Lilith vs Pierre Vulliard [Hentai Endurance]

"Oh my… it sounds like I should be very careful, otherwise you might just turn the table on me and I'd just be done for~" the Scottish succubus' words were laced with a sense of mock worry, presenting herself even now as a diminutive and fragile woman despite having reined Pierre in completely. She let out a pleasant hum, not allowing their conversation to come in the way of the eb and flow of her soft insole along his throbbing manhood. She was having a bit of fun at his expense, purposely squeezing her figure four hold around his throat while he spoke in small bursts, just to undermine him trying to converse with her by interrupting his speaking.

"What will you do? Hmm?" Lilith whisper low and hotly as she rolled her foot over top of him, dragging her delicate toes along his slicked share and giving them a playful wiggle. It seemed as though that was just enough as his manhood began to spasm under her, a warm pulse of his passion oozing up along the sole of her foot with each of his jolts of pleasure. She pulled back hard on his arms, asserting her dominance by robbing him of movement as he succumbed to her footplay. Her calf drew his head back, nestled under his chin as she applied pressure to her choke while he was most vulnerable, making that she got the most out of him while he was defenseless and feeble. With a cool smirk she continued to rub along the length of his shaft, guiding him through another orgasm with light teases of contact while he was sensitive.

"There we go… that's a good boy. Are you feeling any better now?" A playful shifting her her hips to rock his limp body from side to side, keeping her legs clamped in the most oppressively they had been since she first applied the hold. She had slowly slipped her foot out from his trunks, trailing her toes up his navel, leaving a streak of his own fluids across his belly to catch the cool air of the arena. Lounging still, she arched her back, pushing her crotch up to force Pierre into the hold further, seemingly trying to choke him out.  She had plans, but wanted to make sure he was nice and compliant while she arranged them. "You earned a bit of rest… let me help."

"*pant* Well…there's…still a…*pant*…chance…" Pierre breathed heavily after that orgasm, his body slowly relaxing and basking in the afterglow. That might be a lot bigger than the other one, the Quebecoise couldn't tell at the moment. But he couldn't deny that it felt good. The hot, white semen drooling out from his member was proof of that. The Scot knew how to use that foot of hers, something he didn't expect, though he should have been wary of the possibility after Zulime worked him over hard. It was almost like déjà vu all over again. The only different thing is that she wasn't wearing stocking so that extra contact wasn't there. Still, Lilith probably didn't need them. Just the bare contact of her sole was enough to have him cream his pants.

And yet, he couldn't really rest, despite what Lilith says. He could barely talk, only getting a few words out after intervals of her thighs squeezing his neck. There was a conflict in her words, never as real as they seem. And the Scottish Succubus wasn't letting Pierre talk his way out of this, focused on his goal in making him cum. Her focus would yield results, and the many variations had his member oozing out his load. The manhood throbbed heavily as he succumbed to her foot play, feeling those toes along the shaft, the foot rolling on top of the man. His vision would move side to side as Lilith moved his head around playfully. As Lilith moved her foot out from his cock, it throbbed one last time, as if it missed her touch already. The French-Canadian's abs tensed as soon as he felt the liquid being trailed around it.

"Yeah…*pant*…feel…bette-urk!" His speech yet again cut off as soon as he felt the thighs tighten around his neck with oppressive force. His hands wanted to go for her legs, yet they were kept in Lilith's grasp. Without a way to escape, Pierre's legs flailed about, wanting to escape desperately. "Nrrgk… can't…rest…likethis-grrk!"

Lilith's back arched as she let out a delighted giggle, leveraging the crushing power of her legs around her prey's throat in a clear display of dominance. It would have been an easy thing to choke him out, especially as he lay so helpless beneath her, but that was the point, to let him know the difference between them now if there had been any doubts. Listening to his raspy voice, feeling his body rock with each attempt to struggle free, she shifted herself to keep his thrashing under control and leaned opposite him to rein it back in to keep them laying flat on the mat. She remained silent for a spell, taking in his gasps and grunts, waiting until he started to fade and go limp… then she loosened her legs, sliding them out from the tangled knot around his neck.

Pressing her palms to the mat she scooted herself back, allowing his head to think heavily against the canvas no longer supported by her warm lap. He would no doubt be short of breath but nothing he couldn't overcome in time. She had done quite a lot to work the fight out of him, but it was impossible to know just how well she had done for the long run. A small test was in order.

"You made quite the mess." The Scottish Succubus noted softly as she lifted one of her long slender legs, stretching it up towards the ceiling lights. Her toes and some glistening in the dazzling rays, slicked and wet with Pierre's throes of passion. She wiggled her toes, examining just how much remained after she had rubbed most of his leavings off.

"Could you be a gentleman and see to this for me?" Lilith mused quietly, slowly lowering her leg back down towards the mat, hovering it just over her opponent's face just shy by an inch or so. It was up to him to commit to serving her needs, but if she did she would happily indulge his weakness by running her smile foot over his face, grinding it down into his cheeks and pushing down over top of his nose. Like the rest of her delicate skin, her step was soft and inviting, carrying her scent even over the pungent odor of his own juices. "Clean it all for me, would you? If you do a good job, I may just reward you."

Lilith focused on the task at hand, which Pierre lacked as he tried to simply sweet talk his way out of danger. Not giving him any quarter, the Scot wrung his neck within the figure four headscissor, compressing that vulnerable part of the body. No matter just how much training one can do with one body, the neck is still a massive weak spot. Cutting off the air supply, Lilith was cruel to not give the Quebecoise any respite after an orgasm like this. All Pierre could do is struggle pathetically, as the combined struggles and the constricting pressure coming from her legs, which are very powerful for such a slender looking woman, sapped his energy away. The Succubus held firm, despite his struggles. Knowing that eventually, he was going to tire out. The journey towards unconsciousness was quicker than usual, and Pierre knew that the darkness will envelop him. A familiar feeling he’d know all too well.

That was until Lilith loosened her grip on him, her legs slithering away like a boa that just finished its meal. Pierre’s head would find rest on the cool canvas rather than the warm lap. Though that came from such a cruel way of dropping his head down onto it as she scooted away. Pierre gasped, his arms finally free for once, yet they remained at his side, splayed out in the middle of the mat with his mess covered shorts. Something Lilith pointed out, evident as it was.

"Ghhhhnnn....uhnnn..." Pierre didn’t respond, primarily focusing on getting his breathing regulated for that to work. Croaky, raspy voices seldom carry charm and charisma. He didn’t move, but his eyes caught the one leg lifted up above him, toes pointed towards the heavens, showing off to the crowd with the same pomp as a gladiator in a coliseum. Seeing it wriggling high in the air, with his honey all over it, which was sure to delight those watching who had slightly odder inclinations when it came to what was desirable.

That same foot would gently be lowered onto The French-Canadian’s head, letting it hover over his face just a few inches. Though not even that could stop some drops of his honey dripping off onto it like an over-glazed doughnut. No quips would be given to the Succubus, partly because Pierre still hasn’t recovered much, also partly due to him slightly sputtering as his own juices dripped onto his lips. "Nmmmnnpfk..." Having to taste his own spunk isn’t the greatest, yet as the Scottish Succubus showed, she could be a ruthless mistress should she not get her way.

Not overly eager to do it, Pierre did as he was told, if only to remind himself the sole that was hovering above him did look nice. In the words of Hot Chocolate, it started with a kiss, starting at the part where there was less mess covering it. The Quebecoise wasn’t sure if that would be satisfactory, but Lilith’s foot would simply plant itself all over his face, mess and all. Pierre groaned, having to get past the pungent, salty taste to push through with the ordeal. If only it didn’t have his honey all over it…

Lilith mashed the ball of her foot into Pierre's cheek, forcefully turning his head to drag and roll the sole across his face. She hadn't been concerned about asserting her dominance, it simply came as part of her small test to see just how compliant and weak her opponent had become. The results pleased as he seemed unwilling or unable to really resist her commands, fulfilling them to the best of his ability as he lay defeated before her. It was hard to imagine this had been the same man who had been eagerly bending and battering her moments before not reduced to this. The power of pleasure was something to behold, truly.

She withdrew her foot slowly, splaying her toes across his brow, dragging them up across his bristly done before they slipped away. Tucking her legs in, she leaned forward to rise in a simple graceful motion, looking over Pierre. Her smile was sweet, but the lights from above cast most of her features in shadow, save for her deep red eyes gazing down at him, hungrily. With silent delicate steps, the Scottish Succubus began to circle him until stepping over his waist to leave him between her legs. "I did promise you a reward, didn't I?"

Lowering herself down to straddle his waist, she rolled her hips up against his ramped shorts, a few all bumps of their bodies as she hummed thoughtfully. A small wiggle and another grinding thrust… she found what she wanted. With a soft sigh she eased herself back, shimmying her plump backside to nestle itself up against his deflated manhood within his trunks. She leaned back, propping her palms on the top of his knees, holding him down as her legs extended over his body. Her feet planted themselves on his chest, using her big toe to teasingly flick at his nipple. "So easy to please, I almost thought this was going to be challenging… and then…" With a giggle her clean foot drifted further up his body, following the curve of his collar and rubbing her instep along his neck as if nuzzling a lover. Going up across his cheek she dropped her sole back across his face, playing with his features with her foot.

"I do wonder how much longer you can last." Her crimson eyes drifted to the side, curiosity apparent in her voice. Her body began to sway, tensing and relaxing her backside, grinding her cheeks in Pierre's laps while she continued to prod and push her foot along his face. "Just relax and enjoy yourself… it will all be over soon when I've milked you dry, silly boy."

By no means was he enjoying it, but if it would give him some sort of reprieve, then he’d have to take the option. Many orgasms in, and he needed something, anything to help him recover. It wasn’t ideal, tasting his own mess, having to constantly block that part out of his mind if he didn’t wish to throw up. It’s never something that he enjoyed, and he wholly doubted Lilith will change her mind on this stance. Though he wouldn’t trust his deteriorating mindset to keep that promise. The Quebecoise just had to do a good enough job, just not something he’d do with a smile on his face.

Something in his mind figured Lilith wasn’t expecting him to be outstanding. Luckily she wasn’t very demanding that he’d actually swallow it like yoghurt. Perhaps just seeing Pierre not liking this treatment was enough for the Scottish Succubus to be amused. Because soon after, Lilith would use the rest of his face to wipe away the mess. Her foot mashed into his cheek before rubbing all over his forehead and scalp. At the very least, he’ll take this. It was either that, or all of it goes into his mouth—anything but that.

The act at least gave him the reward that Lilith promised. At least she’s not the type to screw him out of a deal. The French-Canadian use a hand to wipe off some of the mess off his face. Drops were still left on his lips and wiped away his brow as the man looked up at the standing Succubus. She slowly lowered down onto his waist, sitting upon his lap. In any other scenario, this would have looked good. But Lilith was going back to pleasure, something that has worked many times before in this match. A few rolls of her hips, and Lilith found the member waking up for another round. Beckoned to the call by her seductive hips, Pierre groaned, his own body beginning to stir. It is a wonder that he could still get hard. Not enough time has passed, and he found the whole ordeal needing much more effort than before. Lilith seemed to know this, which is why she brought her feet back into the picture.

Feeling them rubbing all over his chest, his own nips hardened and bending underneath their will. Pierre hissed soon as he felt those nipples being tweaked and played with. The cleaner foot moved upwards, rubbing at his neck, which made him gasp at the soothing caress. She seemed to have an excellent idea of how he worked, which didn’t bode well for the Quebecoise. At least it beats having those legs crush his neck.

It continued upwards from its ascension, finally coming up on his face ad it began to play with his facial features. Pierre kept moving his head round to get some air, his cheeks red from the exhaustion, which is convenient to hide his embarrassment right now.

[“Still trying to resist? Pah! How silly. Everyone knows you like this, no?”]

Oh, great.

[“Fuck off.”]

[“And miss this? You should know better by now. And yet here you are, still with those silly pretensions of being a challenge.”] The feminine voice would speak inside of his head. [“Just give up and do as she says. You should be thankful that she would even grace her foot on your disgusting face, dog. Just like mine~.”]

“Nnnnghhh…Vict..orie…” Pierre didn’t notice that he just called out her name out loud like that. It’s definitely not wise to call out the name of a different woman when someone is around and Pierre would be dammed that he’d have to utter her’s of all people.

Lilith had lounged back, most of her weight resting firmly upon her outstretched arms, keeping her little throne of an opponent from squirming too much so she could work her magic. The Scottish Succubus threw back her head, whipping her wild mane of chocolate tresses over her shoulder to spill over her shoulder and down her back. She had a steady grinding rhythm as she dragged her plump backside up and down Pierre's covered member, bouncing on top of him every so often to reposition and continue the assault any time his fidgeting or her efforts allowed him to slip out from under her direct pressure.

Tilting her chin down she eyed him with a wide smirk as she whined and moaned, trying to avoid her playful touch. She would lean her leg from one side or the other, brushing her instep along his neck when he moved to avoid her, curling her toes over his cheek. She would coax his head where she wanted it, enjoying this little game of mashing his features between her toes. His reactions only urged her on to continue to play with him while he proved unable or unwilling to fight back.

While other women may have taken great offense to his moaning plea for another woman, Lilith only found herself intrigued. She was a woman of desire and passion and if she was the embodiment of some other man or woman for those under her seductive spell she would lean into it. If what Pierre desired most was Victorie, then tonight for him, she was Victorie.

"Who am I to you?" Lilith inquired as she tucked one knee up, dragging her other foot. Down along his chest, then rolling her heel back over him the way it had come from, stopping to grind her heel into his nipple. "Where do we know each other from, hm?" She tilted her head as she spoke quietly, just enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd but softly enough to feel like a whisper in his distant ear, trying to pry more information from her victim's lips to indulge his fantasy.

“Nnnnhh...you shou-mhmph!” It was hard to answer when Lilith’s foot wasn’t trying to press upon his lips. Her heel would ground down his nipple after it made the trip down from his head. Pierre continued to move his head around, traces of resistance still found while the succubus sits on top of him like a lounge chair. It seems futile, but there was still a spark that didn’t want to give in so easily. It could be that, or he just didn’t want to taste more of his mess. The Quebecoise wasn’t so aware of knowing what was going on. Evident with the fact he just said the name of another woman and not Lilith.

In most cases, that was a death sentence. Pierre has been with plenty of women, and even he was mindful not to say the wrong name. The French-Canadian would be remiss if he made that mistake. While he isn’t in the right state of mind, doing so would undoubtedly bring more pain and suffering, which Lilith was keen to give.

And yet, to the surprise of everyone, the Succubus kept it going. The intrigued Lilith took the role gladly and without any hesitation. Which seemed to serve not to break the illusion that his brain was creating. [“Oh? It seems our little...fling, isn’t as well known as it should be, no?”] Victorie was amused. [“As it shouldn’t. I...I don’t want-”] Mind you, Lilith didn’t have the same hair colour as Victorie, and the mostly rhotic accent isn’t fooling anyone. But his mind was quick to fill in the gaps to make this real. [“You don’t want to remember? Nonononono...That is not what you deserve, silly man. Not while I am around.”]

The Quebecoise felt Lilith bounce on top; her tush repositioned underneath the stiff member as it continued to grind away. Her weight added to the friction, making it a compelling lap dance. Lilith’s instep curled along his neck, coaxing his head wherever she wants, Pierre unable to stop that part of the body from dominating his very being. [“Now, do educate her. It is rude to not answer to a lady, no?”] Pierre gasped along with the touch upon his neck, his lips trembling. His body is shuddering to her loving touch but fearing something unknown to Lilith. “Paris...Olympic tryouts...I should have got in...but you….”