Branching Out (for APlaying)

[CaptainL]

The bear hug was a mainstay in the arsenals of many a power wrestler for a reason - it was a move that drew on upper body strength to put pressure on one's opponent, and someone who had a respectable command of strength could draw that same force into their grip. Yuna had already discovered that Garlim's strength was commendable, perhaps up there with some of the most formidable women she'd ever met - and now, she had all but invited Garlim to turn all that strength against her airways in challenging her to use a bear hug against her! As Garlim's muscles bulged and her arms squeezed in tighter around her, a hoarse wheeze was forced out of the brunette's lungs. The world around her blurred and darkened - and, if what Garlim said was true, it was only going to get worse from here!

When Yuna heard it, her eyes went wide and her face paled. Garlim had mentioned her true power - did that mean that up until this point, even with all the strength she commanded, Garlim was holding back? "Wait, what do you-" Yuna began. Maybe, she thought, she hadn't been thinking, and she had made a mistake. But it was far too late for her to back out now!

Garlim hoisted Yuna straight up into the air, still locked in her tight embrace! The apartment wrestler let out a yelp to find herself above the mat, suspended from Garlim's grasp! She could feel herself teetering, and the hairs rose on the back of her neck as she thought of how much it'd hurt if she fell now. She couldn't even think to take advantage of how Garlim's face had buried itself into her bosom, which ordinarily should've been handing her a counter - she was too terrified by the thought of what was in store for her next, and that thought had left her paralyzed! For now, Garlim had free reign!

[APlaying]

Garlim's face remained sunk into Yuna's chest, breathing heavily as her opponent's large bust expanded around her head. She felt Yuna's heart pounding beneath her cheek, and the heat of her skin was intoxicating. Garlim's grip tightened, her muscles flexing with effort as she lifted Yuna into the air. “Aaah... you're so... so... soft.” moaned Garlim, her voice muffled by Yuna's breasts.

She couldn't help but snuggle deeper, her face pressed against the warm flesh. The blonde goddess's hands began to slide down Yuna's back, her fingers digging into the muscles as she searched for the perfect spot to apply pressure.

She found it, and a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she squeezed. But suddenly, Garlim would notice how helpless Yuna was from this position. Something that made her blush even more from embarrassment. “Aah...” After a second, Garlim began to slowly crouch down with Yuna in her arms. Slowly she leaned forward to lay Yuna gently on the canvas.

Garlim sat on the more mature wrestler's belly and grabbed her by the wrists, beginning to slide them over her opponent's head. “Hey! I-I'm so sorry, I think I overdid it.” Said the blonde goddess somewhat embarrassed by her action, the fact that she had hurt Yuna like that made her feel bad.

At the same time Garlim was swaying gently from side to side, making her large bust sway like a pendulum caressing Yuna's lips. “I think... I might prefer to bend you this way.” She said before dipping her opponent's face between her huge marshmallow mountains.

[CaptainL]

As Garlim hoisted her high into the air, Yuna sucked in a breath. Her whole body went tense; her nerves were standing on end in anticipation of the inevitable fall that was to follow, and the collision that would accompany it. How long, she thought to herself, would she be at Garlim's mercy like this? When would the blonde decide to let her go - and just how hard would it hit her when she fell? What was her opponent's plan?

Yuna wouldn't get the answers she was after - because, to her surprise, Garlim wasn't looking to bring her explosively back to earth after all. A moment passed, and then another, all while Yuna asked when she'd be thrown to the mat...but then, Garlim brought herself down low, gently rolling Yuna onto her back. The brunette blinked a few times. She hadn't been expecting this at all. Garlim seemed to have her in the perfect position to land a devastating slam...so it was somewhat of an anticlimax when she instead set her back down as though nothing had happened. It seemed as thought that hadn't been her scheme at all.

"A-Aahh..?" Yuna winced, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, but when she looked up, she saw that Garlim had transitioned to pinning her down from above, holding down her wrists as her weight pushed against her. If anything, it seemed as though Garlim herself was ashamed to have held Yuna at such peril. She raised an eyebrow curiously, still making sense of the situation. "You'd...stop so soon?" she asked, her voice soft and choked. "My dear, you had the perfect setup to a bodyslam, I was expecting you to follow through on-"

Just then, though, Garlim would move in to press her chest down over her face - and Yuna's voice was drowned out into a muffled, wordless groan, swallowed up in her sparring partner's cleavage! It seemed that Garlim had decided that, for all her strength, she would rather apply her skills in a softer, more grounded fashion - more in keeping with what Yuna herself specialized in, in fact. The brunette was honored by the thought that Garlim was learning something from her...but it was hard to focus on that when the air was being smothered out of her lungs beneath Garlim's weight! She began to shuffle from side to side beneath her foe, trying to get somewhere she might be able to draw breath. But it was going to be hard to bring Garlim to budge!

[APlaying]

The blonde goddess only blushed heavily at Yuna's comment, she felt somewhat ashamed of herself, but at the same time relieved that she didn't have to hurt her opponent. “I'm sorry, I thought it would be wrong to do that.” She said somewhat apologetically. “Although on second thought... I think you would have been able to take the throw no problem.” She joked.

Garlim's chest pressed firmly against Yuna's face, her large breasts wrapped around her opponent's head. She could feel Yuna's body squirming beneath her, trying to escape the suffocating pressure. Garlim's grip on Yuna's wrists tightened, holding her in place as she leaned closer. “Shh... don't resist.” whispered Garlim, her voice muffled by Yuna's hair. “I see you're experiencing problems, but it won't be long before you feel comfortable. Just relax and let me show you something.” Garlim slid Yuna's wrists until they touched her head, this to put her hands in a very awkward position to maneuver.

“Since you are someone experienced, this situation will be familiar to you. The best way to escape from this situation is to use your legs.” Garlim mentioned as she slid her knees next to Yuna's hips, her thighs molding nicely to the Yuna's sides. “For that, you need to build up momentum in the strength of your hips. So I'm going to lock them in, to make it a little more complicated.” Garlim mentioned with a chuckle, as she moved her chest gently from left to right, sinking Yuna's head a little deeper into her smooth, gaping cleavage.

“Now, what you need to do is slide your feet up to arch your legs. So that way you try to push me with your hips to the side, to free yourself from suffocation. Sounds simple, don't you think?”