Bride of Flame doused in Oil

It was indeed a subtle challenge, Daisuke felt humiliated by having to tap to Eriko’s sweaty and oiled breasts, the move was so simple yet so effective. Her body pressed down on him as tightly as she could, with her breasts suffocating him until he had no choice but to submit to her. He was ready for that, or she thought, he would not suffer the same fate again- Daisuke would not be embarrassed by her breasts again- or she thought. He noticed her brow raise up as if she accepted that challenge and Dasiuke nodded at her, a silent heated challenge was set between the two. Daisuke took his sweet time to drink some water and oil back up a bit.

“Yeah….that’s right” he whispered to her before he was on his knees, crawling towards her looking to lock up once more. The two were facing each other square on the mats, Daisuke moved in and so did Eriko as the two locked up in another hot and sweaty grapple. Daisuke grunted as he leaned into her, her breasts mushed against his chest as he tried to power his way through but the oil was frustratingly neutralizing his strength advantage. Daisuke’s hands slipped and he grappled with her once more, he leaned into her but she soon shifted inward, her side pressing up against him as she trapped his head under her arm for a stiff side headlock. “Argghhh….shit” he cursed as Eriko soon dragged him forward, her hip thrusting into his as she flipped him over her hip and down onto the mats in a judo toss, releasing the headlock as well.

*THUD*

“AHHHH” he cried out as he as bridged up slightly and clutched is back. He glared up at her, gritting his teeth as she questioned him.

Eriko met his glare with a big warm smile, seemingly unphasee by any spite he mind be sending her way through his eyes. Looming nearby she looked tall and strong on her knees, a slender form that was tight and fit, shining as the oil glistened off her natural curvature. She gave a small toss of her head, flicking her vibrant red braid over her shoulder to rest behind her. For such a small unassuming woman, she had quite a bit of power and skill behind her.

Slowly slipping back, she dropped onto her hands and knees, backside raised slightly behind her like an animal about to pounce. “I hope I’m not distracting you.” She mused softly, giving her tush a small wiggle in the air. Her breasts bounced low, a few stray droplets of oil rolling down them before falling to the mat. She watched him closely, waiting until he move to rise back up before lunging at Daisuke, attempting to knock him into his back.

We're he not ready or fast enough to react, she would quickly go to work attempting to collect his limbs. Grasping out at his wrists with her hands, trying to intertwined her legs with his to love him into a tight grapevine hold. She was smiling all the while, most of her earlier determination that drove their first round had faded. It seemed as though she was playing with him a bit now, knowing full well she had taken a lot out of him in their first go.

Daisuke was a little overwhelmed here, he was way out of his game and whilst the first round he was able to keep up, his arrogance which lead to the second round is what could really make him end up in a more embarrassing position than the first. He was exhausted from the first fall which made him more sluggish, allowing Eriko to trap him in a headlock before tossing him over her hip and slamming him down on his back on the oiled mat. He moaned in pain but luckily for him, Eriko did not follow up immediately and instead allowed him a moment of respite. He massaged his back as he sat up on a seated position. "Owww" he moaned in pain.

Daisuke was unaware of his surroundings, Eriko was already on her hands and knees, circling the wrestling prince like a tigress. She had her backside raised up a bit as she circled him, allowing him to get a good look at her butt as she completed a full circle. "Urgh, you're not distracting me at all. I am going to be-OUUFFFF" before he could finish, she lunged in at him, tackling him to the ground. Daisuke was on his back once more with Eriko's oiled body sliding on top of his own. Their fit bodies rubbed against each other, sweat and oiled frames struggling against each other as he felt her legs intertwine with his own as she began to spread his legs wide, putting pressure on his groin while pinning his hands over his head. He was trapped under her, he wriggled wildly while bucking his hips up into their, their crotches bumped as well. Daisuke groaned as he shook his head left and right, trying to avoid his face being right under those breasts, should she lower them onto his face.

Beads of sweat and oil dropped onto Daisuke from Eriko's frame as he continued to struggle. "Ngh! Get off!!" he growled, frustrated that he was trapped.

"Nope." Once again Eriko found herself sprawled out on top of Daisuke. Their first round had been fairly competitive, granted she had indulged a teeny bit towards the end when she was fairly certain she had things in the bag. This round however? She was clearly just playing with him now. He could have been one of the best in the world ring, but on the oiled mats he might as well have been a practice dummy at this point.

It didn't speak to his talent really, it had come down to their conditioning. Stamina, endurance, mobility, in the oil she knew how to move, how to slip her body about as needed, and when to expand her energy. He on the other hand was trying to brute force everything. His holds, his escapes, and it only served to waste what little he had left in the reserves.

Her toned legs intertwined with his, she parted them slowly, stretching him as far as she could like a wishbone. Her back arched, pressing her bosom down firmly across his pectorals, arms outstretched to keep his wrists pinned off to the side on an odd angle to deny him any form of leverage. In theory, she could have started a pinfall count here, but she was having a bit too much fun at the moment as he tired himself out struggling in her grasp. She would let him wear himself out a bit more before seeing what else she could get away with one he was spent.

She smiled down at him, somehow remaining to look just as sweet as she had before they began. “I am trying to decide how I should finish you.” She remarked with a soft gentle tease, ready to control whatever surge of struggling it would bring about. “I could smother you again… or maybe do it a different way.” She hummed softly, thinking for a moment. “Heads or tails?” With the mention of heads, she pushed her chest firmly to his, grinding up against him roughly as if to explain what she meant. Likewise at the mention of tails, she raised her backside a bit, giving it a small wiggle before thrusting her hip down onto his, resecuring her hold. “If you can't decide I can pick one for you.”

With the second round being quite one-sided due to Daisuke tiring himself out with his unnecessary struggling and aggressiveness, Eriko managed to topple the wrestling prince with ease. The exhausted wrestling prince found himself panting and struggling to catch his breath while the Bride of Flame found herself in a dominant position of top of her oiled prince. He gritted his teeth while glaring up at her, oil and sweat glistening off him as he found the place rather warm now. His struggles didn't help him much, the oil just made him slip and slide against her body until her legs intertwined with his and she began to spread them wide, making him moan out loud.

With her body spread over his, she lowered himself onto him, her firm oiled breasts grinded onto his chest as she spread his arms over her head, pinning them with her own. He was trapped and he knew it, eventually his struggles faded away and he simply laid there, under her. He glared up at her as she toyed with him, deciding on how to finish him. Her breasts mushroomed against him even more when she called heads and at the call of tails, her body rose up and thumped back down onto him. "OUFFF" he let out a muffled groan as she settled back on top of him.

"Arghhh this can't be happening. I can't lose! AHHH" he moaned, unable to escape his oiled prison. He promised her he couldn't tap to her smother again and hoped she didn't decide to challenge him on that.

She knew she could tire him out, that wasn't even a question in her mind. How long it would take however was up for debate. When his struggles came to a slow stop, she didn't hide her surprise. With a curious tilt of her head, she pushed herself down on him, pulling their legs apart to apply a bit more pressure, testing the limits she could abuse his lack of resistance to her. She tried not to seem so amused to spare him some measure of dignity, their first round had shown some actual promise between them in competition while this one had been nothing more than her dominating him from the outset. The fact he was so shocked by it was almost sad with how easy it had been.

“Mmm, it's happening.” She took a deep breath before letting out a gentle, content sigh while she easily held him under her control. He hadn't played along with her question, leaving her to decide. Given their positions, she opted for the one requiring less setup. Pushing her chest off of his, she bucked a few times, slapping her hips up against Daisuke’s body as she slithered her way up his oiled abdomen to put her at the right length along his body to peer down at him shadowee by her looming chest.

A few bead of oil slipped down along her curves, hanging precariously from her nipple before gravity pulled them from her form to drip down onto his face. Her plans were obviously as she lowered her bosom down with a smile, wiggling her upper body to playfully smack his cheeks with her weighty yet cushioned breasts. With that, she nestled his face deeply within her cleave with a soft yet pleasant hum, dooming him to a repeated fate he had sworn not to relive.

“Think about what you learned here today.” She giggled softly, resting her chin atop his head along his oiled mess of hair. Her arms and legs had extended as far as they could, pulling her prey out along the oiled mats as if he were in some manner of ancient torture device. “While you still can anyway.” She murmured softly, seemingly content to take this one all the way and knock her opponent out. A taste of what was on the line would do him good in the grand scheme of things.

This was not happening.

The wrestling prince was totally out-classed, how quickly did the competitive match turn into a one-sided dominance was a question he could never comprehend but the fact was, that it WAS happening. He let out a loud moan as his legs were stretched apart from the grapevine, making his groin hurt a bit as those briefs rolled up and wedged up against his butt and crotch awkwardly. His hands were already trapped above his head and there was no room to move. His oiled frame wriggled about and slipped against the mat but Eriko had him in control and was comfortable, even with the oiled grip.

Dodging her question didn't get him any relief as she bucked her ups onto him, "UUFFF" he grunted, as the wind escaped him. Now winded out and struggling to catch his breath, she found it much easier to slide herself further ontop as her breasts hovered over his face. Oil and sweat tricked onto his face and he started to buck up and shake under her. "Arghhh l-let me go" he pleaded as her breasts smacked his face to embarrass him. Earlier, he told her he would never tap in the smother again and she wanted to test him on his words. Soon enough, her breasts dropped down and pressed up against his face, his face totally engulfed by her oiled breasts as he struggled to breath. Daisuke was forced to take in the scent of her sweat slicked and oiled breasts, there was no room to move. His arms and legs already trapped, he felt her chin press against the top of his head as she had him trapped in the breast smother.

"MMMMFFMMMMFFF *cough*huff*cough* MMFFFHHHHH" he mumbled as he spoke something that she couldn't make out. Daisuke was done, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't tap. The wrestling prince was doomed in a sweaty and oiled prison between her breasts, his proud chiseled frame forced to surrender against the Bride of Flame. Struggling a good couple of minutes, soon his struggles faded away and he was forced to sleep. Everything was getting to him, the heat, the suffocation, the embarrassment and soon, Daisuke laid there simply.....under her body, Knocked out.