Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

If things continued the way they were going, Dmitri was probably going to have sex with Lilith. He was having a little trouble telling himself that was a bad thing, though. This wasn’t a hentai match, it wouldn’t mean anything, and she was clearly willing, even eager. He was attracted to her - he’d never say that out loud, but he really didn’t need to. They were both adults, and if this was a ploy of hers to get the key, it was a weird one. She wasn’t looking to win this match, she was legitimately trying to start something with him on this bed. At most, they’d just have sex, then get to real competition. He wasn’t seeing anybody, so this wouldn’t be cheating. He wasn’t all that religious, he didn’t care about offending some god. Why was that wrong? What was so bad about any of it?

...it just was.

But it was going to happen if he didn’t put a stop to it, as sure as gravity. So, while he didn’t want to hurt Lilith if he didn’t have to, the point blank fact was that, if he wanted to derail this train, there wasn’t a way around it.

He bit his lip hard, using some pain to slice through the pleasure, then pushed at her chest to create some space between them and stop her from stripping him any further. ”Sorry, really, but-”

Dmitri clasped his legs together around hers, using the full power of his lower body to scissor her thighs and start cutting off the circulation. At the same time, he reached up and wrapped an around her head, trying to get her in a tight headlock - with any luck, she’d just spit the key out, he could nab it, and be on his way before she dragged him any further.

There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to have sex with Dimitri. Several times she hoped. Different locations and positions… there were options aplenty in this hotel. Handsome, thoughtful, a bit bashful. It was cute, but it was clear it was going to take a bit of coaxing. That was fine, part of the fun of this was the pursuit, even if it didn't appear at first she was hunting. If in the end he managed to escape, she had no issues with losing the match… but she was certainly going to make him work for it. If he were easily able to take it from her and leave her wanting, she would have failed tremendously.

Though she had been breaking down his barrier, perhaps she had allowed herself to get a bit too wrapped up in the moment, driving a wedge between them. It was the only excuse she could think of when this thing of beauty was turned on her, finding her instead tangled up in pain. She writhed in his grasp, her leg especially proving to be uncomfortable though feeling him wrench and squeeze her like this…

"Ah.. mmm...you're quite strong." She breathed our airily as he flexed his hold on her neck. She bit her lip, squirming to no real avail. Her free leg slipped up, hooking itself around him as she continue a slow and rhythmic grind of her hip up against him, even with one leg trapped. All things considered, she was in a terrible position… if they were in a normal match. Here? Against this particular foe? She didn't exactly feel helpless.

"What are you so afraid of?" She whispered with strained words, even the enjoyment she took from his newer more painful embrace took a toll on her physically. She surrendered her effort to disrobe him, it would be impossible to slip her arms out of his sleeves while he gripped her like this. Instead, she planned to free herself in a very indirect way.

She pressed her palm to his abdomen, turning her hand over slowly. Her fingers crawling down his body like a spider, finding the right space where his belt constricted her exploration. Flatting her hand, she began to wiggle and worm her fingers down between fabric and skin, trying to find her way into his pants where she knew the easier part of him to reason with could be found.

Dmitri wasn’t exactly known for his tremendous upper body strength or his devastating submission holds, but that didn’t mean he lacked potential in those areas. As Lilith had no doubt noticed when she was exploring his body, he worked out. Often. Hard. That sort of training paid dividends, as he finally managed to solve the puzzle that was Lilith. For now, anyway.

He gripped her tight, and while she didn’t seem too bothered by his hold, she wasn’t exactly thriving in it. She was giving up on the groping, seemed to be doing some urgent struggling, trying and failing to get out. He was bigger, he was stronger, and in this position that was all that mattered. She seemed to realize that, too, as she stopped trying to get his gi off, denied by the position.

”I’m not afraid.” He insisted with a grunt, giving her a quick jolt of pressure to ride her down some more. She was still trying to feel him up, but she’d quickly find that would go nowhere. ”This is a match, and I’m just trying tooooooooOH! Whoa!”

Dmitri yelped as that wandering hand slipped into his pants, searching for a fun new playmate, and he could hazard a guess what the target was. He tensed up at the shock, stunned speechless - yeah, it wasn’t exactly weird for Tension women to be quick, but this was a whole new level. ”Hey! Hey!” He squawked and squirmed and his hold began to weaken, his muscles losing their strength with each passing second. ”Stop...stop that!”

He shook his head, as if try to shake her out somehow, but that was a losing gesture. His only chance was to get that key out of her before she started doing whatever she was going for, and that was her aim, as she gave Lilith a few hard jolts in a row.

Lilith couldn't help but giggle, just a bit, at his reaction. She wondered if everyone in this division was so squeamish when it came to intimacy or if she had just gotten her hands on one of the more prudish ones. Not that she was complaining really. His resistance was actually quite enamoring, despite all his best efforts to dissuade her from taking advantage of such thing.

"Why?" She asked innocently, as if no possible reason seemed to exist in her mind. She wasn't exactly feeling compliant, not while he was actively pinching her thigh between his leg… the crank of her head and neck though, she was actually enjoying. He found she put up very little resistance to each flex of his arms.

"This is a match after all, you said so yourself... maybe the key is right... here?" Her fingers slipped down between Dmitri's legs, her palm roaming to playfully grope him and get a good feel for just how much his protests were just lip service to hide how he really felt. She was gentle with him, just a light massage, nothing more sinister even though it was clear with the right grip she could do ample damage to coax him into surrendering the hold… she was almost certain he would do that himself without her asking, probably to clear some distance.

Her light pained groans with each jolt had started to slowly turn into breathy sighs and light moans as she writhed against his body, the leg she draped over him caressing the back of his leg as she "struggled". If his holds started to falter entirely though, she would start to try and work her body free from his gasp.

Dmitri was no stranger to sex, but this, this was new. One of his girlfriends had tried to give him a handjob once, but she didn’t much care for it, and they just decided to have normal sex after a minute of it - he hadn’t been impressed. Lilith, however, hadn’t been joking about how skilled her hands were, and it made a world of difference. He’d been growing hard before, just based on everything she threw his way, but now that she was going straight to the source with her affections, it was growing like iron. No hiding it, no stopping it.

All of the sudden, this whole situation didn’t feel like something he was in control of. It felt like she had him, even though he was the one with a hold on her, like she could do whatever she wanted. It was kind of impressive, really. Kind of scary.

What was more, it was starting to seem like not only was she not bothered by the hold, but actively enjoying it, and she certainly wasn’t about to spit the key out - her tongue control had to be insane.

For all those reasons, Dmitri abruptly broke the hold and roll away from her, making some distance between. He flopped off the bed and crashed to the floor on his back, where he started to rapidly fiddle with her gi, trying to get it back together in working order. Not only would it be awkward to fight with it not in the proper shape, but it was starting to seem like the clothing would be his only protection against Lilith’s charms. He’d take what he could get, here.

She wondered when little Dimitri would come out to play, feeling the heat of his crotch in her plan as she rolled her hand over top of him in a small circular motion. The time wasn't right yet to attempt to unveil her new favorite plaything though. No point in spoiling the great reveal by skipping past all the other parts she wanted to bask in.

When he broke away from her in a hurried rush she let out a small gasp, dragged along the sheets to pool down face first onto the bed as her love for the night went spilling over the edge in a clatter. She pressed herself to the spot he had been laying across, inhaling the pinching sent of him from the bed with a giddy smile. The want to immediately give chase was very tempting, but he had discovered her secret so there seemed to be very little reason to keep it hidden within her mouth, especially given how cumbersome swishing it about was becoming.

Lilith used her tongue to push the key past her lips, taking hold of it in two fingers. Rolling over onto her back, she stretched her arm out to casually discard the vital part of the match between the mattress and the headboard, letting it soundly slide down in the nook out of sight. Rolling back the way she had come, the Brunner's crawled up onto all fours, prowling a semi circle along the top of the bed to face herself to where Dimitri had fallen off.

She peered over the lip of the bed, setting her lips with her tongue, the feline eyeing her money meal. It was too tempting to not take advantage of his fumbling, so she didn't bother holding it back this time. Her backside raised up in the air, wiggling slightly as she primed herself to pounce. When she leapt out at him, she practiced tried to tackle him flat to the ground, attempting to slip her arms under his armpits and hug their bodies close as she tried to straddle his waist. "Where are you going, Mr. Voronov? We've barely gotten to know one another."

Rapidly fumbling on the floor, Dmitri knew he was taking time to get this gi back on, time that could have been spent in other, more valuable ways, but he didn’t much care. He could already tell that one of Lilith’s big advantages was going to be messing with his head, and the less chance he gave her to do that, the better off he’d be in the long run.

Though, now that he thought about it, what other advantages did she have? She hadn’t shown any martial arts skill, hadn’t even tried to employ any real wrestling. That didn’t necessarily mean she was defenseless without the seduction, but it was something to consider - maybe all these games were a way to compensate?

Either way, he had little time to contemplate the possibility, as she picked this moment to launch herself off the bed, coming down on him like the hungry predator she was. He’d just finished secured the gi, getting the last knots on with practiced, and was beginning to sit up, when she came crashing down on him. She wasn’t a heavy woman, couldn’t have weighed more than 60 or so in kilograms, but gravity had a way of making even that weight matter. Despite the crash, he found her body surprisingly soft and welcoming, as if it was designed to be rubbed against another body - and that was precisely how she used it, too, coming down to grip him tight in a warm embrace.

To her credit, she was smart enough to make his leg strength useless. Clutched against him, all he could with his powerful legs was kick them about and swing their combined bodies this way and that, accomplishing nothing, wasting energy.

”I’m...I’m really not that interesting.” He grunted and tried to bring his arms around to grab her shoulders, trying to pry her clean off. If that didn't work, he was willing to get a bit more violent, but he was saving that. How strong could she be, really?

As he struggled, she shifted her weight with a giggle, keeping him firmly on top of her impromptu cuddle pile. While not particularly strong, it didn't take much to keep herself latched onto his boarder form, especially with using his gi as a handhold.

She happily snuggled up against Dmitri through his protests, managing to slip in a few stray kisses along his collar before he started to peel her off. There was some resistance, but not enough that she was forcefully fighting his attempts to dislodge her. When she could no longer pressed herself down across his chiseled chest, she leaned back as she rode on top of his, arms encircling the very limb he had been using to remove her. She wrapped her arms around his bicep and forearm, nuzzling her cheek up along his hand before playfully trying to slip one of his fingers into her mouth to suckle at it.

"So humble. I'd like to know more." She confessed quietly, switching from one finger to the next, curling her tongue over his digits. Her weight sunk back onto his pelvis, her soft rump rolling over the top of his lap to gently grind away at his crotch as she enjoyed the offered arm to it's fullest. "We have so much time after all."

Dmitri’s muscles tensed up with every kiss that she laid on, like she was shooting raw electricity into his body on contact. There was a science to the way she moved, with each kiss and peck landing on the right spot, never too close together, like she was picking and probing to find the perfect spot. She was succeeding, too - it didn’t matter which way he turned his neck, she always seemed to find something tender to lay her lips on, some spot that could drive him up the wall. It was a weird sight, a man of his size being held down by a smaller woman, but the weirdness didn’t keep it from being reality.

So, at first, he was relieved when he managed to peel her off, getting those dangerous lips away from his danger zones. Or so he thought, until she seized his arms and began to suck away at them, proving their wasn’t a single part of his body she couldn’t turn against him. Those hips on his lap were a problem, too, as her grinding easily brought back all of the heat he’d managed to lose in the past few seconds.

"There's not a whole lot to tell, sorry." He twisted his pelvis, trying to toss her off, and only succeeding in making the grinding that much worse. "I'm just a guy, and you're flattering, but..." If one of those curious hands found their way down their again….

Up. He needed to stand. Needed to be on his feet. Needed to be in a position to use his best weapons. He was not going to escape this room any other way. As much as he didn’t want to start laying into her, his back was up against the wall.

With his one free arm, he lifted up and swung out, throwing a hard hook into her sides. He was no boxer, and this was far from the ideal way to throw that punch, but he was hoping it would at least hurt enough to make Lilith back off and keep her distance long enough for him to stand up.

"There is so much more to all of us. If not where we have been or how we came to be, then what we dream about." She gave a soft sigh, kissing along his palm and fingers. "If you truly have nothing to dream of, I am more than happy to give you plenty to fill your mind to the brim, Mr. Voronov. So much that you may just burst." She let her weight sink in on top of him, giving another firm roll of her hips on top of him.

His fist smacked her side, sinking into her soft body with a muted thud. She let out a muffled groan, one of his fingers still between her lips as he body buckled up against his captured arm. It had been enough to weaken her grasp of him. As for her position? She remained on top of him, but without his arm to hold her steady and anchor them together, it would be relatively easy for Dmitri to shove her off and make another escape. She wasn't exactly an immovable object unless his body made her out to be one out of his subconscious desires.