Ballerina's Unyielding Embrace (1 Viewer)

[VelvetVerse]

Chapter 1:
Mark sat at the corner table of the cozy coffee shop, fingers tapping nervously against the ceramic mug in front of him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of old wood and polish from the dance studio upstairs. He glanced at his watch. 6:01pm. She should be here any minute. His triathlon buddies had been coy about her, only saying she was a ballerina—young, vibrant, and unlike anyone he’d ever met. At forty-two, Mark wasn’t sure what to expect from a date with someone in their mid-twenties, but he was determined to keep an open mind.

The door chimed softly, and his head snapped up.

There she was.

She seemed to glide into the room, her presence commanding attention without effort. Tall and lithe, she moved with the kind of grace that made it look like the laws of physics didn’t apply to her. Her black hair was pulled into a tight ballet bun, not a single strand out of place. Her lips were painted a striking black, matching her nails, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, as they landed on him.

<i>Mark straightened in his seat, suddenly hyper-aware of his own posture.</i>

She approached with a bright smile, her laughter light and girlish, yet somehow magnetic. “Mark, right? I’m Elena.”

“That’s me,” he said, standing to shake her hand. Her grip was firm, her skin warm against his. “Nice to finally meet you.”

They sat, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Elena was animated, her hands gesturing as she talked about ballet. “It’s my entire life,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “I’ve been dancing since I was three. It’s not just a hobby—it’s everything.”

Mark nodded, impressed by her passion. “I can tell. I’ve never actually seen a ballet performance, though.”

Her jaw dropped in mock horror. “Never? Oh, Mark, we have to fix that. Right now.”

“Right now?” he laughed, taken aback.

“Yes! There’s a dance studio upstairs. I’ll show you.”

Before he could protest, she was on her feet, tugging him gently by the hand. Her excitement was infectious, and he let himself be led, curious about what she had in mind.

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The studio was spacious, with mirrors covering one wall and a polished wood floor that gleamed under the soft lighting. Elena disappeared into a small changing room, emerging moments later in a sleek black leotard and tights. The outfit clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve and muscle in her body.

<i>Mark’s breath caught in his throat.</i>

“Ready?” she asked, her tone teasing.

He nodded, unsure of what to expect.

She turned on some music—a hauntingly beautiful melody that filled the room—and began to move.

Elena’s dancing was mesmerizing. Her body flowed like water, each movement precise yet fluid. She spun, leapt, and landed with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. But what struck Mark most was the raw sensuality in her movements. There was something daring about the way she looked at him, her eyes locking onto his as she danced closer.

Before he knew it, she was right in front of him, her hands guiding his to her waist. “Hold me here,” she instructed, her voice low and smooth.

He obeyed, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her leotard. He could feel the muscles in her core tighten as she lifted her leg into an aerial split, her body balancing effortlessly against his support.

Her thigh brushed against his chest, and he couldn’t help but admire the strength in her legs. Every muscle was defined, from her calves to her glutes, the fabric of her tights doing little to hide their power.

Elena’s movements became more playful, her body twisting and turning in ways that brought her dangerously close to him. At one point, she used him as a prop, her hands resting on his shoulders as she leaned back in a dramatic arch.

Her breath was warm against his neck, her scent a mix of sweat and something floral. “You’re doing great,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear.

Mark’s heart pounded as she pulled away, only to leap into the air and land with her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossed behind him. Her hands tangled in his hair, her face hovering above his, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“How’s that for your first ballet lesson?” she teased.

“Incredible,” he replied, his voice husky.

She laughed, the sound light and carefree. Her thighs tightened around him, and he marveled at how effortlessly she held herself up.

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Mark’s hands rested on her thighs, feeling the power in them through the fabric of her tights. “You’re strong,” he commented, his tone laced with admiration.

Elena grinned, her legs tightening further. “I don’t need you to hold me up, you know. I can hang on just fine.”

Her thighs flexed, and he felt the pressure increase. Still, he didn’t pull away.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, though there was a hint of strain in his voice. “Just… your legs are <b>really</b> strong.”

She laughed, her thighs clamping down even harder. “What do you mean? I’m so small, and you’re a big, strong man. Surely, I can’t hurt you.”

Mark’s breath hitched as the pressure became more intense. His stomach muscles tightened involuntarily, and he felt his ribs begin to ache. The pressure felt arousing and intoxicating. “Elena…”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “What’s wrong? You want me to let go?”

“No,” he managed, his voice strained, but filled with desire. “I'm really enjoying this... just… your thighs are crushing me.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I'm here to please, but if it’s too much, just separate them.”

Mark tried, using one arm to pry her legs apart, but they didn’t budge. He added his other arm, his face turning red with effort.

Elena giggled, her thighs tightening further. “Having trouble? Blood going to the wrong head?” she added, looking over her shoulder at his bulging crotch.

Mark’s vision began to blur, the edges of the room fading into a hazy fog as Elena’s thighs tightened even more. His breath hitched, coming in shallow, desperate gasps. “Elena…” he managed, his voice barely a whisper, “I want you, but… I can’t… breathe…”

She tilted her head, her blue eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. “Oh, Mark,” she cooed, her tone dripping with mock concern. “Are you sure? You’re such a strong man. Surely, a little ballerina like me can’t be too much for you.”

Mark’s hands clawed weakly at her legs, his fingers sinking into the taut fabric of her tights. The muscles beneath felt like steel, unyielding and relentless. “Please… please,” he choked out, his voice strained and hoarse. “You’re… crushing me…”

Elena giggled, the sound light and melodic, but there was a sharp edge to it then. “Crushing you? Oh, come on,” she teased, her thighs flexing even tighter. “You’re making such a big deal out of this. I’m just a tiny dancer, Mark. You’re the one who’s supposed to be strong, remember?”

His chest felt like it was caving in, each breath more shallow than the last. But the lack of oxygen only added to his arousal. “Elena… please…” His voice was pleading by then, with desperate, but also sexual notes. “I want this, but… I can’t… my ribs… they’re—ugh—hurting…”

She leaned in closer, her face hovering just above his, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “You want this, huh?” she mocked, her breath warm against his skin. “Well, maybe you can take much more then you think. Fight me through the pain, Mark,” she added, seductively.

Mark’s face was flushed a deep red, veins bulging in his forehead as he gasped for air. “Elena—this… I can't fight... such pressure…” His words were barely audible then, each syllable a struggle.

She moaned again, louder this time, echoing in the studio. “I love how you struggle. Last a little longer and I'll...". She leaned in, kissing his hypoxic lips. "I'll bring your dreams to life. Isn’t this what you wanted? To feel me, to hold me?”

His vision darkened further, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Her kiss was bringing his arousal to a new level. But his stomach muscles were contracting painfully, his ribs feeling like they were being compressed by a vice. “Elena… I… I’m going to pass out…” he gasped into her mouth, his voice barely more than a wheeze.

She smirked, her thighs tightening one last time, squeezing the air from his lungs with a final, merciless grip. “You're going to be such a cute sleeper,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You’ll be fine. Just… relax.”

Mark’s body went rigid for a moment, and then, with a final, desperate gasp, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward, unconscious. Elena’s legs loosened, and she slid gracefully off of him, her feet landing silently on the polished floor. She leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from his face, her smile becoming soft, almost affectionate.

“Sleep well, Mark,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Then, with a final, playful glance at his slumped form, she turned and walked out of the studio, leaving behind only a faint, floral scent and a note on the table that read: “Loved our date, but I have to run. Maybe next time, I'll take care of you fully. – Elena.

 

[VelvetVerse]

Chapter 2:
The morning after the dance studio, Mark’s phone buzzed with a text from Elena. <i>Can’t stop thinking about last night. How about I come to your turf today? Let’s hit the pool. I’ve got access to a private one</i>. His heart skipped a beat. He typed back, I’m in. Send me the address.

Later that evening, they were standing at the edge of a pristine indoor pool, the water glistening under the soft, artificial light. Elena was in a sleek one-piece swimsuit, black as her lipstick, hugging her lithe frame. Her hair, usually in a tight bun, now cascaded in loose, dark curls over her shoulders. Mark couldn’t help but stare. Her legs, long and toned, seemed even more striking without the tights. Her calves flexed subtly as she shifted her weight, and her thighs—god, her thighs—were a testament to years of ballet, sculpted and powerful.

“You’re staring,” she teased, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Can you blame me?” Mark smirked, tugging at the waistband of his swim trunks. “You’re a vision, Elena.”

She laughed, a girlish, melodic sound that made his chest tighten. “Flatterer. But fair’s fair. You’ve seen me in my element. Now it’s my turn to see you in yours.”

They slid into the water, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. Elena swam a few laps, her movements fluid and effortless, while Mark watched, captivated. When she surfaced near him, beads of water clung to her skin, and she brushed a curl from her face.

“So,” she said, her voice playful, “I’ve been thinking. You’re a swimmer. I’m a dancer. We’re both athletes, right? How about a little competition?”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

She grinned. “Let’s see who can hold their breath longer.”

He chuckled. “Alright, but I’m warning you, I’ve got years of training on my side.”

“We’ll see about that,” she shot back, her competitive streak shining through.

They swam to the deep end, the water lapping gently at their shoulders. Elena floated closer, her body brushing against his. “How about we make it more interesting? We take turns holding each other under. You hold me first, then I’ll hold you. Whoever gives up first loses.”

Mark hesitated. “That sounds… dangerous.”

She tilted her head, her smile softening. “Trust me, Mark. I’ll let you up when it’s time. And I trust you to do the same for me.”

Her words, coupled with the earnestness in her eyes, melted his reservations. “Alright. You’re on. Ladies first.”

Elena’s grin widened. “Such a gentleman.” She positioned herself on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. “Ready?”

Mark nodded, taking a deep breath. She leaned down, her hands resting on his shoulders, and gently pushed him under. The world went silent as he submerged, the water closing over his head. He felt her shift, her legs sliding into the water, and then—her thighs wrapped around his head, locking him in place.

At first, he was nervous, his heart pounding. But then he felt her hands move, and the fabric of her swimsuit brush against his face. She slipped it off, her womanhood now bare and inches from his lips. His nervousness gave way to excitement. She guided him closer, and he began to lick, his tongue exploring her with fervor.

Elena moaned softly, her thighs tightening involuntarily around his neck. The pressure was intense, her muscles pulsing rhythmically, pumping blood to his brain. It was a strange, almost euphoric sensation—his vision blurred slightly, but he didn’t want to stop. Her legs were like a vice, but they kept him from passing out, the rhythmic contractions keeping him on the edge of consciousness.

As she grew more excited, her thighs clamped down harder. Mark’s vision darkened, spots dancing before his eyes. Just as he felt himself slipping, she pulled him up, gasping for air. Before he could recover, she pressed her lips to his, breathing life back into him.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice breathless.

He nodded, still reeling. “Yeah. That was… something.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “I’m so close, but I don’t want to interrupt our game. It's still my turn.”

Before he could protest, she straddled his face, her weight light but her glutes and thighs pressing firmly against his cheeks. “Same rules,” she said, her voice teasing. She began to play with herself, her fingers working her clit with practiced ease.

Mark tried to keep up, his tongue lapping at her eagerly, but it was overwhelming. Her movements grew frantic, and with a cry, she came, her body shuddering as she squirted in a torrent. The sheer force of it caught him off guard, and he struggled to swallow, choking as the water mixed with her essence. His legs spasmed, flailing beneath him, but she rode his face relentlessly, her orgasm driving her to the brink.

When she finally pulled away, Mark gasped for air, coughing and spluttering. Elena leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was incredible for me. Now it’s your turn.”

She guided them back into the water, her hands sliding under the water to tug at his trunks. They slipped off, and she sank down, her lips wrapping around him with practiced ease. Mark groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the pool as she took him deep, her mouth hot and wet against his sensitive skin. But then, she pulled him further under the water, her lips never leaving him. The coolness of the pool enveloped his chest, and Mark’s breath hitched as he felt her mouth move with even more precision, the underwater world amplifying every sensation.

Her hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as she worked him with an intensity that left him trembling. The water muffled the sounds of her movements, but he could feel every flick of her tongue, every suction of her lips, and the way her throat tightened around him. It was a surreal experience, being completely submerged yet so acutely aware of every sensation she was creating. The pressure of her mouth, the way her tongue swirled around his tip, and the occasional brush of her hand against his thigh—it was overwhelming.

Mark’s vision blurred slightly, the combination of the water and the intensity of her touch making him feel lightheaded. He tried to hold on, but it was too much. With a cry, he came, his release spilling into her mouth. But she didn’t stop. She kept going, sucking hard, her tongue flicking against his sensitive tip. He tried to push her away, his hands flailing, but she was relentless, her head bobbing up and down, her movements growing more intense.

“Elena,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Wait, please, it’s too much.”

But Elena didn’t stop. Her lips and tongue worked him with a relentless intensity, and Mark’s body trembled under the assault. “Elena,” he gasped, his voice strained, “please… it’s too sensitive.” She paused for a moment, her blue eyes glancing up at him through the water with a playful smirk, as if she can hear his plea. But then she dove back in, sucking him harder, her tongue flicking insistently against his oversensitive tip.

Mark groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the pool, his knuckles white. Every movement of her lips, every swirl of her tongue sent jolts of pleasure and pain through him. It’s too much, he thought, his body arching involuntarily. Her mouth was hot, wet, and unyielding, her throat swallowing him deep, and the sensations were overwhelming. “Elena,” he begged, his voice trembling, “I can’t… it’s too intense.”

She pulled back slightly, still under water, her lips hovering just above him, and for a moment, he thought she’d stop. But then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she kissed the tip softly, teasingly, before taking him fully into her mouth again. Her hands cupped him, her lips tightening as she sucked harder, and Mark felt like he was being pulled apart.

And then, she caught one of his balls with her lips, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. A sharp gasp escaped him, and his legs gave out. He tumbled into the water, the coolness enveloping him as he sank beneath the surface. Elena finally let go of his pained groin. But she held him down, her lips wrapped around his, her body pressing against him in the weightless underwater world.

For a moment, Mark was too stunned to react. The shock of the water, the overwhelming sensitivity, and the intensity of her touch left him reeling. But then, she pulled away, her lips releasing him as she floated closer. Her hands cupped his face, and before he could think, she kissed him—deeply, passionately. But there was something else, something unexpected. Her kiss seemed to draw the air from his lungs, and his chest tightened in shock. What is she doing? He tried to pull away, but she held him tight, her lips locked on his, as if she were sucking the very breath from him.

Panic surged through him as his lungs began to burn. His vision blurred, and his body started to shake, but Elena’s grip was unyielding. Just as he felt himself slipping into darkness, she pulled them both to the surface. They broke through the water, gasping for air, Mark’s chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Elena laughed, her voice light and teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re doing this wrong, Mark,” she said, brushing a wet curl from her face. “This was your turn to save me.” She grinned, her lips curving into that playful smile that always made his heart race. “Guess I’ll have to teach you how to hold your breath better.”

 

[Eminence]

Nice story!

I Hope to see a new chapter soon! Whit Elena in bikini <3 her legs are powerful but i hope to see more details on her muscular torso (i love ballerina's abs)

And... Is possible an FvsF chapter?

 

[VelvetVerse]

Nice story!

I Hope to see a new chapter soon! Whit Elena in bikini <3 her legs are powerful but i hope to see more details on her muscular torso (i love ballerina's abs)

And... Is possible an FvsF chapter?

Thank you for the reply, I will post new chapter tomorrow. I am not an artist, so attached is just an AI image. I didn't generate any more, as its hard to get AI to do what I want. There are interesting things happening in the story, but I have never written anything FvsF. I might try that in a different story.

 

[VelvetVerse]

Chapter 3:
The autumn breeze carried a crisp bite of an early evening, rustling the fallen leaves beneath their feet as Mark and Elena strolled through park. The soft yellow street light filtered through low tree branches, casting dappled shadows on the path. Mark glanced at Elena, her tall, lithe frame moving with a dancer’s grace, her black ballet bun shining when it caught the light. Her playful blue eyes caught his, and she flashed him a bright, mischievous smile.

“So,” Mark started, breaking the comfortable silence between them. “How do you hold your breath for so long? That was… impressive.”

Elena laughed, a light, musical sound that made Mark’s heart skip a beat. “Diving team in high school,” she replied, her tone casual but laced with pride. “I can hold it for, oh, about fifteen minutes if I need to.” She glanced at him with mock seriousness, her lips curving into a teasing grin. “You, on the other hand… you only lasted four. Gave me plenty of time to play.”

Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough. But that… thing you did with your lips. What was that? It felt like you were sucking the air right out of me.”

Her grin widened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. “Lung work. Helps with breath holding… and other things.” She winked, and Mark felt a flush of heat spread through him.

They walked in silence for a moment, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Then Elena sighed, her expression softening. “I really loved our time together, Mark. You’ve been… wonderful. Taking care of me, letting me lead.” She glanced at him, her eyes warm and genuine. “What about you? What’s your story? Athletic background, maybe?”

Mark shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the way her words made his chest tighten. “Wrestling team in high school. Nothing fancy, just some grappling and pinning.”

Elena’s eyes lit up, her playful energy returning full force. “Wrestling? Really? That’s amazing!” She clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “We should wrestle! My house is close—I’ve got practice mats we can use.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure about that? I’m not exactly a lightweight.”

She waved a hand dismissively, her confidence unshaken. “Oh, Mark, I know you’re strong. But trust me, I can handle you.” She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. “How about we make it interesting? When one of us gets caught in a pin or hold, they have to… please the other person to let go. I want you to be stern with me—don’t let me up until you’re really satisfied.”

Mark hesitated, his protective instincts kicking in. “I don’t want to hurt you, Elena.”

She stepped closer, her gaze steady and unwavering. “You won’t. I trust you.” Her voice softened, carrying a hint of vulnerability. “And I’m looking forward to… pleasing you to get out.”

They locked eyes, the unspoken challenge hanging between them. Finally, Mark nodded, a smirk spreading across his face. “Best of three?”

“Best of three,” she agreed, her smile lighting up the twilight around them.

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The mats in Elena’s studio were soft but firm, providing just enough give for their impromptu match. Mark stood in his boxers, his muscles tense as he watched Elena change into a stunning black leotard. The fabric hugged her slender frame, accentuating every curve, every sinew of her toned body. She moved with the grace of a predator, her blue eyes locked on him as she approached.

“Ready, big guy?” she teased, her voice lilting with amusement.

“Don’t get cocky,” Mark shot back, though his heart was already racing.

They squared off, the air between them charged with anticipation. Elena darted forward, her movements lightning-fast, but the mats gave her little room to maneuver. Mark caught her in a bear hug from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist. She laughed, the sound breathless and giddy as he lifted her effortlessly and brought her down onto the mat.

He landed on top of her, his chest pressing into hers as she struggled off her back. Elena squirmed beneath him, her laughter filling the room. All she could do was wrap her flexible thighs around his leg, her muscles tightening as she clung to him.

“Surrender?” Mark asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Oh, Mark,” she purred, her tone dripping with mischief. “What do you want for winning?”

He hesitated, his mind racing. “Kiss my face.”

She obliged, her lips brushing against his cheek, his jaw, his ear. Each press of her mouth sent a jolt of heat through him. But as she kissed him, her thighs squeezed tighter around his leg, the pressure increasing steadily.

“Play with my hair,” he added, his voice rougher now.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, but her thighs never loosened. Mark could feel his muscles beginning to protest, the nerves in his leg firing as the pain grew sharper.

Mark’s breath hitched as Elena’s thighs continued to tighten around his leg, the pressure building with every passing second. God, how is she this strong? he thought, his muscles screaming in protest. But he couldn’t say a word—not when he was technically winning. He had to hold on, had to keep her trapped.

“Elena,” he breathed, his voice strained but controlled. “You’re… doing great. Just keep going.”

She giggled, her lips brushing against his ear in a way that sent shivers down his spine. “Great? Oh, Mark, I’m barely trying. You’re so strong—you could keep me here forever if you wanted. Don’t you want more from me? You’re the one in control, after all.”

Her words were a taunt, a challenge, and Mark’s mind raced. His leg felt like it was on fire, the pain sharp and unrelenting. But he couldn’t let her win, couldn’t let her see how much she was affecting him. “More,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “Give me more.”

Elena’s laugh was soft, almost musical. “More? Are you sure? You’re the one holding me down, Mark. Shouldn’t you be telling me what to do?” Her thighs squeezed harder, the muscles like steel bands around his leg. Mark bit back a groan, his thoughts spiralling. How is she even doing this? It’s like she’s crushing me, slowly, deliberately…

“I—just keep going,” he stammered, his voice breaking under the strain. “You’re… doing fine.”

“Fine?” she echoed, her tone dripping with mock disappointment. “Oh, Mark, I can do so much better than fine. I’m not even using half my strength yet. Don’t you want me to really try? To really… please you?”

The pain was becoming unbearable, his vision starting to blur at the edges. Mark’s words came out in a rush, erratic and desperate. “Yes—yes, just… harder. Do more. I can take it. I can—please, just—”

Elena’s lips curved into a smirk, her breath warm against his skin. “Oh, Mark, you’re so brave. But you’re not asking for enough. I could keep this up all night, you know. You’re the one who has to tell me when to stop.”

Mark’s leg felt like it was being crushed, the pressure unbearable. His thoughts were a jumble, his voice barely coherent. “Kiss—kiss my neck,” he managed to moan, more plea than command, his desperation spilling over.

Elena’s eyes lit up, and she grinned. “I love hickeys.” Her lips latched onto his neck, sucking in hard. Mark gasped, his neck taut, his breath caught in his throat. Her suction was powerful, painful, and he could feel his blood rushing to the spot as his body tensed.

“Elena,” he choked out, his vision starting to blur. “I’m… I’m releasing you.”

But she didn’t stop, didn’t let up. Her thighs squeezed tighter, her lips sucking harder, and Mark’s world narrowed to the searing pain and the dizzying pleasure of her touch. Just as he felt himself slipping, he cried out, “I’m letting you go!”

She released him instantly, her thighs loosening and her lips pulling away. Mark collapsed onto the mat, gasping for air, his body trembling with relief and exhaustion. Elena sat up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

“That was fun!” she exclaimed, her voice excited and teasing. “I loved how you beat me, but it won't be so easy next time," She added with a mischievous smile, "Ready for round two?”

 

[Natuchodonosor]

Very nice, erotic stories.
Congrats!