Izzi vs. Ataru (Complete)

Izzi continued the deep soul sucking kiss, her small cute body probably feeling so heavy to Ataru.. She again humped her against his bulge, her shorts so tight that he might be able to feel the trace of her slit through it...

"Two!!"

Totally drained of his strenghts, poor Ataru felt like Izzi was pinning him down with immense force, not allowing him to even budge her.
"M..mnnn.. <3". With the sweetly evil combination of her kiss and her sensuous grinding, he was making the boy all hers.

The boy was probably not even aware of the count anymore as the ref yelled "THREE..!", his will and strenghts being absorbed thanks to Izzi's powers.
She could easily make him pass out, or burst out, having the boy at her mercy, and on the verge of both things.

Izzi groaned softly into Ataru's mouth, realizing the count of three had come and the match was over with her victorious, but keeping her lips locked onto Ataru's... Wanting to really sap all his energy and put him deep under, that would learn him for thinking he could kick out of a pin from the great and powerful Izzi! It would also teach him for being a demon hunter.

Izzi's hand slid from his wrist to instead interlock fingers with him, slowly she started to rock her hip down and forwards in a curve motion before retracing back and up... Her bike short cover crotch humping against Ataru in such a way that his bulge really got caught against her crotch and rubbed from bottom to top

Izzi's lips had the sweetest taste imaginable to poor Ataru's numb and defeated mind. The boy was all hers, and there was nothing he could do about it, only sink deeper and deeper under her spell while the cute girl had her way with him.

The crowd roared happily, loving how a kawaii-looking demoness was, matter of factly, raping the young demon-hunter, slowly yet relentlessly driving Ataru to build up a big climax, his manhood bulging more and more in her hot and tight entrapment.

The bell rang again in the background with some urgency behind it, like it might do when a wrestler decides to continue damaging their broken opponent in a hold like a boston crab or cross face... But Izzi was just cutely kissing Ataru so it seemed rather amusing that they needed to ring the bell for just that... But of course, it was no ordinary kiss...

Izzi continued to hump her hips down upon Ataru, rubbing his bulge up the right way...

Soon Izzi's cute and sexy action had Ataru completely drained of his strenghts, with the exception of his sexual energy which was pumped up onto the verge of his climax by the lovingly relentless humping of her hips.

With her lips sealed over Ataru's mouth to keep him tamed, he was a defenseless, aroused toy in her clutches, and from the shivering and moaning of her prisoner revealed that she could make him pop at any time now.

Izzi seemed to be aware that she had the demon hunter on the edge as her tiny kawaii shaped form lay on top of him in a pin cover that would have easily kept the boy down for the count of ten! She moaned into the persistant kiss, having drained all his energy and yet still keeping it on so that her pheromones went into his system. Just at the right moment, Izzi lifted and pulled back her hips, then thrusted smoothly down, rubbing her lycra covered mound right against him firmly and trying to make him topple

Ataru had been a helpless, increasingly aroused puppet in her clutches for minutes now.
With her phoeromons overtaking him, the cute demoness' hips movement was the final touch to drive him over the edge: with a spasm of his defeated body and a soft, muffled moan against her lips, he would pop, finally allowed to burst out. A large stain of his own semen appeared into his pants, as a seal of Izzi's complete victory over her male prey.

"There we go.." Izzi coed softly after she felt Ataru pop and released the kiss that had quite frankly been devastating to him in terms of this match. She stired her hips in a circular motion as he endured his orgasm, making sure that all the cum inside his shorts got spread all of... Making a mess for him and making sure that he wouldn't be able to hide it later.

After a while she sat up, still perched on his hips with her crotch and butt in contact with him as she looked down at his face.

"Seeeeee.... I told you it was gonna be like this..." She remained sat on him for a moment longer before climbing up off of him to her feet to stand victorious with her legs either side of him... Mockingly flexing her right arm for the cameras

A roaring crowd of adoring fans, and a lot of flashes saluted Izzi's victory and her dominating pose over her latest conquest.
Down at her feet, the boy had slightly opened his eyes. What Ataru could see looking up was a cute... no, beautiful petite girl standing thriumphally over him.

And, what was this sensation he was experiencing now? ...a strange sense of lack. Slowly... he realized: he was missing being a prisoner of her kiss... missing her lips!