'Radical' Edward Sealgair vs. Saif - To Be Young

Hm. Good reflexes.

Saif had thought she would be able to catch him with that kick, thinking he would be totally off guard after her counter, but no - to her surprise, he was fast enough to avoid her follow up, scrambling out of range, if only by inches. The boy had fair instincts, better than most at his age level.

Valley was having similar thoughts. She had opened her mouth to warn Edward of the followup, and was glad to see that wasn’t necessary. But he wasn’t out of the woods, yet. ”Good job, but don’t let her psyche you out! Keep pressing!”

Saif made that a moot point a second later - if Edward wouldn’t come to her, she’d gladly close the gap. She moved in with a long stride, turned about, and shot her leg straight towards his chest with a side kick.

Having barely dodged that last kick, Edward scrambled to move back and get more room, needing to put some distance between him and the psycho beauty before him who was determined kick his lights out.

Unfortunately, Saif had the longer legs, and thus, the longer stride, able to more quickly clear the distance between them while he was still getting his footing after his leap, and despite Valley's advice, the next kick was just a little too fast, a little too close, and he had to take a split second before to check how much distance he had between him and the ropes, slowing him down just enough for her bare foot to smash hard into his stomach!

"OOF!" He gasped, getting hit right in the breadbasket, the powerful limb driving him back further...where he'd hit the ropes, now officially caught between a rock and a hard place!

Valley reached out and found herself wringing the ring apron between her fingers, wracked with nervous dread before she even realized it. It was a weird thing, looking on and seeing someone she’d trained in the ring, probably the closest thing she’d ever experience to her mother’s dread when she was in the ring for her first matches. It was a different kind of tension to being in the match herself - watching the fruit of her training in action, not sure whether it would measure up.

Edward had all the tools to win this match. Had she taught him the proper way to use them?

That remained to be seen, still up in the air as Saif kicked him into the corner. She didn’t give him any room to operate, either - no sooner had he touched the pads than she moved in after him. She leaped forward, planted her palms on the mat, and rolled towards him in an acrobatic flourish, a somersault, a rotation that ended with her forearm flying straight towards his bare chest.

Holy crap, what was with this girl!? Saif's attacks were ridiculously fast, even by Edward's own standards, and she was absolutely relenteless, each attack being immediately followed by another. Even now, with his back against the corner, Edward barely got a glimpse of Saif in motion before she lunged at him again with yet another attack!

But Edward had quick reflexes as well, and there was just enough of a gap Saif's lithe body made mid-leap, that he was able to duck his blonde head and slip around Saif's body, leaving nothing but turnbuckle for her to collide into. When she stumbled back, keeping his head low to avoid eating an elbow, Edward would grab her waist from behind and heave her body, which, like his, was rather small and light, them being roughly the same size, backwards with a surprise german suplex, a rare power move coming from the teen scotsman!

Rather than let her go however, Ed would maintain his grip, and, in an impressive display of flexibility, flip his own body backwards, coming down onto her calves and sitting on them, forcing Saif's legs to fold over her head, O'Connor Roll style, his speedo clad butt hanging over her face.

"Ha! Gotcha! Didn't see that coming, did you?" He crowed, flashing Valley a grin before moving aside Saif's sash to expose her bottoms, trailing his fingers down her strong, tense thighs before starting to rub them against her covered crotch. "So Saif, how about a bit of your own medicine?"

Edward dodged. Hm. Saif found herself surprised, irritated and impressed all at once. A rare mix, especially for her, but one she had to respect - the boy was talented. Energetic. Driven. A little naive, perhaps, but all in all he was the sort of young, vibrant man that would’ve given her quite a thrill in her past life.

Now, though? An obstacle. One she would navigate.

It would not be as simple as she had first hoped, however, as he showed some impressive reflexes, not only avoiding her attack but countering in short order - for the first time in a while, Saif found herself crying out in shock as she was lift up and brought down hard, dropped for a hard crash on the small of her back with a well-executed German Suplex. The move alone would’ve been distressing enough, but Edward followed up on it right away with a pin - and a slick pin, at that.

He wasted little time, moving her garments aside and bringing his fingers to her tight g-string. Shocked as she was, she wouldn't stifle the moan that came out, and she relaxed in his grip. ”By all means - have your way, Edward.”

Having landed his combination move, Edward snapped his heads toward Valley, flashing an excited smile her way for a brief second. He couldn't help it really. Despite how awkward and intimidating and fast Saif was, she could be caught. If she could be caught, she could be defeated, which means he absolutely could win this, despite his hentai-related issues.

It was his opponents reaction, however, that caught him off guard, as Saif...didn't struggle, didn't fight or resist...just...relaxed and told him do as he pleased with her.

That was...unexpected...and for a brief moment, young Edward blushed and paused awkwardly. In truth, this was his first sexual experience, in the ring or without, where he was actually the one on top, as he was normally made into a bottom by more domineering lovers. Even his one hentai win had his opponent basically use his body to defeat herself, rather than a legit victory by his own skill.

Despite his brief pause, his hands would return to their work, fingers rubbing at the crotch of Saif's G-String. "Well...you did say you wanted to know me..." he said, still blushing, as he used one hand to lift the cloth of her g-string, fully intending, if not stopped, to slip his fingers inside and brush them against her bare pussy itself!

Hm. This was a little weird, wasn’t it?

Valley was no expert on hentai matches, but she had watched a few of Bubbles prior to this match - purely for research, of course. She was fairly sure that, when Edward had his opponent in a position like this, where she was begging for the treatment that would get him to the halfway point of this match, that the natural thing to do was, well, oblige her.

But Edward seemed to be hesitating. Almost as if…

...hm. Had he ever been on top before?

It was a question that she hadn’t considered before, but one she really wished she had. She’d tried to make sure he was ready to handle this match from a physical standpoint, but assumed he could hold his own from the sexual. Now she wondered if that was wise.

Edward got it together soon enough, though, and began to work away, teasing her with his finger. She let out a long moan, muscles tensed, but she didn’t fight her way out of it, not yet. She held her position and reached over to her side, clawing at the canvas. ”More, stripling.” She cooed, her word coming out like a loud whisper, deep and raspy. ”Your tongue. Let me feel it.”

Valley wouldn't be off the mark at all, as Edward had very little, if any, experience being on top of anyone. It was difficult for a shy smaller guy to be on top when his partners were mainly either devious wrestlers or larger ones, or Ryo, who was a great lover, but loved being on top.

Combine this with Saif's strange attitude and complete lack of fight against Edward, even commanding him to use his tongue on her, and his hesitation and the blush on his cute young face made it all the more clear how out of his element he was in.

"R-Right...got it..." he stammered a little, pulling the enigmatic woman's g string further up her legs, tucking the limbs under his arms and shifting position so he could lean his head down between them, doing as he was told and sliding his tongue out to enter her pussy, starting to alternate between licking at her inner walls, her bare pussy lips, and nuzzling his nose against her clit!

Umar snorted.

It was loud enough that those in the ring nearby could hear it. That was perhaps the only thing Umar did to show any kind of emotion. For most of the action, Umar just watched. Umar didn’t pay any attention to anyone else around him, not the audience or even the other woman standing on the other side. Umar focused on his master and the young boy. Umar never cracked a smile, not even a slight twinge shown on his lips. But to anyone, it was clear he found something funny.

Umar never thought that he would see someone so lost when given the opportunity of being in control. To Umar, it was nonsensical. And yet Edward proved to be that one particular case. A chance to lay his disgusting, foul hands on his master and the boy is simply lost for choice. Not just lost for choice, just the simple inability to pick one. Having to be hand-held to every action, guided by one who is much better than he'll ever dream to be.

It's no wonder he simply follows behind the leader.

Umar wondered if that was the reason why his master let Edward free reign. Because she always knows how to take back control. She always does. His master had more skill with her pinky toe than Edward did with his whole body. Umar would know. Umar has experienced it first hand.

And so would Edward. If he is worthy to receive such a blessing.

Awkward. Yeah, that was the word that kept coming to Valley’s mind right now.

It shouldn’t have been that weird, she should’ve been fairly desensitized to the AFW way of life after being here for so long...but no. It was still weird watching a boy half her age go down on a woman in the middle of the ring. It would never not be. The crowd was lapping it up, but it was something she had to soldier through.

...although, she couldn’t help but notice where Edward was putting his head right now. She understood the method, didn’t object to that, but the position… ”Uh, Ed? Maybe you shouldn’t-”

”Too late.”

Saif’s smile changed from one of bliss to one of malice as she clamped her thighs around Edward’s head, catching him in a tight headscissor and crushing her neck. Her legs with lithe and lean, perfect for closing windpipes, and she pumped away on his throat with an unrelenting pressure, all while she petted his head and stroked his hair. ”Keep going.”