From Russia with Love

Yuto could resist all he liked, his affections in the ring had told her everything she needed about how he really felt beneath that timid armor he donned. The quakes at her fingertips, the trembling at her lips. His heat was just too addicting.

“Don’t hold back. Whine. Let me know of your disgust.” Her teeth returned to the task at hand, this time gnawing a hair further into the wound and nipping at the flesh as an unruly terrier. She was less forgiving this time as her tongue lapped the surface. Her other hand slipped back down and underneath his shorts, reached for a more intimate touch beneath the fabric of his shorts.

"Arrgg..." Yuto squirmed and grimaced from what Sophia was doing with her teeth and tongue, only to then moan as he felt the woman's hand returned to his crotch.

There was a bit of pain and pleasure now, which made him unable to tell which side Sophia was going to focus on. After all the roughing up in the match, Yuto would have preferred if it's the later, but unfortunately, he's not the one in control of the situation.

She was glad Yuto was enjoying himself so much. It kept his mind stranded on a castaway land of pleasure to distract from the clear fact that the woman who had spent the past hour tearing him apart now had her hand on his balls. Any other man in this position would have felt so pathetic, so useless. Sophia had to wonder what interesting life he’d led to maintain such a lackadaisical attitude with his pride consistently under assault.

“After so many climaxes, you still get hard so easily.” She bemused on the evidence growing steadily in the palm of her hand. Her eye came back to Yuto, leaning in with a playful gaze. The pace of her strokes slowed, moving with a refined intent. “Could it be that you are...fond of me?”

Yuto looked rather embarrassed by what Sophia said, but nothing he could really do to change the situation. His shaft was only getting harder from the woman's stroking, even if he couldn't agree with the last part of his former opponent's statement. Nobody in their right mind probably would be too fond of someone who just beat them up in the ring, or so he thought.

"T-this... it's just... uh, natural reaction..." he rolled his eyes while trying to suppress his own moaning for a bit.

“Oh? That is too bad.” The Russian’s hand movements started to slow down, letting her fingers slip free from the tip of his shaft with one final stroke. Her fingers curled back into the palm of her hand for a moment, taking in the sight of her prey as he squirmed with back to the wall. She’d almost forgotten how much she loved this feeling. The terror and utter confusion lingering in each of the Japanese boy’s was a sight that simply had to be savored. Her hand opened again to caress the side of her cheek, getting a good look at those handsome features now that she had some better lighting. She came close enough to taste his breath, to press her fulsome chest to his. “I am fond of you, Yuto.”

Sophia leaned in and pressed their lips together. She didn’t bite, she didn’t tease. The moment seemed almost endearing from another angle. She wanted him to return the gesture, even allowing breaks for air the longer she invested in him. She drew him in only to take away what he needed most. Her fingers came up and pinched his nose, cutting off his air flow as she deepened the kiss.

Yuto wasn't sure how he should response to Sophia's words. In the first place he wasn't even sure the woman was being serious. But she pressed her lips against his, and after a moment of hesitation, the boy eventually let his instinct took over and kissed her back. Feeling her lips on his and her breasts pressed against his chest made him unable to calm down, which made Yuto twitched and gasped in surprise when Sophia suddenly pinched his nose.

"Nnggg...?!" he began to squirm, his panic growing as he wasn't sure he'd allow him to pull away from her.

“Mhm mhm mhm.” Sophia hummed her disapproval into Yuto’s mouth. In truth she didn’t mind the struggle. She relished the fleeting sense of hope and the rush in that desperate bid to change fate. The trembling in her hands, on the tip of his tongue; it only renewed her vigor. She pushed into him greater force and denied him another opportunity to fill his lungs. With each passing moment, he would fade further and further into the darkness at the end.

And there would only be one thing waiting for him on the other side. He could feel it even now, she was sure. On the chill along the back of his neck, in the emptiness in his lungs. Sophia had been without it for so long, she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like.

So envious.

Yuto let out more muffled protest which was weakening with each passing second, just like the rest of his body. Unable to breathe at all, his struggle became more futile and his eyes eventually began to close as his consciousness slipping away from him. It didn't take too long before he fainted and his body went limp on the infirmary bed.

And…

Gone.

Sophia swallowed the last of his essence before her lips parted from the minute fighter. It was easy. Almost insultingly so. Perhaps their bout had more thoroughly drained him than she realized. Sophia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a hungry smile manifesting at the end of her fingertips. That was fine. The two of them had plenty of time to adjust.

Sophia reached out and grabbed the corner of his bed, dragging it slowly but surely towards the center of the room as it scrapped against the floor with each tug. It likely would have been simpler to remove Yuto's dead weight beforehand, but where was the challenge in that? Efficiency aside, the Russian had hafted heavier bodies and burdens across far greater distances. Yuto was a feather by comparison.

After she dragged the bed to the center of the room, Sophia climbed atop and sprawled over Yuto's limp form on all fours. She leered at him as her hands went to work on the bed sheets, looping them around the Japanese boy's wrists before she did the same to the posts at either side of him. She turned on the spot and removed his shorts, tossing them carelessly to the side. She left him bare and exposed before she continued on to his legs, tying them off at the ankles. In two simple minutes, she tied each of his form limbs to the four corners of his bed.

Helpless, vulnerable, handsome. Sophia had to allow herself a chuckle at his expense in lieu of an audience. She turned back around to face him, sitting her superior body firmly down on his waist. She traced a finger along the side of his as she watched him, along the line of his jaw and to the underside of his chin. Her malevolent gaze exuded an eerily primal patience throughout the quiet of the room.

Yuto slowly came back to his senses after a moment. As he opened his eyes again, he saw Sophia was still there, sitting on his midsection, quickly reminding him about his situation. The boy glanced around and found himself still inside the infirmary room instead of some unknown place, so that brought him a little sense of relief. The issue was that his limbs were all tied up to the bed...? It didn't take a genius to guess who's the culprit.

"Uuh... w-what is this...? C-can you let me go..." he asked nervously.