Hawkeye vs Army Best of 5 Match 3: Hardstyle Hentai

It had taken her a...rather stupid long time to realize it, but Hawkeye had finally caught onto just how trapped she really was, too late to counter it. Army had her legs pinned down, her body in his grasp, and while she had access to his crotch, she had no leverage against him.

Her protests were cut off by his lips again, her legs shaking as they strained against his, unable to get her legs free, caught between panic and arousal in his grasp. "MMM!" She let out a higher pitched moan, her own body betraying her as she shivered, hips bucking a little before his finger finally slipped in her, one hand tightly gripping his hair as the other, which had been rubbing his own groin, faltered, her entire attempt to seduce him ending up turning her into his plaything!

Could do without the hand in his air. Very much so.

Army grit his teeth as she pulled at his strands, trying to get past the pain up there and focus on the task at hand. It was no reason to get distracted, after all, especially not when things were going so well. He was on top, in control, and the match was his to take. This was getting close to a clean sweep.

In fact, there was no harm in rubbing it in, right?

He pulled out of the kiss and forced their foreheads together, as he began to pick up the pace below...only to slow it down, just a bit, drawing things out. A little teasing. Hot and cold. Drive her crazy. Crazier. There would be one more match after this, regardless, so he wanted to get into her head and secure the victory after this one.

”What’s wrong?” His tongue shot out and slapped against her chin. ”Looking a bit distracted…”

Hawkeye was being driven crazy, Army's finger rapidly moving in and out of her, her shaved pussy tightening around it, moaning hotly into Army's mouth, her tugs at his hair doing nothing to stop the muscled up boxer from using her body as his own. Even worse, then he began toying with her, slowing down his fingering, making her even crazier, pounding her free fist on his bare chest until he broke the kiss, a thin line of saliva connecting them, as he mocked her.

"A-Army...I'm gonna get you...for this..."

Lust in her eyes, her pussy wet, she bit her lip, reaching down behind her to try and tightly squeeze his package through his shorts!

Army couldn’t help but have a nice, cocky laugh at Hawkeye’s words of defiance. She was stubborn, he couldn’t take that away from her. Hell, it was one of the many traits he was kind of coming to like about her, despite himself. But if she thought she was pulling her way out of this, she was delusional.

”Really?” He leaned in and gave her lip a quick lick. ”’Cause the way it’s looking now, I...I…”

Army’s expression did a 180, changing from one of lust and control and confidence to one of pain and surprise and sheer horror, as her hand crushed his poor balls in its vice grip. All other priorities were immediately rescinded, and he focused all his efforts to reaching down and getting free, anything and everything to stop the pain. [color=#000000]”Letgoletgojesusfuckletgo!”

Riza's plan, or at least, this desperate, barely thought out reaction to his dominance of her, was to try and tightly grab his shaft and try to get him off at the same time as he got her off, hopefully draining him of some energy and buying herself some recovery time from his damned finger.

But between being unable to see where she was grabbing, as well as her own panic...she grabbed something...softer, instead. At first, she didn't even notice what she was squeezing so tightly, looking confused as Army faltered in his attack, and started rambling, not quite understanding at first, incidentally giving his balls a couple more squeezes, before realizing just what happened, her face blushing bright red.

"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! It was an accident!"

She exclaimed, letting go of her grip on his balls, while the ref girl stepped in, forcing the two of them apart and breaking Army's hold on her, checking the man while pushing Hawkeye away. "Are you alright, are you able to continue?" she asked, giving him a chance to recover, before glaring over at Hawkeye, pointing a finger at her. "Based on what I could see, I believe you when you said that was accidental, so I'm willing to let this match continue if he can go on, but let this be your only warning, if you do such an attack again, accidental or otherwise, I WILL disqualify you immediately, understand!?"

The bikini clad Hawkeye, now standing, blushed bright red, briefly forgetting how hot she was, and the damp spot on her bikini bottoms, embarrassed and rubbing the back of her head as she was chastised, a memory of hurting Army's balls once before, in their very first match, coming back to her. "It won't happen again!"

Army was dimly aware of what was happening around him, but he didn’t pay it much mind, really. Let the referee and Hawkeye hash things out, whatever. He was much more concerned about the condition of his poor crown jewels. It was amazing to think that he’d gone this long in the league without taking a real shot to the balls before, but hey, here they were. More than making up for lost time.

Suck it up. Move on.

Army took a deep breath and pushed his way back up, using the ropes for support as he rose. He shot a quick glare at Hawkeye, then straightened up all the way. ”Yeah. Sure it won’t.”

He wasn’t a super-experienced hentai wrestler, but he could see the problem, here, how that little break robbed his progress. It wasn’t quite like starting over at zero, but it was far closer than he wanted to be. He’d need to work hard to get back to where he was, but he tried not to sweat it too much. It was doable.

Raising his hands up, taking a grappling stance, he moved in slow and cautious, keeping a tight eye for what she’d do...

Welp...back to square one it seemed.

Hawkeye winced a little at the glare Army sent her way, clearly any goodwill they may have built up towards each other entirely out the window now. She highly doubted her attempt at seduction would work a second time, especially now that she had crushed his balls temporarily.

With the referee glaring at her, she bit back any more apologies, and simply got her arms up in a grappling stance, trying to ignore the warmth in her loins, or the obvious damp spot on her bikini bottoms, instead focusing on how to take the large, now ticked off man down.

Once the ref allowed them to restart, she'd step in, swinging her arm, aiming a hard chop right at his bare chest!

It was just sex, it was just sex, it was just sex.

That was what Army kept telling himself in the back of his head, anyway. At the most, it was sex combined with fighting, and it wasn’t like he was inexperienced with either of those things. This should’ve been easy street. Should’ve had this. Should’ve been over already...but it wasn’t.

This was proving to be a challenge, a real challenge, and he honestly had little patience for it. Surprise, surprise, getting chopped in the chest didn’t help that, either. He cried out as the blow sliced into his flesh, hitting with surprising impact. Not bad. For a woman her size, she had a lot of power behind those blows. He’d taken less pain from bigger women.

But he could dish it out, too. And he proved that, as he reeled back and let fly with a chop of his own, throwing it hard into her own chest, turning his arm into a living whip.

In truth, Hawkeye had been considering actually letting Army reapply his previous hold. It seemed fair, and she disliked the idea that people would say she only beat him because she crushed his balls and used that to escape what would have been a certain orgasm.

...and it WOULD have been certain, the dampness between her legs made that clear.

But, the time for that had passed, she felt it was far better to bring the "Hard" back into things, so she chopped his chest...and then his large hand promptly came back, with a chop of his own, his large hand smacking hard...against her bikini covered breast.

She let out a loud cry, her sensitive breast, made more so by being so turned on, flaring in pain, causing the barefoot former soldier to stumble back a few steps, wincing, taken briefly off focus!

And there it was. As a boxer, Army’s arms were always capable of doing heavy damage, and he’d been practicing his chops in the past few months, using a door to get the timing right. It could be a tricky technique, really - spacing, position, aim, it all came together for the finished product.

How did it all work out? Judging from the sounds that Hawkeye made, pretty well.

”Having problems?” He chuckled as she staggered away, starting to feel his confidence return as the match swayed back in his favor. His objective was clear enough: get her on the floor, dominate.

To that end, he moved forward with a long stride as she reeled, swinging his arm out and attempting to bring her to the floor with a clothesline.