Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

If Dmitri were being honest, he was curious about Lilith and what her story was. The AFW hired all sorts of people, but she was singular, even by their broad standards - he wasn’t aware of any wrestle who acted like this, fought like this, moved like this, even in the hentai divisions. He wanted to think it was all just a ruse, messing with him, and maybe mind games were a part of it, but there was a sincerity to her words, too. Like she really was interested him. Maybe just a mild curiosity, but it was there.

Just when he thought he was used to getting charmed to women, immune to it, Lilith came along and proved all of that wrong. What made a woman like this?

Those were the sort of questions he wanted to ask her...later. For now, he tried his best to focus, and ignore the way she was still making his hormones race. He struck out, and found she took the hit better than he was expecting. He didn’t think it would wreck her, but she didn’t even make an audible noise, whethering the blow better than he might have in switched places. Making her cry out wasn’t the purpose, though. Weakening her was. On that front, the purpose was served.

Dmitri planted his feet on the floor, bucked hard, and sent her tumbling forward with a powerful thrust of his hips, putting his glutes into it. The moment she was off, he threw his legs up, tucked his body in, and rose with a swift kip-up, regaining his footing in an instant. He spun on his heel with a sharp turn, his gi whipping through the air, moving back into his fighting stance and locking it in. This time, he resolved to bring the fight straight to Lilith if she didn’t bring the fight to him. ”Okay, no more games, no more tricks.” He began bouncing once again. ”If you want to do this the hard way, we’ll do it the hard way.”

Somehow, that didn’t sound nearly as confident as he hoped it would.

The brunette was easily spilled onto the floor was the hard buck. Even as she lay there on her side, she was positioned in such a way her spray looked almost like a planned pose. Vulnerable and salacious. She was peering back at him with one visible Ruby red eye through displayed Cascades of hair around her.

She hadn't been quick to rise, groaning softly when she rose to her hands and knees, arching her back to stretch like a cat before him, leaving a pleasant view of her plump backside and a side glance of her displayed figure. When she had climbed to her feet it was with the ease of floating, standing before Dimitri with a mischievous smile.

"Show me your hard way." Lilith giggled softly, tucking a few strands of rich brown hair behind her ear, clearly flicking her eyes down below his waist in a lighter joke only partly at his expense. She couldn't help it! He was just too fun to fluster. This time however, she seemed more inclined to align to his request for a fight, sliding one of her feet back and raising her arms up in a very loose grapple stance. She had played with him long enough, it was only fair she let him lead their little dance for a bit too. She aimed to be a good partner so if fighting back allowed him to shine better, she would oblige.

She leaned forward darting in at Dmitri, far more spry than any of us earlier slow deliberate movements had really let on. She circled away from the bed, coming at him in such a way that the only place for him to back up would have been up onto the mattress, cutting off possible retreat. Instead of approaching with a strike, she tried to slip in on him, attempting to tangle with him in a simple lockup.

While Dmitri could have rushed in and knocked her down with a well-placed kick as she rose, he ignored the urge to do so, even though she took a fair bit of time with the simple motion. He was okay with attacking a woman. He was less okay with attacking a woman - or anyone, really - when they were down. It was the sort of thing that was ingrained in him from his competitions, and even though the rules allowed for such things, even encouraged them with the MMA lean of wrestling these days, he wouldn’t back away from that ethos.

That being said, waiting for her to rise meant he had to watch her as she straightened up, and she made sure it was a provocative sight, showing off her lithe body as he rose. He had a quick eye roll at her little joke, but didn’t throw anything back, muttering instead. ”Yeah, okay, walked into that, ha ha.”

The good news was that it looked like Lilith was taking things as seriously as she able to, now, moving into a legitimate fighting stance, if a lazy one. He jumped back as she came his way, taken aback by the alacrity she moved with. He hadn’t expected a woman of her figure to be slow, but she was swifter than he would’ve ever guessed, light on her feet, graceful. Fast. Faster than him? He could test that.

He was aware enough of the room to realize that the mattress was behind him, and if she kept going forward, the two of them would likely end up on top. He had options, though, and maybe one she wouldn’t have realized.

Instead of falling back or moving forward to grapple with her, Dmitri leaped up on the bed, landing on top of it, and swung his leg out with a low kick the moment his feet were planted, trying to catch her clean in the chest.

It had been quite awhile since she had last wrestled for real. Several weeks really, before she had signed with AFW. A different league, with far stricter guidelines on what one could do in the ring being a family oriented business. She hadn't been an exceptionally vital talent then, though a great deal of her potential had been tucked away and caged. Here, she would thrive, where even in standard matches she could have the freedom to really explore her opponents in many facets.

She hadn't moved towards him with a plan, just a desire to grab hold of him and test his strength against her own. She did much care if she came out on top of it so planning that far ahead never crossed her mind. When she saw him hop up onto the bed, her smile grew wider, planning to try and chase after him and drive him back to the matress.

She didn't get that far though as his leg snapped out, cutting through the space between them to clap against her chest. She let out a gasp of pain, staggering back from the blow until she backed herself into a couch and inadvertently dropped down onto in in a slipped sitting position. She stared at Dmitri, dumbstruck for a moment as he hand existed to her breast, gently tracing where the stiff blow had caught her.

There was a small twitch of pain as she nursed the spot with her fingertips roamed, but her look of confusion slowly turned to one of guilty pleasure as she bit her lower lip, looking even more taken with him now than she had before. Pressing her palms to the thick red cushions she rose to her feet. When she slipped back into her trapping stance, there seemed a bit more form to her figure, a light spring in her idling to keep her in motion. It was all coming back to her now.

Lilith closed the distance between them, but left more for Dimitri to traverse, allowing him to come to her now in a gesture of mutual respect. She had more admiration for him now, having felt his firm body branch that pesky go and now really getting a taste of how he could use it. It was exciting, the prospect of losing to this man. There was only one thing she felt he was missing… confidence. They could work on that together so when he did eventually leave this room, in victory or defeat, he could hopefully come away proud of his abilities.

The kick wasn’t just meant to make Lilith back off, though that was the primary goal. It served a couple of other purposes, too, one of which was to test how well she could take a hit and get an idea of how much power he should put into his strikes. The belt around his waist wasn’t just for decoration, he had the speed, skill, and force to knock out most opponents with a well-placed kick, but he’d rather not get that extreme with her if he didn’t have to.

The blow he gave her was around medium strength, and when it first landed, he worried that it had done too much, judging from the way she clutched her chest and the pained looked on her face. She was shocked, confused, maybe didn't he had it in him? Years ago, he wouldn’t. In fact, if this was his debut, he had little doubt she would have him in her clutches, doing whatever she wanted in this match, and he wouldn’t have been able to repel her. But other matches against other temptresses had prepared him for this, and he wasn’t about to…

...oh. She was smiling, now.

Dmitri had just hopped down from the bed, landing on the balls of his feet and slipping back into his stance, when he saw that wicked little grin on her face, like she not only was able to take his hit, but she liked it. That thought was less than comforting, as was the way she just bounced off the couch and moved back into her stance. Dmitri didn’t fail to notice that she seemed even more animated now, moving into a stance that would’ve passed muster in any wrestling class. She was serious, now. As serious as a woman like her could be, anyway.

Dmitri was wary now, but his goal was clear - he needed to kick her enough to make her spit that key out, and she seemed to be opening herself up for that opportunity, letting him come to her this time, not as aggressive. It was an opening that he wouldn’t throw away, either.

He juked left, then moved in with a quick slide, closing the distance between them in a flash of movement. Keeping his body perpendicular to hers, he shot his leg out with a swift side kick aimed at her stomach, then pulled it back in and shot it back out in a flash with the same kick, only aimed at her chest. Working the midsection seemed like a good way to go, here. A good way to sap her will to fight, without doing too much damage.

Her bright red eyes followed Dmitri's movements, shifting to keep him in front of her but allowing him the space to move. He was fast, faster than her she imagined. She liked that, being outclassed and outmuscled. Exhilarating. Still, it took him more effort to weave as he did then it took her to pivot. In the right circumstance his superior speed wouldn't matter as much if she could predict and prepare. That would take time with him though, to learn from his movements. If she had her way, they would get plenty of that tonight though.

He caught her mid turn as she marveled at his footwork, his foot striking her flat against her stomach. She bent forward with the blow, forced to spot out her breath as her emptied her lungs. She steadied herself in place, following his foot as it came back for another pass, taking her across the chest with another blow that snapped her backwards, taking her to the floor.

Lilith dropped back onto the rug, legs thrown up into the air before dropping back down leaving her sprawled out and huffing with a wide smile on her face. He had swept her off her feet, quite literally, and she couldn't be happier.

She didn't immediately try to rise, taking in what just happened and dissecting it in her mind. She would have to do better, give him a challenge! He wasn't the sort to take pride in savaging the weak, she could tell that just from their brief exchange. If she wanted to keep this fire in his belly, Lilith would need to pose an ample threat past her sexual advances.

Her chest rose and fell as she laid where he had dropped her, slowly reaching back to muster her faculties to start to sit herself up. She was in no real hurry though, not terrible concerned if he would come at her while she as vulnerable… part of her was hoping he would.

Another couple of kick, and these landed as well, doing even better than the first. Dmitri moved back after the blows connected, but it was purely out of reflex, the sort of thing that he would’ve done in a competition to avoid reprisals. That wasn’t necessary, here. In a tournament, he would’ve put against men and women closer to his weight and skill level, but Lilith was well below that. When he attacked her, there was really only one way for the woman to go - down.

And down she went, hitting the mats and laying there, taken off her feet. She didn’t seem all that hurt, probably more surprised than anything - this likely wasn’t what she’d been expecting when she walked into this room. Dmitri could take some heart in that, knowing that it was time to hold the upper hand.

Now, about that key…

When she started to get up, he rushed in, dipped down and sat on her stomach to straddle her, taking care to avoid those hips of hers, if at all possible. He pressed one hand to her shoulder to pin her, then held out the other with an open palm beside her hand. He put on the most stern face he could muster as he looked down on her, though it was probably just coming off more like frustration. Which it was.

”The key.” He shook his open hand, motioning for her to spit it out. ”Please...I really don’t want to just stick my fingers in your mouth to get it, I doubt you’d like that.”

Though, come to think of it, she might very well have. He was starting to get the impression that Lilith had vast and complicated tastes when it came to physical contact.

Before she could rise she was back down, Dimitri was on top of her, flattening her back to the rug with his weight. When he brought a hand to her shoulder and shoved her down to the ground she let out a soft quiet moan. She breathed heavily, staring up at him with fluttering lashes. The brunette tested his resolve and strength, squirming slightly, trying to push her body up against his efforts but found herself pinned quite nicely. God, she was so turned on right now.

She had to focus though. If she allowed him to search her or revealed the truth that she no longer had the key, he could easily scour the room for the limited locations she had gone. That would be no good. As much as she wanted to stay and make him forcefully search for the key, she couldn't allow for him to find out until she had laid the proper groundwork to waste his time trying to find his way out.

She looked forlornly up at him, big ruby puppy dog eyes practically begging him to reconsider. Slowly she craned her neck, bringing her face to his open palm. She lowered her lips to his hand… and gave it a kiss, flicking her tongue along the inside of his hand before leaning back with an impish giggle, sealing her lips tightly while still managing to smile up at him with the corner of her mouth and her eyes.

The arm of the shoulder he was pinning came up, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to anchor him them together, making the prospects of him trying to pry her lips apart with one hand very unlikely. He would find her grip harder to shake than she had been earlier, actively trying to clinge to him now.

She waited, biding her time for him to make a move, looking for an opening where he was lurching over top of her. At that point she would try to make a move, throwing one of her legs up to drive a knee up into his back, not so much to cause pain but to shove him forward onto her. She would try to twist their bodies, pulling his wrist toward her while shoving at him with her other hand, trying to roll the two of them over in one sudden movement to out herself on top.

To her credit, Lilith didn’t go down easy, giving him some resistance. While she wasn’t super strong, she was definitely built for some with her size and musculature, able to output a good deal more force than he'd expected. She was able to get about halfway up before he had to put some real force into his arm and shove her back to the mat, pinning her shoulders against it and adding more weight to the hold, keeping her shoulders to the mat. Being stern, being forceful, showing that her meant business, even as she gave him that innocent, pleading look. Not going to fall for that.

Of course, the silent threat he was giving off was also a hollow one, since he wasn’t about to start pounding her in the face or anything, and she wasn’t exactly uncomfortable in her current position. He’d thought he was getting to her at first, when she first brought her mouth to his hand, like she was going to spit out the key...but no. He got a kiss. And a tongue. He shivered at the touch, then groaned. ”Miss, come on…”

Dmitri started to pull away, contemplating his luck with a submission hold of some kind - he wasn’t exactly a master of them, but he could do some of the more basic kinds, like a Boston Crab or a Camel Clutch, and they’d both be good ways to make her spit the key out, or at least wear her down. Before he did that, though, he needed his arm back, and she had a surprisingly tight grip on it. ”H-hey!” Dmitri gave his arm a harder pull now, still not having much luck. ”Lady, come on, just-”

He’d just reached down to pull away hard, when she sprang into action. Something hard hit his back - her knee, he guessed - and he wound up falling forward, right into her clutches. She rolled hard to the side the instant he came down, more than ready for him, and in the next second the roles were reversed, with her on top and him on the bottom. Not ideal.

Knowing this wasn’t the place to be, he tried a similar tactic as before, throwing a wild punch into her side as he tried to buck her off, arching his back for a hard bridge. He got her off that way once, twice seemed like a decent bet.

The tables turned, Lilith stood tall, in a manner of speaking as she straddled Dmitri's waist, grinning down at him. There had been a definite change to her semblance. While even dishelved her beauty was ravishing, her physicality and movements had changed to better suit actually facing the man beneath her rather than simply trying to seduce him into her whims. While still maintaining a sense of playful mischief, she appeared more capable.

History however seemed to repeat itself as he slugged her in the side again without seemingly any repercussion, getting a similiar bring as she buckled from the blow. All that he needed to do next was throw her off. When he bucked, she was propelled forward, through it hadn't been. By his force alone. She had spring up on her own accord with him, jumping herself from his waste to land with her knees on either side of his head and shine draped back to pin down his shoulders.

While she had combed through his hair lovingly before, now her fingers clenched hold, grabbing a handful as she brought her crotch down over his face. She tugged his head upwards between her her legs while her weight settled in on top of him. Leaning back,  Lilith pressed her other palm to his chest to hold him at bay as she rolled her hips up along his face, grinding him into the carpet. "You know my name... Say my name Mr. Voronov. I want to hear it on your lips so bad."