Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

Maybe it was only his imagination, but Dmitri swore, up and down, that Lilith was getting stronger as the match went on. He knew she wasn’t out of shape, he could see enough of her body to say that with certainty, but he hadn’t gambled on her moving this fast, being this strong and agile.  He’d been ready to write her off as a simple hentai wrestler - okay, ‘simple’ wasn’t a good word to describe anything about Lilith, but at most, he wouldn’t have pegged her as a fellow martial artist. That was the vibe he was starting to receive, though.

It was all the more reason for him to get her off of him, something he kept in mind as he drilled her with another punch. He got close to the same effect as last time, and moved to throw her off, more than willing to do this to her the entire night if he had to. But things didn't quite go as planned - not for him, anyway.

”ちょっと待って-” The panick made him slip into his native language for a moment, before her crotch came down over his face and silenced. It was hot and wide, just large enough to cover his lips and nose and keep the air out, filling his nostrils with the scent of her growing arousal and nothing else.

It was also effective. Lilith didn’t weigh all that much, no, but she didn’t need to for this hold. Dmitri was reasonably fit, had a good body, but he wasn’t able to unseat her, no matter how many times he jerked up and swung his legs about. He needed leverage to lift her up, and there was none to be found. He grinding didn’t help, either, as she drove his skull into the carpet with each lewd thrust.

He fought. He struggled. He kicked. All Dmitri did was expend energy, heat up his body and bring up a light sweat. He wouldn’t be going anywhere until Lilith let him go somewhere, and there was no telling how long that might be. He didn't say her name - not that she could've heard it like this, anyway - but he did moan and scream into her crotch, filling the room with the sounds of his muffled protests.

Lilith may have been a bit rough with her first few thrusts, a bit overwhelmed by the rush of holding Dimitri down to the ground and catching him by surprise. Once he had bucked a few times in protest and had been unable to unseat her though, she saw no need to be so quick and crude. Her grip eased on his hair, fingers combing through his hair to cradle the back of his skull, achieving the same effect of nestling his face between her legs without the messiness that came from white knuckled hair yanking.

Her grinding became a slow and methodical circling of her hips over his face, taking back from him the touch she had wanted from him earlier when he had held her down but hadn't provided. Even with the soft black panties between them, it was hard not to take in the scent of her arousal as it has drifted in and out like the tide since they had begun and left the garment just a bit wet. She was now to try and cover it more, not only with her own juicing but Dmitri's saliva.

She closed her eyes as her body rocked, throwing back her head to let out a shuddered moan when his features dragged across her in just the right way. The hand she had on his chest wiggled and worked its way into his gi, taking up the same location but craving to feel him and not his clothes. Her fingers spreading out over his chest, firmly rubbing his legs as she had her way with him.

"If it becomes too much for you, squeeze my thighs." She spoke in a breathy low tone, finding it hard to focus on good conversation currently. She had a thoughtful tone, while it was clear she was smiling at present and enjoying herself at his expense, she wasn't doing so deliberately to humiliate him. They just happened to be in a compromising position, but both of them were adults. There was no reason to be embarrassed, especially if he was enjoying himself too. She wouldn't judge him if he wanted to stay a while longer.

She made sure to offer him the out before inevitably losing herself to the moment. This of course was a temporary deal, an olive branch to Dimitri. She liked him and wanted him to come away from their encounter more fulfilled than when he left, and not just because she had sexually ravaged him. There was a certain bit of commonality she sought to obtain, when his heart and mind became one with her. Forcing herself upon him worked for now, but her end goal was for him to surrender to her terms willingly.

Maybe if he arched his back just enough and slid out from under her...no, didn’t work.

Okay, she didn’t weigh all that much, he could probably just lift her off, and...no, she had his shoulders pinned too well, couldn’t get enough space for it.

But, wait, he had a pretty good core, did a lot of middle body work. Maybe, if he gave it a hard twist to the side, he could...no, not happening.

He let out a long, frustrated groan into her groin as his efforts continued to fail, pinned with ease each time, Lilith riding out his struggles with little effort on her part and plenty on his. Had he been facesat before? He wasn’t sure, so many of his matches blurred together, but he was fairly sure this wasn’t one of the humiliations he’d endured. Definitely not from a woman who was so good at it - he would’ve remembered something like this.

It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, though, if he was being honest. There was warmth here, strangely comforting even with the smothering. He did like the way her hands roamed over his chest, even when they slipped into his gi and got more personal. He’d wondered if she was just playing or meaning something different when she claimed to be a masseuse, but the more time he spent with her, the more he suspected that was the truth. She didn’t seem like the type to lie, not really, and she definitely had that air about her. It was not the least bit difficult to imagine her in a dark room with a man on the table, working his pains away with delicate touches…

...the lack of oxygen was getting to him, wasn’t it?

Before he’d even noticed it, the world was getting quieter. It had started to rain, gentle taps on the window, but they were growing more distant now, along with Lilith’s fading moans. His body shuddered and slacked, losing more energy by the second. What was it that she said about having enough. Squeezing her thigh?

He went ahead and gave that a try, running his hands over her legs and giving them a good squeeze, with a little more than that on top. As a man who spent a lot of time working on his legs, he had to appreciate Lilith’s. Good tone, nice definition, but not too hard.

It was easier than one may have expected to remain on top of Dimitri. Not that he wasn't putting forth a strong effort to dislodge her, she simply had the benefit of a good position and experience in mounting opponents like this in the past. It was more of a fun little game to her than a challenge after robbing him of all of his strengths. Eventually his fight would start to face, though it was uncertain if that was because he began to pass out or because he was enjoying himself. While she hoped it was the latter, either worked.

She could feel his strained hot breath between her legs, along with his struggles it was the only direct input her supplied to her ongoing pleasure. The rest she had to take from him herself, which she did readily with each grind on his face. His hands slipped up along her legs, getting a small giggle from her. Perhaps he was coming around? Then she felt the squeeze. Pity.

True to her word, she release his head, bringing her knees in enough to allow the brunette to lift herself up off his face and allow for breathing. She smiled down at him lovingly, bringing a hand to his cheek to gently caress his cheek with her thumb. The hand at his chest slowly retreated, wiggling her fingers along his body as she left... though before she sat up fully she reached back to give his belt knot a small testing tug. It would have been  a shame if he hadn't tightened it properly. With a small sad sigh she lifted herself up off him entirely, rising to walk off of him to give Dimitri some room to recover. While she would have rathered continuing her assault,she had a job to do. Visit locations around the room to sow seeds of doing where her key would have been.

She glanced back at the man's way as she walked the room, casually opening and clothing drawers, moving around pieces of furniture, on a rather casual exploration of the room. She wasn't subtle about it either, making sure he saw and heard what she was doing. "Have you been with Tension long Mr. Voronov?" She inquired coolly, as if she hadn't just been humping his face a minute ago.

Lilith didn’t have to let him go, not at all. She could’ve simply sat down, kept grinding down and knocked him right out. There was nothing to stop her, and while it wouldn’t have won her the match, it would’ve made it far easier for her to find the key while he was out. Or do whatever it is was that she was trying to accomplish, here - Dmitri was starting to get the distinct impression that winning wasn’t her highest priority in all of this.

She didn’t have to let up when he squeezed - but she did. He took in a long, heavy breath of air the moment she got off of him, rapidly refilling his lungs, panting hard as she caressed his face and the sweat dripped down his cheeks. He was still seeing stars, but they were starting to dissipate, as his brain began to return to normal working order. That had been close, too close, and he would need a little while to recover. Time that Lilith could’ve used to press her advantage.

She didn’t, though, and instead left him on the mat, sucking in greedy gulps of air. He could hear her rummaging about the room, but he didn’t pay much attention to it at first, more surprised by the random question she’d throw his way. ”Three…” He closed his eyes and took a deeper breath, forcing his heartbeat to take it down a notch. ”No, four years. On and off. Four.” Dmitri was almost surprised to hear the words come out of his own mouth, as if he’d never considered it until now. Had it been that long, really? "Why?"

His moment of reflection came to a screeching halt when he looked up and fully registered what she was doing - not just idly exploring the room. She was searching. For the key. And that searching was taking her closer and closer to the couch. His hiding spot between the cushions wouldn’t be the first place she’d think look, but it wouldn’t be the last, either. Time to jump back in, it seemed.

Dmitri pushed his way back up, stumbling a bit as he rose, and came charging at her again, jumping in her path to face her before she could move towards the couch. He’d gone for the middle before, but this time he aimed a bit lower, aiming a sharp kick to the outside of her thigh, hoping to hobble her a bit and dampen her movements.

Finding Dimitri's key was a novel thought, something that would likely help her odds of actually walking out of the apartment the winner of this match. It hadn't occurred to her to look for in in her fake placement of a key she had already discarded. She was simply buying time and planting seeds for later if he managed to put her down for a bit. "Just curious. You seem nervous when facing women… or is it just me?"

She smirked slightly, hooking a finger around a drawer ring beside the couch,giving it a small tug to look inside. Her eyes widened slightly when she found an assortment of fun looking items just sitting their, separated by small plastic dividers worked into the drawer… she would definitely use these…

"Besides…" turning to look back to Dimitri,she found him already leaping in front of her. An odd display to be certain that left her blinking. His kick caught her hard I. The thigh, making her knee buckle  the soon impact. She stumbled forward and then fell… into Dmitri, clutching at the front of his gi as she draped herself up against his chest. She feigned greater injury than she likely had, using her position to pry the folds of his top back enough to dip her head inside and kiss and nuzzle his pectorals playfully.

"You got me… now what will you do with me?" She mumbled softly as she tried to burrow deeper into his gi, seeking out his own nipples with her tongue, looking to give it a small lashing to it.

”I’m not nervous!”

The way Dmitri said those words, it didn’t even sound like he believed it.

Nervous or not, it wasn’t enough to stop him from rushing in and lashing out, slicing into her legs with those kicks and making her buckle, clearly hurt - maybe too hurt. He hadn't thought he’d struck that hard, but her body language told a different story, and he worried that some real damage might’ve been done. Not something he was going for, not for a match like this.

He’d taken a step forward when she came toppling over onto him, nearly taking him down from the shock alone, as she grabbed him and let her hands roam free. Kisses on his pecks, licks around his shoulder, He was already too experienced with Lilith to know that wasn’t a good thing - not a good thing for someone wanting to win this match, anyway.

Dmitri began to try and push her away, when her tongue shot out and found a nice nipple to play with, sending a shock through his chest that travel down his body. Her grip was too tight, she was too close, the gi made pulling her off a chore he had little patience for. He needed to give her some incentive to back off, or she’d find a way to put him down and get on top. Again.

He reached up and wrapped his arms around her head, pulling her in tight against his chest and keeping her still. He braced one foot, then shot the other up with a rapid knee to Lilith’s stomach, followed by another with the same kind of power. Knee strikes weren’t exactly classic Tae Kwon Do, but he’d added a few to his repertoire over the years, fleshing out his moveset for the AFW. Good to see that work paying off.

Lilith going on tightly, despite Dmitri's best efforts she seemed intent to stay in close, which was no surprise. The gi he wore like armor to keep out her probing touch was proving quite useful as a handhold, letting her slip past to drag and flick her tongue cheekily across his body. She could feel him quake and hesitate, either unsure of what to do or unwilling to embrace what needed to be done before she managed to girl him around her finger.

He made the choice to resist, hooking his arms around her hand to jerk squeeze it between his body which had her cooing with delight. She pawed at his chest, dragging her nails lightly across his toned form. Then his knee hit her, bending her in half with a gasping wheeze. The second one landed just as solid, bucking her briefly off her feet before touching back down on shaky legs.

While she may have been playing to fall into his arms moments prior, now she hung onto him to actually keep herself from falling. She heaved a hot shaky breath on unstable legs, taking in the sensation of being struck by Dimitri and now being at his mercy. She brought her thighs together, rubbing them up against one another subtly as she fantasized where she wanted this to go next, knowing full well it wouldn't… yet.

Dmitri had to grit his teeth as her tongue went to work on him, his body freezing up at her electric touch. It was no stranger to sexual contact, in and out of the AFW, but all those previous instances were bullets compared to the tank shells he was dealing with now - it was a whole different order of sensual destruction. He was starting to get the sinking feeling that, the longer he stayed in this room, the more this match would be to her advantage. He could only stay ahead of her advances for so long before she got what she wanted out of him.

Sex, most likely. Which was starting to sound like less and less of a bad idea the more this went on, and he wasn’t sure what that said about him. All the more reason to escape, before he had to answer that question.

He needed to lock her down. Get her under control and get that key out of her mouth, before she found his or, heaven forbid, swallowed the damn thing. Did the rules prevent that? Seemed like an oversight, but this was a test match, so it figured, he supposed.

At any rate, his knees seemed to do a good job of that, genuinely hurting her and getting her to keel over. He was kind of surprised they didn’t make her go down all the way, showing, again, that she was tougher than she looked, but this worked well, too. He had just thing for it.

Dmitri grabbed Lilith by the head, pushed her off hard, then leaped up and brought her head between his legs as he fell back to the mat, capturing her skull in a figure-four headlock and bringing them both to the ground. He’d started applying real pressure the second he was on a firm base below, pouring on heavy pressure and looking to make her spit the key out.

"Ugh~" The brunette came easily off him as he forcefully shoved her back, making her shoot upright and awkwardly brace her feet in an attempt to keep her balance. It was all for not though when his legs snapped around her head, dragging her back down to the ground with a muted thud on the carpet. She lay face down as his thighs wrapped firmly around her, locked in his figure four. She writhed on the ground, reaching up to wrap her arms around his legs.

Dimitri's legs were so strong, his grip on her felt impossibly powerful. It was clear to her how easy it would be to be choked out here and now if she let him… a very tempting proposition. She loved him he squeezed her, asserting himself with superiority over her.

But as strong as his hold was and willing she was to be in it, he had made a grave mistake in his choice. Her arms handed slipped around his legs to try and pry them free, no, they were there to hold him in place while she pushed her face up between the man's legs. It wasn't hard to find the bulge in his pants he had basically gift wrapped for her and with a simple shift of her head even within the limited space afforded to her, she was able to press her lips to it.

She opened and closed her mouth over the top of his covered manhood, pushing herself up against it to grind her features along his crotch. She moaned lewdly, voice muffled as it was, but able to send vibrations of her rumbling pleasure into it. The pain he inflicted made it into a game between the two, a race of sorts to see who could overwhelm the other first. Every squeeze from his legs and each unintention twitch for his crotch left her panting hot exhales through his clothing.

Her hands blindly felt around his waist, fingers wrapping around the belt of his gi. She tugged at it hard, working her way to the knot, trying to deftly untie it against Dmitri's will. Even with her current predicament, if she could just get this belt off, she was confident she could slide his pants down just enough to make both of them far happier.