Chapter 10 - On Dominance: Lei Fang


                                                    On Dominance

                                                        by Volpone

                                                  Grouping: Flatland
                                        Continuum: Hentai Crossover
                          Location: a sports arena closed for renovations

                                                 Chapter 9: Lei Fang

          This day was one Quinn was looking forward to. The lovely Chinese heiress, Lei Fang
was a tai chi chuan artist, and so her style of fighting was almost certainly the closest of all
the competitors to his own zhopach style. He was also curious as he had to wonder if
perhaps she might not be a good possibility for eventual recruitment. She had the same inner
focus he liked to see in their people, meaning she would likely be a good fit should he feel the
timing was right.
          Now he needed to discover if she was a good physical fit in other ways. It wouldn't
work if she turned out to be repressed around Phoenix's relaxed culture.
          As they both entered the ring (unlike Karin, Lei Fang had been early, speaking with the
three observers until Quinn got there not quite as early as she had), he was pleased and yet
slightly disappointed to see she was wearing her black sexy outfit held by the rings in the front
and laced at both sides, wearing full length evening gloves and lace-topped translucent black
stockings. He'd enjoyed the gorgeous traditional Chinese gowns she tended to wear, but he
had to admit that for his purposes here, she'd gone with a more accessible pick. Most of all,
he appreciated that she had chosen to forgo any of the silly bunny outfits, maid or nurse
uniforms that she might have picked, even if a few of them would have made them far simpler
to remove.
          One highly irrelevant point which had made him feel perhaps there was more than a
purely random factor about his attraction to this particular female fighter—her name literally
translated out as “beautiful phoenix”. He'd seen too many versions of “reality” to take that as
purely coincidental.
          She'd again chosen to wear her hair in the full braided loops at each side, paired with
her paired pigtail braids, and the irreverent part of him wondered if they were firmly enough
attached to provide grips for certain forceful activities.
          For her part, she saw an attractive but not tremendously handsome man who was
extremely fit without the bulkiness of a weight trainer. He moved easily and (something she
noted as being quite revealing) almost silently which was very interesting in a man who
weighed in the mid eighties (kilos being her natural mode of thinking). He'd have the
advantage of reach and strength on her, so she'd need to depend on speed and defense,
using counters whenever possible.
          She also found herself unconsciously comparing him to her continual competitor Jann
Lee. Quinn would have a couple of additional inches in reach and six or seven kilos of Jann,
though he didn't have the outward intensity. Still, she detected a kind of strength of character
in this new fighter, a core of resolve and confidence that made him interesting on a different
level.
          That she couldn't help but find him rather attractive was also very interesting. She
couldn't even decide how old he was. At their first meeting, she'd thought him at least a
decade her senior, but now seeing him stripped down to nothing but a kilt, she found herself
doubting that first assessment. He wasn't cut like Jann, but his muscles flowed under his
skin, no sign of a scar or blemish. (There was no reason she'd know Quinn's metabolism
would heal any scar in under a day and his p.a. web wouldn't allow his skin to be broken by
anything short of a cataclysmic event.)
          That he also smiled and looked so at ease going into this bout without ever seeming
arrogant was what attracted her the most. That his hair and goatee made her think of him as
a character out of Lord of the Rings didn't hurt.
          “Are the competitors ready?” Kasumi asked, finding she was enjoying her role as
observer more and more each time, and each time finding herself acting more the official
spokesman for the three onlookers.
          When Lei Fang nodded and Quinn said easily, “Any time,” she reached over to the
digital clock and as she pressed the button, she announced, “Begin!”
          The two fighters dropped into very similar stances, but to Lei's surprise, he began to
move as if she weren't present in the ring, going into a kind of exercise, and she fell back to
observe while staying on guard.
          All three of the others were surprised as well. Quinn had never done anything like this
before, and they all wondered what he hoped to accomplish by it.
          As Lei watched, she could picture his invisible opponent, both of them in slow motion
just as her own exercises were, some of his motions identical with only a slight difference in
hand angle or some tiny variation to show it wasn't tai chi he performed, and others oddly
unfamiliar. It was almost like seeing an alien interpretation of her own martial art, which was
exactly what it truly was if “alien” were taken to mean “not of this Earth”.
          His focus was astounding, his eyes never wavering to watch her, never checking down
at his feet, never actually registering anything of his surroundings but always seeing his
imagined counterpart. His breathing was slower than she'd have thought possible, but it was
so fluid and perfect, she found herself wanting to see just how good he could possibly be.
          After less than two minutes, the young Chinese woman watched him going into a
position she recognized, and she moved in and fell into the counterpoint as in “push-hands”,
exactly as if they were becoming partners in this ancient dance.
          The moment the back of her hand touched his, he went from exercise to active, his
speed instantly jumping to a competitive level, and Lei reacted instantly. They moved from
the recognized pattern she expected from years of practice to shattering the mold of her
preconceptions. His passage forced her to react and he continued to direct her responses
until she was able to find an opening to try a counter, inserting her own will into their bout.
          The observers outside the ring were surprised at the sudden departure from the
exercise, but then they'd not been expecting the exercise in the first place. The speed of the
two was also unexpected, Kasumi being the only one of them with anything approaching the
kind of reaction time they were demonstrating.
          Lei made sounds with each strike or kick while Quinn simply made a kind of puffing
sound, his breath escaping almost silently with each contraction centered from his core.
          They were relatively even for a couple of minutes, but the continued demands on their
muscles began to make Lei react just a tiny bit slower so when Kasumi called “Five minutes!”,
the young woman was expecting it when his next kick got inside her defenses, but as she
anticipated feeling the side of his foot taking her in the ribs, he instead pointed his foot and it
slid along her skin with amazing speed. Instead of impact, she felt his foot ripped directly
away from her. There was an instant of resistance, then she felt the tug from her outfit as the
ring at the base of her cleavage made a muffled metallic sound as it hit the canvas, and she
felt her clothes pulling back in two directions.
          She had managed a slight connection with her backhand counter but it had only been
partially effective, most of the blow glancing off.
          Still, he let her relax a moment as he fell back and acknowledged her hit as a fencer
might admit a successful touch in a rapier match.
          A slight smile tugged a the corners of her mouth as she did the same.
          While the loss of the ring holding together her outfit at the center might have been
slightly distracting to each of them for entirely different reasons, their bout didn't reflect it.
          They continued to trade and block blows rapidly, but she was needing to drop back and take a
brief pause between exchanges now, her muscles beginning to feel the burn of exertion.
          Then he got through her defenses again, letting her land a palm to his upper left
chest that he partly minimized by rolling it back, but his strike was more accurate and she felt
the jolt run along the median nerve of her left arm, leaving it momentarily weak and useless.
          Taking advantage of her position, his next strike came in and repeated his earlier trick
of popping loose the ring holding her outfit together at the neck.
          This time Lei had no option but to drop back because her black clothing was now a
hindrance, threatening to trip her or tangle her up, so she dropped back and he let her
disengage long enough to drop the useless thing off over her hips, leaving her in gloves,
stockings, and what were basically black underwear.
          He expected her to be somewhat concerned at being left topless, but he caught the
slightest flicker of a smile as she kicked the garment out of the ring as she rolled her left arm
to try to regain some use. She went back to a right shoulder lead stance, letting her left rest
lower where it would be under less stress.
          She attempted to keep him involved in low line attacks since both her legs were still
good, but he caught her with a blow in the meaty part of her right ass cheek and she was
limping, the impact with the nerve running by the right hip joint going largely numb.
          She instantly knew he had her, but he got in close and got her into a bind against the
ropes rather than take her out.
          “I hope you don't submit. Things can get a lot more interesting if you let them,” he said
for her ears along, and he released her, stepping back to allow her a moment to regain her
balance and also weight his words.
          He was very pleased when she flexed her impaired leg and arm before assuming a
classic tai chi pose on one leg (her good one), her strong arm forward, her weakened arm
coming up over her head, her weakened leg raised with the shin vertical and guarding her
from knee to midsection.
          “Ten minutes!” was the call just as he began his next pass. Her weakened limbs
prevented her from being nearly as good as earlier, but when they parted, she was amused
by his raising his eyebrows at her as he dangled her ruined panties from his finger.
          She went back to her one-legged stance, and he smiled since this basically exposed
her feminine charms to him while still offering her the illusion of defense. And she did it
without a sign of embarrassment.
          Someone understood how things had changed, but from how she looked, Quinn knew
he still had a challenge on his hands. Lei looked as if she were willing to play along but not
play dead, which was just what he hoped for.
          Her message was clear: If he wanted to have her, he had to come and take her.
          Now, to do it without ruining the rapport.
          Moving in, he told her, “You know, you shouldn't go showing that off unless you plan to
use it.”
          She gave him a slight smile and replied, “You shouldn't plan on using it without
showing me you deserve it.”
          There was a slight snicker from outside the ring, but Quinn didn't take his eyes from the
graceful Asian lady facing him to find out who it was.
          Quinn ducked in low and forward, and as she tried to get her leg into a defensive spot
and start a kick in counter, he did some kind of reversal, sending her foot by him and spinning
in close to catch her under her extended leg, leaving his other hand able to move and give
her a very intimate caress, drawing it directly over her labia in a manner that wasn't hurried
yet still over faster than she anticipated, making her miss her chance at to score a hit as he
retreated.
          His next attempt she was lucky enough to block, and she even caught him across the
back with a kick from her weak leg, but she suspected she was simply delaying the inevitable.
          Lei was beginning to feel as if she might be getting her arm and leg back in workable
condition when he came in again, and this time he hooked her weaker arm and bent her back
to the ropes, and when he let it go, she realized he'd gotten it trapped in a twist between the
top two ropes. It was a common trap for a wrestler, but for a martial artist it was unexpected,
and he basically rolled across her, keeping her pressed to the rope until he controlled her
other arm. She tried to slip free of the ropes but discovered that didn't work, so she
attempted to buckle his knee with a kick, but he was just quick enough to get her other arm
entangled in the ropes before she could connect with sufficient force to do any good.
          Looking at her from out of range, he smiled, not in triumph but in admiration. He finally
had an opportunity to appreciate her appearance without needing to be concerned if she was
about to kick him in the head.
          She was indeed worthy of appreciation. She was slender without that stick insect, waif
look that some fashion models supermodels suffered from. There was no doubt Lei was
completely feminine with curves where they should be. She wasn't as busty as some of the
others he'd battled but there was nothing wrong with what she had. It was fitting since tai chi
was all about balance and her figure certainly qualified, though he had to admire her yin.
          He gave her long enough to realize he'd gotten her hooked in the ropes so that it
wasn't possible for her to release herself without considerable time and effort since he'd had
the foresight to make sure the second rope had come inside the top rope before hooking her
into them so she couldn't simply push off hard and use the rope to assist her, unwrapping
herself with a back flip. As it was was, that would actually tighten the ropes. She needed to
do a forward roll to release the twist, and the bottom ropes made that near impossible without
assistance.
          Moving in, he was curious to see if she would continue to try to fight, if she would resist
just to make him work for his reward, or if she was going to simply give in as she could easily
do.
          He was pleased she went for the second option. When he got within range where she
could have kicked at him, she didn't, waiting to see if he would give her some opportunity to
escape. Quinn ran a hand along her trapped left arm, moving towards the shoulder, then when
he reached her neck, he slowed and caressed back and forth a few times, almost as if urging
her to relax.
          Lei felt her adrenalin being replaced with more pleasurable hormones, and only Quinn
realized this was only partly through the gift she couldn't know he possessed. Most of it was
her primitive reaction to a strong virile male she found instinctively attractive. That he had
shown himself her equal or better in hand-to-hand was interesting, but his behavior and
personality were very appealing to her, and she was feeling the post-combat rush of sexual
desire she often had. That she had a perfectly acceptable male here at hand in a position to
fulfill that desire was something she seldom enjoyed.
          It was a pity she couldn't just give in and cooperate. Still, she was curious to see how
he proceeded from here.
          He caressed her with the back of a finger up her neck to behind her ear, careful not to
catch the long dangling earring she wore. (Only in an animated universe would a woman
going into a martial arts match wear something to easy to catch on something. In most other
worlds, it would be an invitation to a ripped earlobe.) He continued to smile easily, not leering
or condescendingly as a conqueror, and she found she could actually enjoy what he was
doing while still watching for a chance to escape if it presented itself.
          His fingertips ran down her cheek, and she gave an amused smile in return, as if
almost challenging him to seduce her to the point where she could no longer resist.
          It was a challenge he was looking forward to.
          He trailed his fingers across the skin of her upper chest, but instead of proceeding
directly to her breasts or lower down to her genitals, he continued on across to her other
shoulder and out her arm. As his fingers barely brushed her skin, she felt the way her skin
reacted to his touch, goosebumps springing up in their wake, and she had an odd sensation,
as if she were picking up some subconscious signals. She felt it near what metaphysics
called her “third eye”, and it was actually very pleasant. (Interestingly, it had nothing to do
with Quinn's Talent but truly was the result of her own sensitivity from her practices and
meditation.)
          His hand caressed her hair, then ran down the nape of her neck, bringing up a much
larger case of goosebumps, and her breath caught slightly.
          He watched the way her chest rose slightly in unconscious response to his touch, her
nipples growing tighter, and his sensitive nose caught the whiff of female excitement.
          Then he leaned down, and slipping a hand behind her head, he kissed her.
          She moaned in surprise, then returned his kiss when she realized she was in no better
position to try to escape. Perhaps some harmless cooperation might help.
          It was a very nice kiss, strong but not too forceful. He didn't try to rape her mouth with
his tongue, but he rather continued to seduce her, teasing her more often than not, coaxing
her along, giving her brief moments of strength, easing back to soft and sensual, then going
all the way over to teasing until he hand her hoping for more.
          He didn't touch her with his hands yet she was having trouble already in keeping to her
resolve. She didn't want to give in, but it was so tempting.
          He had her reacting nicely when he broke the kiss and moved back, and he began
running his hands over her again, but now he concentrated on her breasts, not treating her
roughly but still teasing, his fingers light until he'd reach her nipples where he'd give her a little
tweak just before his fingertips would lose contact with her supple skin. Just a few tweaks like
that and he had her giving little moans and gasps, unable to keep quiet with him playing her
like some instrument.
          Then he was tracing her form with his feather touches until he was running over her
thighs, and she moaned in frustration, knowing fully well what he intended but unable to want
him to stop.
          When he started running his hand along the tender skin on the inside of her thighs, Lei
gave a whine and clamped her legs tight together, hoping to protect her most sensitive spots
from his seductive touch. He kept sliding his hand along the top of the gap between her
thighs, and she tried twisting away with her knees as she whimpered, retreating as much as
she could with her arms and shoulders holding her in place.
          “Why, Lei... you look as if you're not wanting to be touched you like this,” he teased her,
knowing she was fighting a loosing battle. He now had her biting her lower lip and scrunching
her eyes shut as she attempted to twist out of his reach.
          He didn't let her get away with that for long, and he scooped up her legs behind the
knees with his left arm and lifted until she was laying back in the ropes, suspended a few feet
off the canvas by her shoulders and his hold on her legs.
          She tried to keep struggling, but his new position had removed almost all of her wiggle
room. Now she could barely shift a few inches since she couldn't touch the floor and his arm
was hooked around her legs at the knees. She could kick with just her lower legs, but it
accomplished nothing but making her look as if she were child having a tantrum. Quinn was
in no position for her to land a kick effectively unless she wanted to try to actually kick him
square in the face, and she couldn't bring herself to do that when he wasn't truly mistreating
her, and she'd still be stuck hanging from the ropes. If she did land a kick, unless she
knocked him cold, she would be in a very bad, very vulnerable spot.
          She kept trying to wiggle away from his hands, but now that he had her elevated this
way, he could reach under her and run his fingers along part of her labia, so she clenched her
ass cheeks and tried to arch up to protect herself, but it was largely ineffective, his probing
digits finding the gap at the top of her thighs where she just couldn't keep him out.
          The lovely Asian woman was whimpering in frustration, fighting a battle both against
Quinn and now against herself. She didn't want to give up, but she wanted him to touch her,
too.
          He started curling a finger up so it would run along her outer lips, teasing her with a
“come here” kind of motion and she tried several more times to shake him loose, but his
fingers continued to probe and coax more pleasure from her.
          Then he shifted his grip to hold her a bit higher to give himself a better reach with his
free hand, and he could immediately tell he'd gained ground. As he'd shifted, she'd gotten the
leg nearer him shifted slightly higher so her thighs were no longer aligned to protect her
sexual organs as well, and he slid a finger inside to begin working on her resolve.
          “Fifteen minutes!”
          She still twisted and groaned in a combination of frustration and pleasure, but once
he'd gotten a finger inside her, she couldn't get him dislodged, and now he was stroking inside
her, quickly adding a second finger as he worked his digits around, going deeper and rubbing
at her sensitive spots more firmly.
          Her pleasure was increasing rapidly, and she tried to concentrate on her breathing to
prevent her excitement from moving over into climax as his confident fingers continued to
work on her hidden treasures, and her moans couldn't be disguised as anything but arousal
now. Her struggles were less frantic and more rhythmic now, flexing every few seconds and
holding there, then relaxing her muscles a second or two, then flexing up again as if she could
somehow manage to get high enough to evade his impertinent hand.
          Quinn decided he'd been coaxing enough and now he was going to see if she would
continue to resist after this...
          His fingers began rubbing faster, more focused on the spots he felt her react to the
best, and he could feel the slight swelling at the roof of her vaginal canal. He knew she was
barely holding on even without taking a peak inside her brain. She was wet to the point her
lubrication was dripping onto the canvas below her crotch like it's own localized rain shower.
          Then he felt her struggling change, going very rhythmic almost like a waltz in slow 3/4
time. She wasn't twisting now, and her flex and arch gave him much better ability to hit the
spots he was aiming for.
          Stepping up the speed at which he was masturbating her, she gave a moving gasp that
slid into a moan slowly rising, telling him not to change anything because she'd just lost her
battle against her pleasure. Then as her voice neared the top of its range, she jerked and
bounced in the ropes restraining her arms and shoulders, her cry of release still trying to deny
this was what she wanted.
          “Yeah!” shouted Mika, and all three of the observers applauded, totally destroying any
illusion of their impartiality.
          It seemed Lei didn't mind.
          Now that he'd beaten her resolution not to orgasm, he wasn't sure if she'd relax into
her enjoyment or not, but it appeared the pretty Chinese woman was more resolute than that.
          Just because he'd gotten her there once didn't mean she'd submit.
          It also didn't mean he couldn't do it again, which he did less than a minute later.
          “Aaaaahh!” she yelled as her body betrayed her once again, jerking strongly in his grip
as her head went way back and she arched away from the fingers he controlled her with.
          He lowered her legs back down to the floor, leaving her arms entangled, and she hung
there breathing heavily, but she refused to look at him, her eyes still shut tightly against the
scene he was playing out on her body.
          She felt him again caressing her chest, but this time he was much more aggressive,
squeezing her so her voice moaned out in pleasure even as she resisted, then trapping her
firm nipples and puuuuuuulllling to make her gasp and thrash in his grip.
          Each step made her lose more and more of her resolution not to give him the
satisfaction of knowing he'd won, but she was so close to giving in. Her body was leaping at
his touch even when her mind was telling it to behave, to not betray what they were feeling
with each brush of his fingers.
          Then she felt something brush her lips, and she knew instantly it wasn't just a finger
any more. She gave a whimper and tried to turn her head, but when she did, her tongue
snuck out to wet her lips in anticipation. The warm soft-yet-firm thing ran along her cheek
sensually, yet she still kept her head averted, knowing what would happen if she turned back
to him...
          And then she felt her neck begin to move. He wasn't touching her other than the
lightest teasing brushes of the thing against her cheek, but she found her body refusing to
obey her will, the two parts of her warring but now her body gaining the upper hand.
          She heard the whimper of frustration and desire escape her throat, and she felt the
thing again tease its way across her moist lips.
          He said nothing, but he didn't need to. He knew she was fighting his battle for him.
          Then she felt her mouth begin to open as her tongue moved 'round her lips, then flick
slightly as if trying to reach something but it stayed within her mouth, just visible to him.
          Again it brushed her lips ever so softly...
          And suddenly she leaned forward and captured the hard cock he'd been teasing her
with in her clinging lips.
          “Mm!” she moaned happily, surprised at the size of the object filling her mouth. She
refused to look, but with nothing but the nerves of her mouth and tongue to go by, it felt
enormous.
          And wonderful. The sensation of the silky glans gliding over her tongue as she caved
in her cheeks and sucked him deeply into her eager mouth made her groan at the unbridled
sensuality of it, and she did everything she could to make him want to stay right there, tossing
her head and rotating it as she went down each time. Without her hands, she had to work
harder with her mouth, but Lei was glad to do it, bringing the same focus she employed in her
tai chi to this earthy path to pleasure.
          “Twenty minutes!”
          The words were ignored by both of the former competitors, and they both concentrated
on the amazing things her mouth could do.
          “Twenty five minutes!”
          She still had him in her mouth when she felt his shift his weight, and the ropes holding
her arms were moving.
          Then she was free, and she was able to relax her shoulders for a moment.
          Then as soon as her arms felt partly recovered, she brought her hands up, her eyes
still closed as if she were dreaming, and she cradled his scrotum with one hand as the other
held him by the hip.
          And her greedy mouth kept trying to suck him off.
          His hands slipped into her hair, and she moaned in joy.
          Then her mind registered the fact she was free. Free to do what she wished.
          She let go of the cock in her mouth, and stood.
          He watched her open her eyes and he looked at her with a question.
          Okay, what do you intend to do next?
          She leaned back and hooked her arms over the top rope, looking at him with a worldly
smile of invitation.
          He leaned down and picked her up by the knees, one under each armpit, and he
stood, again suspending her from the top rope and her legs, but this time it was with her full
cooperation and a new purpose.
          It took a bit of maneuvering on their parts, but she quickly felt the head of his tool
parting her outer lips, and she hooked her lower legs behind him and pulled him forward.
          The moment he penetrated her, she gave a huge gasp and arched up, quivering there
frozen for one incredible moment...
          Then she was moving, urging him on, meeting his strokes firmly and smiling up at him,
the spring of the rope behind her actually giving her a bit of assistance.
          Once she began cooperating, he discovered the young Chinese lady had physical
talents in other ways than martial arts. Either Lei had some happy boyfriends in the past or
she was dedicating some time alone to practice because the muscles lining her velvet cleft
were every bit as capable as the rest of her.
          Had he not been afraid it might ruin the moment for Lei, he'd have given her a heartfelt
compliment, but as it was, he had to settle for a giving her a look of admiration as she
squeezed him tight with each thrust.
          Then her breathing became more ragged, her look took on a more desperate
expression, and he recognized the signs instantly. He began to match her timing, and he
finally decided to do a bit of cheating by sliding over to monitor her reactions.
          What he discovered was surprising. Lei was already well into the climax range, but
she was trying to hold off either to get him there with her or simply to stretch out the incredible
pleasure she was experiencing right now.
          Not willing to make an end of things yet, he read what she was hoping for, and he
shifted his aim just a bit, giving her a bit more lift at the end of each stroke, putting more
pressure on her firm little clit.
          She immediately gasped and shook, biting her lower lip once again as her head went
back too far for him to be able to see any more, but her body told him what he needed to
know.
          Her following cry made him smile broadly, and she thrashed in his grip as she came. It
was a wonderful orgasm to judge by her reaction, but she didn't squirt or come close to
blacking out, and that told him she had plenty of room to enjoy herself more.
          She was already amazed. Before today, she'd always been a one orgasm per session
gal, but he'd forced her to change her mind earlier by making her come more than once with
just his fingers, so now that her mind could accept the idea, she found herself soaring in
ecstasy but already reaching out for more, happy to discover just how much pleasure she
could find at the hands of such a man. It wasn't even a conscious thought so much as her
body teaching her mind through making it happen.
          He kept moving, stroking firmly across the sensitive spots he was showing her, and
she in turn was doing whatever she could to make him share her joy... the continually building
rise of greater and greater pleasure.
          He had her ready to come again less than a minute later, and she was amazed at the
fact. She was not just feeling more pleasure but peaking more often than she dreamed
possible.
          She grasped the top rope hard and held on tight as she bounced again, feeling the
heat lightning flare through her belly and shake her existence.
          The three women outside the ring watched Lei Fang hunch and then bounce, hunch
and bounce as her orgasm took control of her, the expression on her face (though upsidedown
to them) a mask of tension and ecstasy.
          Kasumi was so involved, she almost missed the clock go to 30:00.
          “Thirty minutes! Lei, do you want to continue?” she asked, already knowing the
answer. The Chinese damsel almost failed to catch the question she was so overwhelmed, but
she managed to wave a hand enough to tell them she was in control still.
          Kasumi looked at her two fellow observers. No one had kept going after the thirty
minute mark before, but they knew the rules.
          Mika observed with a broad mile, “She clearly heard you, and she made no sign of
wanting to quit.”
          Reiko nodded, “I think she intends to keep going,” and looking at the woman in the
throws of climax, she added, “I know I would.”
          Kasumi said officially, “The challenger is conscious and chooses to continue the match
beyond thirty minutes.”
          Quinn was unconcerned with the time. He'd spent much more time breaking down
Lei's control than any other challenger, so when she was willing to keep going, he wasn't
about to make her regret her choice.
          But he also knew she hadn't gotten to the state he wanted to get her to. He wanted to
see if he could make this lovely lotus blossom learn to ejaculate.
          He knew she was capable of it. He'd been able to feel the tension from her Skene's
when he'd been monitoring her nervous system. The trouble was so many women assumed
it was their bladder since it felt like pressure from the same area, ans so they wanted to
repress it. It wasn't something most women talked over with their mothers, so it was almost
always a matter of “self-discovery”.
          Quinn had an inside track on helping with that.
          He shifted his hands to go under her firm young ass, and he held her that way,
encouraging her to keep her legs wrapped around him, and he kept stroking away but moved
his left hand up close to where they were coupled because he needed a bit of her lubrication
to get her ready.
          While Lei might not be a squirter (yet), she was certainly wet as he'd discovered earlier.
          The canvas where he stood was quite damp from the precipitation they were churning up by
their motions, so her backside was already rather damp and he only needed to capture a bit
to move onto his next trick.
          With his fingers wet, he got back and began to tease her by running his finger around
her anus, and her instinctive reaction was to tense up, but he simply waited for her to relax
again so he could stroke across the opening again, and this time her body barely reacted.
          Soon, he was able to circle around her, and he waited until he knew she was getting ready for
her next orgasm before taking advantage of her body's distraction.
          She was rocking harder, getting ready for her next peak, when she felt the pressure
from her anus, but she was pushing to catch the next wave like a surfer trying to pick “the big
one”, and as she was set to tumble into her next incredible release, Quinn invaded her back
entrance with his finger up to the second knuckle.
          Because of his timing, he caught her just before she ignited so his finger actually
added to her stimulation and she came even harder that the last time, her body feeling it was
due to this extra penetration. (It was true, but sometimes it was easier to show that to tell.)
          This time, as she was coming down from her high, he was counter-timing her, sliding
his finger in as he slid his cock out and then reversing the motion, doubling up on her body's
feelings, not letting her lose nearly as much excitement as before this new approach.
          Once he had her accepting his new impudence, he began to work his ring finger in as
well.
          As soon as she felt the second finger join his first, she clenched down on him and
started to writhe involuntarily, the feeling of his doing this to her indescribable. She'd played
around a bit this way in the past, but usually by herself and never when she was so excited,
and while before it felt naughty and forbidden, here she was loving it being done to her in front
of others, and she couldn't care less.
          Quinn was secretly more than a little pleased by her reaction, telling him he'd likely hit
on the right combination.
          She gave a cry and arched up high, shaking hard as her next climax struck, and as she
did, Quinn tried to get her to relax her sphincter a bit, and as she did, he got a third finger in
with the others and pushed it in.
          Lei gasped at the sensation, and she couldn't tell any longer what was causing her to
come so strongly. She couldn't stop trembling, and Quinn could tell she was starting to tire.
          But not before he tried to tip her over the edge into a nice wet ejaculation.
          He eased back until he'd withdrawn completely from her cunt, and he lifted her a bit
higher with his hands. Since he already basically held her by her ass, getting her in position
wasn't difficult. His big concern was if she were willing to trust him.
          It was a risk but it had to be now. If she weren't ready by this time, she'd likely never
be.
          He shifted his hand and withdrew his fingers slowly so she wouldn't tense up and undo
all his relaxation he'd been teaching her. She moaned in disappointment, just having learned
how much she liked this new kind of play and already having him take it away.
          Getting into position, he gave her the gentlest, “Shh...” as if telling her not to worry, and
he started lowering her down.
          She felt the head of his cock in a place she wasn't used to, but she found herself
willing herself down faster, almost afraid she'd lose her nerve and her body urging her on.
          The crown of his cock spread her asshole wider, and she grasped the rope and pulled,
unsure if she wanted it to start or stop, but when the flaring ridge popped inside, she gave a
cry and started shaking even harder.
          Here we go, he thought, and he shifted his hips forward as his hands lowered her
down.
          She felt him sliding inside her ass, and she felt balanced on the brink of something
frightening in its intensity. It seemed raw and untamed and as he filler her up, she felt the
pressure she'd been holding back inside her wanting to break free, but she was scared what
was going to happen.
          He gave another flex of his hips, and the last few inches slid up into her backside...
          And she yelled out, a spasm rocking her as her pelvis hunched, and then she felt it
gush from inside her, coming like she'd never felt, a new kind of ecstasy that was pure and
uninhibited and so fucking good...
          She gave another cry as if in pain, which she was, but not the kind she wanted to stop.
          She cried as if she'd never known what she could feel and wanted to cry at the thought it
might end. Her emotional sob fled from her, and when she felt him move, pushing himself
inside her again, she cried out again, another rush of her juices sluicing from her as she hung
there and cried and came.
          And then he asked, “Ready, little one?” and he started to move.
          Dear god, it felt like he was about to tear her apart but she'd have wanted to kill him if
he stopped.
          He started fucking her ass in this position and Lei discovered what pleasure she hadn't
known, and how pain played such a role in it, but all sorts of things swirled around inside her
that she didn't figure out until much later.
          He was stroking harder now, and her sobs were more frequent, but her body continued
to meet his with each thrust, reveling in this wicked sensuality she'd only toyed with until now.
          She grabbed him with her legs tighter, not wanting him to escape, but she wanted to
feel more of him, too, so she reached out with one hand, begging silently for his help.
          Confident she wouldn't fall, he moved one hand from beneath her and took her hand in
his.
          Immediately, she pulled herself up and then she had both arms around his neck,
pressing herself to him as she held on for dear life, mashing her chest to him as she rode him.
          Her face was buried in his shoulder, and she kept sobbing, but she could still hear the
growl rising in him, starting so softly she hadn't heard it but rather felt it. As it came to the
surface, she knew he was at an end, too, and she wanted to be there with him.
          Quinn felt his balls draw up tight, the clench of her anus around him setting him off,
and he gave a groan as he stroked up into her sweet ass and squirted into her, and her
answering sob as she shook and soaked him, squirting against him point blank and splashing
all over the ring around them.
          Lei hung there, feeling more of his cum flooding inside her, and she clung to him as if
afraid she would wake up at any moment and the thought was terrifying.
          He held her like that, holding onto her and again supporting her weight in his grip.
          Finally, he asked, “Are you okay?”
          Her face was still buried in his shoulder, but she nodded, not trusting her voice and
unwilling to show her face quite yet.
          His lips kissed her shoulder, and he asked her gently, “Are you all done?”
          Again the silent, hidden nod.
          He turned his face to the ladies standing there, “Time?”
          “Forty-two minutes, ten seconds,” he was informed.
          “Forty-two minutes and ten seconds it is... No decision?”
          The three agreed, smiling.
          He turned his face back to the young woman trembling, wrapped around him, and he
kissed her on the neck gently.
          “Yeah. Can't have two winners,” he said, not believing it for a second.

          The competitors received a text: “LEI FANG REACHES 42MINS 10SECS, NO DECISION. WINS
500K.”
