Mistaken Identity Danni vs. Magnus (for Luffy)

He held onto her wriggling and writhing form just barely. A slight lean backwards and she would feel his hips push into her well formed rump. Magnus took a few steps forward until his toes were outside the ring. When he dropped her, finally, she'd have no choice but slide down his body and land outside the carpet ring. She'd even get a feel of his excitement as she slide across the front of his hips.

Danni let out a loud gasp and stiffened up (his back) when Magnus brushed against his shapely rear. It made the dropout all the easier as he blushed heavily, letting out some rapid little breaths as she slid down his front.

He felt his toes touch down, looking around to see himself off the rug and trying to hop lightly away from him, blushing and folding his arms over his chest. "Alright, alright you big showoff..." she mumbled, bending over forward to pop off her shoes, dainty feet just coated in her socks as she assumed he meant both as one article of clothing

He couldn't help but smile as he put the girl outside the ring. Listening to her gasp made him all the more hungry to personally remove each article of clothing. The man did have some honor though and retreated to the couch as he waited for Danni to return to the ring. Magnus sat grandly upon the couch stretching out his arms on the back of it. He waited for her to reach the center of the ring and get on her hands and knees.

Danni acted as expected, sitting down and bringing up her arms in a loose, more boxing style stance. "Ok, so you got lucky. I'm still not letting you have my pretty little lips that easy, big guy."

Magnus stood and dropped into a deep fighting stance. Raising both arms he prepared to play a defensive round with Danni rather than attempting another overpowering match. He was interested in just how many ways he could prove his ability to trump Danni. A coy hungry grin was offered at the girls suggestion of her lips. "Show me what you've got," he challenged.

Danni would bolster herself and hurl herself bodily at him, looking to slam her entire weight into his chest and push him back. If he held his ground, she'd push for a bit before looking up at him, batting his pretty eyes and suddenly kissing him on the lips to throw him off... not that he wouldn't necessarily enjoy it, though.

The collision barely rocked Magnus. Sure he couldn't move quickly once he was in this stance, but when done properly by a master it could be used to survive even the strongest of tornado winds. Magnus was far from a master in his art but the stance was more than adequate to survive little Danni. Chest to chest now, his hands went to that pleated skirt gripping it tightly into fists. While she struggled to get him out of the ring he would lift her skirt.

Then she kissed him. That was marginally unfair, not that he would complain. She would feel his body tense, stop fighting, but in this state he was only less mobile than before. "Mmmff!" He murmured into the kiss as he remembered what needed to be done.

His arms lifted upwards, attempting to pull her skirt up to her chest, and if she didn't keep her arms down he'd lift it off of her body.

Danni murred in surprise and protest as her skirt rising as they struggled, feeling his bright pink panties exposed. The bulge growing in would be hidden to all but the keenest eyes, but it was still embarassing. She'd squeal a bit and try to shove her arms down and lower the skirt quickly, trying to yank it from his hands since having it removed would be just as bad as leaving the ring. She'd still try shoving her chest and body into him, not that it would do much but maybe distract him, unless the kiss did more than she expected. At that thought, she'd try to slowly snake her tongue inside his lips...

He had fairly keen eyes, but presently they were lidded. Even if they had been open, the nearness of Danni's face would obscure the rest of the world from his senses. As she fought to keep her skirt down, his grip would shift slightly, thumbs grasping her shirt tightly, and now she'd have to make a choice: Push the skirt down and tear the shirt, or let the skirt come up and save the shirt. Physically his stance was strong, deep, partly because his feet were spread to two and a half times the width of his shoulders, so while he couldn't exactly move himself with any great speed, she'd not move him either.

Chest to chest didn't give him much pause. Her little body was warm against his but there was not much a cushion against ribcage on ribcage contact. Her tongue however, was admitted immediately. This was one form of wrestling he was actually good at. His own mouth opened, and his own began to defend its territory against the smaller invader.

Danni shivered a bit in the powerful hold, mixed arousal and frantic panic and frustration at her position. She'd try to slide her leg between his, trying to rub her silky smooth thigh against his tool to distract him and hopefully weaken his grip enough to wriggle free, but she was just trying anything she could at this point as he seemed to overpower her in all ways.