Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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Unbeknownst to Blake, The Shadowcat was casting quite the striking figure from her mounted triangle choke position. At least from Zane's enviable perspective. The flexed strain between her thighs being in direct contrast to her upper figure relaxing serenely as she brushed some wayward hair strands from her forehead. Sweat-hued abdomen defined via honed muscle training and mystifying golden irises cast downward in contemptuous judgment for the throttled streamer becoming noticeably placid. Blake earnestly figured that this could be the maneuver that finally settles down Zane's rambunctious nature and insatiable-"Mmnnn~...Whattha~..." Blake blathering gibberish once Zane's suckling mouth nestled into her crotch in conjunction with the massage swirls of her buxom pair, shivered yearning coursing all throughout her as she started blanking on whatever she intending to do with this submission in the first place. Sultry pants taken as she relaxed to the point of slouching forward and clamping onto the middle rope with the referee remarking that Blake must undo the submission because of the rope break. "Oh...Uh, do I have to?" Blake's baffling question earning an equally baffled "...uh, yeah." from the referee. Blake rolling her eyes and unraveling her legs to take a flummoxed powder against the ropes, taking fatigued breathes with one arm draped over the middle tether.

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Zane had begun to eat Blake out not as part of any grand plan or strategem to get free and take the advantage in this match, no he did it purely out of a mix of instinct and wanting the pleasure of eating Blake out and groping her breasts, even if he was knocked unconscious as a result. However her getting so worked up and pleased by the stimulation to the point she fell forward and accidentally triggered a rope break was definitely a happy accident that he could live with.

"Haghhhhhhhhh." Gulping in a massive amount of oxygen to kick start his brain Zane would roll over and push himself up on his elbows, looking up just in time to see Blake's full some ass right in front of him as a result of her flummoxed heap state against the bottom rope. "Mhm damn." Zane said in appreciation as he crawled forward lifting himself and draping his body on top of Blake's own, his arms circling Blake's body, one hand resting on her stomach while the other went to her breast to squeeze as he did before.

"So I'm guessing I can do something right eh kitty?" He whispered into her ear before trying to stand up, pulling Blake with him to her feet if he was successful with their bodies pressed against one another, his groin digging and thrusting into her rear end. "Don't worry babe, soon we'll be having having a lot more fun." He said with a kiss to Blake's neck and a quick flick to her groin before delivering a punch to her gut to try and double the woman over breathless and stunned....

Thus allowing him to take one of Blake's arms and pull it between her legs where he'd grab it... then lift her up into the air and then down to the mat with a pumphandle powerbomb! One that if it connected, Zane would then follow up by grabbing Blake's legs and pushing them down as far as they'd go towards her head while pressing his groin to her rear end for a sexy folding pin!

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Convenient though it may have been as a suitable excuse, Blake knew that she couldn't pin one hundred percent of her flummoxed state onto whatever cocktail the streaming fratboy compelled her to chug down. Muff dives weren't exactly the prototypical method of escaping submissions that the coach teaches you in wrestling school and therefore came as nothing more than a pleasant, succulent, and luscious surprise to Blake. Whose elation was most definitely clouding her judgment as she hunched over and clasped the middle rope which inadvertently broke her own submission. Commentators remarking on what may have been a first within the wrestling industry as Blake was sunken against the ropes with fatigued breathes after having her garden watered. Except whatever respite she thought she have had was circumvented by the streamer's pounced musculature burdening her from behind as she sagged further against the ropes. Blake subtly squirming from Zane's swirled kneading on her heaving abundance and whispered sweet talk within his arms as if they were yearning lovers.

"...Tch...remains to be seen..." Blake remarked in hollow defiance considering her facials were flummoxed red with a gasped breath taken once hoisted upward, the noticeable rigidity of his manhood swelled against her caked backside sparking speculation as to just what Zane has packing down there. A spellbound fixation shattered by the thwacked strike into her breadbasket which compelled her to arch over with a stuttered cough. A prime position to have her own arm tucked between her toned thighs with gawked confusion plastered on Blake's visage, giving way to yelping astonishment from the hefted ascension and ring quaking fallout. The flaccid Shadowcat muttering into her own breasts and subjected to a mortifying pin attempt which compelled Zane's fratboys companions to holler in approval of considering she was literally having her ankles pinned behind her head. Blake's attempt at kicking out working, but with the caveat of Zane plummeting down on the fatigued shadowcat with her legs crossed behind his waist. One provocative position transitioned into another...

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Zane smirked viciously as he pinned Blake down in a way he was sure every man and even some women in this room wish they could after seeing her. Feet on either side of her head, folded up all sexily and ass pointed in the air with his groin pressed fully into that impressive cake. Then just to really cap off how great this way Zane would add in a hard thrust to Blake's ass the ref counted. One, and then two and then... "Whoa!" Zane gasped softly as Blake kicked out, causing him to fall down on top of her with the woman's legs wrapped around his waist! Now despite the pin not working Zane would keep smiling as he went from one glorious position to another with Blake as he'd give that third thrust of his hips into her groin without a care in the world.

"Aw you wanna keep going baby? Alright." Zane would say as he slid his arm under Blake's body so his palm pressed against the small of her back. Meanwhile his other hand would grab one of her legs and cross it over the other. As he did so Zane would then stand up, pulling Blake with him and with his grip on her legs to hold them together around his waist. If successful then Zane would walk around the ring, parading Blake around a bit before heading back to the center of the ring where he'd slide his hands up her legs and back before moving to go under and lock her arms up before jumping and throwing his legs out to slam the woman tail bone first into the mat with a wing clipper!

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