Edward Sealgair vs Noomi Holm: Air Boom vs Boom Noom!

Edward stayed upside down, gasping and moaning, even mewling loudly as his cock was stimulated. There was no defense, there was no escape, he couldn't even struggle. He wasn't even sure he wanted to struggle, to be honest. Every suck, lick, and kiss felt like heaven on his member, which was already throbbing in her grip.

"N-Noomi! This, this isn't (Ah!) a h-hentai match! You can't win this way!"

He yelled out in a half hearted protest, his own moans clearly giving away his desires for what she was doing, as if the boner he had sported for most of the match wasn't proof enough. The crowd, for their perverted part in all this, only cheered and egged the swedish girl on, only approving of the sexual technique as the camera got a close look at it.

Finally, Edward could take no more. "Ohhhh...S-stop, I can't...I can't hold...I'm gonna...I'm cumming!" He yelled, head tossing back and forth, sending his ponytail going too and fro as his throbbing cock finally shot its load, cumming directly into Noomi's warm and wet mouth! It was hot, it was electric, it was dominant, it was humiliating...it was one of the best orgasms young Edward had ever had in his life.

Their was a soft muffled sound of surprise from Noomi as Edward finally gave in. Her lips pushed down along his throbbing length, keeping a firm hold as he let it all go. Noomi's rosy cheeks slowly swelled as she took it all, exhaling hard from her nostrils to let her breath Cascade down his loins. Once there was no more for her to give, she slowly drew back, letting his manhood slip from her mouth to dangle before her. She swallowed hard, making it all seem so easy, even smacking her lips together with a refresher sigh.

"It sure seems like I am winning this way… but I don't know. I mean, you're the big, strong, wrestler boy after all." She spoke in a playful tone with a mock pout, that mock innocence she had a habit of falling back into when she knew she had him figuratively, and in this case literally by the balls.

Her fingers curled, tickling his sack as she reached past with her free hand, working his ankles free from the turnbuckles. Once his legs were untangled, she pulled away from him, pulling him forward from the corner roughly with the arm pooped behind him to unceremoniously dump the blond onto the mat. Stepping around to his side, she brought the boot to the side of his head, a gentle placement, to then apply some pressure to grind his cheek into the ring.

"If you are going to act all stubborn about it though, I guess I haven't made my point yet." She tilted her head, smiling down at Edward as she looked over him. The streamer reached down, grabbing both of his wrists before dragging him across the ring towards the center. Once he was positioned the way she wanted, she made sure to flip him over onto his back with her boot.

Stepping over him, she slipped the toe of her boot between his legs, running it down along his thigh until it caught the speedo still only half removed. She walked forward, dragging it down along his legs until it reached his calves before kicking her foot out to send it flying.

"We don't need those anymore." She hummed cheerfully, turning back on her heel to walk back to her little boy toy. She crouched at first, lowering herself down to straddle his waist, nestling her panties up against his manhood so it was sandwiched between them. Slowly she rolled her hips, grinding herself up against it. Her fingers grasped at the end of his ponytail, using it like a rope to slowly pull him up. Just enough that his upper body was off the mat, using him as a counterweight as she leaned back to rock against him.

"How does it feel?" She cooed softly, the question left purposely vague as to if she meant what she was doing to him or the fact he was likely losing at the moment. She wouldn't wait for long for an answer before lifting slightly and slipping her free hand between them. Taking his shaft in hand she gave it a few light strokes, working it hard again if it wasn't already. Pulling back, she used it like a tool to wedge her panties away from her crotch and slip him inside of her. With a wiggle she lowered her weight back down on top of him to him to seat herself, letting him get lost in the warmth of her folds.

Ed had been in hentai matches before, he had cum in the ring before. But that had always been through hand jobs, foot jobs, a soft thigh rubbing against his crotch. All standard, somewhat bland ways of losing hentai matches, done by women who were just focused on winning a match rather than giving extreme pleasure.

Noomi though...the way her tongue danced along his shaft, the force she sucked with, her playful quips. She wanted him to feel as much pleasure as possibly from her actions...and there was a LOT of pleasure flowing through his body now.

The next few moments were all a blur, as he was taken down, fully stripped, his wet speedo cast aside outside the ring, the sharp tug on his braided hair snapping him back to the moment. "In-incredible but wha...now what a-are you..." He stammered, as the pigtailed girl rubbed her pantie-clad crotch against his wet cock, the stroking of her hand and rubbing of her hips, combined with the virility of his youth, allowed him to get hard again soon under her touch.

"Ah!" he sharply gasped, as she slid himself into her and came back down, his full length inside of her. It was warm, and it was tight, the teen feeling her inner walls squeezing at his length, making him shudder with electric pleasure through his toned body. "Oh god Noomi! You're so tight, it feels so good!" he let out, caught in a lustful daze underneath her!

Had Noomi known of Edward's past hentai match experiences and how he ultimately lost those bouts, she would have likely laughed. It would have been sure wasted potential to just give the young blond a handy and win the match. Boooooring! Where was the fun in that? While it was true that she, much like those women, wanted to win, she wanted to do so while enjoying herself.

While Valentina was all about putting the hurt on people in the ring, Noomi was about spreading the love and was more than happy to turn any match into a sexy little stage show for the audience. She prefers to leave her victims moaning and wanting more… so far it seemed to be working.

Noomi smirked down at Edward in relative silence on her part. Eyes lidded with a keen enjoyment of making use of the other wrestler for their mutual enjoyment. She let out a pleasant purr, finding an angle that was just right to please herself as well. The silence between them was punctuated by a soft wet squishing and heavy moist slap as her hips rose up and down on top of him.

This wasn't her first rodeo, riding a strong young bull like this. She could feel every twitch of excitement, feel the tense anticipation in his body as she brought him closer and closer to climax. It was understandable it wouldn't take much to push him over, not after how much she had working him over this match.

Just as Edward was set to burst, she unraveled her fingers from his braid, letting his weight drop him back to the mat. Noomi placed a hand on his pectoral, flat palm pushing her weight down on top of his upper body. With one last hard clap of her hips into him, she clenched her body to flex up around him, holding him down while inviting his orgasm. "That's a good boy~"

The referee had been watching rather keenly, only slightly guilty to have to be part of this. When Noomi pushed Edward back down, she started her count immediately, leaving the Celtic Warrior in a nearly no win scenario.

"One!"

The next several minutes was mostly silent between the two fighters, the sound of the crowd falling away from Edwards ears, only hearing the soft and wet squishing between their bodies, and his own pants and gasps. Later, in hindsight, he'd tell himself he tried to resist, tried to hold out the best he could against her sensual assault.

The truth though, was that he offered no resistance, and had no resistance he could offer anyway. He had been manipulated and stringed along by Noomi from the start of the match, and now, with her tight pussy squeezing his cock, sending shivers throughout his entire body, he was helpless, held upright by her grip on his ponytail, involuntarily thrusting his own hips upwards, one hand grabbing her hips to actually help steady her, his other reaching up to grope her breast, lost in his lust.

Finally, with his cock throbbing hard within her warm and wet folds, he was dropped back to the mat, her pussy squeezing even tighter on him, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through his body. This final squeeze caused his eyes to widen, calling her name aloud and letting out a cry of agonizing ecstasy as he shot his load, the young man arcing his back up, legs stiffening and toes clenching...before finally collapsing, body convulsing under her as his orgasm finished, cock limping inside of her.

The referee, having paused her count during Ed's outburst, continued, hitting the mat a second, and third time.

"Two!"

"Three!"

The pin completed, she signaled for the bell, raising Noomi's arm as she was announced as the victor, while she was still on top of the boy. Ed, meanwhile, was sweaty, exhausted, defeated, his body slack and eyes listless, letting out weak moans and groans as he tried to hold on to consciousness.

Noomi let out a small giggle as Edward reached up for her, meeting his hand with here to help guide it to her bosom. She held his palm tight to her breast, letting him grope at her freely. The streamer bit her lip as she rode her opponent down, enjoying the extra layer of participation he had offered while simultaneously submitting to her.

When the time came to finish him, in more ways than one, she had been ready. Warm filled her insides, sending a small shiver up her spine. Edward was unwilling or unable to resist any longer, which had been exactly why she had chosen now to pin him. It was so sweet to hear him moan her name while he lost, an added layer of enjoyment to her victory.

"I guess you didn't need to go easy on me after all, I hardly broke a sweat." She teased him in a low, hot whisper. It of course, hadn't been true. While she had Edward under her thumb for a lot of the match, there were a few close calls. Noomi ignored the attempt of the referee to raise her hand, instead stroking Edward's chest greedily as she felt him slipping from inside of her limply.

She lowered herself down over top of him, pushing her chest down to flatten out her soft breasts against him with only a layer of her too between them. Noomi rolled her hips, returning to grinding herself up against him even though he had seemingly spent the last of his stamina moments prior.

"Is that all you have left? Hmm?" She taunted lightly, giving him a small peck on the lips. She brushed a thumb gently across her cheek as she stared down into his eyes. She looked full of energy still, as if she had just sapped all of his strength and claimed it for her own.

That...had been one heck of an orgasm

It honestly took Edward a few moments to realize he had actually lost the match, as indicated by Noomi's music playing, any feeling of disappointment not yet reaching his brain, still washed in the afterglow of his orgasm.

He felt a weight on his chest, half glazed eyes looking at the adorable victorious girl, letting out a soft squeak as her hips ground against his.

"...I've...I've still got plenty..."

He said in a tired voice. Defiance perhaps, having finally figured out her game and manipulative ways? Unlikely. A half-hearted attempt to sound cool in his defeat? Perhaps just a friendly answer to her question? Honestly, he probably wasn't sure himself...though he didn't exactly seem entirely unhappy.

"You're so cute when you lose." Noomi giggle softly, nuzzling Edward's neck lightly. She pushed up against him, rhythmically rolling her hips up against his limp manhood. She hummed softly, clicking her tongue out so play with his earlobe with a few small licks. Curling her tongue, she drew it into her lips to suckle and nibble at him. After a moment of play she let it pop from her lips, moving up to his face.

"You were fun. Anytime you want me to do this to you again…" she bat her eyes innocently. "Just ask for a rematch… you can be my little boy toy for all my matches." Without letting him respond, she pressed her lips to his firmly. She pressed in tightly, sucking in what little air he had to make a tight seal between their lips.

She ran her hands up along his arms, guiding them lightly over his head as she shared her passionate kiss. Drawing no real attention to the fact that once his arms were up she securely held them at the wrists to keep them pinned. With a hand free, she gave his nostrils a pinch, cutting off his breathing.

Noomi moaned softly into her suffocating kiss, forcing her tongue past the threshold of the boys lips to playfully roam around within. Her warm crotch slicked with Edward's juices thrusting up against him, humping the boy into submission while he was denied oxygen.

Edward said nothing in response to her further taunting, his lips blocked by her own as she kissed him, her wet crotch rubbing and humping against his own. The only sounds he made was low moans and purrs of pleasure, still caught in her lustful trap, the blonde scotsman still basking in the after-effect of his orgasms, the girls cute taunting only making him blush a little.

His eyes would widen though, as his nose was pinched mid-kiss, his airways cut off entirely, the lovely girl sucking the very air out of his lungs! His arms caught, legs feeling too heavy to lift, all he could do was moan and let out a few weak whimpers, his hips moving against hers with a mind of their own, the only sound apart from their muffled grinding being the referee girls embarrassed giggles.

Ed didn't last much longer, letting out a final whimper, his limp cock pinned under her pussy, before his eyes closed, his body going entirely slack, passing out completely beneath her the let's player's body!

Noomi didn't have much experience when it came to knocking out opponents. She wasn't a raw bruiser and submissions didn't generally call for making someone go dark. When she had done it, it was with a few of her old trainers. Headscissors, smothers, that sort of thing. They had underestimated her as well, but hadn't complained when she refused to let them free after tapping. Of course after those altercations she was given new trainers, more playthings to mess with, so it was always interesting to see how long it took her to break them in. This was her first real match here in Tension though, and her benefactor couldn't just toss out her opponents so she would never wrestle them again, so this felt special.

She moaned hotly into their lips, the weaker he became the more it seemed to be turning her own as if she had been draining the life from him. Before she could really get into it however, he had gone limp below her. Unconscious and no longer able to really bask in her domination of him. She drew back, letting their lips separate, her teeth catching his lower lip to give it a small tug. The streamer stared down at Edward, watching him breath softly as he slept, those final moments of joyous ecstasy still painted on his face. Sitting back, she reached down between her legs, tugging at her soaked panties to fix them to sit correctly. She would have to take care of herself in the back since Edward hadn't lasted quite long enough. That was fine, she had plenty of fresh material in her mind to draw inspiration from.

"I'd say better luck next time... buuuuuut I'll make you mine all over again. So no point really!" With a giggle she rose up from her fallen foe, she stepped over him to a chorus of catcalls and cheers. Like any star, she struck a pose, something cutesy and ill befitting all of her sexual exploits in the ring... and they ate it up even more. She lifted her boot, resting it on Edwards chest to pose as an conqueror, flexing for the cameras and flashing phones in the crowd. With her music still playing, she turned on her heel and moved towards the ropes, sliding out of the ring to head up the ramp. She was curious to see what her benefactor would say in their next e-mail. For her money, she thought this match had gone perfectly.