In the Den of the Beast: Fenrir vs Bulma Busujima

“Like how?” Fenrir seemed genuinely curious about her input. He had never thought to have something of a questionnaire with his opponents before. The thought of finding a better, more efficient way was actually an enticing idea to him so he was willing to listen… though it didn't stop his bicep from hugging the side of Bulma’s face ready to cut off her air supply if she wasn't careful.

“The… floor?” He raised his head to eye the floor. Plush carpets, they felt pretty good to the bare parts of his legs. He supposed though she was right. There was no telling when they had last cleaned the floors. Many things could be lurking out of sight. He had been spurned by one too many legos in his youth to overlook the hazardous nature of such a fluffy carpet.

“Huh, I never thought about that.” As Bulma slowly sat herself up, Fenrir stood himself up a bit straighter on his knees, following the motion to keep the hold on. His opponent was making some good points. After all, he just wanted to defeat her, not make her sick. Perhaps he could move her to the couch after he knocked her out? That was a good idea. He liked that one. Slowly he started to apply more pressure to the sleeper… then he stopped again when she spoke up. She still had more to say? He felt obliged to listen at this point.

He tilted his head slightly at her suggestion, glancing back to the bed. She was squirming up against him now… what was he doing? Right… moving her to the bed. He winced as she pressed against him, rubbing her plump backside against his manhood which seemingly was paying more attention to her efforts than Fenrir was currently.

“Y-yeah okay… it was pretty soft. I tested it earlier actually.” He admitted softly, slowly starting to stand. He took his time, mainly because he still had her locked in a sleeper hold. It was awkward, but he would try to back the two of them up towards the bed, keeping his grip on Bulma as if she were a hostage. “Thanks for the advice, I appreciate it.”

Holy crap it was actually working! She had bought herself time! What a nice, sweet...naive dope of a boy. Honestly, from what she had seen of women in the AFW matches she had watched, she could see a lot of women taking advantage of his kindness and genuine nature for their own gain.

Which...was exactly what she was trying to do. Go figure. Of course, none of this mattered if he actually locked in that choke and put her to sleep, now did it?

He stood, and she stood with him, both moving slowly, her out of concern that any moment, he could reapply his hold, him no doubt wondering of any trickery or attacks on her part.

As they moved back, step by step, she kept up her hip swiveling, letting her soft perky butt brush firmly against his rod, he hadn't reacted to it yet, but he would, she was sure. If he didn't...well, she'd not only lose, but her looks, and her butt, would be quite offended!

"You... know..." She said, as they approached the bed, step by step. "There's lots of time left on the clock...if the bed is as nice as you say, we could have some fun before you put me to sleep..."

She said coyly, waiting to feel Fenrir stop at the bed, and when he did, she gave a small thrust back with her butt to hump harder against his bulge, one gloved hand reaching down to run her fingers up his bare leg, using her wrist to lift the baggy part of his shorts up as her fingers trailed over his bare thigh, in a more overt gesture!

Bulma kept getting so close to him as they walked, bumping up against his body he could feel the fullness of her curves masking up against his trunks. He closed an eye, trying to ignore the sensation of her grinding believing her just trying to remain close to not be choked further. The attention notably delayed their backward march to the bed as Fenrir veered off course or had to stop for a moment as his opponent exploited his willingness to meet her on better terms. Each delay found her more opportunities to rub against him leaving him to pant softly near her ear.

“You don’t… need to be so close.” He muttered, clearly struggling with the type of attention she was paying him. The boy was a wrestler here to wrestle after all. Thoughts of descending into debauchery were only just that, thoughts, no matter how intrusive they might have been he didn't want to let them defile the image of the woman he was facing.

“What do you mean?” Fenrir’s legs bumped into the edge of the bed, prompting him to stop. Glancing back he pondered how to make this work with getting her on the mattress before continuing the sleeper hold. When she crammed herself a bit more forcefully up against him, sandwiching him between the furnishing he let out a soft grunt, his clearly erect member throbbing up against her backside from within his trunks. Absent-mindedly he let his arms uncoil from around her throat to grip her shoulders as if he were about to push her away when her fingers graze his leg, starting to ride underneath his trunks. “I uh…”

It was slow going, getting to the bed, giving Bulma plenty of opportunities to thrust and wriggle and grind her butt against her opponents hard on, each time noticing how he got more flustered, until he finally released her neck, grabbing her shoulders instead, no doubt wanting to push her away.

The older woman smirked. It was time.

With Fenrir distracted by her fingers sliding up his leg, the blue haired vixen took advantage, suddenly spinning around, grabbing Fenrir around the back of his neck with one arm and...well, honestly, doing what she had wanted to do since she had first seen her opponent.

"Let me show you..." She said with a purr, before leaning in and pressing her lips against his, her hand, no longer trailing up his leg, now slipped into his baggy shorts, into his briefs, her bare fingers gently gripping his bare shaft, getting a feel of his length and size, gently rubbing her fingers against him, moaning into his mouth as she tried to slip her tongue into his mouth. He may have gotten the edge on her in wrestling early on, but now, this teen was going to be her plaything!

As Bulma whirled around he held his hands up in surprise. She didn't strike him, or try to grapple him… in a traditional sense. Instead, she stared at him with a hungry look in her eyes. When she came in close her chest mashed up against his and he could feel her softness as an arm slipped behind his head. Before he knew it they were drawn together with her lips on his. He let out a soft muffled cry but as she shifted into their kiss and he felt just how full and warm her lips were he eased into her affection with a soft pleasant hum.

His eyelids drooped a bit but shot wide again when he felt her hands slip down her boxers. He immediately reached down to grab hold of her wrist to stop the advance, but as she wriggled deeper beneath, into his briefs and brushed her fingertips against his manhood, his grip noticeably loosened. Her arms slid down deeper and his hand simply clung to her forearm as she roamed where she pleased, taking in the fullness of his endowment. He met her lewd moans with one of his own, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment she was doing this to him but unwilling to stop her.

He felt something press against his lips and let it in, allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth. He met it with his own, the only resistance he seemed to give as the two wrestled there instead while Bulma conquered him everywhere else. He shuddered again at her touch, legs giving in as he dropped back to sit unsteadily on the edge of the bed with Bulma leaning onto him

Things may have gotten off to a rocky start for the Capsule Corp. Pachinko Heiress at first, but now, she had turned things around and was assuming full control. Fenrir was a strong guy, probably tough, she didn't doubt it, but it was clear that he wasn't prepared for her to literally throw herself at him in such a sensual way, feeling the heat on his cheeks as they glowed red with embarrasment, and feeling how his stiff dick throbbed with excitement in her soft, gloved, hand.

He attempted a feeble resistence, trying to grab at her wrist with his own...but once the pleasure started to build, his grip slackened, and she knew she had him. Even his tongue, the one part of him that seemed competitive, rubbing and twisting against her own tongue, was clearly lacking in experience. Tongue-battling was its own legitimate skill, something she had learned during her many failed attempts to arouse her husband in bed...ugh, no more thinking of that right now.

Right now she had a handsome young thing in bed with her, and she wanted to focus and make this count for both as long as she had to for the win...and for as long as she could make it last just for its own sake.

She needed this.

Her fingers continued their teasing rubs and twirls over his shaft, and when he sat on the bed, she took full advantage, gently pushing him down onto his back while laying her body down on top of his, moaning as she kissed him.

After another 20 seconds or so, she broke the kiss, and slowly moved her head back, a thin line of saliva connecting the two pairs of lips for just a moment before breaking, the older MILF giving her younger opponent a wink as, in his shorts, her hand fully closed around his shaft.

"So...starting to get an idea of what I meant? I have to keep you in here for sooo long to win, we could have a loooooot of fun in here in that time...why waste it with such an early knockout when we can spend it doing this?"

She asked with a giggle, teasing the teen as her hand began moving up and down, her grasp firm, but not painful, as she began to jerk him off in earnest!

He hadn’t meant to sit on the edge of the bed but when his butt sank into the soft mattress he felt Bulma pushing up against him, trying to ease him back onto the mattress. He let out a muffled protest that was lost halfway between a moan as her fingers slipped along his body and her tongue wrestled him into submission. She found his resistance faltering, but not enough that he ever gave in completely, allowing her to enjoy the sensation of overpowering the young wrestler as she climbed on top of him.

When she finally separated their lips, Fenrir took a short breath, cut short by her fingers clenching around his manhood. red-faced he lay beneath her as if he had been pacified. Her words made shivers up his spine as all the assumptions he had tried to suppress came back to him as having been accurate after all. She had been flirting with him this whole time, not even all that subtly, and only now he put all the pieces together. It was alright though… they had reached the bed. She’d let him apply his hold again, right?

“I…” Fenrir huffed, trying to keep his composure as Bulma began to stroke him. “I’m supposed to be… uh… Nnngh…” He knew he should do something about Bulma, but his hands hadn’t left her side nor had he done more than squirm beneath her touch. Much like a deer in headlights froze and was unable to ask, so too had the young wolf lost himself in the moment, giving Bulma all the time she needed to take advantage of his inability to act.

"Shhhhh" Bulma shushed her young opponent as he protested, no doubt trying to point out that she had, technically speaking, agreed to let him put her to sleep if he moved to the bed. This poor boy had to be either really new, or naive with women, or both. Probably both.

"Just relax Fenrir...I have to keep you here...what, 30 minutes, longer? Plenty of time for you to choke me out...but for now, why not just relax, lay back, and enjoy this..."

She giggled, continuing to pump his shaft, feeling the length of his hard on. "Feels like you got a nice size in you shorts...a nice boy like you, with a nice size like this...I bet your popular with the ladies aren't you Fenrir? Or am I mistaken, is this actually your first handjob?"

She asked conversationally, leaning her body against his, trying to use her body and conversation to distract him from thinking about fighting her back!

His murmuring went silent as Bulma gently shushed him, seemingly compliant to her request as she worked her hand up and down along his manhood. He quivered with each slicked stroke, letting out a shuddered sigh of pleasure that he hadn't even tried to contain. Her words sounded so sweet now, so reasonable. Her suggestion there was no rush to escape painting layers over any urgency he had to break free. Not only was this not bad… it was really nice… Bulma was nice… and pretty… and…

“Nngh…” He squirmed in her grasp, he was almost at his peak already in her practice hand. “I don't know… I don't know many girls these days… since I moved to Japan.” He answered truthfully, red faced at his admission only after realizing what he had said. As he leaned her weight down against him he gave a weak kick of his legs off the side of the bed, trying and failing to dig his heels in for anything that would help him wiggle free.

"Oh? Not many huh? I'm sorry to hear that wolf-boy...a cutie like you deserves a good hot girlfriend to spend time with him and give him pleasure..." Bulma cooed, her stroking slowing as she seemed to make up her mind about something.

"Tell you what Fenrir...since I'm your first since you came to Japan...I'll make this orgasm as special as I can for you!" the blue haired heiress declared, letting go of Fenrir's stiff dick and pulling her hand out of his shorts, getting up off of him and standing at the foot of the bed where his legs were, grabbing the edges of his shorts and underwear, giving him a wink before pulling them down all the way to his feet, exposing his bare dick to the air, Bulma playfully whistling with appreciation.

"Not bad wolf-boy, not bad at all..."

Bulma giggled, getting on her knees and leaning her head down towards his crotch, kissing at his shaft, one gloved hand gently groping at his balls, gently rubbing, massaging them as she alternated between kissing and licking the tip of his shaft with her tongue, her free hand gripping the base of his shaft and going back to jerking him off.

"Cmon Fenir...enjoy it, let go...Your first time with a woman in Japan, you get to cum on her face, lucky you..."