Hawkeye vs Army Best of 5 Match 3: Hardstyle Hentai

Riza had to admit, while this was initially embarrassing, it seemed to get...less so, as she spent more time un-robed. The body was a weapon, of course, and sex appeal could be as well, and she had to admit, using it against Army, getting into his head, seeing it have effect...it gave her more confidence, encouraged her to act a bit sexier and see what effect it had.

It also helped that right now, rubbing against Army...felt good. His chest was broad, and warm against her back, and the feelings of his arms around her waist, in a non-violent way for once, felt...comfortable.

For a second, she felt a twinge of fear, as his arms clenched around her bare waist, thinking he was about to attack...but he didn't, and for an awkward, strange...yet also pleasant moment, they just stayed that way, her rubbing against him, him holding her close. Her tight butt pressed and rubbed against his crotch, and the growing stiffness she could feel against her cheeks made her giggle a bit, turning her head to press her cheek against his chest, one hand stroking the back of his neck as the other slowly, gently, grabbed one of his own hands around her midsection.

"Liking that, aren't you Army? You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you? We don't have to fight just yet, we can just stay like this, I rather...like...having you hold me..."

She said with a husky tone, hoping he wouldn't see her blush. She blew some hot air on his neck, while trying to gently move and lift his hand, trying to make him slide it up her body, feel how tight and toned she was, before, after a moments hesitation, trying to place his hand onto her breast!

This was dumb. So, so dumb.

It wasn’t like this was new territory for Army. He didn’t like to brag, but yes, he had been with a few women in his time. Hot women. Horny women. Women who wrestled him and rubbed up against him and did things that would earn an X-Rating in any theatre. None of this was new hat to him. He’d hung out and been fuckbuddies with Ro Frickin’ Larren, for Christ’s sakes.

And yet, here he was. Messing this up. Not the best moment of his AFW career.

Maybe it was just true what they said about love and hate, but thinking about hurting Hawkeye was turning into a nigh-Herculean task at the moment. The way she rubbed up against him, the way she whispered, placing his hand on her breast. So close, so hot, and he didn’t have to do anything for it, not really. This was the easy way.

Did he want it?

Yes. Fuck yes.

Deciding to just go with the flow for now, Army went with the motions and even added to them, leaning in to peck away at Hawkeye’s neck, peppering it with gentle kisses and light nibbles, grazing it with his teeth. He kept one hand at her breast, gently kneading away at her, while the other hand went to her stomach and rubbed away her abs, feeling the tone between his fingers.

For a moment, as Army didn't't react at all, Riza had a twinge of nervousness. What if she was wrong? What if he didn't want her after all? What if she was just pissing him off, and he easily shook off her charms? She was in a very vulnerable position, after all, and it wouldn't take much for him to just throw her around...

It was partly with relief, the breath she let out, as Army started going with the flow, kneading at her breast and nipping at her neck. Partly, however, because the rest of what she was feeling was pure pleasure, as she rubbed her backside against his hardening crotch. It had been too long since she had been really touched like this, in or out of the ring, and damn did it feel good., despite the redness in her cheeks.

"A-Army..." she cooed softly, the two of them staying like that for now, just caressing and enjoying the feel of each others bodies, Hawkeye's own personal wet dream starting to come to life, her hand slowly rubbing the back of his. "Maybe I should...wear this bikini more often..."

The crowd seemed a bit divided on the developments, not sure whether to cheer or boo. While they’d come to see sex - nobody tuned into hentai matches for a display of raw skill, after all - they were used to at least some aggression in these matches, especially with the opening salvos. That wasn’t what they were getting here, not all, and they weren’t quite sure what to do with it.

Army tuned them out, mostly, focusing on the moment more than anything. The way she felt against his body, the way their lips met, the way they touched each other and each caress seemed to go on forever…

It was a bit much, honestly, and it was easy to forget that this was a match, that he had an actual goal here. But that was still in the back of Army’s head, still a goal, and even as they got into it, those thoughts began to creep their way back to him.

He needed her down. Needed to get control.

He didn't’ respond to her comment with words, but he did begin to ease her down to the floor, sitting down on the mat and urging her to come along with him. His arms kept up their business, exploring every inch of her body that he could find, savoring the touch, and his lips back to pepper her neck with kisses, suckling away at the skin.

But his legs began to wrap around her waist, sliding along her sides, closing in…

Riza had the hots for Army. There was absolutely no point in even attempting to deny it anymore. She wanted him. Had wanted him since their first match, and while she was trying to manipulate him by putting her body on display, taking the risk of rejection by making this her initial offensive attempt, this match was probably the only chance she could actually indulge in her desire for her muscular rival.

As a result, she might have not entirely been thinking clearly as she accepted Army's unspoken invitation to sit down on the mat, sitting into his lap, continuing to rub her body against him, one hand reaching behind her to finally grope at his crotch, wanting to feel
how hard he was through his pants, lightly nipping at his ear before whispering huskily into it. "Ohhh Army..."

Riza was hot. There was no getting around that - oh, sure, he could rationalize it all he wanted, say it all came down to a good choice in attire, that he was just hungry after a dry spell and his lower head was fucking with his upper one, but that was just dancing around the truth.

She was a sexy woman. More to the point, he was a sexy woman who’d kicked his ass, and history showed he had a strong thing for that.

So.

Yeah.

But just because he wanted to enjoy the sexy body that was on top of him didn’t mean he wasn’t out to win this. Far from it. His legs clamped down around her sides, keeping her nice and secure - not so tight it would hurt, but she’d be hard pressed to get out at the current level of intensity, no question. He wasn’t too bothered by her hand on his hardness, even thrust into it, encouraging the treatment. Only fair, with what was coming next.

His arm came to her side and slid around her thigh, working a steady trail to the center. That was the trick, in his experience - not going straight for the kill. Fingers sliding along her skin, running over the muscles, building up anticipation until the reached her crotch. He grazed over her womanhood with a curious touch, probing at it, bringing along the hints for so much more…

Stupid.

She should have seen it coming.

All this attempt to get him hot and bothered, this attempt to be sexy, to get him off guard. It was working, no doubt, but she had been getting hot and bothered herself, and got distracted as a result...and foolishly got led right into a trap by the man she was trying to seduce.

It wasn't until his thighs clapped around her slim and bare midsection that she realized it, and then it was too late...he had her.

His fingers slid along her smooth thighs, danced along them. Damnit. He was good, his touch sending shivers through her body, her breath getting faster, louder, as he reached her bikini clad crotch, her hot breath blowing onto his neck. Trying to stay in things, her hand continued to press and rub against his swimsuit covered crotch, trying not to let him get to her too much.

Hawkeye was hot and getting hotter by the second, clearly loving the attention she was getting. He couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that she was getting more out of this than he was, even though he’d been the one to suggest it in the first - strange, but then again, nothing shouldn’t surprise him much in the AFW anymore.

Didn’t matter. The important thing was that he had in his clutches, now, and he wasn’t about to let her get away. Not without a fight.

She didn’t seem all that interested in providing one, either. She rubbed against his crotch, and that had a real effect, but he was sure to take the advantage in that area. And her breath on his neck? He had an answer for that, too - he craned his neck to the side, dipped in, and pressed their lips together, taking her with a wild kiss, plunging in hard to take her off guard.

All the while, that finger at her crotch grew bold, as a finger dipped over the top and began to explore underneath, tempting her, promising her so much more.

This was bad. Well, no, not accurate. This was REALLY good. Pretty amazing actually. But still bad, at least technically speaking.

"Mmmm!"

Hawkeye moaned into Army's mouth, kissing him back, her tongue rubbing against his own, torn between wanting to fight against him, but her body wanting, craving, needing his touch. As a result, her struggles against him became half hearted, her entire attempt to trap and seduce him turning against her, and there was little she could do to stop it, assuming she even wanted to.

She felt his finger dip between her waist and her bikini bottoms, getting a chill from her, halting her own attempts to get him off as she broke the kiss. "N-no, wait!" she stammered, trying to regain her head here.

Little problem: this was actually Army’s first hentai match.

Well, strictly speaking, that wasn’t true. He’d been in matches where sex was involved, sure, and he’d had fights outside of the ring where that was a thing. But when it came to serious, real, hentai matches, official rules and everything? No, this was kind of new territory.

He figured he could handle it, that this would be an easy one to secure. He had Hawkeye, and while he wasn’t exactly ice cold himself, she was definitely further down the road.

Simple.

Or not.

Hawkeye, unfortunately, wasn’t an idiot, and the trap he was trying to force her into her wasn’t all that subtle. When she pulled out, there was only one thing he could really do - keep going, hardered and more forceful than before. ”Wait for what?”

He moved in fast, pressing back into the kiss and redoubling his efforts below, trying to slip a finger and get to work before she had a chance to do more than just protest.