Gage vs. Toushiko (Complete)

**The girl in the window sees Gage boasting after all of that**

**Her face is buried deep in her hands right now**

Toushiko stared at Gage's display of confidence and bravado with arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.

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Then she started laughing. Not out of derision, awkwardness, or arrogance, but genuine, hearty laughter. Leaning her head back, she let her merriment reverberate off the ceiling for a minute before shaking her head and letting it die down. "You...continue to amaze me," she said, still chuckling. "I can see it plain as day. Your body's shakin' like a leaf, your breathin' has seen better days, and you're swayin' like a drunkard. But even with all that..." She pointed squarely at Gage. "You're still just as rarin' to go as when we started! Even strikin' poses and talkin' smack like I didn't just toss you around like a ragdoll," she said, smiling. "Well, I'm always willin' to take on a challenge. Hope you're ready for this!"

Gage reflexively braced himself for whatever attack was coming next. His opponent started to lean forward, and realizing that she was about to start teasing him with her body again, he looked away to avoid the show.

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But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something...different. He looked at Toushiko, and realized that she...wasn't exactly doing what he'd assumed she was.

She was leaning forward, true, but her breasts were obscured from his vision by her muscular arms flexing in front of them. She changed poses and flexed again, a cocky grin on her face as she looked back over her shoulder toward Gage. She continued to flex her muscles in various poses as she said, "Well, boy? I know you're...Ha! Enamored with my body already, but...Hooah! You're free to admire this part of it, too...Yah!"

While it was certainly an impressive display, Gage didn't really feel his willpower being sapped all that much from it all. In fact, with the oni distracted like this, he might be able to get in a decisive strike...

Toushiko: 20 Stamina
Gage: 22 Willpower/2 Stamina + Empowered

Gage felt his legs that had emulsified into jelly suddenly feel almost like they were gilded. His arms started to feel like themselves once more. He felt oddly more sure of himself than he had this whole match. He could win this, he felt it in his soul! As the oni complimented his determination and his art of the sell, Gage felt himself feel a warmth come over him. The wrestler lived to please, so hearing all of this coming from someone who may very well be the strongest person whom he's ever went toe-to-toe with.

As Toushiko started to lean forward, Gage instinctively didn't look directly at her but... He still wanted to witness her display out of respect for his opponent. Or maybe he was just that keen on seeing her tease him with that infernal body of hers. God she has great muscles... Gage was just a big of fan of muscles on women as any other asset that was put up on a pedestal, so to say that her flexing wasn't getting him interested- and aroused- was completely untrue. But he noticed something... His eyes weren't glued to her. He had the ability to look away! He had to use this.

Whilst looking at the outlined area of her frame- focusing on the scenery just behind Toushiko- his jaw mimicked going slack and he looked somewhat entranced by her flexing and accentuating of her breasts and thighs. With a sort of a shambling gate, he made his way towards the oni, intent on reaching her. As he came upon her, a hand ran up and down her forearm and another touched her- honestly amazingly- toned stomach. He looked her all over, trying not to lose himself as he was like this.

"Toushiko... You're truly... Well, amazing. But I know how you'd look goddamn perfect-"

As he left his sentence open and hopefully had Toushiko's attention, he had his left hand that was gliding on the skin of her forearm grip her- hard. With a shit-eating grin he looked up into the oni's eyes and said, "With your ass on the mat!" It was when he said this he took a step backwards, stretching out the length of the demoness' arm in an attempt to generate as much tension as possible. Then, with himself pulling her as hard as he could muster and lunging forward with his right arm outstretched, he went once more for the Guillotine Clothesline. This one, however, had more force behind it- tremendous force. In Gage's mind, he thought of one of his wrestling idol's and their signature move... The Rainmaker!

He could only hope that his strike hits true and that he doesn't fuck this up. However he felt it within himself: his confidence, his intuition swelling up and practically erupting. This was it! Now or never.

(Guillotine Clothesline)

(God sorry but I'm getting hype about RAAAAAAINMAAAAKER-DAAAAA )

Toushiko grinned as she saw Gage approaching her with an enraptured look on his face. She leaned forward and greatly flexed her right arm, running her other hand along her perfectly toned biceps. She chuckled as he ran his hands along her muscles. Still just as oni-like as ever, she thought amusedly to herself. She'd gotten the impression most humans who saw her were either indifferent to, or intimidated by her muscles, but this one seemed almost entranced by them. It certainly helped that they were placed all around a body that many humans would go mad for in seconds (and rightfully so!), but even beyond that, the wrestler was showing a level of appreciation for these indicators of physical strength that was unusual for surface-dwellers—as far as she could tell, anyway.

As her opponent was running his hands along her body, she took the opportunity to look over his own, and found herself...honestly impressed, actually. She knew that some humans prided themselves on their sheer muscle mass, to the point of looking more like balloon animals gone wrong than actual fighters, but it was clear that this one only had as much as he needed. Not to the point of ridiculousness, but enough to power him through the difficult opponents he no doubt faced in his career.

And as he put her forearm in an iron grip, she was suddenly reminded that she was very much one of those opponents.

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Time seemed to slow as Toushiko was yanked forward off her feet. She saw Gage's muscled arm going right for her face, and had time for one thought before it formed a permanent impression on her skull.

...Clever boy.

Then, with a sound closer to an explosion than a wrestling move had any right to make, Gage's arm slammed right into Toushiko's face, carrying it down and sending her legs straight up into the air. The massive force of the blow sent the back of Toushiko's head crashing down on the mat hard enough to shake the building's foundations, and her legs hung over her head for a second before they drifted over and she fell down on her side, apparently out cold.

Almost thirty seconds passed before she stirred once more. She brought a hand to her forehead, and groaned in pain. "Uggghhh...what'd I...do las' night..." She mumbled, her words slurred. She grunted as she slowly sat up, and blinked her eyes blearily. "Wha...?" She squinted. "...I don' r'member fightin' two a' ya..." She shrugged, and shakily tried to get to her feet.

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She grabbed at the ropes for support, slowly pulling herself up to standing. She swayed and stumbled, clutching her head. "Oh, boy...not...feelin' so hot after tha' one..." She mumbled. "Nee' somethin'...make m'self feel better..." She reached into her pack with her free hand, rummaging around and grumbling to herself. She yanked out a maroon bottle, and with only the briefest of glances at the label, popped off the cap and downed it all in one go. Taking the empty bottle away from her mouth and wiping her lips, she sighed in relief as the throbbing pain in her head faded away. Well, the pain on her face was certainly still present, but at least she wasn't dealing with a possible concussion anymore.

She started to grin, then stopped. Something didn't...feel right. The clothes—well, "clothes"—she was wearing suddenly felt chafing and uncomfortable. The fabric felt almost as if it were scratching her skin, and it certainly didn't help that it was only covering her most sensitive regions. She blinked in uncertainty, and looked down at her hands. She rubbed her fingers along her palms, and realized that her entire body had suddenly become far more sensitive than it was before. She looked down at the bottle again, and her eyes widened as she realized that she'd picked out the wrong drink.

She cursed under her breath. This was going to make concentrating on the fight a lot more difficult, that was for sure. She bit her lip as another realization hit her just after the first: the drink had the effects of an aphrodisiac. A low flame had started to burn in her lower body, and she knew that it would soon grow into an inferno.

She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. She had to control herself, for now. She could tell Gage wasn't ready to get to the...good part, yet. It'd do no one any good if she pounced on him now and proceeded to shatter his pelvis to splinters; she had to pace herself, and slowly tease out both his lust and hers until they were both aching for each other's bodies.

She grinned. A challenge, then. One she had overcome many times, and this time would not be an exception.

Toushiko: 15 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 22 Willpower/2 Stamina

Gage felt his arm cross the Oni's head with determination and the wrestler lowered the boom on her even more as he drove her down into the mat with all he had at the moment. Yes! I got it! What ya' got to say about that Miss Thang- Gage stopped and looked at Toushiko as she fell back to her side. Gage was actually immediately worried when he saw she wasn't moving in the slightest. Her eyes rolled back in one of the most frightening ways possible. This was something that- even in the midst of the most hyped up crowd for the biggest pay-per-view- Gage would take deadly seriously. The curtains would come up on the acting and it was time to get a stretcher. Stop the match, this has gone too far. The grappler rushed to Toushiko's side and jostled her slightly.

"Hey... Hey, Toush! Are you okay?!"

Gage didn't know how to hide the panic in his voice. He never wanted to make her this wonked out! God damn it... What if she doesn't wake- It was at that moment Gage gave the biggest sigh of relief he had ever done in his life. "Holy shit... You scared me there for a second! Hey, how many fingers do I have up?" Gage held up five fingers but after the oni had finished her grimacing, she... was having a drink? This woman was indomitable with her drinking habits after all, it seemed. She uncorked some bottle and chugged its contents and... stood up?!

"You sure that's such a good idea?"

That's when he saw her trademark grin return to her face. She was fine, then. With a small nod, Gage got back into his grappling stance, looking at her. She seemed... Redder? And a little panty, at that. Oh well, would make sense for someone who had just passed out and was having trouble with their surroundings. If she was feeling fine, then he was about to continue on with his onslaught. No rest for that wicked devil! Even if, Gage didn't really feel right taking someone on who just woke up from a concussion nap...

Without much further ado, Gage rushed in towards Toushiko with his arms outstretched as he saw her grin widen. Sorry, but I'm still gonna keep you guessin'... Head trauma or no! As he reached the Oni, he saw her hands prepare to grapple him instead but Gage slung an arm around her waist and used it to swivel about under her arms so that he ended up facing her back. With a quick lunge, he aimed to grapple her from behind with his arms around her waist. He grimaced slightly during this action, all of his previous pain was catching up to him- even through all the adrenaline. The grappler was then reminded of the current constitution of his limbs and the inevitable bruising in his chest area from the kanabou-which is to say, not very good. None of this mattered now, though. He had to continue to press his advantage!

(Grapple)

Toushiko simply chuckled at Gage's panic. "Ah, come on, I'm fine. Don'tcha remember what I said earlier?" She gestured towards her various scars. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to take me out of commission," she remarked. "Like, seriously...I wasn't exaggeratin'. Unless ya recently had a high priest consecrate your entire goddamned body, feel free to hit me with everything ya got," she said, emphasizing her point by pounding a fist to her chest.

Inwardly, though, she was actually rather moved by Gage's concern. Even opponents who came to respect her strength reacted more to her (seeming) defeat with a sigh of relief and an optional hand up than outright worry for her well-being. She chuckled as a strange thought entered her head: call her crazy, but finding Gage just might've ended up being better than finding Passion Lips.

Case in point: as soon as he knew she was okay, he didn't try to embarrass her by sparing her any pity. He charged toward her, slinging an arm around her waist to propel himself behind her.

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Toushiko tried to whirl around to follow his movements, but Gage was faster. In no time at all, he had his arms wrapped around her waist, and was holding her tightly against him, sealing off her movements. A noticeable shiver ran down her spine as the rough sensation of Gage's arms and body straining against her skin threatened to overwhelm her senses for a moment, and at the same time, she realized that it all felt...good, for some reason.

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She bit down on her lip to try and distract herself from the feeling, and grabbing Gage's forearms, managed to pry his arms far enough apart to escape from his hold. As soon as she was free, she kicked herself off the ground and jumped away to create distance between herself and Gage. She viciously shook her head to clear the last of the intense sensation from her system, and scowled. Why was she even carrying that drink in the first place? She had other brews that only increased sensitivity in erogenous zones, so why would this one affect her whole...body...?

She paused and thought back to just a few seconds ago. The unexpected pleasure that had come from Gage grappling her so tightly—it had been more than just the joy of a competition of strength, or her sense of touch being over-stimulated. It had stoked the fire within her, causing her to pant ever so slightly more heavily...Her shoulders slumped as she connected the dots.

Her entire body was an erogenous zone now. She was suddenly aware of her clothing teasingly rubbing against her skin, sending subtle waves of pleasure throughout her body. She felt the ends of her hair shifting and gliding across her back, tingling in ways they never did before.

Well. This certainly complicated things. She had been able to outpace her lust many times before—it was kind of a requirement for not crushing the pelvis of her more fragile opponents—but never like this. She froze like a deer in the headlights as she realized that she simply had no idea what to do. If she continued to fight, especially against a wrestler like Gage, there was no guarantee that she'd be able to control her own lust. If she called the match off, then she'd be nothing but a coward—to her, someone who was afraid of their own strength had no right to use it.

To put it lightly...her options were limited.

Toushiko: 13 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 22 Willpower/2 Stamina

The wrestler was beyond pleased that his success was continuing but he felt like that success was... well, something was amiss right now. It didn't feel right to continue to get hits in while his opponent was clearly not herself. She was panting and shivering... She almost seemed horny if Gage didn't know better. Did he know better in the first place? In any case, Toushiko was not herself in this moment. She was being reserved. He was having an immense amount of fun, much to his surprise, with the Oni and her grinning self. However, he was a bit more concerned about if Toushiko was truly okay. Whatever it was she drank, maybe? That's what seemed to make her somewhat... different.

"Listen, Toush. What was in that drink? You look like you're on edge- tweaking off ecstasy, almost. Sure you're okay?"

Gage waited for a moment and chuckled. She surely was more than fine, that is if her claim of an Oni's strength rang true. Gage had seen enough to know that it did. Looking at her, panting and heaving, he watched her breasts rise and fall to what most would seem imperceptibly but Gage knew what to look for in an opponent's body language. What to do, indeed... It was then that Gage thought of Pash- well, the onlooker for this match. He looked to where the figure was standing and thought... What would Pash do? Show some compassion, of course. Some tenderness. Surely even an Oni needed some TLC.

With soft footfalls, Gage strode his way back to Toushiko before reaching up to her collar to tug her down to his level with an almost gentle guiding hand.

"You better not be holding out on the 'Strength of an Oni' on me, again, Toushiko." Gage looked into her eyes as if searching for some sort of reservation but all he did was find himself close to this woman who- when he thought about it- was downright impressive. Eh, what the hell. With no delay, Gage leaned up and forward to meet Toushiko's lips in an open mouth kiss. If only just for a while... Maybe the grappler could indulge himself in her for a bit. The wrestler had demonstrated his fighting spirit to her so he figured why not show his passion and appreciation for such a fight thus far?
He was used to the other way around with these midara but Pash's fight with him taught him that they weren't all lust-fiends. They wanted reciprocation, too. Gage figured, why not give it to this woman who sought him out personally? Make it a memorable moment for the two of them.

As Gage continued the kiss and tasted the remnants of the magical elixir in her mouth, he could see himself getting lost in her but for now, he figured he'd keep it simple as he separated from her but only so slightly that they were still but a few inches apart. "I'm more than just a grappler, y'see. I'm a man-dara." Almost immediately he regretted that play on words, so dumb. He could only hope she didn't deck him right then and there for being so bold- maybe she'd think he interrupted the slobberknocker flow of the fight. Who knows? Maybe that was just what she needed.

(Free Action)

Toushiko's eyes widened, and she took a step back, throwing her hands up in the air. "No, no, I'm fine, really," she said, letting out a laugh that sounded more forced than she'd have liked. "I-I just, uh...I'm just havin' a little trouble holdin' my liquor, 's all. Nothin' to worry about," she said with a weak smile. "Now, come on, give me everything you've got!"

In all honesty, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up. Her focused mind had become lost in a fog of lust, her indomitable strength had melted away, and her determination had faded to little more than a facade. But giving up was absolutely not an option, and neither was telling Gage the truth—from what she'd seen of him so far, both options would lead to a premature end to the fight right then and there. And she did not come all the way here in the middle of the night just to run away and deny them both the fight that they'd been enjoying so much.

But...if she kept going like this...

Toushiko closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. She hung her head for a few moments, then opened an eye when she felt something tug at her collar. It was Gage's hand, and he was pulling her in for a...

He.

What.

Did...did he just walk up...slowly...and kiss her?

Correction: he was still kissing her. Gently, more of an invitation than anything else. For one, dark instant, she was tempted to coil her arms around him, crush him tightly against her, and return the kiss with far more love than his body was ever prepared to take. Her nerves sang at the idea, knowing how wonderful it would feel to simply let go...just for a moment.

No.

I am an oni. I am not weak. I am strong.

I will not be a slave to my own desires. I refuse.

And so, Toushiko simply returned the kiss. She leaned in just a little, letting her tongue slowly intertwine with Gage's. The near-overpowering sensation of the kiss was not lost on her, but she let the feelings flow past her like water. A river of pleasure rushed past her, and the anchor stopping her from being carried away and drowning in it was Gage himself.

Gage. The man who was brave enough to slowly approach a monstrously powerful oni in heat, stand within reach of her iron grip, and kiss her. The man who was genuinely worried about her well-being—not because he doubted she was strong enough to take him on, but because he feared that something was keeping her from putting out her best.

When he broke the kiss, the pleasure faded, but the anchor remained. His bravery, his determination, his compassion calmed her mind and allowed her to focus on the situation at hand. He trusted her.

So maybe she should start trusting him. But first...

She raised a single eyebrow, slowly enough to punctuate her next word. "...Man-dara?" She chuckled, then broke into a laughing fit, a sound once again full of life and mirth. She sighed happily, and looked back down at Gage. "...Maybe." She smirked. "Your actions are certainly having an effect on me, though it's more gaining willpower than losing it."

She leaned back, and sighed. She still felt the itch of pleasure radiating from her skin, not enough to feel good, but enough for her to crave more. Now came the hard part—she had to tell Gage.

She gulped. "L-listen, I...well...uh..." She blinked as she realized she was stammering like a nervous schoolgirl. Come on, get it together! You're a big scary oni, remember? She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to gather herself for another attempt. "I...made a mistake. A big one. I learned long ago to look at the damned label before I drink an Underworld brew, even one I packed myself...and this is why." She sighed. "I only meant for it to clear my head, tone down the dizziness from that crazy move of yours." A small grin appeared on her face. "Which was awesome, by the way. More stuff like that, please."

"But," she continued, "what I ended up drinking was somethin' called the 'Succubi's Delight'. Makes the whole body into an erogenous zone, and adds hypersensitivity on top of that." She shuddered as she spoke, reminding herself of the effects. "Used mostly by crazy succubi who either wanna completely drain some poor guy in seconds, or torment one over the course of weeks with a constant itch of pleasure." She grunted. "Normally wouldn't have much effect on an oni like me, but drink a whole bottle, and, well...you know."

She sighed. "And therein lies the problem," she said. "I'm...havin' some issues controllin' myself like this. If we keep fighting, I might end up losin' control of myself, pounce ya like a rabid hyena, and leave you with a splintered pelvis." She held up an index finger. "And before you say anything, no, holding back my strength and holding back my lust are two completely different things. It's like..." She put a hand to her chin, thinking for a moment. "...Imagine puttin' someone in a submission hold. Just because you stop before you break their arm, or their spine, or whatever, doesn't mean you're 'holding back'. It just means you're able to control yourself...which I might not be able to do."

She turned away from her opponent. "So, bo...er, Gage. If you want to call off the match...go right ahead. I wouldn't blame you one bit." She bit her lip, remembering the way that Gage fearlessly marched right up to her. "You've proven your strength over mine already," she muttered. "I just..." She swallowed, her voice sounding strained. "I'm sorry for bargin' in on you so late at night, only to turn tail and run in the end." She looked down at her feet, and clenched her hands into fists. "Just a...goddamned waste of time..." She muttered.

(For the record...just for fun, I rolled to test Toushiko's "willpower" during the "one dark instant" bit. The first three rolls were, in order: 96, 78, 52. Three successes, one critical. You've got the power in you, Toush!)

While the two shared a kiss, he did feel something behind it... A yearning that was flooding his mind like someone was pouring cool water on his brain. It felt all-consuming and perfect. It wasn't sinister... It was just something that was there as part of the status quo of interacting with midara and the like. It still is a choice in the end, but he was in complete control this time. It felt right, honestly. Then, after separating, Toushiko began to come clean.

With his ears open, he listened to Toushiko's predicament with as much understanding as he could give. While he had to admit, his pelvis being shattered did not sound like his ideal Friday night, he wouldn't mind rolling around with the oni by any stretch. When Toushiko turned around and hung her head and began to apologize, Gage's brow furrowed in annoyance. How could she just hang her head and question this encounter? Without any warning, Gage brought a hand across her ass and slapped it in what would normally be a slap that was barely pleasurable, mostly painful. However, knowing her predicament, he figured it was appropriate punishment for her moping.

"Quit your gripin'. It isn't a waste of time. I'm lucky to have met ya', fought ya'. And I'm damn sure not ready for you to leave yet. If life's a movie, it's meeting people like you that's my favorite part. You and Passion Lips are both one in a million."

Gage crossed his arms and gave her a stern look when she finally turned back around to him. "I'm a man, so I'm not adversed to dealing with some lovin' too. Wanna know what my fight with Pash- Er... Passion Lips was really like? I tried to fight her and beat her will down with my strength but she only gave me love in return. She didn't strike me once. So, I went and played her at her own game. And I still came out on top against her when she only had her wiles to attack with. Who's to say I don't surprise you and come out on top here too?"

With a flex of his bicep, a wink, and a wolfish grin, he tried to reassure Toushiko as best he could.

"Quit gettin' caught up in your worries and have fun. If you're gonna let some sex session last a week- call me crazy but I'm not gonna complain in the end. I mean, look at you! I know we've both enjoyed the fighting but who's to say this won't be a fight in and of itself? I won't resist but I'll strive to be the one coming out on top. Besides... I'm a power bottom." Gage gave a jesting chuckle and opened his arms, allowing her to have the final say.

"So there it is: I want you to stay. Come what may: broken pelvis n all. Bones n bruises heal, so what's it matter? Besides, if you leave- what does that fix? You're still ridiculously horny and yearning but then you're alone. So, if you think your sexual prowess is above mine- I encourage you to test it. Or test your restraint. Or you can leave of your own accord, no shame here. Just know that I expect you back as soon as this thing wears off. So, what'll it be? Think you're tough enough to best the guy who took down Passion Lips, still?"

Gage decided to keep that little white lie going... for now. If things ended up right, he'd let her know the truth. She at least deserved the truth if she decided to stay and let the two of them ride this storm out- together.

(Like Captain Planet said: The power is yours!)

**the girl in the window now has a hand over her chin. She can't decide if she is mad at Gage for so blatantly copying her style or if she was impressed at him for so successfully pulling it off.**

Disappointment was not something Toushiko experienced often—disappointment in herself even less so. To her, fighting wasn't about winning or losing; as long as everyone involved gave it their all and truly tested their opponents' strength, then she was satisfied. And hey, if she could satisfy herself a little more—or a lot more, given her stamina—afterward, then all the better!

But having to turn tail and run just because of one stupid mistake she'd made was...mildly embarrassing at best, and downright shameful at worst. In the end, though, what choice did she have? Even now, she could barely stop herself from shaking like a leaf from the feeling of the mat pressing against her shifting feet, her hair stroking her bare back, her clothes rubbing against her skin, Gage's hand slapping her WHATINTHENAMEOFTHEMASTERMIND?!

Toushiko's eyes snapped open, and she nearly leaped into the air by reflex alone. Waves of pain intermixed with pleasure reverberated throughout her body, and she grit her teeth to shut out the feeling. She absentmindedly brought a hand over to rub the spot she'd been hit, then realized just how bad an idea that was and quickly jerked it away.

Well, that was one way to get her attention.

She turned back toward Gage as he voiced his reassurances. She listened silently as he spoke, and when he was done, she closed her eyes and contemplated his words. He knew exactly how much danger he was in...and he didn't care. He was willing to put his health—his career as a wrestler—on the line, just to ensure that they were able to finish their fight.

In her time, Toushiko had faced many opponents: some were more ruthless than Gage, others fiercer, others more skilled. But Gage's compassion...that was a rare gift indeed.

When Toushiko spoke, her words were quiet. "Gage...even after everything I told you, you still want me to stay? Even when you know how dangerous that is?"

A familiar chuckle.

That trademark grin.

"In that case...bring it on." Toushiko's eyes gleamed with determination. "On one condition," she said, leaning in until her face was inches from Gage's. "Don't. Hold. Back," she whispered. "I want you to give me everything you've got, you hear me? Fight like it's the difference between life and death...because for you, it just might well be." She drew back, and her voice grew louder. "The harder you fight me, the harder I'll be able to fight the urges inside me. Your determination will be my shield; your strength, my own. If you had the courage to walk up to an unstable demoness and kiss her back to her senses, then I don't have any excuse to fall victim to that goddamned concoction." Her grin widened as she lowered into a fighting stance. "If you're willing to give me a good fight, even knowing the dangers, then the least I can do is control myself enough to oblige ya...and after all is said and done, no matter who wins or who loses, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

Toushiko: 13 Stamina/Maximum Willpower + Empowered
Gage: 22 Willpower/2 Stamina

(Round 2 has officially begun.)

It wasn't often that Gage was willing to oblige a sex-crazed Oni to a knockdown drag out fight that will undoubtedly end in sex but with Toushiko, he feels like he made the right choice. Now that the sentimentality of the moment had passed, it was time to get back down to brass tax- vis-a-vis punching and slamming. Although he did have to admit, seeing that spark reignite in her was a wonderful thing. Like a soldier looking like a pincushion full of arrows but still standing- battle ready for anyone who dared to try and finish them off. And he loved that.

When he saw Toushiko take a fighting stance, he knew it was on.

"Good! You'd better be ready, 'cause I'm only just getting started with you, Toushi."

It was then that the wrestler sprinted toward the reinvigorated demoness with arms open, looking like he intended to grapple once more- but in actuality, Gage was slightly lower to the ground than before. When he was within leaping distance, he launched himself at her waist with arms ready to wrap her up and give her a vicious spear. She'd started to catch on to his fighting style, so it was time to throw in a screwball. A tackle that he would hope to keep her guessing.

Come to think of it... this is probably the best match of my life!

(Mighty Tackle)

(SUNLIGHT YELLOOOW OVEEEERDRIVEUUUUU)

Toushiko grinned as Gage sprinted toward her, arms outstretched. His determination was plain to see on his face—and Toushiko had no doubt that her own expression mirrored his. After all, if a plain ol' human like him was so eager to fight an oni, then what business did she have thinking about running away? She laid out her arms in a grappling stance, her nerves still alight with pleasurable sensations. But she paid them no heed—after all, it was no longer a question of how long she could control herself. She simply would, and that was that. She owed Gage that much.

And so, when Gage reached her, she was ready for him. He leaped toward her, arms outstretched...

Mighty Tackle - 25
Toushiko fell back.

No, that wasn't quite it. She jumped back, and allowed herself to fall flat on her back.

Time seemed to slow as Gage soared toward his opponent, realizing that she had been just a split-second too fast for him. Gage watched as Toushiko fell backward like a domino, his eyes focusing on whatever part of her body was directly in front of him. First it was her navel, then her body traveled down his vision until her luscious breasts came to fill it, and soon, those too passed. It was when his eyes met Toushiko's own that it all clicked.

He had leaped with the intention of forcing the oni back, which required him to make quite a powerful jump. The lack of a colossal demoness to crash into meant that he ended up soaring far past where he wanted to go...or would have, had Toushiko not been quick enough on the draw.

Test Your Strength! - 94! Critical Success!
It was when Gage's body was parallel to Toushiko's that she struck. Like a mantis catching an insect out of the air, she quickly brought her arms behind his shoulders and pulled him down toward her. Gasping at the shock of having his momentum arrested so suddenly, he didn't have any chance to react before he felt her legs wrap snugly around his waist. At the same time, her arms wrapped further around his back, holding him in an embrace that had his head resting on her chest. His eyes darted upward to see her smiling smugly back at him.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She teased. "I thought ya wanted a fight, but if ya wanted to skip to the sex so badly ya had to jump me, you coulda just asked," she said, chuckling. She tugged his body further up, until his face was barely an inch from hers. "But not yet...you need a lil' warmup, first," she purred. Then, leaning her head down to reach his, she gently kissed him on the lips. She lingered just long enough for Gage to remember the taste, then started planting kisses all over his face, leaving tingles of warmth wherever they went.

As she gave him all those sweet kisses, he noticed a small tremor running through her body below him. The part of his mind that wasn't melting from her kisses realized that she must be resisting her urges with everything she had right then—instead of ravenously devouring his mouth with her lips and tongue, she was peppering him with gentle kisses. She ended with another soft kiss on the lips, letting her eyes close for a bit before separating with a smile. Then she giggled and whispered, "So...ya want more, or are ya finished with the warmup?"

Toushiko: 13 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 19 Willpower/2 Stamina + Bound

So the plan is: tackle her so she's got her head ringing a bit, then I grapple and- Wait, where the fuck did sh-

Gage saw Toushiko fall backwards before him and his eyes trailed up that devilish body of hers before he realized he'd missed his target. Of course, on Toushiko's end, that was all by design. Figuring he was soon going to have to tuck and roll, Gage certainly didn't expect to have the Oni snatch him right out of the air like a foul ball headed for the bleachers. It only made matters worse that she put the squeeze on him once she had reeled him in. However, her kisses were the true stars of the show.

Each slow but sweet and gentle smooch made his thoughts go blank for a second. It was like touching your finger to one of those electric plasma balls that would cut off all its currents just to cast to your finger if you touched it. Her lips brought all corners of his mind to one unifying thought: her. And when she broke away, he was hazily back to his other thoughts. Thoughts such as: how the shit am I gonna get outta her arms? Those thoughts took a back seat when Toushiko spoke to him.

"You're askin' me if I want more? Not sure if you could give me enough, truthfully. But please, I'm by no means a selfish lover so allow me-"

The wrestler then attempted to wrap his arms about her just enough so he could have some leverage. Enough leverage to stand up with the both of them grappling each other- dead weight and all. His legs pressed into the mat like he was coming back up from the biggest squat of his life, muscles all linking together in an effort to lift the both of them up. If he managed to get up with her in tow, he planned to have his arms squeeze her in that mighty grapple of his. He had faith that if he did grapple her fully, her grip on him would crumble from a depraved mix of painful and pleasurable sensations. The trickiest part was just getting in position for it.

(Mighty Grapple)

Gage grunted as he tried to get his arms into a good position. It wasn't easy, being all wrapped up in a hot, lustful oni, but for her part, Toushiko didn't really seem too interested in stopping him. She chuckled and hugged him a little tighter, purring, "Wrappin' your arms around me like that...why, Gage, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were takin' me up on my offer." She gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. "Would I be right?"

As much as Gage wished that she was, it was time to turn the fight back in his favor. He had managed to get some good leverage in his arms and legs, so now all he had to do was lift both himself and the several-hundred-pound oni off the ground. Easy.

Mighty Grapple - 48
His muscles bulged from the effort. He clenched his teeth so hard he could almost feel them cracking. His body groaned in protest—but none of that mattered. Slowly but surely, despite all the pain coursing through his body, he started to lift himself up. It wasn't exactly trivial, but as he looked at Toushiko's face, he saw that she was struggling just as hard to keep him in her grip.

More accurately, she was struggling to keep her grip at all. He felt her arms and legs start to slip from him as her shudders increased, and a sigh escaped her lips. He took heart from these signs of success, and pushed himself even harder.

At this point, she was nothing but dead weight. It was like swimming up from the bottom of the ocean with boulders chained to his limbs. It was like lifting everything in the weight-training room at once. It was like wrestling with...well, an oni.

But he did it anyway. When he was done, he stood proudly on his feet, wrapping his arms around the enraptured oni and holding her close to his body.

Um.

Uncomfortably close, he realized as the oni looked down toward him, a lustful grin on her face. "Gagey-boy...whaddya think you're doin'?" She chuckled. "Isn't this what ya wanted to avoid?" Then, without warning, she quickly moved her head down and sealed his lips with a forceful kiss.

Close-Range Counter - 85
Gage suddenly remembered why he'd chosen very specific moves and techniques over the course of the match so far—because he was dealing with someone who loved being snug with her opponent.

And right now, he was paying the price. Toushiko turned his own grapple against him, pressing her lips further into his and forcing her tongue between them. Mesmerized, Gage's jaw hung open, letting Toushiko's sweet tongue snake its way into his mouth and explore. As her tongue went to work, Gage's arms started to loosen around Toushiko's back, eventually falling back to his sides. He felt her arms wrap once again around his back in a lover's embrace, as she kept pushing him backward and continuously forced him to lean further and further back, until his back was nearly parallel to the floor below his feet.

The entire time, she never broke the kiss, never giving Gage a chance to breathe anything other than her alluring musk. She moaned softly into his mouth, squeezing her full breasts up against his toned chest. Eventually, she broke the kiss, but kept her face hovering barely an inch above Gage's. She still had him leaning as far back as he could go, but her hold around him was gentle, as if more to keep him from falling than to prevent any movement. She smirked and whispered, "Was that enough for ya?"

Toushiko: 11 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 16 Willpower/2 Stamina

With his bones and muscles all screaming at him to cease with his herculean efforts, Gage ignored all of the pain and warning signs before raising his body up with the Oni in tow. With his feet planted and his arms encircled around the crimson demoness, he began to wrench her about, this way and that, with more force than he thought himself capable at this moment. His body still felt like it was running on fumes and the strain of lifting the Oni playing deadweight up certainly wasn't going to do any help for him.

That's when he realized she wasn't really fazed... Like, at all. She was smiling just as wide as ever but it wasn't long before her smile turned into a pursed, open mouth that crashed into his own. It was... a phenomenal feeling, to be honest. Her mouth still had the left over taste of her aphrodisiacal drink from earlier and it made his mouth feel pleasantly electric. He had a half a mind to kiss back- and did towards the end of their close-quarters encounter. His tongue wrestled with hers- just as true to his profession as ever.

When the two separated, he felt like he was about to pull her right back in out of desperation. However, he managed to get a grip on his mind and wrangle it back to the moment he was in: barely suspended off the ground with a horny oni holding him an a love-grip. Her breasts certainly seemed to keep his mind out of the clear with some consistency as the pressed against his bare chest.

"Y'know... You put some doubt in my mind that I can handle you but it was short-lived, Toush. Because I can just do this."

With nary a warning, Gage had his thigh slide between her own thighs and brushed up against her- searingly hot- pussy with a soft caress. He braced for the immediate release of her grip by twisting around to land on his stomach and prop himself right back onto his feet as the Oni was undoubtedly reeling from the pressing of his toned thigh. He hoped that she was reeling long enough for him to get back on the offensive in this lascivious chess match. With a sprint, he launched right back at the Oni with his arm outstretched, aiming to catch her with another Guillotine Clothesline in her stupor.

(Guillotine Clothesline)

Toushiko was about to go in for another deep kiss to stop Gage from doing whatever "this" was, but she stopped just before her lips made contact as she felt something sliding in between her thighs.

A moment later, she gasped as a new wave of pleasure crashed through her, turning all her limbs to jelly for just long enough for Gage to drop to the floor. She staggered back and shuddered as she struggled to keep herself upright. "Mandara", indeed, she thought as she clenched her teeth. He sure isn't makin' it easy for me to stay in control... Still, she should've figured he'd wise up to that tactic sooner or later. And the harder it was for her to remain in control of herself, well, the harder she'd just have to fuck him after she beat and seduced him senseless.

Ah, the joys of being an oni.

Guillotine Clothesline - 36
Unfortunately, it looked like all that'd have to wait, as Gage was headed right toward her, his arm outstretched and ready to knock her to the mat. She'd been able to dodge all his other attempts at using the move so far by simply ducking, but this time, she was still busy recovering from his cheeky caress. Unable to get out of the way in time, she painfully caught a muscled arm to the neck.

Unlike with his Rainmaker earlier, Gage didn't continue the movement to send her head into a skull-cracking impact on the ground—but taking a clothesline head-on was still never a fun experience. Toushiko was sent down in one clean hit, and grunted in pain as she hit the mat hard. Her grimace soon turned into a smirk, however, as she said, "Really, Gage? I thought we were gonna keep it clean, nothin' below the belt, an' all that." She chuckled. "But, y'know, I think you've got the right idea. It's time we started movin' on to the good stuff," she said, her eyes drifting pointedly down toward Gage's waist before snapping back up to his face and winking.

Toushiko: 9 Stamina + Empowered + Downed
Gage: 16 Willpower/2 Stamina

When Gage's forearm nailed Toushiko and sent her down into the mat with his clothesline, he almost felt a twinge of guilt- taking advantage of her predicament. However, all midara were underhanded to him, using their wiles to bring men and women alike to heel. In addition to that, Toushiko was likely the most fair in that regard that the grappler had ever come across. To see her shudder and groan like that almost gave him full on contact arousal.

It wasn't long before Toushiko confirmed his guilt in such an underhanded move. Getting to the good stuff also sounded phenomenal... but that'd have to wait until Gage stood victorious.

"Y'know, my wrestling persona is more of a heel so that kinda thing is more my speed. But don't get too excited- I want you ready for me, baby, but I gotta tenderize you first!"

Gage walked up and over to Toushiko, eyeing the sexually charged Oni as she also eyed him like a horny housewife would a shirtless, glistening pool boy. She looked amazing but goddamnit if she wouldn't look better in his arms. So, Gage figured he might as well bring forth that inevitability.

"Here, Toush: lemme give you a hand-"

The wrestler leaned down with an extended hand to hoist the oni up. He was sure the Oni had big plans for turning his kindness on him but he was one step ahead. As he gave a tug on the devilish vixen's hand and she came rocketing up to bring him in once more, Gage had the mind to slip under her arms and around to her backside. If everything worked according to plan, he'd put her in another grapple from behind, hoping to put an end to this match once and for all.

(Mighty Grapple)

(Of course, even if Gage misses the actual attack, the downed status is removed)

(Got it. I'd assumed that was already the case; Toushiko's move is cancelled for that turn, then she gets up automatically and can move normally for the next. Dunno if that's how you intended it to work or not)

Toushiko eyed the hand that was reaching down toward her, already thinking of the best way to take advantage of Gage's seeming naivety. She felt a small pang of guilt for it, but she had promised to not pull any punches. It wasn't her fault Gage had decided to take the risk.

And besides, she was starting to get really hot and bothered down there. The sooner she beat Gage, the less reconstructive surgery he would need to go through afterward.

With that firmly in mind, she let Gage take her hand and help her up...and when she was close enough, she quickly swung her other arm around to hug him tight against her.

Mighty Grapple - 35
Test Your Strength! - 51

Gage saw it coming, though, and smoothly slipped under the arm he was holding, ending up right behind Toushiko. Having realized what he was doing, the oni jumped forward with barely enough time to escape Gage's attack, leaving him to grapple empty air.

Toushiko turned back around to face him, and they stared at each other for a few moments as the knowledge of what had just happened sunk in for them both. Toushiko's response was to simply burst out laughing. "Bahahahaha! Guess, uh, guess we still have a few trust issues to work out, eh?" She snickered. "It's like that ol' prisoner's dilemma. We both betrayed each other, and we both got jack diddly squat for it." She started stretching, making a show of arching her back and demonstrating that she'd fully recovered from the spill she'd taken earlier. "Now..." She leaned forward and stretched her arms out, ready for Gage's next attack. "Where were we?"

Toushiko: 9 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 16 Willpower/2 Stamina

Whoosh. That was about the sound that was made when Gage managed to predict and dodge Toushiko's attack and swing a missing grapple at her. Now they were in each others' heads, it seemed. As Toush snickered and burst out laughing, Gage did enough of the same.

"Well, if anything, it just goes to show how well we've come to know each other in this short time. And I trust ya; trust that you'll take every advantage you get- as you should."

Gage then started to take a few steps back to bounce off the ropes once more, allowing the tension in the ropes to propel him forward. With the recoil snapping him forward, Gage then broke out into a sprint with his added speed.

"All's fair in love and war, isn't it?!"

The wrestler then didn't waste any time in springing forward once more, arms outstretched and fingers flared to match Toushiko's. As he reached the Oni, he interlocked his fingers with hers and clamped down on her hand, just as Toushiko's instinctually did the same. It was then that they were locked in a Greco-Roman Test of Strength- both trying to turn the other's hands over and lock the other up in a grapple. However, neither were about to give an inch in their hold, either.

Through gritted teeth, Gage gave a strained push into Toushiko's grip,

"I believe we were determining who gets to give and who gets to receive...! Sound about right?!"

Even now, the two were both as intense as ever. Gage could only hope his arms wouldn't give out before hers through his technique. He had no hope of beating her on pure strength alone, most likely. Here goes nothing!

(Modified Mighty Grapple)

(I honestly like that better, more like D&D where it just takes your movement action rather than you have to roll to not be downed n vulnerable anymore.)

(Yeah, well, I know other GM's do it a bunch of different ways 'cause it's not explicitly defined in the classic ruleset, but it's good to see you like this version ^_^)

Toushiko watched as Gage launched himself from his makeshift slingshot, his arms mirroring her own. He wasn't joking when he noted how well they'd gotten to know each other over the course of the match; even as he sprinted toward her with all the force of a bullet train, she could sense his intentions. There was to be no trickery here, no feints, no bluffs. All Gage wanted now was a pure test of wrestling prowess.

And afflicted with a demonic aphrodisiac or not, Toushiko was sure as hell ready to give him one.

It started the instant their fingers were interlocked. Their feet planted firmly on their ground, staring with clenched teeth at each other's faces, their muscles bulging as they both tried to subtly shift their hold to overturn their opponent's grip. It was a pure battle of attrition as neither fighter gave an inch, not daring to back down.

One could be forgiven for taking a single glance at the fighters and assuming the oni to be the clear winner. After all, what was a normal human in his early twenties to a demonic champion, her strength honed by centuries of fighting? However, the oni herself knew better; even putting aside the foul (in effect, anyway; the taste was actually rather sweet) potion she'd drank, her opponent was no ordinary man. This was the man who'd been able to haul her around on his shoulders without breaking a sweat; this was the man who'd been able to get up to his feet while holding her in his iron grip; this was the man who was currently resisting her strength with everything he had.

But Toushiko let out a strained chuckle through clenched teeth—for Gage's determination was only matched by her own. While most of her kind languished in the Underworld, she was one of the few exploring the surface, testing her strength and proving an oni's worth to the humans who had cast them out so long ago. While she doubted that most surface-dwellers knew or cared about any of that, it was still on her to show humanity to respect oni, not fear them.

Gage was already one of those people who respected her. Trusted her, even, as he said himself. Now wasn't the time to back down; now was the time to prove that she was worthy of that respect!

She grinned as she strained forward against Gage's intense grip. "Heh...make no mistake..." She tightened her fingers, trying to make Gage loosen his own. "W-when this is...over, I'll...be the one givin'...!" She pushed even harder. "We might die to...ergh, tricks 'n' lies, but...nothin' can beat an oni in strength!"

Mighty Grapple - 3! Critical Failure!
Strength of the Mountain - Automatic success due to crit fail

Suddenly letting loose a roar of battle, she pushed forward in a surge of strength, taking several steps forward and forcing Gage's arms outward. His forward force broken, and his body exhausted from the struggle, there was nothing stopping Toushiko's arms from closing in on him on both sides and locking him firmly in their grip.

Toushiko continued to bring her arms in, trapping Gage against her body without any wiggle room. When she put a hand on the back of his head and guided it toward her breasts, he realized what was happening and weakly tried to struggle. It was no use—the previous exchange had simply taken too much out of him. There was nothing he could do as the hand on his head forced him between the luscious breasts before him, cutting off his air and replacing it with the oni's musk. Toushiko giggled triumphantly as Gage squirmed and writhed in her arms, even as they screamed in both pain and pleasure. The struggle had certainly taken a lot out of her, and embracing this warm, struggling mass against her hypersensitive body definitely wasn't helping.

But she didn't have to do it for long; as Gage's lungs ran out of oxygen to sustain him, his struggles ceased, and his tired body started to go limp. Toushiko had done this many times to countless different opponents, knowing right when to stop to avoid any lasting damage. And as much as she shivered with need, as much as she wanted to continue holding Gage against her, reaping the pleasure from the feeling of his body against her skin, she knew when enough was enough.

She quickly unraveled her arms and let Gage fall to the floor. He gasped as he breathed life-giving air back into his lungs, but it was shaky and uncertain. And as he tried to stand back to his feet, he simply ended up collapsing under his own weight, the pain and strain on his body from the rest of the match all catching up to him at once.

Gage: 0 Stamina
Toushiko's Special Brew - Automatic Use

Toushiko blinked as she looked down at him. Maybe she had gone just a tad too far...well, it wasn't as if she didn't have something for this. Looking around for a moment, she spotted her pack a couple meters away. Walking over and peering down into it, she rummaged through its contents to find what she was looking for. Finally, she took out a teal bottle with a demon-winged angel depicted on the label, and after making very sure that this was the brew she was looking for, she made her way back to Gage's fallen form.

Toushiko nudged him onto his back, and knelt down next to him. She looked down at him, grinning. "Well, that was one hell of a fight," she remarked. "In fact..." She held the bottle in his view, giving it a little shake for emphasis. "Why don't we keep it going a bit longer?" She chuckled, bringing her hand under his head and lifting it up. At the same time, she brought the bottle down, touching the end of it to Gage's lips. "Drink up, boy," she said softly, tilting the bottle into Gage's mouth. His body as drained as it was, he had no choice but to accept the drink, the cold, tasteless liquid flowing down his throat. Before he knew it, however, Toushiko had moved the bottle away from him, replacing it with her mouth and tongue. She leaned down over him, her eyes closed and her lips firmly locked on his. As opposed to the bland-tasting brew, Toushiko's lips tasted wonderful, and Gage found himself not resisting as her hand pulled his head in further. The kisses she had given him before were already amazing, but this one was...simply entrancing. Even as he felt his physical strength return, his mind melted away in bliss as her tongue slowly went back and forth over his own.

Soon, however, he felt the pain throughout his body begin to fade. His watery limbs had regained their strength, and as Toushiko ended the heavenly kiss, he hardly felt like he'd been fighting at all. The intense match so far was still fresh in his mind, but the physical strain that went with it was not. His body was raring to continue the fight, and he noted somewhat awkwardly that his...lower body was also quite eager. Even more so than usual, to the point where he wondered if there had been some other, non-healing component to that drink...

Toushiko: 9 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 14 Willpower/15 Stamina + Dazed + Charmed

(A note about the crit fails: while I did mention in the Reiner vs. Toushiko RP that I'd sorta forgotten to implement them in my RPs for a while, and thus decided to throw them out for the rest of the duration, I figure I was able to change my mind on that since no one actually got one yet in this RP. If it's alright with you, that is; it doesn't change this turn, since Strength of the Mountain was gonna hit anyway. For reference, if somebody rolls an odd number 1 through 13, then their opponent's next attack is a guaranteed success.)

The wrestler and the Oni continued to be locked in their seesaw battle of bulging muscles and shaking grips and clenched teeth as they looked in each other's eyes. It was almost romantic between the two of them, but most certainly intense. That deadlock seemed to go on for what felt like hours but in reality was about 5 minutes of the two not wanting to yield to the other.

It was then that the wrestler felt his arms begin to quaver. Toushiko saw this and immediately pressed his arms to the sides of his body while she pushed him back. In a flash, Gage found himself encompassed in red, supple flesh once more- his already labored breathing being put to the rest once more. Hrk!! Come on, break free... breathe for fucks sake!

It wasn't until the eternity of pillowy hell was broken that Gage felt the rush of air come back to him but it was more like a wheeze at this point. His bruised diaphragm shuddered with each attempted breath and his lungs continued to burn as he lay there on the mat, effectively defeated. He tried to rise back to his feet but merely fell right back onto his ass- he couldn't even sit up straight. He wanted to give a snappy quip but he couldn't. He only felt shame in his body quitting on him after everything.

Gage was taken out of his self-loathing by Toushiko kneeling next to him with another one of those concoctions of hers. The grappler had no choice but to ingest the water like substance and felt himself... feel renewed? A twinge of anger hit Gage that he was being repaired when he had lost. That he couldn't match her in strength enough to not feel like he was being pitied. Gage knew this wasn't the case but his fighter's mind wouldn't allow him to just accept the gracious boon without feeling dejected. But that fighter's mind was effectively smothered and put to sleep with Toushiko's kiss. His cock sprang to life in a way he was not used to, which is to say immediately. Almost instinctively, Gage ground his turgid member against Toushiko in desperation as he kissed back with a renewed fervor. I don't think I've ever felt this horny in my life... the drink!

A rush of thoughts were all overloading Gage's brain as he reciprocated her wondrous, loving advances. One thought seemed to scream a little louder than the others, though: the need to be inside of her. He would do anything. His fingers entwined in her ivory mane of hair and gave it a pleasurable, playful tug as he spoke around her probing tongue and hungry lips.

"How's... about we... take turns vis a vis... the fucking? Some facesitting, paizuri-... God I want this forever-"

What was he saying?! His mind was being assaulted with sensations and he couldn't seem to shake free of it to mount a retaliation. Gage's toned arms encircled Toushiko's waist tightly to bring their bodies together tightly. He could feel the searing heat of her pussy radiating through his sweat pants and it drove him absolutely insane. Almost mindlessly, he used a hand to slide the pants down his legs and thrashed a bit to kick them off from around his ankles, knocking his shoes and socks off in the process. He gave a breathless groan when he felt that same heat smothering his cock through his underwear. The grappler was only a half second away from unsheathing his manhood for the Oni as they writhed on the ground together.

Then a roar of protest tried to break the enchanting ribbons of lust that wracked his brain as his arms instinctively tightened around Toush's waist. Only this time, it wasn't to bring her closer, it was intent with crushing her with his renewed strength. The question was: would his lust prevent him from doing such or would his fighting spirit prevail once again in this duel of muscles?

(Struggling grapple)

(It's all good, I don't mind! Gage was having a good run there but it's destiny the RNG pulls up on him with a haymaker -sob.-)

Toushiko was filled with intense satisfaction when Gage started pushing into her kiss, tugging her hair down as he lost himself in his desires. Seeing his hips buck and twitch with need, she stretched out her legs and climbed them over Gage's own, shifting from a kneeling position beside him to straddling his waist. She was rewarded with the feeling of Gage's member feverishly grinding against her panties through his sweatpants, and soon, only his underwear.

She let out a moan into Gage's mouth as pleasure flooded her body in response. She felt just as lustful as Gage looked, and it was only a shred of self-control that was keeping her in check. As much as she wanted to embrace him against her and drain him to the last drop, fucking him until he couldn't remember his own name, she had to wait. She had to make sure that Gage had well and truly lost his mind for her, for that was the only victory that truly mattered.

As he started to beg for her to have her way with him, she shivered with delight. This was it, she knew. Finally...She'd been waiting too long for this. She reached behind her and undid the knot tying the fabric around her breasts, letting it fall to Gage's chest. She was about to do the same to her panties when she felt Gage's arms snaking around her waist. She briefly wondered whether it was a sign of resistance, or if he was just trying to hasten what was to come.

Mighty Grapple (Dazed) - 83, 78
A sign of resistance it was, then, as his arms tightened around her in what she recognized now as a grapple. Unfortunately for Gage, even as he tried to fight the good fight, his body was beginning to betray him. He couldn't summon the strength in his arms to do anything to the colossal opponent laying above him, his mind still reeling from the kiss and the tantalizing warmth grinding against his member.

Hell's Challenge - 95
Despite Gage's lack of success, the attempt had demonstrated that he still had some fight left in him. And as much as Toushiko wanted to fuck him right there—like, really wanted to—she forced herself to calm down...or at least, rein in her panting and shivering a bit. With the Succubi's Delight coursing through her, it was understandably a little more difficult than usual, but she refused to break her own rules. She was only allowed to "celebrate her victory" when she actually had a victory to celebrate.

And that only happened when her opponent's spirit was broken.

So, it was with great effort that she raised herself up on all fours, hovering her luscious body only inches above Gage's. Her breasts hung down, her bare nipples grazing against Gage's chest. She looked down squarely into his eyes, and her voice was quiet when she spoke. "Gage...I gave ya that drink 'cause I thought you still wanted to fight." She leaned down closer. "But your body's givin' up...was I wrong?" She leaned down even further, until her lips were brushing against Gage's ear. Her hot breath swirled through his mind as she gently whispered, "Your choice, boy. Push me off and show me what you're really made of...or I'll show you the greatest pleasures Hell has to offer."

Toushiko: 9 Stamina + Empowered
Gage: 14 Willpower/15 Stamina + Charmed

(Note that Gage was not, and is still not bound. I guess technically Toushi's right on top of him, but fuck it, whatever, we all gotta take artistic liberties sometimes.)

(And aside from the beginning, Gage has actually been doing pretty well. I mean, 14 Willpower to Toushiko's 9 Stamina is a good lead, one that Gage has held for a while! Though I see you trying to pull off your finishing move there Let's see if Gage gets lucky enough to do it. On a side note, this is one of those turns where description =/= mechanics, 'cause Gage didn't actually lose any willpower here. Lol.)

When Gage saw Toushiko undo the clasp on her bra and free her breasts from her her already skimpy garment he wanted to lunge on her and play with them: squeeze them, tweak them, suck them... but something held him in check for the time being. Something deep within that wouldn't allow him to just give in so easily. A voice that steadily rose up in his mind, volume increasing by the decibel.

She held herself above the grappler before coming into his ear and questioning his spirit. Had he given up so soon, when he could turn it around? No! Not yet... I've still got a ways to go before I decide to let give in to this lovesick feeling! And lovesick he was, his skin tingled when she drifted towards him in anticipation. He sat on pins and needles waiting for her to finally cut loose and fuck him senseless.

"Y-You're right... I haven't tenderized you enough yet!"

The wrestler rolled back, arching his back and retracting his legs so that his feet were pressed into Toushiko's stomach. With renewed vim and vigor, he rocketed his legs forward to launch Toushiko up off of him and back across the ring. Rolling once more onto his shoulders, Gage did the same motion to launch the Oni off of him but instead launched himself up off his back and back standing onto his feet. The grappler started to bounce on the balls of his feet with his arms loose and shaking about before he dragged his thumb across in nose in a sort of a Bruce Lee fashion.

"You can't give in either, ya know. Not yet. You're bein' tested, too!"

Breaking out into a sprint once more, Gage pressed his legs down and launched himself up at the demoness with his legs and feet outstretched toward Toushiko's head in a missile drop kick, ready to hopefully keep her tough head ringing a bit. But, did he really wanna hurt her? His heart was having second thoughts but his mind knew it was what was right- her constant grin in the face of these sorts of things helped him along in these times. She was loving every moment of this, just as he was.

(Modified Guillotine Clothesline)

(Oh, I know. They were just havin a moment on the ground. I know, Gage had a lucky run there but you can't ever feel confident with the RNG. Also, I like using improvised actions that the GM determines what happens as opposed abiding to a move list only- just makes it more interesting to write for both sides! But yea, if you wanted to take some willpower in that instance, I wouldn't have blamed ya'

**The girl in the window has somehow acquired a notebook and a pen and is furiously taking notes. This more forceful style of lewd is new to her**