An Unexpected Stipulation

If Kyo was surprised by his own admission to Giulia, then the Italian girl seemed just as surprised. Surprised and aroused, as though secretly pleased by what she was hearing. As though he had said some magic words, her scissor around his waist relaxed, and she leaned in close...

...and mischievously told him that she enjoyed tricking, cuffing, and dominating guys like him. At this point, this came as no surprise to Kyo, who had been at Giulia's mercy for a considerable length of time and had long gotten a feel for how deceptive, devious and sadistic she could be, or how much she clearly enjoyed seducing him (and Kyo wasn't going to deny that it was working). He felt Giulia press a hand against the palm on her thigh, and for a moment Kyo was only able to think of how tantalizingly close Giulia was now...

Then she made her proposal for a hentai match.

"Eh...w-w-what?!!" Kyo stammered, unable to control his reaction. Up until now, he had managed to avoid hentai matches in the AFW: he saw them as crude and demeaning, unworthy of the noble sport of wrestling and not something that he would ever participate in. (Granted, he had watched one or two in his spare time, but...still...) And now, here Giulia was, proposing a hentai match between them, with victory being decided by the first to cum.

He immediately tried to quell this initial surge of panic. There was no audience, and there was no official match: it was just him and Giulia, in her own private room. It was practically foreplay. No,scratch that, he realized, it was foreplay.

At that point, something else occurred to Kyo: he could either accept her match here and now...or he could continue to be her prisoner for the rest of the night. At that point, he knew which of the two options he preferred.

"Heh...if you wanted another rematch, you could have just said so," he said, doing his best to act nonchalant in the face of his earlier, panicked reaction, though he was painfully aware that he wasn't doing a very good job. "If you want a match, Giulia-san, then you have one. I accept your terms." Slowly, he reached back and undid his blindfold...and for the first time, got a good look at the lingerie-clad Giulia in front of him. Even in their matches, she hadn't bared this much skin, and fore a brief moment he was hopelessly spellbound...

Did Giulia really think that Kyo would take up her challenge of a Hentai match? She found it unlikely. Based on what she knew of Kyo's character, above all he was honorable... And "honorable" certainly wasn't the first thing that came to mind when one thought about a Hentai match. Even if the situation now was far from the one in the actual Tension ring, the Italian really thought that most likely the Samurai would not be up for it. Besides, she had never seen him do a Hentai match before... Like ever.

But then again, this was AFW. He had to know how Hentai matches were like. And this wasn't the Tension ring, this was her private bedroom. The risks were obviously low - if you didn't count the prospect of a loss - and it could have very well been that the very honor that was likely to keep Kyo out of Hentai matches, was going to now be the one that would make him unable to turn down the challenge.

Well, in addition to his biology, of course.

At first, it appeared that Giulia's hunch had been spot on. Despite of his recent, newly-found confidence and defiance, the Italian's suggestion clearly threw him off guard. Giulia's grin widened as his inexperience in bed became again evident, but then she began realizing that he was actually pondering over his choice... Was he going to still accept her challenge? Despite of his inexperience, and all of her ominous words?

Giulia knew that Kyo had brains. He was surely smart enough to realize that in this situation, at Giulia's mercy, he had very little to lose. He might as well try. And he accepted her challenge.

To the Italian though, it was painfully obvious that he only accepted a re-match. He was careful not to spell out "Hentai" at any point.

A clear indication that he really did not know what he was getting himself into. Or did not want to admit the fact to himself...

But Giulia obviously didn't mind. A little Hentai tussle with her prisoner was more than welcome. "Sure thing then. Prepare to be slayed in the battle, Samurai." the Italian stated as she stared deep into Kyo's eyes, ones that could finally see her body on (almost) full display.

Making sure that Kyo was now free from all bindings, balls and chains, the Italian released all her holds on him, and issued a stern order "GET UP!" Once he had obeyed it, she let herself fall down from the bed onto her knees in front of him, her face positioned right in front of his boxers, looking up to his face with a puppy-like innocence, while sneakily locking her arms tightly around his thighs. "Ding, ding."

After her little declaration, the Italian immediately sealed her lips against the bulge in the guy's boxers, beginning to blow steaming hot air against it, and making sure that he could clearly feel only the thin piece of garment was preveting his manhood from sinking deep inside the Italian's mouth.

Kyo winced, involuntarily, as Giulia used his unofficial nickname. The nickname had always annoyed him: he had first earned it back in one of his first stints with a minor federation in California. His promoters, falling back on the usual tropes about the Japanese, and as much as he had complained, contractually he had been obligated to stick with the nickname. Cut to years later, with him fighting in an actual league in his actual homeland...and still, somehow, his old ring name had stuck with him, despite it smacking of Orientalism. The fact that he came from a family with actual samurai lineage was beside the point.

But Kyo's discomfort was short-lived as Giulia commanded him to get up, in a tone that brooked no argument. Kyo recognized a fighting voice when he heard one, and almost instinctively, he stood up on the bed, staring Giulia down, muscles already tensing for the fight to come...

...only for Giulia to suddenly grin and drop down to her hands and knees. Before Kyo knew what was going on, she had wrapped her arms around his thighs, immobilizing them, and fixed her lips around the bulge at the front of his boxers, and blew.

Kyo's face reddened at the same moment as his member stiffened to the touch, straining against the fabric of his boxers as Giulia worked her mouth against it. He struggled against her grip, and ended up falling onto his butt-- not enough to lose Giulia or her grip around his thighs or on his member.

His breathing intensified. His fighter's instinct told him to grab at Giulia's hair, yank her off of him, and drill a forearm into her head...but this was a hentai match, and more than that, an unofficial bit of friskiness between two wrestlers. They weren't supposed to be hurting each other. He would have to find other ways to fight back-- and fast, he realized with a gulp, as he felt his member stiffen and extend further.

He arched out suddenly, trying to roll the two of them over so that Giulia was now on her back. If he managed that, then he would use one hand to push down on her chin, gently yet forcefully pushing her mouth back away from the front of his boxers and keeping her head under control. "S-s-stay down!" he said, leaning back and pressing his free hand down against Giulia's body to stabilize his control over her.

It was when he touched something warm and lineny that he realized he had placed his hand between Giulia's legs. He reddened further as he realized what he was doing; it took a lot of self control to not retract his hand immediately. Instead, he gently kneaded his fingers against the fabric, wondering if that would do something while he tried to maintain control of his Italian opponent...

Giulia was confident that Kyo was going to have no idea what was about to happen until she would seal her lips against his bulge, and her confidence did not fail to pay off. The guy stepped right up into her trap, and before he even knew it, the signs of a sweet surrender characteristic for a Hentai match were already getting up to the occasion.

...until he fell down of it, quite literally. Giulia hadn't expected her opponent to lose his balance this fast, and she did chuckle a little inside - but in the end, it didn't matter. She still had her hold firmly on him. Besides, he would still be too paralyzed to even fight back at all.

Wrong. This time Giulia's instincts failed her, as Kyo suddenly arched up, and rolled the two over! While partly there wasn't really anything that she could have done to prevent it, partly the Italian also was curious to find out exactly how was he going to be fighting back... And that was enough of a reason to obey his "stay down" -orders.

Additional one was that he actually started doing something useful - for them both. Giulia couldn't deny the spark of pleasure the Samurai managed to initiate between her legs, and it also probably served to raise his confidence in this newfound little sport of theirs. It was probably well worth letting this situation persist for a moment...

Deciding to go with the "fake it till you make it" -approach, the Italian began showing signs of weakness and pleasure, but excessively so. She wanted Kyo to think for a moment that he had gotten so easily already full control over her, and that she could no longer fight back - but her real intention was just to let him, or them both, to enjoy the moment for a while, before she would reveal her true power again.

Kyo's maneuver worked as he managed to flip the two of them over, rolling Giulia onto her back. His instincts, from training in both judo and amateur wrestling, kicked in now as he managed to pin her down by her chin and...well, by her crotch. That part had been purely accidental. But since this was a hentai match, it was turning out to be a fortunate accident, because, inadvertently, he was now in a prime position to stimulate her.

And, given that Giulia was now beginning to moan a little underneath him instead of fighting back, she was getting quite stimulated indeed.

Kyo's face flushed red. As far as he knew, there was no guide book for a hentai match like this (or if there was, it wasn't one he had ever bothered to read), so he had little to know idea of what to do next. So he decided to persist: keeping one hand clamped gently against Giulia's chin, Kyo began to knead at the soft fabric of her panties, the movements of his fingers gentle but all the same more and more vigorous.

Then, deciding to be daring, he slid his fingers under her panties and began to tease at her sex, rubbing against the edges of her clitoris as he stimulated her further. In all honesty, he was mainly doing this to keep Giulia distracted, until he figured out whatever he was going to do next...

Giulia was letting Kyo to be in control for now. It was both fun, and pleasurable to find out what he would be coming up with, and so far his idea of worthwhile moves in a Hentai match wasn't really off the truth at all. If anything, he seemed to be surprisingly ready for such an intimate tussle...

The problem was that the Italian did not have a clear plan, and right now planning wasn't something that she would have liked to do. If anything, what sounded like a very attractive idea was to just let Kyo keep on doing his thing, and see how good he could make her feel...

But then Giulia remembered again that getting defeated in a Hentai bout, that she had herself initiated, against Kyo, was going to be embarrassing to say the least. She could not let that happen.

Especially not as apparently the Samurai decided to already slide his fingers into her sex, really stimulating her well.

The Italian realized that this was the moment that there was a real danger that things could slip out of her hands. She needed to take back control.

Soon after Kyo made his daring move, Giulia suddenly powered back on to life. The Italian tried to quickly push, shove and kick the guy away from her, hoping that getting free would be an easy process. If it was, her plan then was to get up onto her knees and raise her hands up high as if in an invitation for a strength contest - but her actual plans were going to be much more devious than that.

Kyo was, quite honestly, surprised that he had gotten to the stage where he was so intimately using so sexual a move on Giulia. He was even more surprised that it was working: the way the Italian girl was moaning, and the way she had completely ceased any and all movement underneath him, told him that he was off to a really good start in this hentai match...which was a sentence he never thought he would ever be thinking.

Of course, he hadn't won this bout yet. He needed to think of what to do next, as he doubted that simply fingering Giulia's sex for long would work. If he was honest with himself, he had absolutely no idea what he was doing right now, so the best thing he could do was trust his instincts. Continuing to vigorously rub against the edges of Giulia's clit, he leaned down, aiming to give her a distracting kiss while at the same time either sliding his finger in further or sneakily undressing her.

Admittedly, part of him had just wanted to lock lips with her, and let their bodies surrender to each other, even since he had first stepped into this apartment. It was a pity, then, that Giulia had other ideas.

La Forza Italiana suddenly powered up underneath him, forcing Kyo off of her. Rolling across the floor, Kyo instinctively rolled to his knees, and saw that Giulia was doing the same. More importantly, Giulia was raising her hands, in the universal gesture of a lockup.

Wordlessly, he mirrored her stance as he edged closer to her, appreciating that this was going back to something resembling wrestling. "I'm sorry, was that not to your liking?" he asked with a wry grin, noting that Giulia was no doubt still a bit red faced from her stimulation earlier, before darting in to lock up collar and elbow, aiming to bring her down onto her back...

Kyo was really getting the jist of the Hentai match rapidly enough, and Giulia was really beginning to have some second thoughts over her presumptions about his experience with them. But that only meant that she needed to up her game - and luckily for her, upping her game from her current form happened to be extremely easy.

Especially, if the Italian would manage to surprise Kyo - which she did. Just a he was thinking that he was gaining increasing control over her, the powerful Italian sent him rolling on the floor, while regaining her own composure as well. He had got to start off having his way with her, but now it was time to turn the tide...

Giulia knew that Kyo knew how to be a gentleman, and was not overly surprised by his words. Apologetic and considerate, true to his nature even in a Hentai match. La Forza Italiana didn't complain - partly because she actually appreciated his behavior, and partly because it was just making him an easier target for her. And that's why she decided to be quite honest this time. "No, actually, that was a little bit too much to my liking... So I needed to counter it with my strength."

Giulia was sure to say the word "strength" last, so that Kyo would get even more certainly goaded into the lock-up that they were supposedly about to start. And sure enough he was darting at her, frankly, even a bit too fast. She couldn't be certain anymore that she had the time to make her plan would work - but she still had to try!

As Kyo closed in on her, Giulia tried to get a bit further upward at the last second, trying to yank Kyo's head downward towards her armpit, hoping to lock him in, instead of letting him lock up with her. Provided that she was successful, her aim was then to fall backwards, and throw Kyo's body up and behind her in a suplex-like manner, hoping that the guy would then land with his back smacking against the floor, while his legs would land on top of the bed.

Although Kyo had never expected to be thinking as such, he was really starting to enjoy this bout.

Maybe it was the fact that the two of them were in such a state of undress, in a private setting, and he was getting to see a lot more of Giulia than he had in their previous bouts-- outside of that tight leotard, he was getting a much better glimpse of her firm abs, the barely-costrained orbs of her breasts, and the powerful curve of her thights. Maybe it was the fact that he was already doing surprisingly well, and the moans of pleasure Giulia had been making earlier had merely been turning him on further as well. Or maybe it was the fact that, after years in Tension, it was incredibly liberating to cut back and enjoy a moment of fun intimacy with someone he found attractive.

As Giulia rolled up opposite him, red-faced and breathing hard, he couldn't help but smile as she admitted that she had enjoyed that, and smile a little further as she hinted at a proper test of strength. Somehow, he was doing well so far in a hentai match, and he felt a strange surge of pride at that fact.

It didn't last.

As he rushed in to lockup with Giulia, too late he realized she had been feinting. All of a sudden, his head was yanked down, snagged in a headlock, and his gagged, instinctively clutching at Giulia's arm. A second later, though, Giualia's deceptive power came into play, as she tiled back, causing the blood to briefly rush to Kyo's head as he was flipped head over heels in a suplex.

His back smacked down hard against the floor, his legs flopping down uselessly in an elevated position on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, groaning, his legs elevated up awkwardly on the bad, and found himself thinking that this part of the match was decidedly less enjoyable...

Giulia knew that executing her plan successfully required some degree of bluff, deception and luck, but fate seemed to be in her favor tonight. Not that she had really questioned it in the first place, obviously she counted on her own conniving and skills, but it still had been a bit of a gamble. One that was paying off now however, as Kyo laid there, right behind her, in an awkward position, halfway on the floor, halfway on the bed.

Frankly, Kyo had been almost too easy to fool this time. The fact did bring some attraction for the thought of rubbing it into his face, but the Italian knew that choosing that path was bound to risk some of the more urgent progress she was keen to make. Namely, the fact that she was supposed to be winning this little Hentai bout.

So, instead of commenting anything, Giulia immediately rolled over and positioned herself on top of Kyo's upper body. She wanted to be as fast as she could - there were a few things that needed to happen at right about the same time now, while the honorable Samurai would still be down and dazed from her surprise move. And those things were a delicious combination of pain and pleasure.

As soon as the Italian got her knees pressed against Kyo's pecs, she slid her legs down to have her thighs hugging the sides of the guy's head. Which, naturally, was followed by a tight headscissors squeeze... But what happened simultaneously was the Italian's fingers grabbing the edge of Kyo's boxer shorts, pulling them off from the way between Giulia's lips and his manhood. And instantaneously, the latter was getting pulled into her hungry mouth, while her arm began pressing his thighs against the side of the bed to convince him out of making anything stupid.