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Dus worked solo for some time and encountered the team known as the Broken Pearl; a very strong team who seemed to be working for the greater good, but also seemed to enjoy the Pit life style. He specifically butted heads with the member known as Florges.
Pictured here are three separate encounters between them.
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Pic 1:
Florges from the Broken Pearl is somewhat cocky from her more aristocratic upbringing and training. Dus, meanwhile, came from nothing and gives his all to offer help to those less fortunate. Naturally, these two were polar opposites when it came to ideals and as the fight started, they felt that they would never see eye to eye.
However, as the match went on, Florges was surprised at the fair talent Dus expressed in the ring, completely obeying the rules. Dus had a similar sensation as most alleged aristocratic opponents would be prone to using dirty tactics, but not Florges.
Still, as the fight waged on and neither fighter could gain any solid ground on the other, they had to pull out the much more potent techniques.
Dus, showing strength and acrobatic technique that belied his physique, knocked Forges into the air before chasing after her, wrapping her up into the Ice Rock Driver, freeing his legs from her head just before impact.
Was the match over? Dus certainly hoped so, because if Florges got up, he was most certainly going to be at her mercy. Though he had to admit that, with a body like hers, that may not be such a bad thing.
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Pic 2:
Florges and Dus... They met when they happened to be opponents in the ring and ever since then, they frequently encountered one another. Usually for sparring matches since Dus often would fight on behalf of the Broken Pearl association before he joined Mother's Cradle. It was often hard to tell if they were honestly fighting or flirting in a violent manner as neither one seemed to be willing to give up or turn down an offer of a sparring match.
During one bout as the two of them, sweaty and winded, knew they had one more move to try and put their opponent down. Dus lunged at her, but she slipped behind him and threw her legs around his head, making him collapse to the mat as her strong thighs tightened around his head, putting quite the squeeze on him. Dus' only point that he could grab her to alleviate the pressure somewhat was on her toned yet soft ass. Even as her clamping hurt and restrained him, her thighs on his face felt rather fantastic. Every time his hand grabbed her ass, she'd tighten up on him, sometimes trapping his thumb between her cheeks. She eventually started to chuckle at him.
"Ready to give up, fat boy?" she taunted.
Dus wasn't in any condition to break the hold... but he also wasn't in too much of a rush to give up and have her let go... Not that Florges seemed to mind.
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Pic 3:
Once again, Dus found himself in the ring with Florges. While clothing is permitted, a fighter is permitted to continue to fight in the nude if they wish, however they are often at a disadvantage. Dus had considered some aspects of how that might be the case, but Florges wanted to give him a firsthand example.
Wearing only their wrestling boots, the two went at it, although they held back for more damaging blows since this was just a spar. Amid the few grapples and strikes, Dus went for a bear hug, but soon found his face awash in Florges' unrestrained bosom. Even though it was only a moment or two, it was more than enough time for Florges to pull on his ears and make him drop the hold before she caught him off balance and sent him tumbling onto his back, his legs kicking up in the air from the force of her shove. With his primary advantage of his posture upturned, his soft belly now pressing on his chest, it was easy for Florges to grab and lift his ankles, making him rest on just his head and shoulders. He started to struggle in the compromised position before he noted that she was starting to laugh, making him pause, only to see that her stance over him had her looming her moist, inflamed loins over his own.
Despite their sparing and exhibition matches, Dus never attempted a humiliation with Florges when he won, but she also never did the same to him when she won. He wanted an encounter between them to have something a little more honest behind it, but as a result, he was easy to arouse when the two wrestled. He remained stunned as he watched her let go of one of his ankles to grab his hard shaft, aiming it up to her wet lips.
Was she really going to do this? He didn't have long to ponder as she eased herself down onto his hard shaft. His mind was aflutter as he'd wanted to do this with her for so long but only now, during a friendly spar was it happening. His eyes rolled back as he watched her legs flex as she pressed down on him before pulling back up, grinding down onto his crotch while she kept his legs in the air, her muscular insides gripping every inch of his sensitive flesh. She brushed her hair back as she sighed and rolled her head back, her stomach flexing and twitching as her smug expression broke for a few moments and a shudder ran through her.
The entire situation was more than he could handle as he felt himself shudder, pulsing and throbbing inside of her as his climax rolled through him, her smile returning before she suddenly snapped her fingers and pointed outside of the ring. There was the loud DING of a bell as Sectonia stood next to it, chuckling.
That was when Dus finally got what Florges meant; a three count pin is all it takes to lose and he had been on his shoulders for a lot longer than that.
That said, Dus had to admit that this was the best loss he'd ever taken.