Aoi Tamazaki Vs. Yamato Ishii

Aoi could feel Yamato's stiffening member against her belly as she writhed against the boy. She snaked out her arms to try and wrap them around his neck like a lover might and then nestled her lips against his ear as she lurched her body forward so that her undercarriage pressed fully against his tented shorts.

"Oh, Yamato-kun." She whispered in his ears. "H-How embarrassing." She teased, breathing hotly into his ear, trying to keep him down on the mat. "I... um..." She stammered, feigning innocence while she softly ground on his mast.

Any man in the audience was jealous of Yamato right now, but the floored young man was too overcome by confusion to effectively react to anything! His mind told him to try to throw Aoi off of him. But the feeling of her gorgeous body on top of his as she ground against his manhood, the sultry sound of her voice in his ear, and her intoxicating scent all were seeming to shut down his defenses altogether.

A low groan escaped his lips while Aoi ground herself on his hardening shaft. But, despite everything running through his mind, he managed to find enough willpower to bring his hands up to her waist and weakly start pushing, while also starting to squirm slightly. What that would do, if anything, likely wouldn’t amount to much. But if nothing else, he was somewhat relieved to be able to keep some control over himself right now.

“S..stop.!” he grunted out while trying to get her off of him, though there was no power behind his voice. It almost sounded more like a desperate plea than a demand. And really, that wasn’t as far off as Yamato would probably like...

Aoi breathed a soft moan as she felt Yamato's stiffening mast press against her undercarriage. She shivered at the feeling, but seemed to actually listen to Yamato somewhat. She pushed against Yamato's member and dragged her clothed sex across his shaft before she finally pulled off him.

She stared down at him with a different look before. Her gentle smile remained but the twinkle in his eye was much more sinister. "Oh, Yamato-sama." She purred. "I'll stop in just a moment but... you may not want me too..." She giggled and slid her hand down his stomach and under his tights where she firmly gripped Yamato's erect manhood and began to slide her hand up and down it under his trunks.

As much as Yamato had wanted Aoi to stop, experience had told him it was rare for people to actually do so when told to in matches. So he was pleasantly surprised and breathed a sigh of relief when the seductress stopped grinding against his shaft and moved off of him.

However, things were quickly looking bad for Yamato as the devious beauty slid her hand down his tights and wrapped it right around his manhood! Immediately his eyes went wide with shock, and he began to lightly squirm. "W-wait! Don't…!" he said, but couldn't bring himself to speak coherently beyond that, and he began to groan as her hand moved expertly against him.

Yamato felt trapped. Putting up too much of a fight while she literally had him by the balls was highly unwise, but could he really just stay there and let her do this? Lita was bound to be furious over this, but right now Yamato had to keep his focus on the present. He damn sure didn't want to be a public victim of sexual humiliation again, especially after the Valkyrie incident. "Let..go…!" he grunted out through grit teeth, bringing his hands down to grab and attempt to remove it from his shaft, trying his best not to bring any harm to his trapped manhood in the process.

Aoi felt him resist, but she did her best to try and keep her grip on his shaft and continue stimulating him. TO help with that, she leaned in and touched his exposed nipple with her wet tongue, knowing that kind of double stimulation might work on the young boy.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't like this, Yamato-kun." Aoi purred evilly between licks. She then opened he mouth and took his nipple in her mouth, sucking it while she tried to keep stroking him.

So bored.

Part of it was because Amy was here on the down low. If Aoi was going to pull some shit, which, of course she was, Amy didn’t want her to see her coming. But that also meant that she couldn’t yell or make obscene gestures at the ring while she watched. Not that there was much going on in there anyway- any time it looked like a little momentum was building, Aoi would giggle and blush or cheat or otherwise act totally gross, and Yamato would hesitate, and the action would stutter.

So Amy was barely paying attention to the match, which left her mind free to wander. And there was a part of her that couldn’t stop thinking about how she shouldn’t do what she was about to do. That annoying and subversive sector of her brain wouldn’t stop talking about a little thing called “agency.” Besides the fact that jumping into somebody else’s fight was against the rules, Yamato was an adult, and he stepped into the ring every night fully cognizant of the risks inherent in fighting in the AFW, same as her- same as everybody who signed that contract. Interrupting the match, even in rescue, was a slap to Yamato’s face, effectively trampling all over his dignity as a decision-making human being.

Then Aoi stuck her hand in Yamato’s pants, and Amy’s little shoulder angel shut right the hell up. Amy bolted up from her seat. Operation is a go.

Amy pulled off her hood and shook out her hair. The audience members that could see her pointed and got excited, but, more importantly, the security guard in her section recognized and declined to stop her as she jumped the barrier. Amy smiled gratefully at the guard as she slipped by, and the guard nodded back. Sure, there were rules, but it was really the ref’s job to make judgment calls, not hers. Besides, sometimes their violation made for a better show.

Amy rushed to ringside, arriving just as Aoi started sucking on Yamato’s exposed nips- ugh; lovely. She reached below the bottom rope and grabbed both of Aoi’s ankles. Amy was counting on the surprise of unexpected hands to shock Aoi into both opening her mouth and fingers, but, just in case that wasn’t enough, she also (not-at-all-pettily) made sure to dig in her nails before giving Aoi a hearty yank.

Aoi was definitely not expecting anything else in the match but Yamato's compliance. The thought that there would be outside interference was right out of the question so when she felt a sudden sharp pain in her legs, her eyes widened and she yelped loudly, turning her head to see what was happening, right before she was pulled unceremoniously off of Yamato, her hand slipping from his cock as she was tugged away.

She turned to see Amy and her eyes widened a second before she grinned. If the referee saw what Amy was doing, Aoi would still win the match. She might have to take a beating for it, but she'd make sure and pay the blonde back manifold.

Yamato tried and failed to restrain a groan when Aoi began licking at his nipple while simultaneously continuing to work his cock over with her hand. The seductress’ teasing words weren’t wrong, but the last thing Yamato wanted right now was for thousands and thousands of people to see him go through something like this again!

But then Aoi was suddenly yanked off of Yamato, who blinked in confusion while looking around to try to get a grip on what had happened. From his point of view, he hadn’t seen Amy. What he did see was Aoi with her back turned to him, and a ref who seemed just as hesitant and bewildered as Yamato was. But in the midst of it all, Yamato also saw what could possibly be a golden opportunity.

He shifted toward Aoi and pushed himself up, trying to snake an arm under and around one of her legs so he could attempt to roll the girl up for a surprise pin attempt! He didn’t know what the odds of it working were, but it seemed to be the best chance given to him to this point!

Aoi was far too busy trying to tempt Amy into giving her a cheap victory with a blatant DQ when she felt Yamato's hand sneak between his legs. Her eyes widened but before she could even realize what was happening, she was put onto the mats and rolled up into a pin.

"ONE!"

Aoi blinked and began squirming, trying to break free from Yamato's grasp.

“TWO!”

While Aoi squirmed beneath him in an attempt to break the pin, Yamato struggled equally to combat her efforts and keep her shoulders against the mat. He just needed to keep her there a little longer. Just one more second, and he could pull off the upset!