Kazuma vs Origa; Adventuring David vs Amazonian Goliath

Continued from here

Match Type: Hentai Pinfall
Win conditions: Wrestlers must make opponent orgasm before each pin attempt until a successful pinfall occurs after an orgasm.

VS.

Kazuma was sitting on a bench in the locker room nervously, who could blame him when he was minutes away from his first ever Hentai match. Kazuma was hoping he'd be able to fly underneath the radar for a while, at least long enough for him to actually get with a girl and get his V-card punched. But instead he was going up against against a giant of a woman that he was showing around a few hours ago. The worst part of it all was that Kazuma had performed tactical suicide in order to make her feel better about the match by telling her that he was a Virgin! He may as well have given her a list of all the ways and positions he would've loved to have been forced to climax in! He had tried to scout her by watching a few of her past matches but it felt like it had gone from a scouting session to a masturbation session real quick so he stopped.

As brief as it was Kazuma did able to get some semblance of a game plan together though; at least 12% of one anyway.....Okay yes it was barely a concept but it was better than nothing at least! Overpowering her was out of the question given she had the height, weight, and strength advantage on her side, High-flying moves were off the table too as Origa could probably swat him out of the air or even worse catch him and use it against him. What Kazuma needed to do was wear her down and bring her down to his level by utilizing his speed to, hopefully, try and keep out of her reach and target her legs. It wouldn't be easy though, he had spent the day walking around with her and damn did her legs go on and on for days, she clearly had never skipped a leg day in her whole career so far. Once she was worn down enough Kazuma could maybe try going for some high altitude offense....and finally he would bring her to a climax. That last part of the plan caused a great crimson blush to appear on Kazuma's face as he thought of it.

Most of his sexual experience was from visual novels that he would occasionally play but this wasn't one of those, in a few moments he was going to be "exploring" the actual female form with his own two hands. Kazuma stood up, gave his face a couple of slaps with both of his hands and walked out of the men's locker room. Across the hall from him was the women's locker room, he knew Origa was in there as a while ago he had heard a commotion about a "Bronze Giantess" going into it. While he was nervously wracking his brains, Origa was probably inside, planning all the ways she would milk Kazuma dry. While Hentai matches seemed to be her weakness, she must have picked up a few "offensive" moves of her own, of that Kazuma was sure. Rather than stand there waiting for her to come out like an idiot Kazuma went off to the gorilla position, good thing to cause as soon as he had arrived the stage manager was about to call for him.

It was time to make the donuts, so without further to do he stepped up to the curtain and as soon as his music started to play he ran out, waving to the cheering fans who had come out this evening. He walked down the ramp, giving high-fives and thumbs up to everybody he could before sliding into the ring. As soon as he did he went over to one of the farthest ring corners and took off his mantle. Wearing it would've been like begging Origa to use it as a handle if he tried to escape and take a breather. Kazuma was all set, now all he had to do now was wait and see if "The Dark Queen" came down that ramp or if it would be "The Crushable Amazon".

Inside the opposite locker room a chocolate skinned amazon laced up the last lace of her purple wrestling boots. The rest of her outfit was in place, from the purple corset to her black wrestling shorts. To the average on looker she was the perfect specimen of power and beauty, but on the inside everything was far from perfect for the caramel giant.

This wasn’t Origa’s first hentai match and from the way that management loved to book her she doubted it would be the last. It was however her first hentai match with a man so that brought another layer of nervousness to her mind. At least she could be glad that the man she was facing was actually pretty nice and courteous enough to show her around the arena earlier. Though that only changed the match into something more awkward for her so that was another problem.

Her ears picked up the ending of Kazuma’s entrance so with a final nervous sigh Origa stood up and walked out of the locker room and made her way to the curtain as her music began to blare. She stepped into the arena to the cheers of the crowd as they saw her massive size, after taking a moment to take atmosphere all in Origa walked her way down the ramp and to the ring. When she made it to the ropes she stepped over them and made her way to her corner all the while staring at her new opponent. Her face was stoic but if Kazuma looked closely he could see the nervousness underlying her face as the ref explained the rules. You could only pin after one made their opponent, if they kicked out then they must make them cum all over again.

Origa listened as the ref announced the match while she leaned against the corner and looked ahead at Kazuma. If he was looking at her he would see her mouth out silently “Good luck.” Then the bell rang and she stepped away from the corner and made her way to the middle of the ring to meet her opponent.

When Origa's music started to play Kazuma looked up the ramp and the moment he did, his heart nearly skipped a beat. Standing at the top of it was his opponent for the night, Origa Xenia, dressed up in probably the most revealing set of ring gear he had ever seen. He knew that some women liked to "weaponize" there fabulous figures by wearing revealing clothing to distract their opponent but damn! If anyone else wore something like that Kazuma would assume that they were forcing themselves to wear it as some part of a penalty for losing a bet but somehow Origa made it work for her. He hadn't said anything about it during the tour but she had an amazing figure; wide hips, long legs, an ass you could probably bounce a coin off of, and perhaps THE most bountiful breasts he had ever seen.

Now he may have finally understood why some of her past opponents took advantage of the match the way they did. Seeing her gear on a screen is one thing but seeing it in person was a whole other level or erotic! Finally Origa began her walk down to the ring all the while staring at Kazuma. Kazuma had gotten used to her size but now that she was walking towards him as an opponent the intimidation he had felt when he met her this morning returned in spades, in fact Kazuma could've sworn she may have even grown! She may as well have been a Titan from SNK, or AOT for overseas fans, and he was one of those unnamed mob soldiers that ended up getting devoured.

Finally she walked up the steps by the ring and onto the ring apron where she stepped right over the top rope like she had during the tour earlier, Kazuma caught a very faint glimpse of the spot where her sex, covered by the thinnest wrestling shorts she could've possibly worn. Kazuma examined Origa as she leaned on the corner while the Ref explained the rules of the match to them and the audience. She seemed stoic and perhaps a bit confident but there was still a small bit of nervousness. She looked over at Kazuma and seemed to mouth out something to him; Origa either said "Good luck" or "Good fuck".....Kazuma blushed and hoped it was the former.  

Finally the bell rang and Origa made her way to the center of the ring. She was inviting him to make the first move, far be it from Kazuma to turn down an invitation from such an attractive young woman. So Kazuma gathered his courage and charged straight at Origa with his right fist held high. It may seem like a suicide charge but this was in fact a feint as his actual plan was to baseball slide through her legs, and chop the back of her left knee with his raised fist to start his plan to bring Origa down.

Origa watched as Kazuma seemed to pale slightly at her approach and while she was glad her size got her a few intimidation points she knew that all it would take was for him to take her to the ground where her advantage would be rendered useless. Knowing that Origa was able to predict that the first target that Kazuma would go for is her long tanned legs, something she knew she would need to protect.

Finally Kazuma gathered his courage and surprisingly charged headfirst at the towering giant that was Origa Xenia. Origa raised an eyebrow at this approach wondering just what in the world her smaller opponent was going for. She got her answer when instead of going through with his strike at her midsection, he instead slid in between her legs in a baseball slide. His small frame and Origa’s wrestling stance allowed him to easily slide underneath and get behind her.

Origa was too shocked at this tactic to stop Kazuma from sending a strike to the back of her knee and sending her down to one knee! However she was able to get her mind straight after this and while she was not as fast as her smaller opponent, she was fast enough as she reached her arm back and grabbed onto the front of his shirt and throwing him back in front of her where she would pick up her foot and shove him away.

Kazuma smiled as his plan had worked and he had managed to bring Origa down to her knee......for all of three seconds. Before Kazuma could follow it up however Origa's hand had shot out and grabbed his shirt which she then used to pull, or rather throw Kazuma in front of her and raised her foot up, using it to shove him away from her and back towards the corner he had come out from. Kazuma heard a ripping sound as he flew back and noticed a large bit of his shirt in Origa's hand as he slowly stood backup. Looking down, he noticed that his shirt was more or less destroyed so he took off what remained of his shirt and threw it off to the side. Revealing his relatively toned chest to both Origa and the crowd, getting a few cheers from the ladies in the crowd.

Kazuma should've known better than to think he could get away with a trick like that against Origa, but it showed him that Kazuma would need to be even more careful against this amazon. Kazuma approached Origa once more, this time in a more cautious manner. He could tell that Origa was also on her guard as her stance now had the leg that Kazuma had attacked behind her. If he continued his attack on her lower body he could either dive for her injured leg or try to sweep her front leg and throw her off balance, if he was lucky, and dollars to donuts he was, the sweep would cause her to do a front leg split......well no guts, no glory. Kazuma raised his arms, inviting Origa to lock up with him and the moment she moved in to do so he ducked underneath her and went for a leg sweep!

Origa’s counter worked and she successfully stopped Kazuma from continuing on with what whatever attack he was planning. She planted her boot against his chest and kicked him away, not realizing that she still had a hold on his shirt. She found out though when she heard a loud rip and suddenly she was holding a shard of his once whole shirt in her hand. Looking up she saw Kazuma tear away the last shred of his shirt and showed both Origa and the audience his toned body, something that brought a blush to Origa’s face as she stared a his quite toned chest for someone so small.

Shaking her head to clear away those distracting thoughts Origa refocused on Kazuma’s face, specifically his eyes. She traced his eyes down to her legs and her own eyes narrowed, he knew his only way to get an advantage was to go for her legs but she wasn’t going to let him do that without a fight. When he attempted his feint again to try and sweep her legs out into a split Origa was ready. As he dove forward she quickly shot her knee into his toned abs and grabbed his hopefully gasping body by his shoulders and threw him back into the corner. If that worked Origa would take a couple of steps back and charge forward. At the last moment she would turn and slam her back into Kazuma’s front and squash him against the corner.

HIS FEINT HAD WORKED!.....Is what Kazuma would've like to say but Origa had seen right through it and prepared a feint of her own. The moment he went for the dive Origa raised her knee and drove it into his stomach, knocking a bit of the wind out of him. Before Kazuma could even step back though Origa grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him back first into the corner again. Instead of standing around this time though, Origa charged at Kazuma, turning her body at the last possible moment and drove her back into Kazuma's body like she was a battering ram.

Kazuma was now trapped between the post and Origa's large frame. He tried to struggle and get out of it but she wasn't budging in fact the only thing the struggling did was get was some of Origa's skin rubbing against him and her hair in his face......The moment the hair got in his face a bit of a strange scent wafted off her hair, it was a pleasant smell like perfume that Kazuma definitely would've voice his approval of.....especially considering there was now a small but growing stir in his pants.  The momentary pause also made Kazuma realize that Origa's fine ass was up against his stomach, just an inch or two above his now slowly growing erection. This was bad! The match had only just started and if Origa realized the effect this position was doing to him it was probably going to end just as soon! Kazuma's mind was so preoccupied with trying to figure out what to do, that he didn't expect Origa's next move!

Origa’s back slammed into Kazuma’s like a freight train. She was tempted to step out of the corner and let the man collapse but instead she decided to press her advantage, literally. Grabbing onto the top ropes Origa would pull away slightly before slamming her back into Kazuma again. She did this a total of three times before she simply pressed herself against him and squished him against the corner.

She could feel his toned abs rub against her backside and hear him breath the shampoo that was in her hair from the shower she had earlier. These sensations brought another brighter blush to Origa’s face but instead of shying away from it she decided to try and take advantage of it. Slowly and almost cautiously she began to grind her rear against Kazuma, her back now fully pressed against his chest. “Mmmm.” She sighed and for a moment became more than a little distracted from the feeling.

When Origa started to force her back into him Kazuma thought that she was going to squeeze the life out of him before continuing her assault, and to his surprise she began a whole other kind of ass-sault as she was now rubbing her fine rear up against him! His mind was now threatening to implode on itself at her surprisingly bold move. Kazuma felt each rub against his bare naked half and after managing to get some of Origa's hair out of his face he managed to catch a small glimpse of the ass-sailant, he took a large gulp of his saliva as each slow rub began to excite him.

Then he began to hear something, it was hard to hear it over the cheering of the crowd but it sounded like Origa. It didn't sound like she was saying anything coherent, in fact it sounded more like she was........moaning?! Kazuma certainly wasn't expecting Origa to enjoy this position like this and maybe at another time and place he'd let her do it for as long as she wanted but now was neither the time or the place. He needed to get out, but what could he do?

Origa had seen through both of his feints and he wasn't in a good position to try and attack her legs. Was he seriously out of options already?!.......No, one thought came into his mind. Traditional attacks weren't working, so he would try an attack of that was more intimate in nature. Kazuma snaked his right arm underneath Origa's and with her appearing to be..... "lost in thought" at the moment he reached up and grabbed Origa's right breast and began to massage it! Kazuma knew that Origa herself was weak to "Hentai moves", but he didn't know how effective the massage of an amateur would be on her but he wasn't betting on the effectiveness itself. He was hoping that the surprise of getting her breast massaged despite being in a dominant position would be enough for Origa to pull away just enough for him to slip out of the ring and take a second to breathe. If this didn't work Kazuma would use his other free hand to do something he really hoped he would have have rather put off until later in the match.

Origa knew she should focus back on the match and get her head in the game but this was one of the few moments where she was the dominant one in a hentai match. Origa’s blush grew when her butt briefly rubbed over Kazuma’s covered crotch but her body only grew hotter as she continued. The sounds that she heard from him only seemed to encourage her to keep going who knows, maybe she can make him cum now and he’ll be too weak to kick out. The match would be over and Origa would have won. But something in the back of her mind told her that she wouldn’t be able to do that so easily, for all his size she felt that Kazuma had plenty of fight left in him.

This thought was proven correct as she was broken from her distracted reveree and felt one of his hand grope and massage her tanned breasts. She felt herself freeze at his touch and was about to dash away to escape until his fingers brushed over her nipple. “Haaan.” She sighed in pleasure as Kazuma accidentally hit just the right spots on her body. Her body sagged against his as her body focused on the pleasure it was receiving while her mind tried to fight against it. She was so busy with her inner turmoil that she only felt a tickle as his other hand traced along her hips and made its way to a far more sensitive place.