Polissage de la perle, With a good hug routine.

[APlaying]

Garlim's fingers twitched beginning to grow very tired now in Ambre's strong grip, to the point where her head slumped down next to her companion's. She wasn't passing out, but she certainly wasn't surviving, as Ambre made sure to catch her breath enough to carry her with all her remaining strength. This brought back bad memories for Garlim, her giant chest had been forced to expand massively against The Ambre's face, as her back and belly sagged a bit. Her arms were now too flabby at her sides. The blonde goddess began to inadvertently gesture with her hand to keep from fainting.

"T-Tch, mmmm..." Garlim could perhaps ask Ambre to put her down and not hurt her, for he didn't have the strength to resist. But her competitive spirit made her refuse to back down, even as she found herself moaning and being carried like a little girl in Ambre's arms. Her strength was slowly leaving her, which made her body feel softer with each passing second.

The choked screams came out even though she had nothing left inside her, this only reminded her of the pathetic image she had after receiving Ambre's Moonsault, which instead of motivating her only filled her with helplessness. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, feeling her energy drain out of her limbs, completely ending the blonde goddess's movement and ending her inhalation with a last sigh of agony.

[Bearhug Goddess]

As their bodies continued to press harder and harder, making it difficult for Ambre to even breathe, Garlim slowly but surely began to lose her strength and let moans of pain, and fatigue, escape her lips. Ambre simply sighed in fatigue and let Garlim fall back to her feet, continuing to hug her with that same powerful bearhug.

"Mnngh !.."

Her arms were starting to get tired but she must not give in, she had to continue to squeeze Garlim with all her strength until the blonde gave up or lost consciousness. Her eyes did not leave those of her opponent, ready to see the slightest sign of weakness and surrender and finally release her when it would be the case.

[APlaying]

Garlim's head slowly lowered, her cheeks taking on a slightly flushed tone. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her fingers were stiff and her sides ached. Although her arms were heavy and sore, the thought of surrendering to Ambre was unthinkable to her, she could not allow the black pearl to dominate her like this again. “Mmph!... Pfft!..” Her moans became softer, mixed with a gasping breath, as if she had just run a marathon.

Garlim's chin would slowly lay back against her own expanded chest, her eyes and teeth no longer clenched, leaving her mouth ajar revealing an adorable expression of a resigned Garlim giving in to Ambre's control. Ending up passed out and completely limp in Ambre's arms, Ambre could now do whatever she wanted with her.