Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (For Dangea)

P.O.W. 2/3 Hentai Submission Match
No D.Q.

Drake decided he was going to take it easy after his past several matches, he wanted badly to take a few days off. He felt exhausted bruised and worn out, his last match with those sisters nearly broke him despite his victory. His jet black tendrils covered his face and hazel blue eyes as he decided he needed a shower. He had hoped the heat and water would help sooth his wounds and bruised bones, he was just happy nothing was broken. As Drake stepped into the men's shower room he noticed no one was around, or so he thought. This would help him in letting his guard down as he worked his way to the showers. He would begin to lift his shirt off of his stomach and chest as he felt the searing pain from fresh wounds as he finally managed to get his shirt off over his head, "Ungh...." He grunted to himself as he tossed the shirt away exposing a huge scar on his side from where he got stabbed in a fight when he was younger, not to mention several other scars all over his body from past fights that he didn't care to think about.

His muscles tensed, bulking a little, as he looked around swearing he hear someone.....after a moment of silence he shrugged it off assuming it was his own paranoia. He would eventually go to undo his belt as his put his hands on his hips kicking off his boots in a corner while pulling his pants and boxers down with one movement. He would finish off by removing his socks and grabbing his Axe shower gel stepping into showers turning on the hot water. Over a few minutes the shower would steam up making his vision limited, during this time he would submerge his body into the shower's water letting his face, hair, and the rest of his body to get wet.

Reeko dared a peek out of her little hidey-hole to see who had entered the showers. It was him! Giving herself a mental pat on the back for how patient she had been, she began to work her magic. Taking off her clothes before she was in his line of site, she left them in the shower stall she had been hiding in. She slowly strutted her way over to this beautifully toned man. Just the mere sight of Drake in the nude a few moments ago had gotten her stimulated. She had never seen a man in the AFW that had made her this hot before. Trying not to succumb to her carnal desires, she focused on her plan. She walked in behind him, staring at his sexy, scarred body. "Mind sharing the shower, hun?"

"Wai-WHA-erm...sure...." Drake's face turned deep dark crimson as he blushed turning to be stunned at the sight before him. He was in trouble here as his heart raced and chills crawled up and down his spine. Drake had always had a deep weakness for Japanese women and she was a true beauty. Her naked body captivated him and mesmerized him for a moment before shaking his head to free himself from her trance. He would politely and shyly look to the floor at her feet instead of rudely staring at her body.

He backed up nervously against the shower wall as he saw her, still looking at her feet to keep himself from looking up. He thought to himself this had to be a dream or some kind of prank or something. Suddenly it popped in the back of his mind, he wasn't home, he decided to shower in the boy's locker room which meant this was probably an attack by the women in tension to put another notch in their belt. He would bring his arms up in a defensive stance not being one to be fooled too easily as his muscles tensed to keep his guard up. As he did this he kept his focus strong struggling to clear his mind and keep his member from betraying him and stay down. This would make him blush too as he realized he was caught with his pants down literally and would try to change his footing to move his privates from her direct sight. "That's not why you are here.....the name's Drake Ishikawa and I suppose your my opponent." He would try hard to keep himself from getting side tracked, but he was struggling just to look up at her.

Reeko, who was pretending to just simply shower off while "ignoring" this sexy man meat in from of her, would periodically shoot up a shy, lost look at this now obviously aprehensive man in front of her. When she saw him tense up and get into stance, she giggled a little silently. Playing it off sweet and innocent, she would say: "Huh? Wh-What?? Oh! Th-this is the- ohhh.... I am so sorry!! I'm new here, and I forgot it was men's only!!!" She said with impeccable acting skills. "Awwww... I always mess everything up.." She would say, pretending to cry into her hands.

With any luck, her little sob story would cause Drake to come closer to comfort her.

Drake would take a few steps forward before logic hit him in the back of the head like a brick. His photographic memory reminded him of seeing the division of male and female shower rooms by their signs. If that was not enough, he remembered the urinals as he walked in, there was no way she was telling the truth, "This doesn't feel right..." Drake has been tricked, outsmarted, and lured into so many traps by the women of AFW, he was starting to grow a little more aware of his surroundings. The problem was, she already got him to step in closer, quickly he would attempt to move his way back and out of her reach so he can regain his defense and take her down.

He felt like an idiot for even falling for her tricks once, but he couldn't deny the seductive nature of this encounter, despite his politeness and shyness. All he could do now was try to escape and get past her to his clothing and buy enough time to put them on. If he didn't succeed who knows what she would do with him helpless and naked before her. Drake had heard stories of what happened to men who got captured like this, and sometimes the men were never even heard from or seen again. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life as someone's pet or kissing their ass in a figurative or literal manner. This thought was good because it was helping him build up some rage and keep him focused, he needed to do this as much as possible so he wasn't distracted by the beauty's "assets", he just had to hope he managed to get far enough away from her in time.

"Awww.. leaving so soon, cutie??? But I would just love to clean that hot body of yours in the shower! Aren't you supposed to challenge me to a match? You're not very nice, are you?"

Reeko would say to Drake. She would then proceed to reach for his shoulder while he had his back turned when he was trying to escape. She would try to get him on his back and mount him in a nude school girl pin, her wet and intoxicatingly sweet smelling mound pressed against his neck. So close to his face, he could smell it if he wished.

"Gah!" Drake yelped as she tugged on his shoulder and arm pulling him to the ground, he felt dazed as all he knew was one second he was standing and next he was being pulled to the floor. He was full of panic as she mounted him straddling his neck and chin, making him blush deep dark crimson. He couldn't look away as he bare crotch almost rested on his face, her scent making him blush more and start to think dirty thoughts. He twisted and writhed to cover his crotch with his legs and hide it from vision as he trembled shyly being forced to stare at her pussy that sat inches from his face.

"Awwww, what's the matter, hot stuff?? Can't handle me?" Reeko would say to Drake.

"Mmmmnnnn... I can't wait to make you all mine!! I'm gonna take you for a ride you'll never forget, Drakey-kun!" Reeko continued to say. She would then move forward and put her pussy in Drake's face. Effectively covering his mouth and nose with her bare sex.

"Mmph! mmphh mpph!" Drake's screams and grunts were muffled as she straddled his face. Her scent up close was intoxicating and made him even more desperate to cover his crotch with his legs, to hide her effect on him. This was bad because she was also cutting off his air supply as his face grew warm from the blushing and the struggles. He tried his best to reach for her knees trying to use his hands to force her back and away from his face so he could think clearly. It was obvious she had got him by surprise and his injuries from his past battles and the fatigue he carried wasn't helping him. He felt a need to continue anyway, not about to end up another prisoner for the women of the AFW.

"Awww.. Do you need to breathe?? Sorry, but I can't let that happen. Unless I can convince you to surrender?" Reeko said playfully. " Oh, and since you aren't very capable of talking, I'll decide the terms of this match... hmm... how about a 2 out of 3 submission match with hentai submissions allowed? Winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser? How's that sound, shower buddy?" Reeko would thrust her hips back and forth to make Drake's head nod "Yes."

"Good!" Reeko said excitedly. "Now the match is officially started! Let's get round 1 over with, shall we?"

And on that note, she would pull his head up further into her crotch, lay on her side, and clamp her thighs around his head, squeezing it like a grape while smothering him with her sweet smelling mound.