A Siren's Domain (For Scourger)

It wasn't a secret that Daichi was very much a musical person, call it a talent or an intelligence he's developed with time from growing up. For these reasons he was good at interpreting people even if he was bad at understanding them, if that makes sense. He could tell when a thing he's said is taken in a good or a wrong way depending on the tones of the voices or their groans/moans, something he had to develop with speed to see if someone would begin to torment him as a lad or if he could play the cute card on them to get his way. A skill that he almost never was able to use fully thanks to his lack of malice.

But here, boy was he abusing that to see which lick, which bite or which hickey had a bigger effect on Adama~ He had found that it amused him to mess with his poor girlfriend in new ways for the two of them. He obviously wasn't going to nibble her neck or spank her round posterior in front of her Ojisan or when they were in class or in public. There was a certain level of respect that a gentleman should always hold for a woman at all times, was what he was raised to stand for. But in situations like the ones here? He quite literally, went for her yugular.

*S L U R P  S L U R P*

As said before, he took the unusual opportunity that came to him for a playful revenge on the Siren for having milked him in front of the whole class. And he also took it upon him to use the experience AFW had taught him in the lewder type of combat to show that he still had the pants in the relationship even if he somehow rocked those skirts~ Poor Adama found herself on the receiving end of a tongue assault to her bountiful breasts to which Daichi always took care of like the sacred treasures they were, but for the special occasion he would ravish with the lust and thirst that she had caused on him with her smother and nectar. Didn't took much after that for her to make a very... Interesting sound resembling that of a cow almost at the same time as the milk inside of her bosom squirted and stained Daichi's muzzle, as he did his best to take in all of her load, swallowing it and then liking the remnants off with his small tongue, like a hamster taking on the last drops of water from his drinker.

"Mmmmmh~" Quite content with himself, the petite male would stay there for a few seconds, panting heavily at Adama's breasts, caressing the girl's back while she seemed to be quite out of breath herself there~ This was a perfect position for both of them to stay for the night, but the fact that this was a spar didn't leave his mind and he still wanted that win. But unluckily for the femboy, Adama was just as much of a fighter as he was, and she used those smooth legs of hers to keep him entrapped there with his face squished against her vengeful tits. Only then he realized that it was becoming a wee bit hard to breath...

"Mmmrnmssms? MM'cmmmn't mmmrmm mmmk mmms...!" (Princess? I can't breath like this...!) He tried to say to her in a bit of a futile attempt to plead for the mercy of his momentary enemy there.With his respiratory system in jeopardy, the pretty boy began to try and push at her shoulders with care as to not be brutish, when that failed his hands began to run her whole back as he tried to roll for what little good it did to him, the caressing slowly turning into little taps to her rear and legs to show submission... Only his little puppy eyes would be able to peek from his boob prison trying to bargain for his release, starting to realize that he just bit off more than he could chew~

Truth be told, Daichi wasn't the bravest, that he knew too well, running from bullies, acting friendly with even the people who was mean to him or even moving slowly in his day-to -day life as to not crash anyone. He didn't liked conflict is all. Adama actually was one of the main reasons (if not the main even) that he's recently started growing a bit of a spine, like for example correcting the barista when they spelled his name wrong (babysteps). That being said, that spine wouldn't allow him to actually try to throw Adama off of him with real strength because he thought it'd be rude. Fortunately for him, she seemed to get the memo.

"Aaaah-! Thank god, thought that was the end..." He gasped when the Siren released his head from his milky prison, not the worst prison there was of course. But still he wasn't to keen to going to sleep like that. Also, his little buddy down there was starting to move happily and Daichi really didn't wanted to embarrass himself further by having it grinding against Adama's thigh and causing an... Accident.

But much to what he was about to find out, this was far from "the end" as he put it. While still catching his breath, Daichi was pushed down to the mat by Adama, and even before his confused boob-smothered brain could think of defending himself. The femboy would find himself in an Armbar, and a pretty tight one at that.

"痛い! Mmmphh-!" His small groan of pain was shut when a pair of cute feet he knew all to well rested on top of his unprotected face, which only served to stretch his neck and shoulder while his arm was being trapped by the soft vices of Adama's bosom. Daichi tried to do something but her soles rested on his face and that only made it all that harder to breath, see and act. "Mmmmmh...!" He tried to say something, but his mouth was sealed tight by the toes of the Siren, he may as well be a lost sailor about to be dragged to the depths of the ocean now!

Daichi had learned from the months he's been dating Adama that the Israeli girl was deep down a gentle soul, from the way she walked, to how she talked to others. Even her way of fighting, she was never an attacker at heart, she was at her strongest when one would come at her with the intention of defeating her. That was his mistake, or rather, his two mistakes. Thinking that he could defeat her so easily, and forgetting that above that warm and kind girl was a hardened fighter.

He may have been born with herculean strength, but Adama's hard life pushed her to become a master in her own right at bending and dominating opponents. And even if he won their first bout, now that she was bending his arm in the equally pleasurable and agonizing pressure of her tittied-armbar while also rubbing his cute face with the soles he so lovingly massaged on a regular basis, it was clear that the brunette boy still had a long way ahead before he could call himself a warrior just like her.

"Mmmmh-A-A kiss-mmph-?" He said, his words partially muffled by the feet she kept running all over his lips, definitely not helping decrease the hardened state beneath his briefs. She did say that it wouldn't count for a tap out, and it wasn't like it was the first time he would kiss her there to show his worship of her~ Although it definitely would be the first time he did that in such an... demeaning manner. Still, this was his girlfriend, he didn't had a reason to doubt her word, nor any pride to keep to himself with her. And his arm, no matter how comfortable it may be in her pillows, was definitely beginning to cramp there.

"Okay! Okay! Princess" He said, almost dragging those last words as his lips began to pucker and suck on the flawless soles, moving his head to also run them all over her insteps and balls of the Siren's feet, his face began to redden even more so now, as his eyes dilated, he was grateful that no one was here to witness this. May be even more shameful than the accident he had during class back then... Why did this show of his powerlessness made his heart beat faster? It wouldn't last long for the femboy to discover his inner sub though, true to her word, Adama released his arm, and without his notice, she began to prepare something else:

"Oh dear... You definitely got me the-Ngh!" Before Daichi could even begin to count his lucky stars there. Adama already got vertical on top of him, not even slouching for a second as she closed her smooth, yet powerful and toned thighs around his neck, trapping his chestnut-haired head in a reverse headscissors, forcing him to a close viewing of her heart-shaped rear-end that almost immediately made his erection grow enough that she may very well get poked in the face by it saying hi. Meanwhile, her beloved boy-toy would get both of his hands on her thighs, running them her curves from hips to waist as the fact that he was trapped once again in an inescapable hold sinked in.

"Ghhh! Why you...!" Sure enough, she trapped him good there. His cheeks squished by the Albino's beautiful legs as his face began to grow a shade more purple than red, even if it started to be a tie between losing his oxygen and actually feeling embarrassed. This time not even moving his head would do him any good, what little he could move wouldn't change that now he was face to face with the girl's white-panties clad booty that clenched on her attempt to strangle the defenseless lad, his nose even graced one of her cheeks once he moved, so not a thing he could do, didn't wanted to lose more breath by making this a smother on top of it all. But seeing that perky backside did gave him an idea. Not one for his escape mind you, but he may as well now that the chance stood for him.

"When I see a butt, you know what I do Princess? Boopbiddyboop!" Daichi said with a heavy voice thanks to the Headscissor, and with his free hands he would began to... Play bongos with Adama's cheeks. Why? You ask? Just for fun really. And because there still was a chance that would make her get off. He certainly knew that giving his girlfriend the occasional spank in private would fluster her immensely, so this may get her to release him, or convince her to break his neck. Whichever it was, it would change his situation for sure!

Daichi was a good boi, believe it or not he is a hardworker and someone who really tries to be nice to anyone he meets. But he's got his moments of being snarky, sassy and even sometimes annoying to everyone around him, like Adama has learned in her months of being in a relationship with him: Case in point, occasionally giving her round derriere a grope or a spank just to see the pale skin of her face turn bright red all the while laughing like a gremlin. And just now making some music using his hands and the girl's butt was the most recent example, and by the sounds of her squeaks it sounded like he did manage to throw her out of focus~

"Bippityboop! Don't blame me if you put it in my face to go Boop!"

Famous last words indeed, not too long ago she brought up the expression of "clapping her cheeks" which she heard when he told it to her in a mocking manner when he beat her in Soulcalibur V, to which he actually explained her much to both of their embarrassment. This match was indeed plagued with innuendos and steamy moments, but the couple of teenagers both were happy to wait patiently for the appropriate moment where they could "Clap them" which probably showed how mature the two of them really where... (And besides, he did promise to her that: "The day we do, I'll make sure you won't even recall your own name the next morning~")

Back to the present, Daichi kept making a banger with Adama's posterior, which giggled to show the softness of it, and boy did that only invited him to keep going~ At least he would have until she began to shake it alongside his head in a semi-hypnotic rhythm~ The femboy probably thought at that moment that she was about to change positions and maybe give him the opportunity to regain his highground. But much to his surprise and (mis)fortune, he was treated to a small reminder of what Link probably felt in Majora's Mask when the moon came down to squash him~ To which all he could do at the moment was say: "Eh?" With a rather concerned face.

Face which would then pass to disappear as Adama seated herself on Daichi's head, as Daichi's world became darkness. He's felt up that booty up real good before~ He knew the texture and bounciness it had while also being firm enough that he could actually bounce coins off of it (Yes, he tried it) but this was the first time she gave him such a close and personal moment with it~ Perhaps they wouldn't be "Clapping Cheeks" anytime soon, but the albino fighter seemed to be perfectly fine with the idea of clapping her own cheeks against the cheeks of his pretty face~ "Mmmh! Mmhm! Mmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmh!" (Okay! Okay! Lesson learned! I'm sorryyyyyy!) His words would mumble and vibrate against the thick, flawless flesh of Adama while Daichi ran his hands on the contours of her waist, hips and thighs, which he thoroughly made ripple with his taps off surrender. But for whatever reason, the Siren decided that surrender was out of the table as she proceeded to keep riding his head~ Meanwhile the poor boy would get his sweet desserts, buns to be precise as the weight of his girlfriend would pin his head in place while the rest of his body would move and spasm like crazy, specially a certain extra-leg that began to get to max hardness because of the experience~

The idea of winning this match was pretty much out the window at this point, a fun fact of Daichi; he may have been blessed (or cursed) with monstrous strength to the point he's really never actually had the need to use all of it, yeeting other fighters was childsplay for him, even the bigger ones, so throwing Adama out of her new throne should have been easy right? Well... His body needs a lot of oxygen to function thanks to it being necessary for his muscles to gather the power they were usually able to deliver. Oxygen which had been denied to him for the hefty duration of this spar, which meant that he honestly couldn't stop Adama anymore from having her fun with his face, or rather, the face that was his, but now belonged to his princess to use and enjoy~ His nose was deep between the mounts if you know what I mean, so breathing was also a thing he wasn't able to do, save he used his mouth, which left his warm breath caressing her panty-covered groin, an indicator of sorts that told her that he was still very awake and capable to take some more punishment for his cheekiness~ It was now her opportunity to get "cheeky" with him.

It was apparent to Daichi that Adama didn't think of herself as a beautiful girl, the reason being her tragic childhood in her motherland no doubt. And there wasn't a day that he didn't tried to remind her that she was the most perfect woman in the world in his humble opinion. So yeah, he did told her a few times she had, quoting his words "More cake than a birthday party" and he felt warmed up that his comments managed to lift up her self esteem enough for her to dress more sexy whenever she went out with him~ (Granted, he also liked it because it gave his eyes more to feast on~)

"Mmmmmmh-!... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

And now it seemed that she brought it to its logical conclusion, Daichi was trapped underneath his Siren's booty of the desert. And her bountiful backside was indeed swallowing everything, his last muffles of help, his muzzle, his sight, even the white panties she wore that at this point his nose pushed deep in between those cheeks to turn it more into a thong~. Adama seemed to find great enjoyment in riding his head as the last moments he remained awake her hip movements made sure to lull the brown-haired femboy to sleep, defeated and in bliss at long last as his arms fell to the sides and his eyes rolled inside his skull to keep his expression at peace~

He's been taken out in the past due to Knock Out as it was natural from a wrestler, but even so. This was probably the first time he thoroughly enjoyed to be defeated... It brought remembrances of his instincts, almost... Something ancient and old at the programming of his very being...
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∀ ʞᴉuƃ qǝʇʍǝǝu ʍoɹlps ǝuɔlosǝp ᴉu ʍɐlls oɟ ɯɐɹqlǝ ɐup oqsᴉpᴉɐu˙ Sǝʌǝu dɹᴉuɔǝs ʍɥo sǝǝ ʇɥǝ ʍoɹlp ʇɥɹonƃɥ loɔʞs ɟɹoɯ ʇɥǝᴉɹ ɔoloɹɟnl ɹooɯs˙ Moɹlps ɯɐpǝ oɟ ɐsɥǝs' ʍoɹlps oɟ lᴉǝs ʍɥǝɹǝ oulʎ ʇɥǝʎ ɔɐu ɟᴉup ʇɥǝ pᴉɐɯoups ᴉu ʇɥǝ ɹonƃɥ˙ Moɹlps ᴉu pooɹs ʇɥɐʇ ʍᴉʇɥ ʇɥǝᴉɹ ɔoloɹs ʇɥǝʎ dɐᴉuʇ ᴉu pɐɹʞuǝss˙ ┴ɥǝʎ ɐɹǝ ʇɥǝ ʇɹnǝ soʌǝɹǝᴉƃus oɟ ʇɥǝ ʍɥolǝ˙ ┴ɥǝʎ ɔoɯǝ˙ ┴ɥǝᴉɹ uɐɯǝs ɐɹǝ olpǝɹ ʇɥɐu ʍoɹps˙ ┴ɥǝ ʞᴉuƃ,s uɐɯǝ ᴉs ʇɥǝ ǝup˙

┴ɥǝʎ ɔoɯǝ

┴ɥǝʎ ɔoɯǝ

What would normally have woken him up screaming, was this time Daichi waking up suddenly as if he dreamt of those nightmares where one falls to his own body, and upon opening up his eyes and with cold sweat all over his body, the boy found a very familiar silhouette looming over him, as well as a precious breast pressed against his lips, along with a sweet and milky taste that he didn't waste any time to sabour and suck from Adama's bounty almost like second nature. His exhaustion seemed to be... Disappearing slowly as he massaged and licked that white ambrosia from his beloved siren~

"Heh... If losing looks like this, I may consider becoming a jobber~" He joked, laughing a bit to himself before attempting to get himself up, if only to sit next to Adama, but he still was a bit exhausted from his smotherful defeat and strange dream, he better stayed using the albino's lap as his pillow. "So... I guess you did beat me, fair and square... Or more like, sexily and round heheh, but still, I lost and you won Princess, what will it be my fate now?" He asked giving her the puppy eyes that he knew she was weak against, hey, if she was allowed to use her curves, he needed to defend in some way.