Lilith vs Pierre Vulliard [Hentai Endurance]

It hadn't taken much to rile the Scottish Succubus. Not even a minute into the match and she had thrown herself to Pierre and was now willingly giving him whatever he wanted from her body. His roaming kisses to her breasts made her purr, occasionally and especially effective one make her grip briefly loosen as she found herself weak under this joyous rain of intimate attention.

There was only one thing she could think of that could make this better, but it remained unspoken. Her thighs tightened around his torso, not enough to construct his body but things were starting to start approaching painful hold territory whether it was the intention of not.

There was no doubt in the moment that she had become his. Lilith put up no fight to be seen, simply allowing herself to be overtaken by Pierre. Her hands slipped down from his head, holding over his shoulders, feeling every inch of his tight muscles she could get her hands on. Her back arched, hips grinding up against his body ever to lightly, helping him to manufacture her own defeat.

He had a smile on his face that not many could see, not even Lilith with his head buried between her luscious breasts. As much as she was enjoying this, so was Pierre. It all seemed easy to role her up. Too easy perhaps. He wasn't going to overthink it however, that would just ruin the mood if he starts to question things. If she was going to be lead by instinct and sheer passion then so will he. But she was more than willing in assisting him bringing about her own demise, all in just relishing such affection. Perhaps going this route probed to be very fruitful.

Looking forward into enjoying the fruits of their shared labour, he upped the ante a bit more, just as much as the pressure started to constrict a bit more. Between him stuffing his face between her breasts and her thighs, there wasn't much air able to be accommodated inside his body. Taking himself and Lilith towards the turnbuckle, not a rush but more walking up to it so that she had something to rest her back into. But also to lead for something else.

His own hips started to buck up softly, his stiffening bulge pressing up underneath as her hips grinded on him, bumping up at her crotch when she moved down, taking a bit of time to find the right rhythm. All the while her face would simply move to just one breast, but the method would still be something for her to enjoy. Letting his tongue part the window of the cleavage just a tad bit more, right where he could let his lips press on the areola and latch on it like a child to a mother's bosom.

Lilith hadn't even noticed they had moves until her back was eased against the turnbuckles, plumbing her in between the post and Pierre. While other wrestlers may have become alarmed at this prospect, she embraced it with a longing sigh. Her fingers roamed down along the back of his head, rolling over the tops of his shoulders to glide along his back and arms, just watching the feel of his tight fit body as she squirmed under his lips.

"Unngh~" The brunette let out a small breathy moan, feeling her top shift with a bit of coaxing from Pierre's tongue. Her face brushed how against her, building anticipation in her looks before she felt his lips wrap around her nipple. Her thighs gave a tight squeeze as he drew in his lips, creating a tight vacuum in which to suckle at her breast.

Her body rocked with his grinding, her plump backside occasionally being forced against the turnbuckle which allowed him to meet more resistance in his thrusts and rub the two of them together harder. She made no protests, only moaned gently with each passing bump of their nethers together. It wouldn't take long for Pierre to cause her nipples to grow stiff with excitement, ready for whatever he had in store for her next.

With her pressed up on the corner, Pierre didn't have to do too much in order to keep the Scot up, even though she was doing a favour in her thighs clamped on his waist. Although they have grown to be constricting to be painful somewhat, the reaction to his lips wrapping around her nipple didn't help matters as he let out a grunt as soon as he felt those thighs tensing harder. He shuddered at her touch, muscles tensing as her loving hands roam down to his shoulders and them his arms. The French-Canadian parted her attire, which he was surprised how it managed to stay up, his lips finding the teat and began sucking on it. Getting some titty flesh inside his mouth, up where he could get his teeth and nibble a bit. There was still the question of what would make it all better for Lilith, but it remained unspoken until he would figure it out.

His stiffened member rubbed and poked at her crotch, bumping at the rhythm of her movements, their nethers rubbed upon each other. Only the barrier of fabric would be holding them back, Lilith stuck between a rock and a hard place as it made more resistance and friction build up in his thrusts. His cock loved the attention and it wondered how good it would feel when it's impaling the succubus inside her.

His thrusts began to pick up in pace, growing more in friction, with the assistance of the turnbuckle, his hands went to work, kneading her butt, giving one good grope, but also around Lilith's unattended breasts, letting his hand sneak inside her attire and would press his palm on her nipple, all the while kneading it like dough. He did one hard squeeze, though that was merely a test, wherever or not the reaction would be good or not. All of this was trial and error and while he was getting it right so far, he had to keep it up.

Lilith writhed up against the tucklebuckles as Pierre pinned her in, having his way with her through limited resistance and her pleased moans. She let her head lull back while he tugged and suckled at her nipple. She seemed content to let him continue on the surface and user her body as his personal plaything, though that wasn't exactly the case.

Pierre was a strong lad. He looked the part and the way he had easily handled her proved it. It seemed a waste then not to put him through his laces a bit. There was so much more she wanted from him than just a make out session in the corner. She played along though, feeding off of his intensity as he thrust himself into her. She rolled her own hip in time with him, making sure she was was forceful as she could be to provide as much grinding run as she could manage.

No one thing seemed to please her more, each form of contact was another new wonder she openly embraced. As long as Pierre was rubbing or groping at her with those strong hands of his, she seemed more than happy to repay him with a shudder or a moan. It was time she become a bit more proactive though to help truly push their match into the territory she most wanted.

Her legs, which had been simply used to hold her up earlier came in towards one another, hooking her ankles as she extending them out to actually lock in a tightening body scissor hold. Her arms hugged in close around Pierre's head, heaving out her chest in his face with a wiggle to try and capture his face within her cleavage, to rob the hot breathed hunk of further oxygen.

She leaned forward to press a kiss on the top of his head with those loving lips, a small silent assurance she still had their mutual fun in mind despite the sudden change in her behavior. "Mmm~ don't stop." She whispered somewhat darkly, egging him on to keep going despite locking in a hold and a smother that were no doubt meant to weaken him.

It was as if there weren't any kind of limitations when it came to Pierre doing whatever he wished. Such willingness in letting the French-Canadian take her and have his way with her, egging him on to let loose on the Scottish Succubus. And it was as if was as if there weren't any kind of limitations when it came to Pierre doing whatever he wished. Such willingness in letting the French-Canadian take her and have his way with her, egging him on to let loose on the Scottish Succubus. And for a while, Pierre was swept in the motions of it all, the dry humping would only get them so far, but it seemed enough to drive her wild anyways so he was willing to see where this would go. If it was that easy to make her go wild in passion then perhaps an orgasm isn't as far fetched of an idea.

But they got the rhythm in check, moving in tandem to make sure they get the most of it all. And Pierre did wanted more. All of this from dry humping? The possibilities were endless and he couldn't wait to get inside her if all of this is so heavenly.

His hand gripped her breast with a more harder squeeze. She was a fine woman and it payed well to see where her limits are to it all. A shudder and moan gave him the answer and she seemed to want more out of it. Especially when it came to the thighs that are wrapped around his waist.

Before it had passed the uncomfortable mark but now they really bite against his sides, tightening into an actual scissor. Which had him let out a muffled grunt into her breast, a moment where he paused his movements. Perhaps further swept in the moment the breast that he was suckling on pressed further right into his face, the titty flesh covering his lips and his mouth as he's pulled further by Lilith's embrace. Air was something of a problem before but wasn't like this. Less oxygen was getting into his system, her thighs making it harder and harder to breathe.

There was one option he could take, since Lilith wished to play like that, perhaps he can take it further if she was that kind of girl. Before he had the turnbuckle to help him keep him up, now he had to use his wobbly legs to carry himself and Lilith to a reasonable distance away from the corner. Gathering some energy before he would turn himself and drop both of their weights down towards the canvas. It was at the risk of pushing this situation too far, but the hard squeeze with her thighs told him that she might just be the type to play rough. As expected from a woman of Tension.

She loved to see him hungry, ravenous even. The thought of him testing her apart to get what he wanted was an exciting one but ultimately something he would have to earn. While pleasure was something she often times you herself submerged in, she rarely found herself drowning within its heated confines. Her ability to work through it all and still fight it what made her exceptional at what she did.

While her opponent had worked to take her for everything she had, she had been positioning to wear him down. The gradual long game was her style so endurance matches favored her in that regard. Every tight squeeze of her quivering legs and every stolen breath she could take from Pierre now would no doubt come back to haunt him later. That was where her real fun would begin as she picked apart his bones while he was unable to fight back any longer. Just thinking about him helplessly moaning on the mat as she had her way with him had her heart pounding in her chest. What fun!

As he back slipped up along the turnbuckles she tossed a slender brow, realizing things were about to change. The second they hadn't gone straight down to the canvas to continue had been all the clue she needed to know Pierre was seeking escape. Pity. She gave up the pretense of foreplay in that moment, keeping his head locked within her cleavage to challenge his might against his ability to work without air. Her legs finally snapped fully into place, fully extending to squeeze as tightly as she could, working to cave in the man's body as if he was a tube of toothpaste to be mishandled in the morning. The difference to her offensive capabilities between their earlier fun and now was staggering, offering a true taste of just how dangerous she was.

"What's wrong?" Lilith whispered softly as Pierre took each labored step away from the corner, bringing them closer to the center of the ring. She gave a small giggle when they stopped, smiling to herself as she closed her eyes, accepting whatever he had planned for her once they arrived.

The slam hadn't been enough to jar her loose, Pierre's weight coming down on top of her had sealed the deal. One may have expected a breathless gasp or hard grunt at the crushing force of the splashed bodies across the canvas but all he got from her was another juicy moan. She embraced his power and the pain it gave her, left sprawled out beneath him as legs and arms fell away. She was grinning ecstatically with a heaving chest, ready to go again.

He was no stranger towards the idea of working for what he wanted, not having any reservations in that kind of thing as it would bear much fruit in the end for his efforts. Lilith seemed as if she wanted as much from the Quebecoise, slowly starting to amp things up further and further with every passing second, her thighs pressing into his sides, wondering was there a limit to how hard she could squeeze.

Was Pierre leading this or was it Lilith that had the reins and is controlling the match on her favour. An argument could be made for both competitors; Pierre was bringing pleasure with his dry humping and breast groping though he wasn't going as hard like Lilith, showing more power in her legs than he thought. That and the French-Canadian was somewhat slow on bringing things into the rough style of hentai, though it was when the Scottish woman gave up all pretences of foreplay and clamped down on his body. He can feel his face pushed deeper and harder into her cleavage. It was the difference between her previous play and this that stunned the French-Canadian, Lilith was just full of surprises.

That didn't mean he would linger within that hold for long; the Succubus wouldn't have much time to squeeze everything out of Pierre as he suddenly dropped himself down on Lilith. The slam itself may not do much to some fighters, but coupled with the heavier weight crashing down on him like a ton of bricks and that was enough to leave her sprawled beneath him. She didn't go down with a breathless gasp, but a hotly moan, as if she liked that. As if that is what got her engine running, Huh. Who would have thought?

Though it wasn't as if Pierre could bring her up to do it again, had they started with the knowledge he had now, Pierre would be putting his all in his slams, letting the Scottish Succubus feel every impact till she was gasping for more. Wanted nothing more than for Lilith to moan out his name, begging for more before she'd sink into her demise.

Wanted being the keyword here. The Quebecoise's opponent was down, questionable if she was feeling, vulnerable, practically begging to be torn apart, but he couldn't sink his teeth into his quarry just yet. Still feeling the effects of being air deprived and his body got the wind back in his lungs as his face lifted, still nestled between the valleys of Lilith, though they were pressing on his cheeks softly. His body needed a moment or two to adjust, the sudden sense of relief as her legs weren't biting inside his sides like she wanted to snap him in two. Not the most pleasant experience...but there were far worse things Pierre could be dealing with.

"...*gasp*...You...are something else..." He muttered though Lilith would be able to hear, not far from earshot. Pierre wasn't going to get up and expend too much energy so he'd settle for the next best thing. His legs moved over Lilith's own, just so he'd remove himself from getting crushed again, planting his hips on top of the Scot and the hardened member on her crotch. Pierre's shuffling up would consequently bring her legs up underneath, moving away from the valleys and coming up towards her face, planting a kiss onto Lilith's lips. Though it would be far from the only thing, Pierre sought to do, pressing his lips with a bit of force there.

Enveloped beneath Pierre, Lilith had remained splayed out, a delicious invitation to feast upon all she had to offer. It was clear from the heave of her chest and the steadiness of her heated breath, the slam hadn't really freed the man from her grasp entirely on its own. She had willingly uncoiled herself from him when they hit the mat and even now was staring up at him, expectantly, waiting more.

"Mmm~" She chortled as his hardened manhood pushed firmly to her body, the two fitting together so well. Her back arched, slender framed trapped beneath his still, but pressing up against him. Her own hips shifting just enough to grind her crotch to his in a slow steady motion.

When he came for her lips, she met him halfway. Her own kiss gentle, easily overpowered by his show of force. She moaned into his lips as he pressed her down onto the canvas. She made no attempt to fight it, leaving Pierre to grind her into the mat. Her hands slipped up under his arms, fingernails sinking into his skin at the shoulders to slowly drag themselves down along his back. Taking her claws along his body had no sense of maliciousness to it, they would leave no lasting scars of course, but for now it left a trail of tender flesh in their wake.

Another invitation from the Succubus that Pierre willfully accepted, the Quebecoise sought for something he could be in total control without having this blowback into his face. Moving on top, it wasn't as if he had to think about his movements or was even slow. He moved with confidence, enveloping Lilith somewhat quickly, still feeling the effects of a good squeeze from the Scot.

Seeking to finish what he had started, Pierre would start to bump and hump down his manhood down onto Lilith, receptive to Lilith's crotch grinding upon his hardened member. It wasn't as if the French-Canadian had to start from scratch; he can pick up where he left off, without the fear of being smothered by Lilith's lovely breasts. He didn't go in as hard as he wanted to, mostly because he reached back with one hand, seeing to grab the bare foot so that he could bring it down and fold her up further. He had her head over heels for him. How delightful that would be.

"Mnnnhhnnn..." Picking up the pace, his hips smacked onto the Succubus's like a jackhammer, pressing his lips down on Lilith's own, enjoying the taste as he came off as more assertive. Lilith's nails brought a bit of concern towards Pierre's mind, but for now, they didn't cause much pain, but he could feel it on his muscular back. Moaning deep into the kiss, his cock throbbed hoping Lilith would be driven insane with his works.