Lilith vs Pierre Vulliard [Hentai Endurance]

"Uhn… uhn… uhn…" The Scott let out small soft grunts each time Pierre pushed his body forward onto her, clapping his bulging bottoms over her covered sex. Her curvaceous form rocking up against him with each hard thrust. The Quebecoise's legs rode along the inside of her own, little by little spreading them far off to the side where they hung suspended at the mercy of gravity to dangle nearly over her head.

There seemed to be no defense against his onslaught as she had remained at his mercy. Perhaps her earlier attempts to combat him had been all she knew, a deceptively lucky rookie now subject to Pierre's superior wrestling prowess and sexual skills. He would find it easy to slip a hand up along her calf, curling his fingers around the bridge of her foot to bring one of her legs down to the point she was practically bent in half. If nothing else, it was a testament to her remarkable flexibility this was even possible without him even meeting some sort of natural resistance from her body.

The brunette moaned lewdly into their kiss as Pierre commanded their match, taking everything and leaving her nothing. Was she even trying to fight him anymore? Could she even if she had? It was unclear, the only certain thing here was the Quebecoise man was dominating this woman. It was almost pathetic how easily she fell to him with no real fight.

As if to drive that though home, her fingernails dragging across his skin became lighter. Her hands drifted to the side of his shoulders before her arms fell away to hit the mat. She seemed primed and ready for him now, laying folded up on the mat, powerless and eager to be conquered. There wasn't much more left but to finish her off.

Pierre was going with the motions, the more he was driven by pleasure. With each bump and connection that his bulge and sex met, it spurred him on all the more. There wasn’t much that the Scot could do at that point, while she did have impressive strength in those legs of hers, Pierre could still feel where they once crushed, they were rendered useless as they suspended in the air. He wasn’t going for anything delicate, as shown as he pressed his lips more into the kiss. A bit sloppy on his end, but it seemed the Succubus didn’t mind as much underneath such an onslaught from above.

His hand moved behind him, simply going in blind to locate one of the dangling legs of Lilith. Soon as his fingers caught onto the calf, the Quebecoise brought her leg further down towards her head, much better to grip along the bridge of her foot. Flexible can be added onto the list of qualities the Succubus had. Not that he could think much about that part as his thumb brushed along the sole, from the arch he came to the ball of her foot and then to the heel, the other fingers focusing on the instep. As if something in his brain triggered something as he did that, something that Lilith could pick up amidst all of this pleasure coming down on her.

The biggest sign is that his cock throbbed even more and his efforts doubled, pumping faster and faster, the nails that dragged along his back were nothing more than a fly landing on his skin. The French-Canadian heard a thump on the mats, but that wasn’t anything to be of note, not when he pumped his member more and more, harder and faster to the point where his release came.

“Nnnghhhhhh!!” Was he meant to cum himself? It didn’t matter as much, not to someone like the Quebecoise as his semen spurted out, pumping out his cum, hitting the fabric underneath and leaving a massive patch on his shorts. His muscular body seized in pleasure before becoming lax as soon as he gone through the motions and the sensations. He breathed in deeply, basking in the afterglow of it all. No doubt the Scottish Succubus was feeling the same.

Lilith had given up any semblance of fighting, instead preferring to take the simple pleasure that came from the man hunched over top of her, trying to hump her into submission. Despite her rather free beliefs when it came to sexual interaction, she couldn't recall ever being folded up so neatly like this. The position alone had her going even without his tireless thrusting to tease her along. She was ready for whatever came next, welcoming the domination with open arms as she moaned eagerly into their kiss.

His careful caress of her leg and foot hadn't gone unnoticed, though she hadn't made the connection right away it was a thing of interest. It wasn't often a lover took such care to massage her feet, this was a welcome change that found her appreciative of a gentler side to his animalistic oppression of the rest of her body.

The brunette was surprised when his body stiffened and tensed on top of her, she could feel the wetness on her thighs as his efforts slowed to a relaxed position. Had he just… he had. Hm. While she was primed and ready to be pushed over herself, they hadn't been in the most helpful position to make that a reality. Past her incredible enjoyment of him having his way with her, she remained aroused but not at the point of climax. It left her in an interesting position, one worth taking advantage of.

"Was it good?" The succubus cooed softly while shimmying beneath Pierre, moving her shoulders slightly, bringing her arms up and around to push her palms to the mat. With a hard push, she tried to straighten out her back and bring her legs forward kicking them out to try and forcibly flop the larger body off of her while he seemed to have his guard down.

Sure, he may not be some divine adonis that is the greatest at sex, but Pierre wasn't bad in any way. He still held confidence that he knows how to show a girl a good time in bed. Whilst this is perhaps the second time that he had to get sexual inside the ring, such skills that he learned from former flings and one night stands carried on to this federation. The cookie cutter, bland, vanilla way of delivering pleasure isn't going to cut it, especially with this Scot. Pierre was going to be creative, give her an experience that would leaver her wanting more. All the while satisfying his needs, wherever she likes to or not.

With the way things were going before, the Québécois was primed to rock her world without the need of penetration. Her moans and her body simply giving no resistance to his efforts goaded him to push forward into bringing Lilith in experiencing sexual rapture. The Canadian was eager. Perhaps a bit too eager. It's not just endurance and arousement that a Hentai combatant has to look out for, pacing is just as important. Shooting first isn't always the best thing. And in this case, he simply fallen off the edge of climax, diving into the pool of bliss...

...only that he didn't bring Lilith with him. Just leaving her there whilst he gets all the fun. How un-gentleman of him.

"Nnnngh..." His cock throbbed as it pumped out the white seed, smearing his trunks and leaving a mess down her thighs. He still had his hand on Lilith's foot, but all they were capable off is brushing the fingers against it, not so much pushing them down to the mat. This left them in an awkward position, Lilith couldn't really do much herself, especially with this big chad laying on top of her after an orgasm. She hadn't passed the edge of climax and was primed to take advantage of Pierre's vulnerable state. "Damn, that-" Whatever he was about to say would be interrupted and replaced with a grunt as he found herself being bucked off, flopping onto his back.

It had fully been Lilith's intention to be taken fully and completely by Pierre once he had asserted himself. There was an undeniable thrill to being dominated, once that unlike many, she enjoyed embracing while still remaining competitive. It was unfortunate then that the positioning hadn't favored a joint climax, leaving her male opponent spent and the succubus left wanting. She knew there was time to indulge, especially with her already aroused to the cusp of release, but this presented her with a fun opportunity to take control with her opponent hazy in the afterglow of orgasm.

As Pierre toppled to the mat beside her, Lilith took a moment to stretch, working a few kinks out after being folded up like an accordion. She was in no hurry, slow and methodical, taking it all in as she cooled down and pondered over their first encounter to pick out some details and reflect. The Scottish Succubus hummed thoughtfully as something came to her mind, leaning forward to sit herself up before dropping to all fours. Slowly she prowled up alongside Pierre, reaching out to drag a finger up along his body, tracing his musculature.

She came to a stop at his head, plopping herself down beside him as she spread her legs wide. Reaching out for his shoulders she tried to grab hold and pull him in towards her, nestling the back of his head against her crotch as her legs wrapped themselves around him in a figure four headlock. One calf tucked up and under his chin to hold him steady while her other leg extended out, pressing the sole of her foot against his chest as she pushed it down his body, down past his navel until her toes had reached the lip of his soiled trunks.

"Ooooo, poor little man… Not tired already, are you?" She cooed softly as she wiggled her toes, slowly snaking her foot into his trunks. She let out a soft giggle, lounging back on her side as she explored with her foot, turning it sideways to pin his manhood up against himself with the arc of her foot. Slowly she dragged her foot up and down along his shaft, working to bring him back to full attention

In his mind, it had been going so well. Pierre was on the cusp of bringing this Scot to a needed orgasm and Lilith wasn’t doing anything to stop him. At least in that position when she’s folded up, there wasn’t much she could do except take it. And as he was basking in the afterglow of orgasm himself, he would have rested easy, knowing that she managed to cum as well. This was just the start of rocking her world and Pierre still had more in mind. Only needed to take a breather, that’s all.

That is until he’d felt himself being bucked off and on his back. Looks as if his assumptions confirmed that wasn’t the case. Males were easier to orgasm, yes, but Pierre did have pride that he would last longer than most. The French-Canadian’s pride would simply be misplaced, left confused as he laid on the mat. The Quebecoise’s gameplan would need revisiting. Luckily, he was a quick thinker, able to pull something on the fly. Mutual pleasure might as well be a no go, but there were still other avenues that he could delve into. Besides, this was a battle of endurance. There were many chances to find out what works best.

But Pierre would need to spring into action first, and that wasn’t happening when he found himself being pulled into a leggy embrace. A sense of familiarity would be felt as if he had been in this position before. Granted, Lilith’s legs weren’t like tree trunks, but he had felt how powerful they were when they were around his body. The neck, however, is a much more sensitive place, just enough pressure can shut off his chances to breathe. Though unlike a typical figure four, he didn’t sense any constricting pressure as of yet, merely just enough to keep him steady. He had only realised this as soon as her sole pressed against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine and the Scottish Succubus would have felt him quiver.

“Nnngh..” Even more so once that foot made his way down the impressive musculature, flexing at the touch, breathing sharply once it found its way inside his trunks. “Ahhh…ghh! How...” Just the touch alone stirred up something, waking his member up as her foot dragged up and down along the shaft, playing with the nerves that would bring his manhood to full mast. It wasn’t long after an orgasm, but it greeted Lilith’s sole regardless like a tireless soldier saluting to its commander.

"It's easy." The succubus responded in a low sensual whisper. The ball of her foot pressed down along the length of Pierre's throbbing manhood already slicked and sticky from his orgasm moments before. She rolled her foot down over top of him, pinning his shaft against his own body as she dragged her instep up and down along his length. All the while she moaned softly, as if this was just as pleasurable for her as it would be for him, adding to the atmosphere.

Her arms reached down, brushing lightly at his shoulders, collecting his arms at the bicep to slowly pull them up over his head while her words and actions distracted him from the tarp being laid. If she went unstopped, she would grab hold of his wrists and pull his arms taut, taking away the only limbs he could use to free himself while she freely had reign over his trunks.

"Oh my… you are so tense." She curled her toes down over his scrotum, giving it a light tickle before returning to her steady grinding of her some against his manhood. "I will have to change that… you'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to just… make you cum for me, over and over?" She had a way of speaking that made the proposition of surrender sound so inviting… it helped she had her foot down his pants as well though, trying to work him towards another slow and steady climax. She seemed in no real rush, looking to savior this match they had together

“Nhh…Can’t be…that easy.” Pierre retorted, biting his lower lip once the balls of her foot pressed along the throbbing manhood. It was as if Lilith had already figured him out, the Quebecoise couldn’t rely on mystery and keeping her in the dark. Though for her to find out this quickly…Pierre ought to keep his base desires in check. Then again, it’s kind of hard for that to happen when he had come from that one match which shall not be named. The French-Canadian felt as if he was a kid that got caught stealing from the cookie jar, completely red-handed.

Now with the cat out of the bag, Pierre has to contend with the hold this succubus has on him. It didn’t quite had the mysterious force as the other woman but Lilith seemed like she knows her way of working her foot on his manhood. The way it rolled up and down, the instep stroking his shaft, the toes curling at his scrotum. She definitely knows what she is doing. The moan came after, and it wasn’t from Pierre. It was from the woman behind him. “You’re loving this…way too mu—ahhh~” His speech was cut short the moment he felt a wave of pleasure overwhelming his senses, clouding his mind for just a moment. And that moment was enough for Lilith to grab hold of his wrists and pulling them towards her. Pierre was strong enough to buck and struggle, but the pleasure he was receiving was more than he could take at the moment.

“Nnn..uhnn…And you know…how to make me…relaxed?” Pierre panted, breathing deeply as his member throbbed underneath the trunks, even more, straining the material. His hands gripped into fists as if following with how tensed his body really is. How apprehensive he truly was.

"Oh?" Lilith mused with a sultry purr, feigning ignorance. "It seems like it will be." Her taunts while playful had an underlying edge of confidence to them. It seemed justified though given how easily she had managed to turn things around after allowing him to manhandle her for the beginning of the match. The sole of her foot glided easily over him, slicked by leaking throes of passion as he crumbled with each stroke. When he would shudder or moan, she was certain to repeat the motion that made him faulted, narrowing down how best to manipulate his pleasure.

Pulling his arms up had been the nail in the coffin, robbing him of his last possible line of defense as she coolly and easily robbed him if his senses a d energy with a curl of her toes and the gentle dragging of her instep along his throbbing member. She could feel his strain, choosing to wrong a more aggressive pace with her strokes to drive him towards another climax in his moment of weakness.

"Mmm. You're so big and strong. It's going to take all my strength to defeat you…" She whispered hotly, taunting him with obvious falsehoods. She seemed to have him completely under control at this moment, doing little more than enjoying what was a rest hold for her while she worked him over. If things kept going like this, all Pierre's hard work in the beginning of the match would fast evaporate. "You'll be so relaxed after tonight… I intend to leave you spent and exhausted in this ring as I take my fill of you. You'll love every moment of it."

Pierre’s lips trembled, quivering as her sole glided over his slick manhood, letting out a bit of precum as he edges close. He tried his best not to give so many cues that could clue Lilith on what affected him more, but that was hard since all that she was doing made him falter. The Quebecoise was showing some resistance now, but unless if Lilith accidentally let go of his wrists, escape wasn’t coming any time soon. His legs kicked along the floor, twisting this way and that. Dragging both of them to the ropes seemed like a good idea…but, they feel so far. Could he actually get to them in time? Even if he attempted to, his body crumbling hard and fast that his attempts would falter soon enough.

“Good, because…I’m not…done…yet…” Pierre did his best to project confidence, only talking when his lips weren’t quivering so much. Her toes tickled on the head of his shaft. “Ahhhh…And…what about...you? Not gettin-nnngh…your…f-fill? C-c-can’t leave you…fuck…un...satisfied…right?” Maybe talking her out of her plan and giving Pierre a chance to turn the tides could do the trick. It would be a genius idea at least to stop her aggressive pace that had the instep dragging along his throbbing manhood. “Maybe l-l-let me guuuhh…go…and I…I will…I-“ The French-Canadian was getting tense, so tense that his cock flexed mightily. Yet it still gave one more throb before he would inevitably explode. White-hot cum shot out like a hose, surrendering to the object of desire as his body was wracked with sexual rapture. His trunks would get most of the mess but also Lilith’s foot that worked his member hard.

The Quebecoise was so tense during the throes of pleasure, just as tight as the Scottish Succubus said he was before. His fists clenched as he let out a mighty moan through perfect clenched teeth. Only after a moment would he relax and his body slumped underneath, his head resting on Lilith’s crotch as if it was a pillow, breathing hard. The French-Canadian wasn’t so tense now.