Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto's effort to reach his freedom ended up in a failure, perhaps unsurprising to many. Sophia easily stopped his arm, and tightening her hold around his head as well, causing him to grimace from the crushing sensation, his eyes half closed. As their eyes met each other once more, he had a somewhat resigned look on his face. The realization that Sophia was someone he couldn't beat was there, even if he's not going to admit it out loud.

"P-please...?" he tried to force another sheepish smile, his voice was rather quiet, and his breathing getting heavier.

It was a dreadful shame, because there was quite a bit to enjoy with Yuto between such...adverse circumstances. The sputtering and flailing of his toned if useless body. He couldn’t even manage to free her arm from his grasp. That slight look of desperation in both eyes and the feel of his muscles against her legs as they pulsed their haplass, pathetic resistance. It seemed like he had no choice but to give her everything she desired - everything she needed.

But then he smiled. And she couldn’t help the distinct feeling she wasn’t being taken seriously. She felt dirty. Insulted.

Her face went neutral for a couple moments. Time stood still in this one space as a heavy sigh filled the still air between them.

“No.” Sophia reached over and grabbed her ankle. Reeling back with a strong tug of her leg, she increased the pressure of the triangle choke sevenfold in the matter of seconds. If Yuto didn’t start pleading, he would pass out once more quite soon. It was never a matter of ‘if’ with Sophia, but ‘when’.

"Gack...!" Yuto's struggle was renewed as Sophia cranked up the hold in response to his pleading, much to his confusion. "Nngghh...!"

He didn't have the time to wonder what did he do wrong, though. The pressure from the hold was literally squeezing what's remaining of his consciousness, making him squirming around like a dying fish on a land. He had to appease her, and quick. At least his predicament painted his face with agonized expression, which only left him with one job to do.

"P-pleasee... l-let g-ggo...!" he squeaked in desperation.

Cute. Now he was putting in an effort. Oxygen deprivation was a remarkable motivator with the right tools and temperament. Sophia tightened her legs closer together. It may have appeared as though she wanted to increase the pressure on Yuto’s neck, but speaking honestly, she just wanted him closer. Feeling him struggle between her thighs, gasping and sputtering so close to the sacred place at the back of his head. She bit her bottom lip and gyrated her hips ever so slightly, kissing him from behind with slow thrusts that moved with renewed purpose.

Just as her quarry was about to pass on again, Sophia untangled her legs and let Yuto’s head drop flat against her. For a moment, just a moment, she let him lay there and stare at the merciful lights high above and the genteel face haloed between them. The woman looked nothing like the one from before. The purple iris that looked down at him was fair and bright. The tension in her face had slipped and her soft features brightened against the glow. At first, her mouth was thin as a straight line. Inexpressive and unmoving.

And then a smile. A modest, loving thing that guided the back of Yuto’s head from her lap with her hands. She slowly brought him upright, letting him sit straight ahead as she settled up against his back. Her perfect breasts pressed firmly to him as her head reared over his shoulder, gazing at him eye to eye with a sidelong glance...distracting him from the arm that came over his shoulder and locked together with the arm that snuck beneath his opposite arm, clenching in a seatbelt hold.

“Such a bore. I didn’t even break a sweat.” She tightened the hold around his chest, forcing him closer as she leaned in to whisper behind his ear. “You are finished? That was your best, yes?”

Yuto gasped and panted heavily as Sophia let him go. For a moment he's too occupied with himself to notice anything else, but he eventually caught sight of the somewhat different outlook of his opponent for a moment. It made him barely think about resisting as Sophia guided his body to a sitting position, with the woman lining herself up behind him, pressing her breasts against his tired back.

And then, the sudden yank that brought him back to reality.

"Nnghh...!" Yuto grunted, but by now he's already too weakened to be able to struggle too much.

Her voice sent shivers through his back, at the same time it made his face heating up from embarrassment. The worst part, of course, was that even if he disagreed with what she's saying, he didn't have any way whatsoever to prove her wrong.

"Ugh..." Yuto gulped. "I-I'd say no but..." he paused for a moment, feeling a bit of sting from what he's about to admit next. "...i-it probably wouldn't matter much..."

There lay no fault in being outmatched, only in being unable to realize it. Clearly this position was far from unfamiliar for Yuto's body. She could feel it in the tension, the way his form practically surrendered to hers. There was resistance, yes, but fickle and fading. Sophia had broken many bodies over a long and illustrious career, and she could recognize the signs of latent weakness.

“No. It wouldn’t.” Her legs slipped underneath Yuto’s and hooked him at the ankle, peeling them apart and creating an opening for her left hand that slid down across his bare, toned chest. Her fingers met the waistline of his shorts first, peeling open a small opening for the rest of her hand that disappeared into the fabric and grasped at his member. Sophia let a quick chuckle shake between their mingling bodies, pleasantly amused to find him already halfway along.

Her caresses were slow starting out, using only the motion in her wrist to work him. Slowly, the rest of her arm came into the action, stroking with a rhythmic and controlled pace hidden within the tight confines of his shorts. Her body came closer, her eye watched from over his shoulder.

“What is your name?” She whispered hotly into his ear.

Seeing his legs being spread by Sophia, Yuto braced himself for a painful stretch or something along that line. To his surprise, he felt her hand slipping under his pants instead, seizing his somewhat hard member. He'd say that he's not the type who'd get off from having his ass kicked, but after all the defeats he went through, nowadays it only seemed like a natural reaction from his body...

The boy let out a quiet moan as she began to stroke him. His form began to relax a little by little against hers, apart from one obvious place. Yuto didn't even try to stop her or protest, knowing that it'd be useless. It seemed that the moment he stepped into this ring to face her, his fate was already sealed.

"Y-Yuto..." he told her between his increasing moaning.

Sophia kept her arm close against the Japanese boy. She didn’t trust his fledgling conscience enough to allow him any more freedom than he currently had. In the same manner, she only kept partial attention to it. The physical link was an imitation, the obvious aspect binding him against the ex-soldier. The collar around his neck was in the mind, growing tighter and tighter with every firm stroke that sent waves of pleasure along his shaft. She commanded his pride and his body.

It always astonished her how men were so readily content with that fact.

“Yuto.” She spoke back in her thick, Russian drawl. Her lips traced along his neck and peppered him with slow, deep kisses. A warm line of saliva trailed up to the back of his ear, taking it between her teeth. A gnaw here, a tug there. Melting away every little thought until she was his only focus. The only strum to his heartbeat.

There's something in Sophia's accent that made Yuto felt a little tingling sensation when he heard her saying his name. With resistance not even crossing his mind, the boy was gradually melting from her affectionate action. His arousal building up faster, which turning him silly a little by little. All the roughing up that led to this point apparently made him appreciate the feeling of her hand on his cock and her lips on the back of his neck more than he'd normally have.

"Ooh..."

It was amazing the flavors one could taste from another whose emotions were laid bare, inclined to let everything go in an appreciative, internal discharge of stress and fear. A discharge not unlike the one Yuto was mere moments away from.

She planted a few more kisses along his neck before she stopped, keeping her lips close to his neck and breathing hot breaths against the lukewarm moisture coating his skin. She slowed her pace a tad, kept him close to the edge while he was at full mast and still working. She kept him close to the edge, but denied him at every turn. Let it burn. Let it twitch and beg. He could have it all if he could humor her but once.

“And what is my name?” She asked.