Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

"Hngg...!" Yuto grunted as he felt his legs were being cranked by Sophia, the hold was straining him more than before.

With the weight of his opponent now fully settled on his back, he's barely able to make any significant progress. The ropes weren't that far away, and at the same time they felt like they were. The boy strengthened his resolve, trying to put more effort to reach for safety despite knowing that he might be tiring himself more than anything. It's way too early in the match for him to let the woman having her way with him after all. Despite his disadvantageous position, Yuto still believed that he should be able to reach the ropes if he tried hard enough. Whether Sophia was taking it easy on him was something he wasn't sure about, though, even if he did have a bit of suspicion that it might be the case.

"Uughh..."

Sophia laughed a cruel little laugh with her head thrown back for but a moment. The reaction worked its way out on its own, sensations that were impossible to ignore. There was something about the struggle, in feeling the Japanese boy drag his weight beneath her superior body, that tickled her in just the right fashion.

He was making decent progress nevertheless. It would seem that struggling was something he was quite familiar with. In a couple of seconds, his fingers would touch the ropes.

Sophia released him before it got to that point, with a few murmurs of surprise chiming in from the audience. They wouldn't understand. She was setting the stage in her mind and his. He would only be getting free on her terms tonight.

She dropped his legs to the floor and stood tall over his body. Without turning around, the Russian would walk slowly back to the center of the ring with her back exposed to Yuto. A wry smile from over her shoulder, she'd beckon Yuto from the ropes with a curl of her finger and one hand at her hip. Seemingly open, begging him to hit her while her back was turned.

There's something about Sophia's laugh that sent chills to Yuto's back. In the end he managed to reach the ropes, to the surprise of many, even himself. In this kind of situation, usually his opponent would have made him struggle more or even pulled him away from the ropes on the last second. Not this time. He adjusted his breath slightly while trying to get up with the ropes help, and as he glanced at Sophia, his earlier suspicion was somewhat confirmed.

This woman was just toying around with him. That silent taunting made him blush slightly, but he took a breather first before rushing right away at her. Yuto then pushed his body against the ropes and launched himself at Sophia, playing along with her game, but planning a little twist in it. When he got close to her, the boy would attempt to move to the side and get in front of her, so he could try wrapping his arms around her midsection and caught her in a bearhug!

Feeling Yuto’s toned arms wrap around her from behind, Sophia grinned at him from the corner of her eye. Her body fought back against the tension, a natural response to the danger enwrapping her, but she herself didn’t contribute much in the way of resistance. She was content to watch and wait and feel the power he was attempting to bring to bare. He was doing a decent job of keeping her in place if nothing else. She tried to step forward and Yuto reeled her right back. Twisting right didn’t help, tugging a bit wasn’t working. For a moment there, it seemed like he really had this dangerous woman restrained.

What a cute thought.

Sophia’s face suddenly took on a sinister edge. Her grin twisted into a malicious smile as the contours in her arms and shoulders pronounced themselves with a swell of muscle. She pushed her arms out against the Japanese boy’s attempting to restrain them to little avail. With a sudden burst of power, Sophia would break herself out and quickly turn on the spot. Before Yuto possessed even half a chance to react, her arms would come around him and squeeze tightly around his torso, reversing his bearhug with one of her own. As they’d stare face to face, the Russian would pour her energy into the hold, attempting to bring the smaller wrestler off his feet and afford her a better look at the abject helplessness closing in on him with a wicked smirk slashes across its fair countenance.

Yuto seemed to be able to get a firm hold on Sophia for a moment. Even if he couldn't lift her up, at least it didn't look like she'd be able to free herself easily. Such illusion was then dispelled in a flash as the woman's strength suddenly came alive, her arms easily broke his hold to his surprise. The next thing the boy knew was Sophia's arms wrapped around him, not even allowing him a second to react as she caught him in a hold similar to what he did to her just seconds ago.

"Gaah...!" he groaned, his body trying to squirm within her embrace futilely. "W-wha..."

Even if Yuto expected Sophia to be physically stronger due to her bigger build, her had to say he didn't imagine her to be much stronger than him. The taller beauty lifted him up while squeezing his smaller form, causing him to struggle and grunt in discomfort, while the realization that he's being at her total mercy quickly sinking into his mind. Her wicked expression met his panicked one, and looking at her only seemed to made whatever fighting spirit left in him shrinking even further.

"S-shit... nngghh... s-such strength...!"

The Russian’s malicious smile elicited another chuckle hearing - feeling - Yuto giving in to her. She gave the bearhug another crank. She pressed their bodies closer together, arching her back a bit as she squeezed Yuto from one end of his waist to the other. Bending him, pressuring every thought of resistance out of that pretty little head of his. Her aim wasn’t to break him, not for the moment. She wanted to see if he would coincide. Until he was on his knees, groveling like the weak do.

The main course could wait. There was plenty more to enjoy until then.

“ты милый, когда ты борешься.” The Russian leaned closer, that devious smile inching closer to Yuto’s panicked expression. Her lips curled upward and brushed his cheek. She flicked her tongue across the side of his face and slowly drew back. Then, all at once, Sophia threw the Japanese boy off the ground with a quick pop-up before untangling her arms, moving them from around his waist to grab at his hips, and throwing him down to the canvas with a powerbomb.

The tightened squeezing made Yuto grunted louder. He could feel her chest pressing against him, but at the moment, the balance was leaning a little too much on the pain side for him to actually getting affected too much by the it. His struggle weakening, then came to a sudden halt as he heard her voice and felt her tongue on his face.

"Ack... I-I don't understand..."

All of a sudden his smaller form was tossed up a bit by Sophia, who'd then proceed to slam him to the mats with the powerbomb that produced a thud on the ring. Yuto's figure bounced off the canvas and lied sprawled not too far away from his opponent, stunned and vulnerable for the taller woman to take advantage of.

"Uughh... d-damn..." he groaned weakly while looking at the towering figure in front of him with a rather groggy expression.

Yuto dropped rather easily. Despite the confident facade he was attempting to put on, the Japanese boy seemed utterly hopeless under pressure. Only a couple moments in her grasp and he was struggling to stand. It was a sad sight...but delightfully amusing. To her and the crowd that seemed to be getting more and more into the action as Sophia pursued her early domination. She hadn’t been curious enough to look into his match history prior to this, but something was telling her his track record was less than stellar. It took more than a strong body to survive here.

Perhaps that was what management had in mind when they capitulated to her demands. She’d have to deliver her thanks to the office...once she was done with this.

She stepped over him and slowly lowered herself down onto his waist. Her weight pinned to the floor while she kept her hands at her hips. She didn’t lift a finger from her side or speak a single word from her seat on his waist. Every desirable curve on her body simply soaked in the stage lights as she leered at the boy between her legs with a sadistic smirk. She didn’t need to speak. The smile said everything.

Looking at Sophia's face gave Yuto the chills. There's just something about her silent yet taunting attitude that made him growing more and more nervous in her presence. His expression showed his uneasiness, but the boy wasn't about to give up completely just yet.

He'd try to buck himself off a few times, trying to disrupt Sophia's balance, his hands would then reach for the woman to try dislodging her off him. If he could push her to the side, then maybe he could try getting up and roll away from her. Should he fail to do that, however, the possibilities of what could happen to him seemed endless...

This was what people like Sophia called a "valiant effort."

The difference in strength was as obvious as the size between them, but that was the unfortunate reality with the position Yuto now found himself in. Strength and force were his only way out. With the way the match had been progressing, the outcome wasn't much of a shock. Certainly not to Sophia.

When he attempted to buck her off, the Russian didn’t fight against the motion. She went right along with it, effortlessly bringing her weight off him only to land herself right back down higher up his body. Her spread legs caught Yuto’s arms in the same instant he lifted them from the floor, pinning them down by her shins over his head. She sat on his chest now, his head firmly trapped between her muscular thighs and his chin only away from gracing a far more precious area. The cruel leer slashed across her lips stretched ever wider.

She grabbed Yuto by the hair on the top of his head and yanked him deeper into the space between her legs. There was no gentleness in the way she handled him. His face would meet the sweltering heat first as she ground every inch of his face into her covered crotch. She bit her lip and let a low growl echo from her throat as she peered one eye down at him, slowly but strongly thrusting hips as she smothered him against her muff. “поцелуй это.”