Salos vs Chantelle Lacroix

With his music blaring through the arena, the referee Midara approached him and directed him toward the entrance ramp. Presumably that is how he would leave the odd arena. With the hectic fanfare immediately following the match, the reaching arms of the Midara in the audience made the ramp appear narrower.

With the adrenaline of the match yet to dissipate, Salos seriously considered high-fiving his way up the ramp. He certainly couldn't be blamed for forgetting how grabby Midara could be.

Salos could feel himself being grabbed by some of the fan midara.

As he, somewhat absentmindedly, fived some of the reaching midara, one managed to grab his wrist and pull him closer. A few more clamped onto his exposed arm. Salos had to plant a foot on the barricade to keep himself from being pulled into the crowd. Salos had to wonder whether he had enough in the tank to get away from the clamoring fans.

Salos thought some of these Midara looked like a few from the limo he got dragged into last time. “Please let go.” he said a bit wearily. He already stilled had some lipstick from his match on his mouth, making his already feminine face look girly.

"How cute!"
"So strong!"
"C'mere, sweetie!"
"Come to mama!"

Salos kept struggling against the arms that dared to draw him into the sea of puckered lips and adoring looks.

“Sorry. I don’t think I need a mama.” He said as he tried to hold on, trying to not show how the word affects him.

Salos could feel the Midaras' arms starting to slip when a quartet of hands thrust him toward the barricade. The waiting Midara grabbed any part of him they could; his other arm, his collar, and even a hug managed to pull his whole torso in. In an overwhelming wave, pairs of lips crashed into his lips, cheeks, and neck.

Salos managed to turn enough to catch a glimpse of his assailants; the twin assistants of Chantelle, looking very pleased with the situation they put him in.

Within moments, a veritable horde of midara of all types had taken to kissing him into oblivion. Gothic, preppy, jock, magical, and more Midara had claimed him and his whole existence was the sweet sensation of kisses. The sound of smooches began to dissipate as he felt a pair of hands drag him from the crowd and up the ramp. As the two muscular security Midara kept dragging him to the back, a mostly-recovered Chantelle firmly pressed a kiss onto her hand and blasted it toward the semi-aware Salos. The flying lips collided with Salos's then-unaware face.

Salos awoke many hours later outside the inn he was residing at to the sound of a security SUV pulling away. He could feel the oily residue of countless lipsticks across his skin, and he could practically see the hearts orbiting his head. He let a smile across his face.

He had actually won this time.

(I didn’t expect to win that. Lol)

(That was quite the second wind at the end there!)

(Truthfully I wanted her to dominate me. Maybe use my fetishes to have some fun. But it’s nice to win once and a while.)