In the Den of the Beast: Fenrir vs Bulma Busujima

“That’s… very nice of you to say…” Fenrir mumbled wistfully as he lay beneath Bulma, his infrequent struggles little more than a fidget as she played with him. His head was hazy with pleasure, a tiny voice screaming at him to fight back and escape being lost to each stroke of his manhood and her sweet words in his ears.

“W-wait… this is a wrestling match…” He whined in weak protest, shuddered at her fingers running down the length of his shaft. He could feel himself almost about to pop, body tensed like a contracted spring ready to blow… then she let him go. He let out a sputtered gasp, not even aware he had been holding his breath until she had stopped. He huffed loudly, panting to fill his lungs again as Bulma casually began to undress him.

His member throbbed in the cool air of the room. Slicked and ready to be finished off. With the momentary break in attention came clarity, enough to sense the coming danger. When he felt fingers cradle his testicles and lips pressed against his member he immediately reacted, for self preservation rather than pleasure. With a yelp her flopped himself over on the bed and frantically clawed at the sheets trying to make a hasty retreat from the hungry cougar he had awakened in Bulma.

“This isn't how things are supposed to go! I'm not even wearing pants!” He called out in panicked protest, pointing out the obvious fact to the woman who left him in this very state. He reached out for pillows at the head of the bed, clutching the edge of the cover tightly he turned to swing it backwards, trying to beat back Bulma if she pursued him.

As far as Bulma was concerned, this was going great. She had a cute young man, easily manipulated, and now the cougar MILF was doing excatly what she came to AFW to do, feast on the hot warm dick of a sweet and very attractive young man, and if he was a gentleman, he wouldn't interrupt, as she kept him in the room for the required time limit by making himi cum until he was too exhausted to stand back up!

"Mmm...are you enjoying this Fenr-Woah1 W-wha!?"

Bulma exclaimed in shock, as her cute boy-toy suddenly had a complete *freakout* pulling himself away from her, his dick slipping out of her grasp as the nude teen had what seemed like a panic attack, protesting the turn things had taken as he scampered backwards on the bed, holding up a pillow in front of him for protection.

"Wait, what? What are you on about, get back her-"*BOOF* Bulma's protest was cut off by a heavy swing of the pillow by Fenrir smacking her in the face, making her sputter for a second and back up a step before she advanced again, once again reaching out to get a hold of his hard dick again, wanting to continue her pleasurable attack.

"I said get bac" *BOOF*

"Damnit just give me yo-' *BOOF*

After the third one, Bulma leaned back, still on the bed, just looking at Fenrir with eyes wide and glowering at him in pure frustratio-*BOOF*

...Seriously...

Quickly moving off the bed, Bulma let out a loud sigh of frustration as she looked at Fenrir, shaking her head. Fine, guess she had to deal with THIS now.

"...Uhh..Fenrir...let's try something different here...why don't you tell me what your uncomfortable with? I'm just...having trouble understanding. The rules allow for hentai tactics in this match, and since my goal is to keep you in the room, its a fair and valid tactic...am I...making you uncomfortable though?" She asked, her voice getting more gentle as she asked, the concern in her voice legitimate. Sure, she wanted to win...and DEFINITELY wanted Fenrir's dick...but she didn't like the idea that she was emotionally scarring the poor cute boy!

He had been backed into a corner, leaning up against the head of the bed as he wildly swung his only weapon, a fluffy pillow back towards his pursuer. Each cushioned thumb cut off her words as she tried to speak to him but ultimately he had obtained some small victory when she retreated entirely. He felt a small swell of pride in having managed that feet, red faced and blushing as he continued to be swole in other ways just as much. He puffed out his chest, looking down the length of the bed at Bulma as he sheepishly covered his indecency with the pillow clutched in his hand.

“No!” He blurted out, a bit more loudly than he had intended. He huffed, drawing in. A deep breath exaggeratedly through his nostrils. “You are making things way too comfortable and that's the problem! We're supposed to wrestle in a wrestling match and you are… it's… that's not normal wrestling!” Fenrir clearly was struggling putting his protests into words but it seemed whatever they were had not been from lack of interest in Bulma's advances but in how effective they were. He wanted to win after all.

“A-also, I'm naked! That doesn't seem fair either!” He sputtered that thought out loud though after saying it he seemed to be rather proud of that obvious point. He had a cute little smirk on his face with his cheeks still rosey red as if this were some sort of gotcha moment to how unequal things had suddenly become. “Just… hand my pants back and I can put you in a sleeper hold again and we'll be good…”

Bulma blinked and sighed as Fenrir explained his issues with how "comfortable" she was making things, demanding his pants back, the older woman grabbing them and holding them up in her hand.

"Fenrir, I dunno how else to say it, but this isn't exactly a normal match either. We're not even in a ring, and I'm supposed to keep you in here for a long period of time, by any means I can...and your job is to resist that...IF you can..."

She looked at his pants, a smirk forming on her face as she looked back at Fenrir.

"Alright...we can compromise. You wanna put me back in the sleeper hold? Fine, I can allow that. As for your pants back...."

She grinned wickedly then, turning and tossnig the shorts over towards the door, the pair of shorts hitting the door and sliding to the bottom.

"I don't think I will, I got those off you fair and square...but I agree that its unfair for you to fight naked...sooo..."

With a girlish giggle, and making sure she could see the no doubt shocked look on Fenrir's face, Bulma grabbed the shoulder straps of her leotard and pulled them down her body, exposing first her proud, still firm breasts, and , with some more effort, down even further, over her boots, until they were all the way down and she could kick them away, to land near the door as well with Fenrir's pants. The woman giggled again, putting her hands on her hips as she posed in front of the lucky teen, her fully nude body on display, letting Fenrir get a good look at those shapley breasts, her fit and toned stomach, and her bare, shaved, pussy, the woman blowing him a playful kiss and winking at him, before turning around, letting him get a great look at her tight ass, years of fitness work keeping her body in pristine condition.

"Well, what do you think Fenrir? Now we're both naked, so we're both even! Now...if you wanna try to put me to sleep again, you can...if you come closer anyway!"