In the Den of the Beast: Fenrir vs Bulma Busujima

Fenrir squeeeeezed, flexing his arms around Bulma as she writhed in his grasp. He kept the both of them steady, handling her weight just fine. As she kicked, he adjusted for her struggles and seemed to have a good handle on how to keep her at his mercy. After a few good squeezes, he even hiked her up a bit, locking the hold in slightly lower to work on her lower back.

It never felt good to him to hear his opponent screaming out like that but it was part of the business. He tried his best to not let it distract him, after all, she could submit if it got too bad. Still, he felt a bit guilty for not using something a bit less torturous for the woman, she seemed so nice after all. At least he wasnt thrashing her around or something. “I did say I would get you.”

Bulma had to give Fenrir credit, he DID catch her, sooner than she was expecting, and he had some strength to him for sure, as his squeezing caused her back to arch, breasts jutting out from her chest as she cried out again, pain firing through her back and ribs, her cries sounding more pained as he hoisted her up higher to focus squeezing on her lower back, her hands gripping at his jacket and shaking her head, refusing to submit, certainly not this early!

Options, options...There were ways out of this, the bearhug was known for not being the best submission hold to use unless one had a massive strength and size advantage over their opponent, something Fenri lacked, and her arms were free...she could smack him, box him in his ears with a bell clap...but that might make him squeeze tighter...

He gave another squeeze, getting another gasp from the older woman, the shake of her body causing her breasts to press against the lads chest...and gave Bulma an idea.

"Y-you did get me...but...n-now I've got you!" She exclaimed, reaching up and grabbing the back of Fenrir's head, and forcing it downwards to press his face directly between her breasts, right into her cleavage, challenging his bearhug with a breast smother hold!

Fenrir found himself imagining walking out that door after only a couple of minutes. Did they have records for these sorts of matches? Sure this would be one of the faster times? Bulma had certainly given him a bit of a fright early on, making it seem like she knew what she was doing in these sorts of things and going toe to toe with him in their tie-up. It seemed as though he had worried for nothing, she wasn't anything he couldn't handle after all. His ears perked at her voice, glancing up at her to actively listen when she talked to him.

"I... That's not how that wo-mmmph!" A shiver went up his spine as she swept her fingers through his hair, not realizing what she was doing until she pulled his face into her body. His cheeks flared red at the thought of what she was doing... He had expected it to be... harsher but. She was soft and... her curves felt nice against his face. He let out a soft muffled chuckle. Was this really the best she... He blinked. He... he couldn't breathe. He huffed out air but when he tried to draw it in he found himself inhaling part of her leotard and her... His eyes went wide as he let out a muffled cry and was that an apology?

In a panic, he reached up to grasp at Bulma's shoulders and arms, freeing her from the bearhug as he suddenly found himself trying to pull her off of him. He frantically tried to back himself away and push at her, desperately trying to put some space between them again.

Bulma let out a sigh of relief as her ploy worked, Fenrir releasing her from his bearhug as he realized just what he had gotten himself into, her booted feet landing on the carpet, the older woman able to breath easier as the painful squeezing finally stopped. Her back still hurt, as did her sides, but not enough that she couldn't stand, and the pain would fade in time.

Still, lucky though, Fenrir was at least her equal in strength it seemed, and if he had kept that hold in long enough, she would have tapped out to it. Something to watch out for later.

Fenrir bucked, trying to back away to escape her smother hold, but Bulma tightly gripped his hair and pushed his head down, keeping him stuck between her tits, trying to hold him against his struggles.

"Ah ah, don't be like that wolf-boy, don't you like being in such a nice place?" She teased, leaning her head down getting her lips near his earlobe and whispering "Would you like it better if I moved us to the bed?"

It was a silly game to play...but she enjoyed it so much!

It would have been so easy for him to just slug her right in the abdomen, and brawl to earn his freedom. He had his reasons against it and despite not knowing his aversion to certain things Bulma was taking advantage of his self-imposed handicap. Every turn of his head just found him rubbing up against her body, struggling to draw in any air as the last of his own heated breath had run out.

"Nph Hhgh!" Her whisper gave him pause, his young hormones excited at the prospect of what that meant but Fenrir himself was not sure how he should take it. He still had his head screwed on straight though, even if it was lodged in this woman’s cleavage, and knew if she was suggesting it it likely was bad for him.

Fenris reached blindly, his hands patting and searching Bulma’s body as he worked out the shame of her. When he found his thighs, he reached both hands between them, trying to cradle her crotch in the nook of his elbows. He would throw his body back, lifting with his arms at the same time to try and hurl her up over his head off of him. He hoped it worked because he had just dropped himself onto his back in the attempt.

Bulma giggled as she felt Fenrir's hands go traveling down her body, feeling her bare thighs, legs, one hand even getting a slight feel of her butt for a moment.

"That's right...go on...don't be shy..." she teased, giving her breasts a jiggle right against his face. "You can feel me up all you like before you...w-wai-WOAH!"

Her teasing was cut off however, as was revealed that Fenrir WASN'T just being a horny teen like she thought, but was actually finding leverage to use against her, and suddenly Bulma found her grip on his head broken as the teen bent his legs and lifted her body up onto his shoulders, her boobs sliding over his face as he freed himself from her hold, falling back and slamming the older woman back first onto the carpet with a samoan drop, causing her to try out and arch her back before laying flat, wincing and trying to figure out what just went wrong!

Air sweet air! He drew in deep ragged breaths as he lay sprawled out on the rug, red-faced and sweating. He was pretty sure he had been about to pass out if he stayed there any longer. As nice as it may have been, he preferred to not blackout during a match if he could help it. He twisted his body and craned his neck, looking back at where Bulma had landed, relieved she was also one of those flippy wrestlers who might have just landed on their feet. This however did present him an opportunity. Between his bear hug and the improvised toss, she might be battered enough for him to stay on the offensive even if he was recovering as well.

He turned over onto his hands and knees and crawled his way over, thankful the carpet was pretty lush and nicely cushioned on his knees at the very least. He tried to move up towards her head, reaching down to carefully lift her from the shoulders to sit her upright. His eyes lingered for a moment, hearing her voice in his head giving him permission to explore her body. He shook his head, trying to ward off the distraction and stop himself from staring. He was very mindful to keep his hands away from her chest after what just happened as if they would somehow snap on him like a venus fly trap. He would sit her up and slip behind her, attempting to wrap his arms around her neck in a snug sleeper hold. “You seem like a very nice woman but I have a door to open.”

Owie-owie-owie. Even with a surprisingly soft carpet to land on, that samoan drop had legitmately hurt the 37 year old woman, making her back arch upon landing, and her attempt to roll over and crawl up to all fours wasn't as fast as it should have been, still in the opening attempts to get up when her cute young opponent helped her up, pulling her body up into a sitting up position, and a moment later, slipping his arms tightly around her neck, the blue haired heiress gasping and clutching at Fenrir's arms as he squeezed tightly, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure of his choke begin to cut of her air, kicking her legs against the floor. "N-No! You-you can't! A nice boy like wouldn't wouldn't choke out a woman like me, it's not...polite!" She stammered out, looking for any excuse to try and convince him to let her go!

Just as the jaws of the beast had begun to close in around Bulma to seal her fate, they suddenly stopped. She was left in a tight squeeze that was more uncomfortable than it was crippling with pressure eased just enough to allow the older woman to speak freely and draw in air. Fenrir held her close, still tight with the threat of cinching in the hold completely if Bulma said or did the wrong thing.

“I mean… it's the better of the choices. You seem really nice but we’re in a match after all. I thought just a quick sleeper hold and it would be over. It's certainly more polite than the bearhug, I think. It seems kinder anyhow.” The young man hmmed thoughtfully, resting his chin on his arms just beside her head. “Maybe this match will be harder than I thought. What do you think is the best way to go about beating you?” Bless his heart, he seemed to be genuine... Though his naivety didnt make the arms around Bulma's throat ready to close in any less threatening.

W-w...wha? Wait...had...her execution been stayed? While the arms around her neck were still tight, and she was still being cut off from precious air, he had stopped, and while the threat was still present and clear, he hadn't yet closed his arms fully around her delicate neck. For all intents and purposes, he had her caught, dead to rights and could send her to sleep immediately if he wanted, but was holding off, geniunely wondering aloud if there was a "Better" way to finish her off!

It was...well it was many things. There was a degree of arrogance there, as Fenrir seemed to just ASSUME he could defeat her with ease...which, granted, he currently kinda was...but also the genuine concern and politeness was just...utterly adorable. Whatever this boys deal was, there was an earnestness and an air of naivety to him, and Bulma was pretty sure she could exploit that!

Realizing she needed to play along if she wanted to buy the time she needed to escape this hold, she spoke in hurried, half gasped words.
"I mean...there's a lot of better ways to finish me off!" She said, blushing at her own words, finding it a little ridiculous that she was going to offer suggestions for her own defeat.

"I-I mean, we're uh...On the floor! You can't leave a lady unconscious on the floor! What if its dirty and makes me sick?"

...If he actually bought any of that and it helped her in any way, then bless this boys soul. Bulma used the time she was hopefully occupying his attention with her words to adjust herself, sliding her body upwards in a move that let her sit up more, at the cost of wedging the bottom part of her leotard, when during her settling motion, she felt her firm soft butt brush up against something...stiff.

Oh. Oh riiiiiiight. Doi. Just do what she'd already been going to do.

"Y-yeah" She spoke again, and if he hadn't moved away, she'd start to swivel her hips, rubbing them back and forth against the tip of that poking bulge behind her. "There's a bed right there ya know, all big and comfy...a gentleman would pin me down and put me to sleep there, not on the floor!"

This couldn't actually work, could it? Then again...with all the hentai matches she'd seen her husband be in...it totally could.