Yamato Ishii vs Riza Hawkeye: Hardstyle Hentai Match

Huh...so it was true then. Dude had it bad. Hawkeye couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle that the soldier normally didn't make, taking a moment to reflect on how absurd her chosen career was.

Then she went back to rubbing her foot against Yamatos chest, taking note of how he wasn't even trying to fight back at the moment.

"So...you like that then? Do you prefer it higher...or lower..." she asked, letting her foot slide up towards his chin, then back down his chest towards his waist, softly gracing the soles against his body, curious to see his reaction.

The giggle was a subtle touch, likely unnoticeable to most people watching. But to Yamato it made his situation, and Riza herself, all the more alluring. Strong, beautiful, dominant, and now cute too. It was a dangerous combination, especially in a woman who was using Yamato’s fetish to control him.

When her foot slid up his chest and came near his chin, practically resting over his neck, he tensed and held his breath, as if desperately trying to hold back a reaction that tried to force its way out. If Riza had looked imposing and dominant with her foot on his chest, this only intensified that feeling, and for Yamato that sight and sensation was breathtaking. Then her foot slid down his torso closer to his waist, and Yamato’s reaction to that was almost identical. Having felt the softness of her sole over his chest, he could only imagine how what she was implying would imagine…

Riza had asked whether he preferred higher or lower, and Yamato didn’t want to answer. Partly because of the embarrassment of it, and partly also because it was hard to pick. Yamato was still pretty new when it came to exploring his fetish, and hadn’t entirely worked out his preferences. Both “options,” if that’s what they were, were highly appealing. But just now he had felt a stronger reaction to one over the other, even if just barely.

“H..higher…” he reluctantly answered just barely loud enough to be heard, while blushing deeply.

Riza blinked in surprise, watching Yamato's reaction to having her foot rubbing up and down his chest, not a single attempt to stop her or fight against her, but the expression on his face, the way he held his breath as her foot moved around his body, how his eyes went wide and bulged in anticpation...it was amazing.

"Wow...you REALLY do have it bad don't you?" She asked in a teasing tone, but with a kind smile as she leaned down, removing her foot from his chest so he could focus on her. "Look, I heard about your last match, but I'm not a mean bitch like your last opponent, I'm not looking to humiliate you for your fetish kid."

She put her foot back on his chest, following his instruction and gently raising it higher, the soft sole stroking along his chest as it went higher towards his neck and face. "So, rather then us beating each other up, why don't I just let you indulge in your thing, and we'll see what fun we can have with it?"

The only reason the teasing comment didn’t make Yamato blush was that his face was already about as red as it could possibly get. When Riza took her foot off of him and spoke again, two thoughts ran through Yamato’s mind. First, he was both grateful and confused about her attitude toward his fetish. She was using it against him to win a match, but she also sounded genuine when she said she didn’t intend to humiliate him with it. And second, Yamato noticed that even though she had stepped off of him, he didn’t feel any urge to try to get back up, as if he was content to wait for Riza to step on him again rather than take advantage of the moment to try to get an upper hand in the match.

Almost as if rewarding him for his compliance, the blonde’s foot did come back onto his chest as he’d hoped, then slid higher and higher until her soft sole was practically resting over his neck. This was all still embarrassing, but something about knowing Riza’s mindset toward it made it easier for him to relax a bit.

“Yes...please…” he eventually answered meekly.

"There you go. I'm not some mean bitch, I want to win, and if this helps me win, so be it, but you are a very attractive young man, and I haven't gotten to have a good time with an attractive young man in some time..."

Riza, honestly, couldn't believe this was working. Her sexy dialogue was pretty terrible, all but stolen from porn and certain erotica novels that she would never, EVER, admit to being a fan of, but Yamato didn't seem to mind, clearly enraptured with her foot, and, hopefully, the rest of her as well. After all, she worked hard to look this good and fit, she didn't want him just focused on one thing.

She kept her bare foot on his chest, sliding it upward so it was on his neck, the arch settling above it, but not pressing down, just rubbing a bit, then working her way down his chest again, and this time, going down to his crotch, where she would start softly rubbing, just a few times, before she moved her foot back up to his neck, sliding it softly up his chest and moving it up past his neck this time, finally letting her clean and soft sole press against his cheek.

"So...go ahead...do...well, whatever it is that you like to do..." She said in a imitation sultry voice, curious about what he would do.

The fact that Yamato loved Riza’s feet was common knowledge now both to the two of them and to anyone who happened to be watching. But he did indeed find the rest of her to be wonderfully attractive as well. The pleasure Yamato felt from all of this wasn’t only from the soft, smooth feeling of Riza’s sole against him. While she stepped on him and rubbed her foot against his body, one of Yamato’s favorite aspects of the experience was being able to look up and see her beautiful body towering over him. From here he had a great view of everything, her legs, her hips, her breasts, her face, all of her beauty loomed above him. Riza’s foot, her good looks and the domination aspect all worked as a trifecta to make this so perfect for Yamato.

Riza had let her foot roam and rub all over his body, but he found himself liking it most when she put her foot on his neck. She didn’t press down enough to choke him, but just knowing that she could if she wanted to enhanced the feeling. And looking up at her while she stood over him in such a dominant position was simply amazing. He wasn’t sure this could get much better...until Riza at last rested her foot on his face, and invited him to do what he wanted with her foot.

Yamato was timid in his compliance at first, turning his head so he could kiss her sole, right in the middle of the arch. He began placing more kisses on her foot, first moving along the ball and toward her toes, and then back toward her heel. He started to lightly lick at her sole, but stopped and turned his eyes toward Riza. “Is...is this alright?” he asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t taking it too far before he continued.

Riza had to admit, this was an entirely new experience. Even compared to the relatively new experience of hentai matches, this was an entirely new thing, and it was impossible to keep the blush out of her face as he began kissing at her foot and toes, even starting to lick at her bare foot before asking her if it was alright.

"Um..." she said, leaning back a bit, face blushing bright red as she ran a hand through her hair, but nodding in response. "Y-yeah, your fine. If that's your thing and you feel good, that's what matters...in fact..." she trailed off, briefly removing her slightly dampened foot before sitting down on the mat next to his legs, putting her foot back on his fact...while reaching her hand up the legs of his shorts, so she could get a grip on his bare package in his shorts!

"Ok Yamato, keep doing what your doing...and I'll just help you feel ohh...soo...good..." She said, starting to slowly jerk him off!

Riza’s answer served as an important reminder for Yamato: she was doing him a favor tonight, and a huge one at that. He got the distinct feeling she hadn’t had her feet worshipped before now, and probably hadn’t had any particular desire for it either. Yamato was the one who had a thing for this. And even though Riza was getting an easy win for it, she had been under no obligation to indulge Yamato in his fetish.

Keeping that all in mind while Riza sat next to him and put her foot back on his face, Yamato did his best to be considerate of her while he continued to worship her foot. He was gentle, and tried to be mindful of her reactions, wanting to focus his efforts on the spots that felt best for Riza. In a way, Yamato was treating this like a variant of a foot massage, wanting to make it as pleasant for Riza as he could.

When her hand reached into his trunks, she would find he was already fully erect. Exactly how long it had been that way, he wasn’t even sure. But when Yamato felt her hand beginning to slide around his stiffened manhood, he let out a soft moan, the feeling briefly distracting him before he resumed gently kissing and licking Riza’s sole.

Riza would admit, this was absolutely the strangest thing she had ever done in the ring, no offense to Yamato. Actually, she had to give the boy credit, he was clearly trying to make this as comfortable for her as she was for him. That was...actually rather sweet really.

In truth, it didn't feel...bad or anything, what he was doing. She even started giggling a little, her feet being ticklish. The stiffness of his hard on, when she grabbed it, surprised her. Was this because of just her foot, or because of her? Either way, she had to admit, it was rather flattering.

"Well, look at you're, you're practically ready to cum already aren't you Yamato? You seem like a pretty good guy, so I hope I can make this feel good for you..." she said with a blush, stroking the underside of his erection with her fingers, pumping his shaft while the crowd cheered and catcalled them both!

If Yamato were to give an answer to the question in Riza’s head, it would have been “both.” Of course it helped a lot that she had very pretty feet and soft soles that felt amazing when pressing down or rubbing on him, and that she kept him underfoot for almost the entirety of the match. But perhaps just important was both beautiful on the outside, and seemed to be a good person as well. Even while making use of his fetish for her benefit, she had made no attempt to embarrass or humiliate him with it, even though she easily could’ve done so at any point if she wished. Instead, she was trying her best to make this enjoyable for him. Not everyone would’ve handled this situation the way she had, and Yamato was doing what he could to show his gratitude by reciprocating that effort.

The sound of her giggle was cute, but he also made mental notes to be a bit more gentle where she seemed most ticklish. Soft kisses were placed over her arch and toward the ball of her foot, followed by a few light lashes of his tongue against the same area.

All the while, Riza’s handjob was continuing to elicit small groans from Yamato. At the rate things were going, he probably would’ve eventually climaxed just from worshipping Riza’s feet. But this was speeding the process along, and with both happening at once Yamato felt himself rapidly approaching his limit. He held on for as long as he could, wanting to savor this. But soon he let out a muffled moan while his body tensed, and a feeling of pure ecstasy coursed through him as he came, his orgasm spurting up and falling over his waist and midsection, before the rest ran down the length of his stiffened shaft.

A part of Yamato told him he should feel embarrassed right now. But laying there underneath Riza’s foot while he came down from his blissful high, he could only smile. He felt like he was in heaven right now.