Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

Dmitri clamped down on Lilith’s head and squeezed tight, turning his legs into a noose to choke her with. He could’ve actually put her to sleep with this move - while he’d never done it before, he had gotten some of his opponents woozy before, and would’ve knocked them out if not for outside circumstances or just his own mercy. He’d even managed to his younger sister in this one time during a heated spar, and it would’ve clenched the fight, but Usagi had to go and bite her way out of it.

But he had her and he wasn’t letting go. It didn’t matter how much she struggled, he would let up until she spat that key out. She could push at his legs all she wanted, try and push her head free, even open her mouth...to…

...Dmitri had made a grave mistake.

He arched his back in both shock and pleasure as her mouth went to work, working him over despite the fabric in her way. ”Are you for real?” He spoke through his gasp, exasperated. It was kind of impressive, really, how she could use her unique method of attack even in this situation, still had the presence of mind to manipulate him even through the immense pain she was enduring. She was determined, he’d give her that.

Determined enough to pile on the problems by going for his belt, deftly undoing it while her hot breath continued to stimulate him. There was no question on the matter, she would get what she wanted if he couldn’t knock her out fast enough, and he didn’t like this chances. Best to cut his loses.

Dmitri abruptly the hold go, brought his foot in, and shot it out to kick Lilith in the chest and knocked her away. In same the motion, he threw his legs back and rolled off his shoulders, landing on a single knee and staring straight at her. Frantic, he wiped the sweat off his brow and started to work the gi back on, trying to get everything straight before she could close back in.

Lilith was more than to be here like this, eagerly wanting to break down the barrier of cloth between the two of them and really show Dmitri a good time. She wasn't able to do nearly as much as she would have liked before he opted out, breaking the hold and pressing a foot to her chest. With a hard heave he snapped her over onto her back with a hard whiplash of her slender frame that hair her hair fanning out as she fell. Though when he drew back his legs in an attempt to roll to his knee, he would find her thighs had coiled around the leg that had kicked her.

She doing one leg up and over, scooting on her backside along the floor, she brought an arm around to hook his leg at the ankle, twisting to lay on her side as she tried to lock in a heel hook on him. He had been tossing her around a bit and it was clear to her that his power came from these legs. If she could take some of that away, perhaps she could make better headway.

If she managed to lock the hold in, she only needed one leg and arm to hold the limb while it as braced along her body, so her other leg stretched out, planting the sole of her foot up against his crotch to rub at his body again while she tried to crank the hold firm.

"Maybe we should share. I showed you where my key is. Why don't you tell me where you're is? If you don't want to, I have no problem s reaching every inch of your body… Several times. I like to be thorough." She purred softly, seeming more interested in his refusal than his co-operation.

Dmitri had some momentary relief as his push worked, making some temporary distance between the two of them. He was starting to detect a pattern, where he kept getting close and fighting her and getting space when his attempts to make her drop the key inevitably failed. It was a race for him to escape before she had her way with him, but then, that worked in his favor - he was after the key, the victory. Beating him didn’t seem to be a top priority for Lilith, not her main focus. She was out to have fun.

It was something he could play to his advantage, and he was about to rise up and do just that, when he noticed one of his legs was currently ensnared, wrapped up in her thighs. ”Hey, what-”

His unfinished question was answered in the next moment, as she caught him and locked him what had to be her first real move of the match, causing him to cry out as his ankle was brought under her control. It didn’t hurt too much, not as much as he suspected a hold like this could, but it was more than enough pain to keep him earthbound and squirming. Any attempt at escape just made it worse, and that wasn’t the only problem, here.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when her foot started rubbing his crotch, but somehow, he was. Dmitri jerked up and tried to bat away at her mischievous foot, before the amalgam of pain and pleasure became too much and he jerked back, arching his back and sighing through his clenched teeth. His body was getting out of his control, letting Lilith control it like a puppet, and he didn't see much of a way out of if for the time being.

”I...oh,oh, come on…” He tried to move his hips away from her foot, but that just wound up rubbing against them even worse. ”Can’t...can’t remember off the top of my head, sorry. A little distracted.”

Dmitri was so distressed, he was trying to crack jokes. Not a good sign.

Lilith worked Dmitri's trapped legs over top of one of her breasts before nestling it into her cleave, grinding her chest up along his calf as she kept the limb firmly hugged close and twisted to the point of uselessness. She wasn't cranking the hold to cause pain unless he moved to escape where it would briefly ramp before he can under her control again.

The longer he remained, the easier it was to rub her foot along the length of his crotch, the man's body betraying him as he grew aroused. She giggled softly at his excuse of having forgotten the key, more than happy to keep him here until he could recall. She circled the sole of her foot over his covered member, curling her toes over the bulged tip to give it a light "polish" before returning to her more generalized massaging of his manhood.

"Very well. I'll ask again later. Let's just enjoy ourselves for now..." Lilith sighed softly, pressing a light kiss along Dimitri's ankle as she recently rubbed between his legs with her foot. She didn't seem as though she was going to stop until he escaped or gave out on her, especially with no real reason to release him. "Once we are done fighting... or before if you prefer, we can slip into the jacuzzi and work out any more stress you have left. How does that sound, Mr. Voronov?"

”That...that sounds…”

Wonderful, if he was being honest. It had been a while since he’d had a dip in a jacuzzi, and his body could’ve used some relief. A good way to ease his aching muscles, and he could think of worse people to share that time with. Certainly, there were no shortage of men who would’ve killed - literally, for some of them - to spend time in a hot tub with Lilith. ”I didn’t bring a swimsuit, though.”

Even he had to chuckle a little bit at that one, though it was followed by a grimace as he struggled too much and invoked the hold’s wrath. Breathing hard, the situation was starting to wear on him. His ankle wasn’t hurting too much, but he was spending too much effort trying to escape, expending energy while she just sat and enjoyed the show. It was like she was trying to wear him down by sheer attrition, and it would work if he didn’t do something to get out from her grasp.

There had to be some way to reverse this, something he could turn against her…

Hm.

Dmitri reached out and placed a soft hand on the foot that was massaging his member, sliding along the instep, caressing it. He didn’t look down, stayed in position, but kept up with a soft touch. A stroke here. A squeeze there. Feeling the soft skin, running along the tendons, as if trying to repay the pleasure she gave him.

That was, until he seized her pinky toe in his hand and gave it a hard squeeze. Not enough to break it, he was quite sure, but hopefully enough to give her some real pain and make her drop the hold, give him enough leeway to squirm away to safety.

"I am sure we can make due regardless." She was softly, almost dream late in tone. The longer she had Dimitri locked in, the easier he was becoming to control. She had eased herself back, getting nice and comfortable in a lounging position as she massaged his crotch with her foot. Perhaps this bit of foreplay would be enough to push him over… wouldn't that be delightful. She hummed thoughtfully to herself, imagining what she would do to him next if she left in in the haze of orgasm so early. He may have been a trained fighter, but did he have the stamina to match her sexual whimsy?

The brunette cooed softly as he stroked her foot, not at all opposed to a bit of participation fro. The man we as worked over his package. His touch was nice, giving her other ideas of what to demand from him. Foot massage aside, she would definitely put those skillful fingers to other more pressing uses.

"Geh!" He pulled her out of the moment with a crushing grip on her toe of all things. She would gladly have eased herself into most submissions, even weathered a storm of blows and come away satisfied. This was different, this was pain she received no real pleasure from. It wasn't a show of cunning or muscle, just annoyance… one that had interrupted her fun.

Lilith was quick to try and pull her foot away, using her own hold as leverage in her release. She was willing to break the heel hook for her own freedom, easing it up in silent question to see if he followed suit. If he seemed willing, she would let him free and scoot herself back away from him… if he persisted though, it would finally apply some real torque to her hold, willing to play chicken with him to see who would crack first.

Dmitri took care to squeeze the toe tight, but not too tight - he wasn’t an expert in this, but he was fairly sure that it wouldn’t take too much force to break something like a little toe. Giving her real damage was the last thing he wanted - while she was his opponent and making him flustered, she was a nice person, and that was the last thing he wanted.

The second-to-last thing he wanted, however, was for her to work him off through his pants, and she was getting dangerously close to to doing that. There was probably some slick, technical way to counter this move, but Tae Kwon Do wasn’t exactly a style of combat that emphasized the ground game, so he had to improvise.

It was effective, too, making her drop the hold right away, and he was more than happy to do the same, letting go of her toe the moment she freed him. He threw his legs back and tried to flip off his shoulders for a quick rise - tried being the operative word, there. He rolled back, landed on his feet, started to stand, then fell back to a knee. Her hold hadn’t done much damage to his leg, but it had done a good job of wearing down his leg, making him stiff down below, and he hadn’t realized how much energy he’d lost in his struggles until just now. Not a good thing.

More than a little worried, he was slow to rise, keeping a solid eye on Lilith the whole time. After that little exchange, he was iffy on the idea of sending another kick her way.

Lilith eased back along the ground, sliding herself away on her backside as she kept eyes locked to Dmitri. She had been ready to appraise the situation and stay down, playing possum to let him try and establish himself dominantly again. When he buckled and dropped to a knee though, she felt a surge of excitement, willing herself up to her feet to take advantage of her opponents weakness. Making no effort to hide her coming, she giggled softly as she sauntered through the empty space between them with a sassy away in her hips.

"If you're tired, we can lay down for awhile if you'd like." She offered softly from afar, though as soon as she neared her pace quicker to a long stride, jogging towards him. She leap out towards him, throwing herself sideways in mid air, legs spread wide as they extended out to try and wrap themselves around his head.

She typed to rest herself across his shoulders, using her body to leverage one of his arms trapped against her midsection, reaching behind his back to grab hold of his other arm to crank it back behind him yo lock in a hanging octopus hold. The outlandish but arguably more traditional hold was pure and simple, having none of her signature altercations. It was a full on hold, one she had no issue with squeezing and pulling at him this time, no holding back.

Lilith was good. Lilith was really good.

Not just in the obvious, sexual way, either. He’d come across more than a few temptresses in his time with the AFW, all part of the job. But watching her approach, he could appreciate more than just seductive, sensual way she moved - no, there was art to it, and he was kind of kicking himself for not taking her more seriously from the start. It was subtle, the sort of thing that most people wouldn’t have caught on, but there was a way she carried herself that only came from long, arduous training.

She was an expert in something. Judo? BJJ? He couldn’t begin to guess, but whatever it was, he got the distinct impression she was about to give him more clues to work with. ”Wait, wait-”

She closed in on him, swift and strong, and Dmitri tried to move out of the way in time - tried too late, his legs not having nearly the spring he needed for a quick retreat. Her legs went around his neck, which probably would’ve been bad enough by itself, but then she had to grab his arms and complicate things, making a painful situation that much worse.

”Nononocomeon-” He grunted and resisted as she stretched him out, but there was really no fighting it - she had control at the moment, bending his body in ways it was never meant to go. He guessed he should’ve been happy she wasn’t putting a seductive twist on things and giving him a legitimate move, but it was a little hard to celebrate at the moment, what with him being wrung out like a wet towel.

Lilith arched her back, slowly drawing back Dimitri's arm to the point of no return, pulling his muscle and bones to the point of breaking. She was giggling softly, easing up her hold just enough to provide some measure of relief before giving it another hard crank. Her thighs squeezed in around his head as she almost grinded herself up against the side of his head.

"The key?" She inquired softly, the amusement dripping from her words. She was relishing the moment to be certain. Lilith would give him a few seconds to respond before changing up her efforts, jerking her body to the side, working to try and pull Dmitri off his feet and bring him to the floor again. It was almost certain if she managed to get him back to the floor, things would no doubt get far worse.

"Why fight it? We could be having so much fun right now, just you and I." She purred, tightening her hood to demonstrate the stick after presenting the carrot. "Mmm, I can't wait to tear off your clothes with my teeth… you could tie me to the bedpost with your belt and show me just how strong you are." She cooed dreamily, clearly imagining the scene she was playing out in her mind. "We have the room for as long as we want… let's enjoy it."