Rose and Thorn vs. Yuto - Lemons Into Lemonade

Thorn would give Yuto credit, he made a decent attempt get free of her hold, struggling hard as she clenched it in. It wasn’t going to work, of course - she hunkered down, clamped tight, ground into his skull with all the force and fury she could muster. But A for effort, he gave it all he had.

”Not happening, sorry.” She reached over and gave his ass a hard slap, before she threw all her weight to the side and rolled them over, swinging her legs over his body to mount his waist. Then and only then did she let go of the headlock, sitting up with her full weight pinning him to the canvas.

”There. Liking this a lot better, thanks.” She sat up and gave her hips a quick bounce to hammer him into the canvas, emphasizing the size difference. ”Now, are you an ass man or a tit guy?” She folded her arms as she looked him over. ”Guessing tits. Definitely getting a tits vibe off you. Right on?”

He tried, but trying wasn't good enough. With a build like that, Yuto could only wondered just how much strength Thorn actually used to contain his struggle. The slap drew a quiet squeal from him, and the next thing he knew was his opponent rolling him over, putting him under her. His head was released, but in exchange, Thorn was not seated atop his midsection, even bouncing on it to prevent him from struggling again, at least for the time being.

"Augh...!" the boy groaned and wheezed afterwards. "Nnghh... w-well... you're right..." he gazed away from her, a little flustered.

Yuto had a feeling of what's going to happen with a question like that. Unfortunately in this situation, he had almost no option to prevent what Thorn would do. Almost.

Not really my style, but I'm sure she'd be able to take it... hopefully it's not going to piss her off too much...

It's just a guess, but if Thorn did lean towards him for a smother, then Yuto would attempt to get up abruptly, aiming to headbutt the woman's chin or something. Just enough to daze her. Maybe he'd be able to shove her to the side and get up afterwards.

Yup, he was a boy who loved his breasts. It was a bit of  cliche, a Japanese man into tits, but those stereotypes existed for a reason. Lucky for Yuto, then, that Thorn had a prodigious pair on her chest, and she was more than willing to spread the love.

”Knew it. Get it right, more often than not.” She brought her hands to her chest and gave them a good rubbing, before she leaned forward and prepared to let her bombs drop all over his face. ”Take a nice, deep-”

Thorn actually saw the headbutt coming, and might’ve been able to stop it if she hadn’t been so stunned that he would even try it. Her instant thought was that he was just jerking up, getting too eager, but no - he was trying to knock skulls, and that hesitation allowed it to happen. His forehead cracked her clean on the nose and made her head jerk back, wide eyed all the way.

It didn’t last long, though. Only half a second before she brought her head gaze back to him, this time with mounting fury on her face. ”You little shit.”

She jumped up, a short hop off the canvas, then brought her weight crashing down on Yuto, a harder, rougher version of what she’d done a few moments ago, hammering him back into the canvas with authority. Once he was brought under control, she reached forward, clutched him by the ears, and drove her head down into his with a more vicious version of the same move he’d just used, ramming their skulls together with full force and filling the arena with the sound of coconuts colliding.

The somewhat good news was that Yuto managed to actually hit Thorn. The bad news was that it wasn't remotely enough to dislodge her off him. Now he had to deal with a furious woman who's still on top of him. He couldn't even think of what he should do in that instant.

Not that he had the time to do anything. Thorn briefly got up only to hammered his abs again with her weight, knocking even more air than before and stunned him for a good few seconds. Yuto didn't even get to squeal as the woman then rammed her head onto his, sending him crashing onto his back, blacking out for a second or so. To say he was dazed and disoriented would be an understatement.

"Well... shit... that didn't end well..." he muttered quietly while groaning in pain, barely moving on the mats.

The headbutt wasn’t exactly sunshine and roses for Thorn, but she took it better than Yuto, had a skull that was used to this kind of abuse. She straightened up and took a moment to shake her head, getting her vision clear in time to look down at her dazed opponent. ”Yeah, no shit.” She spat off to the side. ”The fuck’d you think was gonna happen, huh?”

She heard a giggle nearby and looked up to see Rose wagging a finger her way as she leaned on the ropes, tsk-tsking her with the knowing smile of hers. ”Easy.” She peered out from under the shadow of her cap. ”We have to make him last, remember?”

”Oh, he can last. Yuto’s throwing headbutts, he’s a big man.” She reached down and snatched a handful of his hair, yanking it up hard. ”That’s it, right? You want to be a big man? Okay, fine. You get the big man treatment.”

The ‘big man treatment’ as it turned out, consisted of her pulling him into another headlock, clamping it down tight as she rose to her feet and dragged him up along with her. They’d only been standing for a second before she draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled him up, holding him in the position for a vertical suplex with ease. Instead of falling back, however, she tipped forward and threw him down on his front, sending him crashing to the canvas with a thunderous gourdbuster.

Yuto had to say he was a little worried for a moment there. There's no telling what an angry woman could do, especially one that knew how to kick some ass. He groaned as Thorn picked him up by his hair and put him into another headlock. This time however, he couldn't really try to squirm as his head was still spinning from the headbutt.

He felt his body being lifted up and held upside down by Thorn afterwards. Nothing much he could do but bracing himself for another rough fall, one which ended with his front crashing onto the canvas with a loud thud. Yeah, he'd definitely take the breast smother over this. Lesson learned. Maybe.

Thorn might’ve sounded mad - and she was, kind of, but she couldn’t be too ticked off. The fault was on her. She’d misread Yuto, figured him as the regular masochist, the kind that would just sit back and take it, when in reality he needed a little more push than most. It might’ve seemed counterproductive to hammer him around like this when she wanted to gain his favor for their sidebet, but this was just the way it had to be. They would get to the pleasure soon enough, but first there had to be pain. She could do that.

She stood up after the crash and took a deep breath, savoring her carnage for a few seconds. ”See, Yuto? That headbutt was silly. I am damn near a head and a half taller than you, got you beat by at least 50 kilos, easy. The moment I got on top of you, it was over.”  

To emphasize her point, she stepped over to his side and proceeded to bring one foot down on the small of his back, then the other, standing on his back and pinning him to the floor with her full weight. Trampling sessions were a common request in her profession, so she knew just how to balance on a human body.

”You are not beating me, little man. So get that out of your head.” She twisted her heel, grinding into him. ”So, next time I offer you a breast smother, what’ll you do? Huh?” Thorn leaned forward and spoke clear, expecting an answer.

Yuto was barely moving after the slam, although he's not unconscious or anything. Taking the slam after the headbutt clearly done quite a number on him. Maybe if he's half as tough as Thorn, he could try getting up or something. That wasn't the case here. His opponent clearly taking advantage of that with what she's doing next.

A groan of discomfort made its way out of Yuto's mouth as he felt the weight of Thorn on his back, pinning him against the mats like a boulder or something. He couldn't even move if he wanted to! There was a little twitch again as she heard the initial part of Thorn's statement, but the poor boy needed a bit of time to respond as the crushing pain was making it difficult to even talk.

"I... I'll...take it, m-ma'am..."

much as she could with the taller woman’s focus being straight ahead. [color=#800000]
Thorn put a hand to her ear, making sure she could hear Yuto over the crowd. It was a little hard to make out - what with her feet compressing his organs and what not - but from the sound of things, he was getting with the program.

”Good boy!” She hopped off Yuto’s spine, giving him a moment of relief, before she took it all away by dropping down for a hard sit on the very spot that she’d been standing on. She took a moment to settle in, rubbing her rump along her back to make the most of her ‘seat’. ”Now, let’s try and slow it down again, hm?”

Thorn scooted up on Yuto’s back, reached over his shoulders, and grabbed his chin. She pulled him up, up, up until she could get knees under his shoulders and secure a nice Camel Clutch. Hardly the most fun move in the world to be in, but she didn’t put too much effort into it, didn’t make it hurt as much as she could’ve.

She did add a little something to it, though. Thorn twisted Yuto’s head around to the side, turning it as much as she could get without giving him more than mild discomfort, and leaned forward to let her breasts engulf his head, covering his mouth and nose. She wrapped her arms around him tight, kept him in place, and smothered him from there, robbing him of air, trapping him all over, imprisoning him in her flesh.

Yuto felt his face warming up as Thorn called him a good boy, although he's still hurt to actually feel embarrassed. The woman didn't give him too much of a respite either as she dropped on his back, drawing more groans of pain from him. His body jerked and flopped to the canvas and wriggled weakly afterwards as she grind her rear on him.

The boy then felt his upper half being pulled up, further and further until his back was strained. A camel clutch, which was a common move in this business, although that didn't mean he could get used to the pain it caused. Yuto squealed, but his features were then smothered by Thorn's breasts, causing him to let out a muffled, surprised yelp. He squirmed a little under the woman, but that was the only thing he could do.

"Mmmpph...!"