The undressing game: Selene Vs. Okami

Selene's way of swinging her hips backwards could be quite enticing seen from outside the ring, but the power and precision of her hip-bumps into Okami's toned (or not-so toned anymore) abs was not just for show.

Out of wind, Okami felt his legs give, having him sit down along the corner. Right where she wanted him, as the curvaceous blonde promptly engulfed his face into the soft confines of her buttcheeks.

Flustered and humiliated, Okami could feel her glutes grind and flex around his face, like giving him a lewd smothering massage as his head was helplessly lolled side to side along with the seductive swaying of her hips.

"F-Fuuuhh... d-darns... I'll get you back for this... nnghh... @_@",
Okami would grimace in dizzy anger, wobbling up to her feet.

"Rawrr..!"
Effectively provocated into an immediate reaction by her humiliating moves and teasing words, the silver haired boy would dive forward without second thoughts, aiming at wrapping his arms around Selene's thighs and tackle her down to the mats, where her ability at dodging could not help much... or that was the hope.

Seeing Okami’s lunge for her, Selene would flash the boy a confident smile before jumping just over him as he went for the tackle. She would then be sure to land down on top of him, preforming a hip drop on his back to bring him down onto the ring. If it would work, she’d take a quick second to a blow a kiss to the audience, figuring the wolfboy stunned from the move before moving on.

Reaching down, the busty blonde would grab both of Okami’s legs and pull them up to begin a Boston Crab hold. Making sure to keep it difficult on the wolfboy, she would pull back nice and tight while pressing her lovely ass down on the arch of his back. “Well Okami, are you getting me back like this? Or were you meaning to say you’d get me “on” your back?”

Okami was shocked by Selene's swift ability to literally jumping over his attack.
And that was just the first part of her move, as he was smooshed down by her hips and soon trapped into her Boston Crab.

"U-uunghh... V-very funny... 0///0",
The silver haired boy groaned in response, trying to wriggle his way out but not being in the best position to succeed as Selene painfully arched him backwards, all the while teasing him with the soft pressure of her lovely derrière.

“Aww don’t worry Okami, the joke was made with love as an intent.” Selene would tease, keeping the pressure up as she did. The busty blonde would keep the lock perfectly held, going for a minute before releasing one of his legs. “Although, there’s something else I want to give a little love to in preparation~”

The wolfboy wouldn’t have to ask what she meant, as Selene would place her now freed hand over his covered ground, giving it a small rub as she did. In the sense she was “testing the waters” for the future of their match. A future everyone present, wrestlers and audience, were more than aware was to come.

"Unffhh...a-as long s it was made with love.. f-fuuuh... o///o",
Okami would respond in the middle of futile struggles to tug himself free.
his leg felt a bit numb and weak from the lenghty stretch when Selene decided to let him go, not without feeling up his manly package, having it twitch under the loving caress of her fingers.

The young wolf shivered in delight but he tried to put the sensation apart as he stood up to resume the fight, well knowing that giving into his lust could only lead to a disgraceful defeat.

"S-Sorry but indulging in the lovable part will have to wait... until I win this match..! uungfh!" .
Up to his feet, Okami feinted his trademark "Wolf Bite", a running clothesline aimed at Selene's upper chest, but he was truly aiming at a lower target, diving in an attempt at wrapping arms around her legs and tackle her down.
His boston-crabbed leg was still a bit sore, but he hoped that would not affect his speed.

“Oh you needn’t worry Okami, I’m sure we can fit in more than a bit of lovable moments during our match as well.” Selene would further tease as the boy got up, winking playfully as she saw him move in to go after her. However as calm and skilled as ever, she would predict the feint and go for her own move to counter him.

Jumping up, she’d aim to catch his neck and one of his arms in a figure four headlock, bringing the two down onto the canvas with him on his front and her on her back. It would be a bit of a risky gamble, as attempting a move would always come with a certain level of risk. However she felt certain with his jarred speed that she’d could potentially get the lock in place.

The crowd would gasp in surprise as the busty blond fall backwards to the canvas, apparently tackled down by Okami's rugby-style maneuver.
It was the other way around though: Selene had lured Okami into her leggy trap, and there he was now, down on his front, chin pressed into the teasing warmth of Selene's crotch, her smooth legs wrapped around him like sexy womanly constrictor snakes, engulfing his head while she took control of his trapped arm.

"Nnnghff... that was a heck of a good..nghff...counter... but I..nff..will...nnghh.. o///o".
He would... nothing, except for writhing in her sexy inescapable coils, all flushed at being held prisoner in such embarrassingly intimate way.

“Thank you, it’s an older one I haven’t preformed in awhile.” Selene would admit, tightening her legs around him for a few seconds. “At first I thought I might mess it up and give you the advantage, but it seems some things are just easy to keep in muscle memories.”

The busty blonde would then continue to be on and off with her legs pressure, tightening for a few seconds before easing it for another few. She’d have a smile on her face the whole time, watching Okami struggle in her coils in an attempt to get free. But she’d be sure to keep him well trapped, and so close to her it surely threw him off more.

Okami was turning colors for more than one reason, trapped in Selene's lusty coils as she picked a hypnotic tempo of pumping and relaxing her sexy legs muscles around his neck, like a seductive lamia amorously squeezing her captured prey into submission.

"Nnghff...nnffhh... o///o".
Each sensuous constriction was rewarded by a wheezing groan from his lips, making her crotch warmer and damper as the handsome silverhair kept struggling but it would only amount to a pointles trashing around:
laid on his front and with one arm firmly squeezed in her triangle choke, Okami had no leverage to force his way out to start with, and he was getting more light-headed with each flexing of her legs around him.

“Oh my, this doesn’t seem like a very good start for you does it?” Selene would say, noting Okami’s struggles and evident weakening in her triangle choke. Quite expected, the busty blonde could easily get a point on the wolfboy now and have it serve as his downward defeat so early in. However she was aware of the limited rounds she’d have with him, and desired to play a bit more before.

“Well, we don’t want round 1 to end so easily do we? But before you go...” She would tease before grabbing his arm, moving it so that his hand got a more than nice feel of one of her breasts. “One for the road.” She’d then release him completely and move back, jumping back up to her feet and back into her ready stance.