Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

”Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow ow owowowowowowo-”

If Dmitri had any doubts about Lilith’s legitimate skill, it was safe to say they were officially dispelled now, as she began to bend his body back in an unholy shape. He was more flexible than most men could say, probably better suited than most...but even he had a breaking point, and Lilith was rapidly pushing him to it. He doubted she would take him over that point, since she seemed to have real concerns about his wellbeing and didn’t want to hurt him anymore than she had to, but that didn’t mean it would be pleasant sitting on the edge. Far from it.

He grunted at her playful request, shaking his head in protest. ”Not...not going to tell-” His defiance was cut off when she brought them to the floor, once against cutting his odds in half and doubling hers. He put a struggle, frantic, trying to get free the moment they landed, but it only succeeded in wasitng more of his fleeting energy.

Still twisting and jerked about, Dmitri struggled for some kind of way out, but he wasn’t having any luck - his Tae Kwo Do training was woefully inadequate, here. Much as he hated to admit it, he was stuck until Lilith let him out. Whenever that might be.

”I’m fighting because this is a match.” He grunted and arched his back, in another failed attempt to wriggle free. ”We’re supposed to be wrestling, not doing...that.” Even as he said it, though, he had to admit it was a feeble excuse. There was no time limit, she was willing, and he could still win, even get some of his energy back to help him. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend or a religion that forbade it.

”It’s just…” He sighed and tried to turn his blushing face away from her. [color=#0000ff]”It’s just not right, okay?{/color]

Lilith brought the two of them crashing forward to the ground, leaving Dmitri on his chest to struggle as she effortlessly maintained her octopus hold with very little shifting of her body. He might as well have been a malfunctioning mechanical bull found in some seedy Westerner bar, unable to really mount enough force to threaten to dislodge her. She road through every twist and buck with relative ease, giving him another firm squeeze with her thighs at each failure as if to drive the point home. It all served to wear him down, waste his strength. Were they in a real match, she could have easily gotten him to tap if that were the goal.

She was patient, waiting for the right moment when his struggling was at its weakest before making her move. When she released him, the transition was deftly smooth, legs uncoiling as she slipped down to mount his back, still controlling his arm by keeping his joints locked. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again, squeezing themselves in between his stomach and the ground to lock her ankles even under his weight.

In a quick rotation of his shoulder, she brought his arm around, striking her her palm down into his elbow to keep him held steady as she let up pressure just enough to wrench the limb behind his back and lock it back in to shove up up against his upper back. With that in place, she reached an arm out to slip around his neck, yanking his head back hard to lock in her chicken wing hold. With a roll of their bodies she turned them over, taking the spot on the ground on her backside in a reclined sitting position with Dmitri nestled up against her, locked down as she worked each part of the hold. Her legs squeezed his midsection, one hand forced his arm up even higher, and the last arm was steadily closing in tighter with every passing moment to choke him.

She let out a soft withering sigh, leaning in to glide her tongue up along the side of his ear, planting a sloppy wet kiss along his neck. "It seems to me as though your current strategy isn't working out well…" she breathed out heavily with a low long moan into his ear, playfully taking a moment to nibble at his lobe. Her teeth tugged gently, tongue flicking over the capture bit of flesh before she suckled at it. It came free with a pop and a giggle.

"If it's so wrong, why does it feel so right, hm?" She whispered softly as her legs squeezed again, bringing her locked ankles down to grind her heels slowly against his crotch. She went quiet again, maintaining her hold on all front as she took her fill of kisses from him, working her way around his neck and cheek, occasionally returning to play with his ear again. In all her teasing, she had never let up on the choke, presenting a very real threat of making him pass out should he not escape.

The annoying thing about this hold was that Dmitri was sure there was a way out of it. Some kind of counter, some kind slick move that he was probably perfectly capable of executing, that would not only let him escape her grasp, but give him an advantage and turn the tables on Lilith.

But wow, for the life of him, he just could not think of it. She could’ve held him in this hold for as long as she wanted, and he doubted she would’ve given it up even if he told her where the key was. She honestly didn’t seem all that concerned about winning the match, more into her mind games and leaving him stupefied, so she could make good on all the spoken and unspoken promises.

So Dmitri let out a sigh of relief the moment she decided to just let him go. A sigh that promptly turned into a gasp when he realized the truth of it all. Lilith wasn’t letting him out of her prison, she was just changing the locks.

Dmitri put up a struggle, tried to get free as she transitioned, but there was really no chance of that happening with Lilith. She was a Grandmaster when it came to this sort of physical Chess, while he was barely ranked, not even close to the level of skill he would need to escape such deft movements. She was on his back, his arm was seized and bent at the worst ankle, her legs wrapped around him like twin serpents, and he cried out as she whipped them around - a cry that was cut off when she started to pour the pressure onto his throat, securing the tight hold.

Lilth wasn’t all that strong, but then, you only needed so much muscle to choke another human being out, and she definitely had enough to meet the requirement. He tried to swing his free arm around and elbow her in the side, but the distance was all wrong, and he couldn’t connect with anything sold. To make matters worse - or better, depending on the view - she was up to her usual antics, working him into frenzy with those feet, devouring his neck with sizzling bites. Erotic as it was, he was rapidly losing the consciousness to appreciate it with. He needed a way out. He needed options.

Maybe it was just the lack of oxygen, maybe it was the desperation, or maybe it was something else, but one idea in particular stuck out.

Dmitri bit his lip, gritted his teeth, and tried to turn his head just enough in Lilith’s grip to meet her head on and give her a kiss, pressing their lips together at the odd angle. At the same time, he reached down with his free arm and ran a hand over her thighs, giving them a slow, gentle massage, feeling them up and down, as if carefully inspecting the muscles, appreciating every inch.

Of course, he could do more, give her better...if she let up. Would she?

Lilith seemed to be making her own fun at Dmitri's expense ( or benefit, depending on who you asked). In this short time together she had resigned herself to that fact. He was a hard man to crack. Be it old world values or a jaded belief of the business, be wouldn't let her in. She didn't mind, truth be told. There was so much fun to be had in the chase, running done ones prey to the point of exhaustion before pouncing and laying claim to her bounty. It was this reason why, when he turned his head back to kiss her it actually left her visibly surprised.

There had been a brief gasp and a blink of those deep crimson eyes of hers before she regained herself in the moment, purring happily into Dmitri's kiss now that they shared one she hadn't initiated. Despite all of her charm and skill, this one felt different, more impassioned, as she shifted her body to lean over him and lessen the awkwardness of the angle between them.

The arm that choked his neck loosened as the two kissed, further still when his hand roamed her thigh. It seemed no matter where his fingers treaded they pleased her, purring into their embrace as long as he allowed his palm to wander. Soon enough she had surrender the choke entirely, hugging the arm around him instead, slipping her fingers past his gi to rub her hand around within and feel his toned body once more.

While she had not released her grip of his other arm, the pressure had been relaxed so it no longer presented the crippling pain of abused joints screaming in agony. It simply was held firm, a temporary armistice between the competitors as long as he seemed to be paying to the match she seemed to want.

Her thighs gave small loving squeezes along the sides of his body, also notably gentler now than before. Her heels slipped down over his covered manhood, toes turning as she rested the soles of her feet up against his bulging bottoms to circle her feet over top of him, still rubbing his body as they remained wrapped up with one another on the floor.

Lilith seemed pretty surprised when Dmitri started returning her affections, giving her back what she’d been dishing out this entire match. He would’ve liked to chalk that up to his competency as a lover - none of the other women he’d kiss ever complained about his abilities in this area, at least, and they seemed to like his ‘technique’ well enough. Realistically, though, she was probably more taken aback by the fact that he’d done it at all. He got the strong impression that Lilith had way too much experience in this particular area to ever by impressed by anything he could do.

Her surprise didn’t last very long, however, and she started to reciprocate right away, kissing back and giving him the expected enthusiasm. He would give her credit for being genuine, not leaving a single doubt in his mind that her attraction was real, even if it was a similar attraction to what a cat had for a mouse. Her kisses were sweet and succulent, her touches were tender, and while she didn’t lack for aggression, it was a gentle, welcoming sort, inviting him to sink deeper.

More importantly, it meant she had to ease up on her hold to get what she wanted, replacing her choking with a soft embrace, worming her way round him. There was pleasure where there had only been pain before. Not complete freedom, no, but something close to it.

Close enough.

He took a long, heavy groaning sigh as Lilith’s hand roamed over his body and her feet went to work. It all felt good. So good. He wanted to just melt into her, accept everything she was giving, but he had a plan, and he was sticking to it. He could feel his body caving to her touches, and he knew too well that, if he didn’t make his move now, there’d be no other chance. She would have him.

In a sudden rush of motion, the hand that had been massaging her legs reached down and tried to pull them apart, hoping to buy enough time for him to get out of the trap. His arm went around to her neck in a wild attempt to spin her about and pull Lilith on top of his body, where he could wrap them around her neck and put on a sleeperhold. It was a simple move, but it should’ve been able to do the trick, if everything worked out the way he was hoping. Maybe he’d get lucky and she’d spit the key out? Worth a shot.

It seemed as though Dimitri was finally unwinding and accepting there was more fun to be had than searching for a silly key. He wanted to fight, that was fine. Getting rough was a bit of a turn on for the Scottish Succubus. The problem came from her opponents reluctance to lean into that. Always droning on about the match and wanting to escape while she just wanted to have a fruitful evening with a well put together man. Was that so hard to ask?

So she let herself get long in the moment, giving him more and more rope to work with. Loosening her holds, allowing them to share a bit more mutual contact. She would have been happy to stay like this for awhile and sample his kisses… he was a rather nice kisser when he tried, making her feel like the only woman in the world. Then he had to go and ruin it by making a quick bid for power which they both knew where he intended to go with it.

Her legs were shoved apart, still tingling from his loving touch as the aggression soured the moment. She he tried to work his way around behind her, she kicked off the ground, buckling her hips to push the two of them apart. She surrendered her hold around his throat completely, rolling off to the side to narrowing avoid his attempt to grab hold of her. She had no doubts that if she let him, he could choke her out. Those strong legs of him… those toned arms… she was practically drooling at the thought of it. The only thing that kept her from giving in was knowing if she did, he might escape and this would all end.

"Naughty… and not even in the good way." She crooned softly, as she gathered up a long slender strip of cloth in her hands. His belt, she had managed to work it off him during their brief make out session. With a gentle toss she threw up up to loop over the back of her neck, wearing her prize across her shoulders like a scarf, tauntingly sliding it back and forth along her collar. She stood up on her knees, bright sanguine eyes seemingly undressing him in her mind.

"Most anyone else in your position would be over the moon right now. A pretty woman, all to yourself in a spacious hotel room practically begging for you to take her. Why are you so scared, hm?" She threw her head back, flipping her hair back over one shoulder as she squared up opposite Dimitri. "Is it really so bad to be wanted? I don't have to be a stranger… we could get to know one another tonight so… very… well."

Dmitri supposed this was all to be expected, really. Tae Kwon Do was his forte, great with strikes and speed on his feet, but submission holds were fumbling in uncharted territory. They would’ve been a bad idea during most times, but he could tell that they were waters that Lilith had mapped out well. Whatever her whole deal was, with all her sensuality and steaminess, there was a real martial artist under there. A dangerous one. If this had been a serious match in a ring, it likely would’ve been over by now - he’d either have scored a knockout kick or she would’ve gotten a submission out of him.

Suffice to say, his little trick didn’t work, at least not as well as he’d hope. He escaped, yes, but he’d wanted to turn the tables on her to top it off, and that was simply not happening. She was too nimble for it, moving out of his reach in an instant and getting back to her feet, and all he could do was the same. Whipping away from her, he pushed up fast, moving back into his fighting stance, and-

...where was his belt?

He only noticed at the last instant, as his gi was flopping about now, but it was gone. He looked around, confused, until he centered on Lilith. Sure enough, she had it around her neck, playing with it in ways that were certainly not ITF approved. He took a step her way, intent on getting it back before common sense told him better. That was a trap. An obvious, easy trap he would fall into.

With a hard, haggard sigh, Dmitri slipped off his top as Lilith spoke. He knew full well that would make things easier on her end, but fighting with the gi like this, against someone who clearly had high grappling skills, was just asking for trouble. He tossed it off to the side of the room, where it hopefully couldn’t be used against him and focused back on her.

”It’s not like…” Dmitri arms crossed over his chest without even thinking, giving him some imagined protection. ”It’s not like that, okay? I’m not scared, I just, I know how this goes. There’s always some kind of trick to this sort of thing, and this league has so many women who use sex to mess with guys and pick up wins, and I’ve faced more than my fair share of them.” He threw a quick grimace towards the camera, knowing someone was having a good laugh at this back home. “It happens to every guy in this league, and me more than most. So I’m trying to not let that happen, just this once.”

Dmitri scratched his shoulder and sighed. Felt good to get that out, actually. ”Besides,” He took a step back and looked her over. ”You’re, you know...you’re really sexy.  Okay. And there are guys in Tension, better looking than me, more experienced. Bryan Daniels, Daisuke, those guys in the speedos, guys like them. I’m flattered, but you don’t have to pretend I’m at that level. You can just get out of here and get a match with them, really.”

Dmitri scratched his head, hoping this made as much sense out loud as it did in his head.  Women like this just weren’t attracted to guys like him, it was a fact of nature he’d come to accept.

Lilith bit her lip, an undeniable shine of interest sparkled in her eyes as she watched Dimitri slip free from his top. At the very least it held her advances at bay. She remained on her knees, squeezing at the ends of his belt and alternating which end was longest on either side of her shoulders. She enjoyed the show, though she couldn't help but pout when it stopped at only the one article of clothing. She couldn't complain at being teased though, intended or not. Fair was fair.

Lilith watched quietly as Dmitri bared himself to her in other ways. She could see his frustration in his eyes, feel the sorrow in his voice. This was what was holding him back, gnawing at him his whole time. She let her fingers slide down the fabric of his belt, looselh clinging on as she listened. She was frowning… not the playful mock pouts she had put on during her teasing throughout the match.

She wasn't familiar with the names he offered, if anything she appeared mildly confused as to why he thought himself the lesser compared to them. Nothing she had seen tonight had painted him poorly in her eyes… he seemed like a sweet, genuine man. Well built, clearly motivated, who took care of himself. She stepped up, rising from her knees to put the two of them on equal footing again as they stood in silence.

She was staring at him again with those piercing red eyes of hers, though something seemed different… off. When she moved towards him it was deliberate and natural without the subtle sensual exaggeration of her body that accompanied such things before. When she reached him, she didn't say anything just slipped her arms around him to pull him into a hug. She didn't grope or grind, just held him close for as long as he let her.

"I'm so sad to hear you say that…" The brunette would rest her cheek on his collar as they embraced, giving him a light, supportive squeeze. "You are desirable. The moment I saw you I saw the spark of passion. Those dark mysterious eyes… you are quite handsome. I felt lucky to have been paired with you tonight, the thought it could have been someone else never crossed my mind. I don't want someone else." She leaned back enough to peer up at his face.

"I won't lie. I do intend to walk out of this room, eventually, as the winner. Be it prowess at wrestling or sex, the how doesn't really matter to me. It's not because I'm a heartless or ruthless woman who will do anything to win. It's because what I want isn't outside that door or written down on some statistics page to be analysed… it's you." Lilith sighed softly as she stared up at Dimitri wistfully.

"This is our night… not theirs." She nodded her head lightly in the direction of the camera. She would finally pull away from her but now, brushing her fingers down his arms until she could collect his hands in hers. "I want to make tonight a special night for the two of us to remember. One you can look back fondly of rather than hang stew with regret. There is nothing here to be ashamed of... I want to feel your hands on my body… those lips of yours on my skin. Make me feel like the only woman in the world Dimitri. Stay with me. Please." Lilith brought both of his hands up to her face, holding them together as she kissed the back of each gently.

Was this still even a match at this point? Dmitri was honestly not sure whether or not it still qualified. It was definitely one of the weirder exchanges he’d had in his spotted AFW career, but he couldn’t say that was strictly a bad thing. He felt oddly at peace with Lilith, felt comfortable talking to her about things he’d never let out before. As much as her sexual aggression had left him stumbling, as piercing as her fiery eyes were, there was something about the way she spoke and listened that put the mind at ease. He couldn’t tell whether that was deliberate or not, but for some reason, the image of a therapist came to mind. She would’ve made an impressive one.

He took a step back at she walked towards him, but only a step, more out of surprise from the mundane way she did it than anything. No sexy gait, no straying hips, just a simple approach, and the hug she gave him afterwards was much the same. Sure, it felt good, because she had on outfit that could’ve fit in the palm of his hand, but that wasn’t the point. She could’ve made it a good deal more provocative, if she’d wanted. She didn’t. It was just a hug. And yet, it wasn’t. Without even thinking, his own arms went up to return the embrace, clinging to her tight.

There was honesty about Lilith. Though he barely knew her, he got the gist that she wasn’t a woman who held things back in any aspect of her life. If she told him something, it was true, or as true as she could know. So when she said she desired him, that she really and truly wanted him in this room, he wanted to believe her. He searched her face, head turning this way and then the other, wary of a trap, of a joke, something, but no...this was real.

She wanted him.

She wanted him.

When she backed away and kissed his hands, Dmitri stared at her, frozen in time. His features were hard at first, processing it all, but they softened up soon enough. He looked from one side, then the other, before he moved over to the side and picked up his top from where he’d thrown it a minute ago. Picking it up, he flapped it open and looked like he was about to toss it on again. Instead, he moved to the side, lifted it up, and draped it over the camera, cutting off the rest of the world. At least for now.

That done, he craned his neck back and inhaled, filling himself with a drawn out gasp and a slow release. Clearing the mind. Refreshing. Preparing.

As if on a cue that only he could hear, Dmitri spun about, marched straight towards Lilith, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight, bringing their lips together with a dominating kiss.

She had fallen silent as her lips pressed to the back of his hands, not lingering for too long before she lowered them, simply cradling them in her own. He was a sweet man, a kind man, one that had held his head high and placed duty over desire. It was an admirable trait to have. Even when they fought he seemed concerned for her well being, even when she had urged him on to strike harder or squeeze her tighter. Lilith consider d herself lucky to have him here tonight, especially with all the horror stories she had heard of the monstrous men that Tension employed. Dmitri was different. She liked that about him.

When he moved away she let her fingers drift away, finding her own hands to clasp them lightly. Her deep red eyes followed him, expecting he was going to dress himself again. Had she overstepped her bounds with her honesty? It was possible there was more to all of this that she didn't know. Perhaps an apology was in order.

Her eyes blinked, head cocking ever so slightly as the GI settled over top of the camera. Her gaze flicked between him and the top. Was he thinking of something? She had just begun to open her mouth when he turned around. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Determined. Confident. Beautiful. She took a tentative step forward towards him but was met before she could take another. Drawn up against his body, head tilted back as their lips met. Her eyes fluttered shut as she purred into their kiss, returning his passion but letting him lead her, control her.

Her arms came up around him, slipping behind his neck as she draped herself up against his body. She wanted him to feel powerful, holding her as he was, kissing her how he wanted. She would go wherever he took her as Lilith surrendered herself over to his desire.