze his mid-section using her leg, Daisuke would squeeze hers with his arms as he attempted a bearhug.

Eriko’s legs were arguably her best asset, depending on who you asked. Regardless of where people liked their curves, it wasn't even a question of how strong they really were. While not the most imposing woman, she made up for it in raw strength when it came to her legs. The thighs sandwiching Daisuke were a testament to that as they worked to crush his body under an enormous amount of pressure.

She squirmed as his arms wrapped around her in turn, pulling her in close. Her back arched as he squeezed, letting out a small shudder. It was definitely a problem, it would continue to be one… but he had brought her in close.

She could salvage this. The redhead reached, attempting to slip her arms around Daisuke’s head. “Thanks for the boost…” She would start to pull him in, puffing out her chest a bit more as she was squeezed, trying to drag his face between her oil slicked breasts to forcefully smother him along with her constricting body scissor.