Bride of Flame doused in Oil

With her laying on her back right in front of the prince, it was fairly an easy option on what to do next. While he was down on his knees, Eriko had trapped the wrestling prince in a tight spot with her legs wrapped around his waist as she squeezed him as hard as she could. Even in the oiled condition, she showed her experience and her grip of his waist with her legs still felt pretty leg, despite those oiled legs of her sliding up and down against his own well oiled body. Without thinking any other way, the moaning prince would wrap his arms around her waist to pull her up, making her sit on his lap as he counter squeezed her with his arms, locking in a bearhug. He figured it would be a straight up contest, her scissors against his bearhug but she sought to one-up him.

With their slick bodies pressed tight, Eriko wrapped her arms around Daisuke's head to shove his head downards, pressing his face against her perfect and oiled breasts, smothering him while scissoring him. Daisuke started to panic, his body wriggling about as their sweaty and oily frames rubbed against each other, he left his bearhug grip to grab her bra- which was not there, he only ended up scratching her mid-back before quickly re-applying the bearhug, albeit with not much force. His breath was quickly being taken away with the strength being sapped away from him, "MMMFFFFFHHHH" he moaned, the dual submission was suffocating almost, with the proximity of their bodies in the private wrestling room.

It was a reassuring reaction when Daisuke momentarily surrendered his bear hug on her, giving her and opportunity to press herself tightly up against him in the perfect positioning to maintain her smother. Her hands locked in tightly, she gave a small wiggle of her upper body before tightening her arms up to keep him from being able to turn his head and escape her grasp.

His muffled cries of protest felt good. Not only the fact it was nice to silent his tainting, but the vibration against her body as well. An added bonus for this particular hold. “Mmm, I think I might have you. Don't forget, you can tap any time you want.”

She grunted softly once the crushing hold was reapplied to her, but by now, she was confident she had taken him by storm, and could easily outlast him with both of her powerful strangleholds over his body. It wasn't enough though. He had played dirty, questioned her skill. She wanted to dominate this exchange completely.

Eriko leaned back slightly before she shoved her weight forward, trying to tip her foe over onto his back. She clung to him like a spider, seemingly immovable as she tangled her body around him. His attempt to squeeze himself wasn't working, he would have to come up with something else, fast, if he wanted to have any hope of breaking free, otherwise she was going to continue holding him tight in her crushing and smothering embrace, giggling all the while.

As soon as the wrestling prince gave way by releasing his bearhug momentarily, he felt his opponent further press herself against Daisuke's body. Her well oiled and now slightly sweaty breasts further pressed up against his mouth and nose, not giving him any breathing space at all. He moaned, mumbled and struggled to catch a breath all while trying to bear the pain around his waist that her legs were inflicting on him with her tight body scissor submission. "Mmffh! N-no" he grunted in defiance, not willing to submit.

Eriko had other plans as well, she leaned backwards before smacking her body into Daisuke, forcing the prince down onto his back while she remained on top, pressing her body down onto his, really pressing her oiled breasts into his face. Daisuke had reapplied the bearhug but now it was clear if this kept up, she was going to out-last him in their submission exchange. He wriggled under her for a bit before releasing the bearhug.

The heat and the oiled conditions were all a factor coming to play as Daisuke's struggles slowed down, he didn't have much room to breath as she squeezed him in the scissor and smother combo. The wrestling prince started to shift around on his backside, bringing his arms up to her shoulders as he tried to push her upwards and get some space between his face and her breasts as he was drenched in sweat and oil. "MMMFFFFF *cough*huff*....Mfff...mf...."

Eriko settled the both of them down onto the mats slicked with oil from their bodies, her hold over him had only grown as she became comfortable with their new position. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, this was a hold she had used many a time in the pits against far more experienced oil wrestler than her current foe.

She grunted softly as her palms pressed up against her shoulders. Her arms shook a bit as she fought against his pushing, though he had managed to lift her just enough to gasp for breath if he was fast. She twisted her upper body, arching her back as well, using his pushing force against him as his slippery hands would slide right off her oil coated body. Hunkering back down, she would imprison Daisuke back between her breasts, giving him another tight squeeze with her thighs.

“Shhh… I have you. Save your strength, you can try again after you submit, or you pass out. Your choice.” she hummed cheerfully, rather confident in her dominant positioning over her foe. For as strong as he may have been, as experienced as wrestler as he was, this was her world he stepped into. He had wanted the real experience, that is what he was getting.

With Daisuke down on his back, he was running out of option. His side's were already in pain due to her constant squeezing with her legs, his face being smothered by her sweaty and oily breasts, offering no room whatsoever for any oxygen at all. Daisuke wriggled under her, it was hard to really get her off due to the oiled condition but due to her experience she knew exactly how to stay up on top while the wrestling prince struggled. His struggles did pay off as he managed to push up on her shoulders to get a brief second of breather before his hands slid from Eriko's shoulders and she SMACKED down back on him, with his face once again smothered by her bare breasts.

The room was feeling quite warm to him now, the two were drenched in sweat and doused in oil as they continued to wrestle in the private room. Daisuke was feeling the effects too as he had no room to breath, with his mouth and nose pressed against his opponent's breasts. He let out a loud moan as he felt her legs squeeze even harder, she told him to relax and give it up. His hands fell by his side as he laid there, without struggling. "Mnfff.....*cough*..mf...."

There was no question, he was woman-handled by the better wrestler and he couldn't escape her breast smother. He started to feel light headed and limp, his hands went to grab her hair and yank it but without any force at all. His hands then slid down her shoulders, feeling her back all the way down to her butt as he began to tap her butt gently, signalling his submission.

"Mff..sub..mmff...miss...mggg...ion" he mumbled.

His struggles had been admirable, but in the end his final Gambit to remove her had failed. With his last great attempt to push her away behind them, her arms had coiled back around his head to pull his face snuggly between her breasts. As she lay her weight on top of his, casually maintaining both holds at this point, her fingers combed through his hair to idly play with it as she played the waiting game.

She let out a soft giggle as he arms fell away completely. As if a small reward for his failing struggles she loosened her thighs around his midsection, while tight they had stopped crushing him completely. “There we go… just a little bit longer.” she gave a small wiggle on top of him, breathing out a soft content sigh.

She tilted her head as she felt his finger tug at her hair again, lacking the earlier strength he had used to wrench her off of him previously. Her back arched a bit, feeling a slightly tingle as his fingertips roamed down along her skin. She cooed softly as he pat her backside. “Well aren't you just...oh..Oh! Sorry!” She had thought he was being playful at first, not picking up he was actually submitting until it had just clicked.

Her legs unwrapped from his waist, slipping out from under him so she was simply straddling his body. Pushing herself up, she sat her weight back on Daisuke’s stomach and rested her palms on his chest as she smiled down at him. “Not bad, but you could use some work.” The Redhead traced a finger across his pectoral, tapping his nipple lightly. “Good try though. Up for another round?

Daisuke was left humiliated, for all his confidence and talk before the match he was left humbled by the much more experienced oil wrestler. While he started off well enough, Eriko showed her skill and experience as she slowly used her advantage against the wrestling prince, who was now subdued under the red head. His arms fell to the side and she felt that was it, her scissor relaxed but the grip of her arm tightened as she wanted to make sure this was it. Her breasts further pushed up against his face and nose, forcing him to take the scent of her sweat and oil. There was no room to breathe at all and Eriko was suffocating him.

The wrestling prince put up one last effort but he was too tired, the heat, the sweat, the oil was all too much for the wrestling prince to take. The oil offered him no help to escape his breast smother prison. He felt her body sink into his, she even started to play with his damp hair, she was confident she bested the prince and he had to give her this- he tapped her butt signalling a submission. He felt some pressure elevate from his waist as she released the scissor, now she laid on top of him completely, taking a few extra seconds in the smother before getting off of him. Daisuke finally felt fresh air, his body was red and drenched in sweat as he sucked in fresh breaths of air.

In the end Eriko found it rather easy to finish him off, she stayed on top of him, straddling his waist as her hands traced down his chiseled pecs as she tapped his nipples asking him whats next. Daisuke's chest heaved up and down, he brought his hands up to wipe some sweat off his face, "*huff*huff*......I'm....I'm good to go another round, one more round...." he said, being persistent.

Eriko cracked a sly smirk down at Daisuke, sitting on top of him for far longer than she needed to. “If you’re sure… take a moment though. You won't learn anything if I just take you down again real fast.” She reached out, ruffling his hair before she hopped back up. Ordinarily she would have offered a hand to help him up, but after the earlier stunt with grabbing her hair she didn't trust him not to try to take advantage of that.

Instead, she backed away, arms extended to the ceiling as she stretched herself out, limbering up for round two. She wasn't going to rush him, he seemed like he could use a small break and she wouldn't be against one either. While she was still relatively fresh, it didn't hurt to cool down a bit after rolling around in oil with someone. She took a small small lap around the room at with a slow walk.

“So what have you learned so far?” She eyed Daisuke as she circled him on her trip around the room. “Did you have any questions, concerns? This is a learning experience after all. I would be remiss if I didn't take the time to teach a bit.” in terms of a practice match for herself, it was pretty clear Daisuke was pretty inexperienced in this sort of match. Things he might get away with in normal matches, especially when it came to his attempts to overpower her, just didn't work when oil was added to the equation. It wasn't uncommon though, had they started off standing his weaknesses may have been even more glaring.

After making her way around the room, she moved back to the middle of the mats. Dropping down, she took up position on her knees again, taking a moment to rub the oil and sweat back over herself in an even coating. Pristine and shining again, she looked ready to grapple. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Eriko had suffocated Daisuke into submission. Their bodies were so tightly pressed against each other that even with the oil, Daisuke couldn't really find any space to slip free. Her breasts perfectly pressed against his face, the oil coupled with the warmth and sweat only added to the suffocation as in the end he was forced to tap out to the experienced oil wrestler. Eriko soon let him go but stayed on top of him, straddling his waist as she was sitting on her throne. He smirked down on him, it was a friendly gesture as she reached out to ruffle up his damp hair as he was busy taken deep breaths of air, having just accepted round two.

She got up off of him and Daisuke soon got up to a seated position, he watched her stretch and admittedly she looked gorgeous! Her shining body stretching simply clad in panties as Daisuke looked at her, clutching his neck while still taking the time to catch his breath and cool off. Daisuke stayed sitting, she walked around the room, circling him as she seemed to ask him his review and/or comments.

Daisuke was still a bit sore she took him down with relative ease but he was confident he could still win this. "Yeah...ow, not too bad. I think I had you on the ropes for most parts....that smother got me in the end, wont happen again!" he said as he got up on his feet and went to the corner, taking a couple of sips of water bottle before pouring some on his face and chest. He dried off his face and chest before opening a bottle of oil and pouring it over his chest and then rubbing his palms over his cheeks.

"Come on, I'm ready...." he would say as he got down on his knees and closed in at her, once again locking up with her in a grapple as the two were on their knees.

A less keen eye might have missed the faint glimmer in an eye or the faint curl of the corner of someone's lip into a pleased smirk. Eriko didn't, predisposed to reading people through her work as a hostess, she was very aware of how Daisuke looked at her. His intentions however were another thing. She was a professional, through and through despite keeping the air between them lighthearted and fun. She cracked a small smile of her own when he mentions having her on the ropes, clearly amused by that. With a tilt of her chin and a slightly mischievous grin, a brow arched at his claims she would be unable to repeat her attempts to smother him... It almost felt like a challenge. Part of her really wanted to go for it again straight away, see if he had learned better. That was after all the purpose of this little spar, to help him learn and grow. In a real match she would have without question. If something worked, there was no real reason to stop going it until your opponent caught wise.

As a quiet observer, she waited for him to dehydrate and oil back up, considering whistling a cat call his way, strictly for the purposes of attempting to fluster him. Once again however she was reminded of her role as a professional here, and held herself back. It wasn't wise to be lulled into too playful a mood either, regardless of his inexperience in oil he was still a threat. The redhead shifted her body from side to side, rising up a bit higher on her knees, squaring her shoulders as the two catch each others eyes. Her bright blue orbs flared with a faint hunger as he moved in and she in turn met him half way. Locking arms, she strained, holding nothing back this time. The two had already felt each other up when it came to their strength, not wasn't the time to experiment, it was the time to assert herself.

Palms and bodies slicked with oil, she threw her body inward, shoving her side to press up against Daisuke's chest. Her hand slipped over his collar, looping behind his head where she attempted to wrap her arm around his neck to bring it in for a firm hold. Eriko would attempt to drag him forward, her thigh slipping between his legs briefly to ground herself to thrust the side of her hip into his mid section to attempt to toss him over her side onto his back. If she managed to flip him, the redhead wouldn't pursue, letting him go completely as more a show of force than an attempt to try to submit him again outright. "Sure you're ready?"