Lilith vs Pierre Vulliard [Hentai Endurance]

Match Type: Hentai Endurance
Victory Conditions: One wrestler is incapable of continuing

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Theme:

Lilith:

Smoke billowed up from the stage grating, spilling red mist over the edge and rolling it down the length of the ramp. From the black curtain of gorilla position appeared a lithe woman the very definition of picturesque beauty. Soft porcelain skin, shimmering rich brown locks and a figure that could easily be described as a work of art in motion. Around her were draped ribbons of black, long loops of cloth that managed to cover her just enough to leave room for some imagination.

She took slow lingering strides towards the ring, parting the sanguine clouds at her feet. A passing smile for the crowd in passing, but little more. She was a mystery, something new worth watching. Delicately she climbed the ring steps, stopping to slide her feet from the ankle high boots she had work to the ring. She took a long dip under the top rope, accentuating her figure as she seductively straddle the middle rope before fully stepping into the canvas. Making her way to the car corner, she rested her back to the turnbuckles, lounging comfortably as her music faded, eagerly awaiting her opponent.

Truth be told, Pierre was looking forward to this.

It felt like a change considering what had transpired from before. As far as he is concerned, it was as if he was starting anew, a new night, and the proper debut of sorts in Tension’s own ring. It felt nice, putting the tape on in Tension’s locker room, getting himself ready. So long as this match doesn’t bring up any sort of controversy then that is all he wanted. Just a simple match, is all that he asked for. And while the only thing that stayed the same is indeed a hentai match, the woman was different. In fact, she was new here too. Just like him. That’s not to say he was going to relax, he still had a point to prove and this night was going to be his night, not going to let another newcomer take his shine. He put his sleeveless jacket on before heading out towards the gorilla position.

Pierre:

Theme:

The simple, catchy riffs of his theme played out, quite different from the eerie and dark theme of Lilith, but still quite a spectacle. Undoubtedly so as a car came out to the edge of the ramp, a Ferrari 488 GTB to be exact, the V8 engine revving up by the man inside, who just so happened to be her opponent as he came out of the supercar and climbed up on top of the ramp. With the man of the hour showing up, he stretched his arms out wide the pyro falling down like rain behind him, the lights, glitz and glamour matching his smile. Strutting down towards the ring in beat to the tune, he gave some winks to a few ladies, knowing how much they’d want to be with him. The cocky swagger carried on as she would slide inside of the ring, unlike the delicate climb of the steps, foregoing that method altogether. The Quebecois pushed up onto his feet smoothly, as he had practised many times before, getting a good reception from the crowd. Walking towards the middle of the ring, getting a good look of the woman from head to toe, and there was much to like, especially what is down below. But his gaze didn’t remain there for long as he began to unzip his jacket.

“Hehehe, I know this is going to be my night, but I’ll be sure to give you a fun night before you’re sent packing.” He opened his jacket to show off his defined upper body, cheekily gyrating his pelvis at the woman clouded in mystery. “And trust me, I got a loooooot of love to give.” A wink before the French-Canadian chucked the jacket out of the ring.

Much of the spectacle was lost on Lilith. While she could appreciate the sleek look of the supercar, it did nothing for her. One car was the same as any other really, though she understood what it was trying to convey. Wealth, power perhaps? Such things may have driven some people, but not her. She was far more interested in the man behind the wheel than what trinkets he surrounded himself in.

The razzle dazzle of his showmanship was interesting to behold, taking in more from his confident swagger than all the flashy pyro he had used during his entrance. A fine cut figure, even with his jacket she could tell he was built well, and that had her smiling already. When he began to eye her up, Lilith pushed away from the turnbuckles, holding her arms up above her head to give a slow runway spin to give him an unfiltered view of her whole body. A sample of the merchandise for the man who seemingly liked to appraise his things for their worth.

Lilith slipped her fingers through her luxurious hair, dragging back the spilling strands of chocolate to flow behind her. Pierre's bold statements hadn't phased her. In truth, she was hoping he would do just what he said. Making no secret she was oogling him, she was already enthralled by the idea of being held down by him and taken for everything she had. It made her shiver with anticipation. "Mmm~ I can't wait to see just how much of it I can take. Hopefully there will be some left for other women… I have quite the appetite."

Some things drive people more than others; Pierre isn’t one to hide that he did indeed came from wealth and had no problems flaunting it for the rest to see. Plus, he had a passion for it, something that hasn’t been known before, getting to drive a 488 into his entrance, it did put a smile on his face. No doubt that there would be haters that are going to hate but Pierre would block all of that noise. Especially while there’s this woman in the ring.

He wasn’t trying to woo and win the heart of Lilith; all of this came as natural like many things in life. The V8 supercar didn’t catch her, but his body never failed to do so, watching her expression to see how she was going to react. Wherever or not she was going to play hard to get, tease a bit, make him work for it. Even when he was doing his ogling at her, this one did not hide the fact that she was ogling him. Both liked what they see, Pierre doing his little strip show and Lilith showed off like she was on the catwalk than in the ring. She had the right package, but its nothing if you don’t know how to sell it. And damn, does she know how to sell it.

The Quebecois had a hand underneath his chin, arms folded around his chest and let his eyes wander as much as he wanted, nodding in much approval. Pierre’s words seemed not to throw her off, and she fired back with an unabashed answer. As if she was looking forward to him backing up his claims. Now he has to back it up. But in his mind, Pierre was up to the task. “Well, well. Somebody came hungry.” He grinned, placing his hands at the back of his head, giving another flex to show more of what’s on the menu. “Oh, I’m very sure there will be enough left. Plenty to whet that appetite of yours."

"Positively famished." She breathed out in a hot with tone, drifting with delicate steps towards the center of the ring. She didn't approach Pierre directly, stopping just short of him to slowly circle the man and get a closer inspection of what she had to look forward to for the evening… though when he put himself on display, she couldn't help but come closer, sliding up to press herself against his side as if the two were high school sweethearts.

She reached up to glide her hands over his bicep, purring softly as his firm muscle. She could already think of these wrapped around her in so many ways. A light tug just to test his strength. It almost appeared as though she was eating out of the palm of his hand at the moment, enthralled by every show of his immaculately curated physique.

"I hope so." She cooed softly, leaning in to give his arm the lightest of nuzzles. When the bell rang, she hadn't really changed her stand in the least, making no real move of open aggression. The brunette seemed too invested by her mini bout of inspiration to care as she reached down to place a palm over his pectorals to give him a light rub.

"Definitely ravenous." He replied, watching Lilith edging closer towards the center of the ring. Pierre could have cut the gun show short and meet with her there, just so they can get this show on the road. That is until he watched Lilith edging closer and closer till their bodies touched. Not enough that she wanted a look, she wanted to touch it. Well, who was he to deny such pleasures?

All of this was feeding his ego, watching as he let the Scottish competitor's hands glide along his body and arms. He flexed his upper body, even down to the obliques. Allowing Lilith to explore to her heart's content, he was just happy with how easy it was to simply have her eating from the palm of his hand. His bicep gave resistance to her tug. It wasn't as if Pierre wasn't doing much by standing there, his eyes wondered round on the woman, same height as he was, the smell, the soft, supple skin on his.

"So...am I going to get my turn?" He chuckled, the Quebecois knew the bell had rung buy seeing as Lilith made no attempt yet, he figured as much to ask. As they say, you have not, cause you ask not.

When he not only embraced her exploration but further accommodated it, who was she to ignore what was presented to her. What had started as a simple test of the man's muscles became her practically throwing herself to him the moment the match had begun. She had melted up against him, lowering her cheek to his shoulder and nuzzling gently. Her hands roamed freely, tracing every well defined line of his form, following each small ridge like a droplet of water with her fingertips.

Her lips lightly pressed to his collar, a small stolen kiss that she couldn't help but sneak in. She sighed, content to remain like this for awhile, fawning over every inch of his body. She. He finally spoke her, her ears perked, lifting her head just enough to peer over at his face. She smiled, mushrooming her breasts up against his chest as she leaned into him, speaking softly into his ear.

"If you want it, take it." Her heated breath would tickle at his ear before she gave him another brief nuzzle. Her arms wrapped themselves loosely around him, caressing his figure with no apparent aim other than just contact with his body. With her positioning, it could have been argued she was quite capable of doing any number of beneficial things to start the match off in her favor… but she wasn't doing anything that seemed strategically advantageous.

For the French-Canadian, this just kept getting better and better and he wished that this was his proper debut. But rather than dwelling in the past, Pierre could just focus on the present, what's happening now. A hot, Scottish babe on him and he didn't really have to try. He gave no resistance or even any objections to Lilith melting and nuzzling on him while he stood like a chiseled adonis. An arm lowered towards her back, letting his own hand run along side it. There wasn't much need to pull her close when the Scot pressed herself on him, her breasts pushing on his pecs, Pierre feeling those lips on his collar. It was a scene similar to long time couple sharing a passionate moment than actual competitors.

And just as he asked, he shall receive. It was a simple question, wondering if Lilith would not actually play ball after letting her explore his body. Instead, she was all for it, the hot breath tickling against his ear, stiffening some as her arms wrapped around him. It wasn't right, but something. It felt nice, really nice. "A believer of equality. Niiiccee." Said the Quebecois. His arms ran down her body getting a good feel of it, sensing there was something hidden underneath such sublime skin. Her attire did t cover much, showing a lot but covering enough. Was it practical? Hard to say, considering they haven't started yet.

Pierre's hands came to her butt, giving a good grope before he would hoist Lilith up a bit, just to carry the Scot up in his hands. "And take it I shall." All before he would plant his lips just around the underboob, teasing one breast before moving on to the other, landing light, butterfly kisses onto where her attire exposes her tits.

Her body shifted to accommodate, bending around his touch to accentuated her natural curvature as his hands traveled down her back. She purred softly, never one to be idle herself as she passed the time by places long wet kisses along his neck. Lilith let out a withering moan as he palmed her backside, the brunette's own fingers on his skin tensing up for a moment.

She was light in his arms, those long legs of hers wrapping themselves round Pierre's body as if the two had planned this entire encounter before the match had begun. Her thighs gave a light squeeze, enough that their presence was known, but not enough to make the pressure remotely painful. If anything, she made him have to work less to hold her up.

Her arms coiled around his head, fingers cresting just over the back of his skull to massage him buzzed scalp. She folded around him, leaning down to idly kiss the very top of his head as he laid his own lips upon her. She shuddered with excitement, letting her appreciation known with a juicy moan that dripped from her like a slow leak. The Scottish succubus arched her back, pushing out her chest to more aggressively present her breasts to him, turning his light prepped of kisses into something that would be required to be more forceful.

There wasn't much to complain when Pierre lifted Lilith up, she wasn't a heavy person by any means so this was light work for him. Even then, she did a huge favour in letting her legs squeeze a bit at his body, quickly understanding what he was going for and accomodating it. Not having to support all of her weight, he can let his hands just knead on her tight buttocks, massaging the glutes, wondering if that did get her motor running. If she liked a particular thing over the other. The Quebecois prefered to just figure the answer out himself rather than being told, but he doesn't mind either way.

The French-Canadian was going to take the chance to explore but he was going to do it his own way, something different to his counterpart. Considering how much she loved to be close, it was a win-win for the both of them. And Lilith was liking all of this. The thrust of her chest neared into smother territory, but he had much room to move his head round, a reaction from all those light kisses he planted all on her breast. The hot, juicy moan was another clear indication, encouraging the Quebecois with kisses on his buzzed scalp.

He didn't need to be told twice, his face pressing in a bit more, letting his lips press on the naked parts of her breasts, moving up from just her underboob and simply explored many parts, motorboating a little, nuzzling his face into her bosom. All just to drive the Scot wild in delight!