Every Fiber of My Being Wants To Puke At Once When I Say This...

[Hills]

Wyvern's comparatively impressive restraint costs her dearly, as Alizeh seizes on the momentary delay and brings her down to the mat before she's able to capitalize on her faster recovery. Even the momentary disorientation from the rapid change in position is enough of an opening for Alizeh to snake her limbs around Wyvern's body, and by the time she's fully grasped her surroundings the Emerald Storm has locked in a submission that she recalled being told about but not the name of. Something astrological, maybe?

"...Feck."

A cursory examination and few exploratory wriggles were enough to confirm what she already knew: Alizeh had the hold fully locked in and wouldn't be easily escaped from. In a real match Wyvern might have been able to figure out a way to escape, but that was irrelevant to the training itself. A small growl of frustration escapes her lips.

"So I lasted, what, 30 seconds? This is off to a great start."

[Bare]

Throwing herself over Wyvern and hooking her legs around her arms while bending the other behind her and locking her hands around the woman's neck and pulling her upwards, securing a ring of saturn's submission! Smirking softly as she felt the woman twisting and jerking slightly within her hold to seemingly no avail.

Chuckling slightly as she heard her frustrated grunt Alizeh would keep a careful watch on how tight the submission was, not trying to make it too much, even if she was sure Wyvern would tell her otherwise. "I'd say closer to a minute personally, but you still have the chance to escape." Alizeh said jokingly before trying to motivate the dark haired woman.

[Hills]

"Right, well, I'll think about it after you finish tightening the hold. We both know you can do it harder and my opponents won't softball me. Besides, my saya always told me that pain was a good motivator."

Assuming that Alizeh is willing to indulge Wyvern's typical self-destructiveness, she waits for the hold to be fully locked in before beginning her explorations again. She twists a few times, clearly in no hurry despite what should be agonizing pain running through most of her upper body. While she can power out of some holds, the grip being so high up on her arms makes that much less feasible. After a few moments, she goes still, apparently satisfied with her investigation.

"Ok, question."

Her voice is calm. Normal for her.

"You've put your tongue in someone's anus before. Why?"

While the question itself isn't that out of the ordinary, given LAW's general atmosphere, the fact that it's coming from Wyvern is far more notable. Even with their growing closeness, the Irishwoman has never voluntarily spoken about anything sex related since a catastrophically embarassing attempt at banter during their second match.

Hoping to distract Alizeh with shock, Wyvern gives an instant for the question to process before hauling her body upward and curling her legs in with all of her strength, getting her knees under her. Pushing off the ground, she attempts to roll back over Alizeh to plant her feet and come up to a standing position, giving her quite a bit more freedom to move or retaliate even if Alizeh is able to maintain her grip through the violent motion.

[Bare]

Yep there it was. Took Wyvern hardly any time to notice that the hold wasn't applied to its fullest extent and she wasn't even going to bother trying to escape till she locked it in at one hundred percent.

"Alright if you say so." Alizeh said with a playful roll of her eyes before wrenching back, locking the rings of saturn for all it was really worth which would undoubtedly send shocks of pain up the woman's spine and shoulders but as was characteristic of the woman she wasn't showing it not yet at least as she began shaking and squirming, trying to escape it.

Now all that was what Alizeh would have expected from Wyvern, pretty par for the course. When Wyvern said she had a question though Alizeh couldn't help but raise a brow while looking down at the woman. 'W-W-Wait W-W-Wha?!" Alizeh asked, a blush appearing on her face from how.. intimate and out of nowhere such a question was, especially from Wyvern of all people.

Of course this is naturally what the Irish woman wanted as she suddenly twisted managed to get her feet under her, the sudden shift and movement making Alizeh snap out of her shock! 'Oh I see what she did.' Alizeh thought, instinctively releasing her legs from Wyvern's arms and rolling down her back before she would stand.

Hitting the mat and rolling further Alizeh would get her feet under her and pop up to her feet as well with a smirk on her face. "Aww look at you being creative." Alizeh said teasingly as she began to circle Wyvern, already looking for a potential opening in the woman's guard now that they were both back to a neutral position.

[Hills]

She was pretty sure it would work. But the sheer effectiveness of Wyvern's unexpected inquiry goes far beyond her wildest dreams. She hadn't just taken Alizeh off-guard, she had embarrassed her. If you'd asked her a month ago, she would have said that was impossible. This isn't precisely what she had intended to get out of these practice sessions...but it wasn't unwelcome.

"Huehuehue..."

Releasing a low chuckle as she returns to her feet, Wyvern turns to face her likewise-ascending tutor. Before saying anything, she rolls her shoulders to loosen them from the remaining strain of the hold before lifting her arms into a passable grappling stance. She needed to be prepared in order to avoid being taken offguard after her moment of triumph. A teasing smile of her own mirrors Alizeh's smirk.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to use that strategy in a real match. Besides, you haven't answered...my..."

Wyvern trails off, her brain catching up to her mouth at the same time the delayed embarrassment of her words came crashing in like a tsunami. It had been a strategy. She could handle that just fine. Words delivered for an intended effect to gain an advantage in the fight. Now, she was just talking with a friend, and she has no more buffer to hold off the resulting mortification. Feeling her face flushing a deep crimson, Wyvern ducks her head and lowers her gaze to Alizeh's chest. She may not be able to look her friend in the eye right now, but she's not going to give her an opening to take her down so easily.

[Bare]

Alizeh was legitimately enjoying the sparring session so far. Not that she never did before hand, but a pure grappling match of just holds and ingenuity was something else entirely than the technical leaning, but occasional brawling spars they've had in the past. Likewise more and more Wyvern was starting to come out of her shell and actually talk to her in a more casual and dare she say fun way. Granted what Wyvern asked her, even as a way to get free was pretty outrageous, enough to catch even her off guard.

But as both resumed grappling stances and started to circle each other a bit she would flash a smile at the Irish woman who brought it back up, even seemed down for a full on convo, only to stop and gain a sudden severe blush. No doubt a result of just how personal that question was, guess even if she was the one that asked she wasn't immune to the effects now that she had time to really fully process it in its entirety.

Which just might give Alizeh a little advantage going forward. "For the record, it actually feels REALLY good for the person it's happening too." Alizeh said in total honesty, hoping to perpetuate Wyvern's embarassed state as she suddenly darted towards the Irish woman but rather than a front lock up Alizeh would instead duck low past the woman's guard, trying to get behind her to slide her arms under her armpits and pull up to try and lock her into a full nelson hold!

[Hills]

White-hot humiliation floods through Saoirse's entire body. She wasn't naive, exactly, particularly after spending more than a year in one of the top sex-fighting organizations on the planet, but even bringing up such a topic was still uncomfortable for the inexperienced lass. When Alizeh teasingly forces the conversation to continue, however, embarassment gives way to an alternative, much more dangerous state: academic curiosity.

"Wait, it does?"

Saoirse's gaze shifts to the side, absentmindedly removing distractions from her field of view so that she can direct her full attention to this newfound piece of information.

"That doesn't make any-FECK!"

She knew it was coming. She knew Alizeh was going to try to do it. She knew how she was going to do it. There's no excuse for this. All of this, however, is meaningless in the fact of the reality that Alizeh has her back. Not for the first time, Saoirse curses her juvenile curiosity.

"All right, you sour apple-flavored shitehawk, you can have this one."

In this moment, however, it occurs to Saoirse that she can use this to her advantage. From this hold, Alizeh can't see her face. With that in mind, she can speedrun the embarassing conversation while Alizeh can't tease her as easily, satisfy her curiosity so that it stops distracting her, and get her head back in the game. It's a solid plan.

It would be more solid if the two weren't directly in front of one of the gym's mirrored walls, giving Alizeh a perfect view of Saoirse's increasing humiliation, but the Irishwoman is far too focused on her feet to make note of that particular detail.

"That still doesn't make sense, though. The perianal region has a lot of nerve endings, sure, but so do the fingertips. In order to derive...prostate or abnormally deep...but that would necessarily require..."

Whatever Saoirse's saying, her voice is rising in an out of audibility, half because of embarassment and half because she's starting to go into one of her mutter cascades. As she works her way through this line of thinking, Alizeh can suddenly feel the Irishwoman's entire body tense up as she comes to a conclusion.

"Hold up. Does that mean...can you actually get your tongue, you know...in...there? Not just around the surface?"

The Dame of Damnation, ladies and gentlemen.

[Bare]

Just like that a reversal had been reversed. Both in the physical sense and in the mental with how Alizeh had used Wyvern's own playing into the innuendo that had originally been used against her, right back onto Wyvern!

Managing to catch the ravenette off guard with her little burst of honesty in regards to how the experience of a tongue in the ass could be pleasurable, Alizeh now held the dominant position, just behind the girl while pulling her arms back in a full nelson, smirking as she listened to Wyvern.

Content to hold the position for now, both as a chance to rest, as well as an opportunity to sit back and let the woman put the pieces together bit by bit which was downright HILARIOUS for Alizeh as she actively repressed the urge to burst into full on laughter.

"D'awww I love it when you bust you the creative nicknames you big ole' cream puff you." Alizeh shot right back to Wyvern at being called a 'apple flavored shit hawk' by the woman only to continue smirking as she leaned back, yanking up on the Irish woman's arms with a teasing grin as she nodded along to what Wyvern was saying, knowing the pain wouldn't bother her much as finally... Wyvern came to the final conclusion of how it worked.

"Ding Ding." Alizeh said jokingly before clearing her throat. "But yes my dear Saoirse, it is in fact possible to get your tongue up there, touch those nerves and send shocks. through someone." Alizeh purred out, adding extra emphasis on the shocks as she leaned forward to where her lips were right by Wyvern's ear.

"I can even give you a demonstration if you want ~" Alizeh cooed out before giving a teasing bite to Wyvern's ear lobe, knowing full well that the action would either cause Wyvern to react violently, or completely short circuit. Either way it would be awesome.

[Hills]

Saoirse had taken a big risk with her earlier gambit, and while it had paid off in the short term, she'd overextended and it was costing her severely in both the physical and conversational sparring that had ensued. Working her way through the implications of Alizeh's statements had taken her focus away from breaking free, and while she had still been instinctively testing the hold for grappling-based escapes, her mind was firmly elsewhere. This left her with nowhere to go when Alizeh went for the kill.

"I can even give you a demonstration if you want ~" Alizeh cooed out before giving a teasing bite to Wyvern's ear lobe, knowing full well that the action would either cause Wyvern to react violently, or completely short circuit. Either way it would be awesome.

The close proximity, the tone, the feeling of Alizeh's breath on her ear. The entire situation was charged, filled with an electricity that Saoirse had never felt before. A shiver is already going down her spine even before she feels Alizeh's teeth close in around her ear lobe. A whirlwind of emotion and physical sensation rushes through her, and, shifting uncomfortably, she brings her gaze off her feet for the first time since they reached this position. She sees the mirror. Sees her own face: vulnerable, bright red, confused and overwhelmed. Finally, she sees Alizeh. Meets her eyes. Realizes her face has been fully visible the whole time.

Conscious thought shuts off.

On pure instinct, Wyvern clasps her hands in front of her and shoves her head back, loosening Alizeh's grip. Her arms immediately snap down like a beartrap, ripping Alizeh's hands apart and pinning her forearms to the sides of Wyvern's ribcage. She immediately releases the hold, bringing her arms back and up over her shoulders to seize Alizeh by the back of the head and pull her into a three quarter facelock. Finally, she bends at the waist, dragging Alizeh over her and driving her into the mats with a standing snapmare.

All of this takes place over the course of barely a second. When she comes back to herself, Saoirse takes an unsteady step back, still unsure of how to handle the situation. Her jaw works for a few moments as she tries to speak, before making her first good decision in some time and clamping it shut. Instead, she steps back in and silently offers a hand to help Alizeh up.

[Bare]

Oh this was great. Before even biting down on the woman's ear lobe Alizeh could see through the mirror the level of effect her words alone had on Wyvern as her entire face got read and any attempt to resist or test the confines of the hold stopped. That's about what Alizeh had expected, though was a little disappointed there wasn't sputter or gasp. Saoirse totally seemed like the type to do that.

Only Alizeh would be proven wrong not even moments later. But not by the Irish woman saying anything. No instead by her arms suddenly getting ripped away from Wyvern's own before her opponent's hands clamped down around her head making the greenette's eyes widen in shock. All before she was suddenly pulled off her feet and over the raven haired woman's shoulder and flung down to the mat!

"Ugh!" Alizeh groaned out, laying there for a moment... Before bursting into laughter. "Hahahaha oh man that was awesome!" Alizeh laughed out, kicking her leg against the training mat a few times before turning over and seeing her friend offer her a hand up.

Smiling and taking thee hand up Alizeh would get back to her feet and toss her hair back with a chuckle. "Hehe, ok ok I'm sorry. Probably took that a bit far, I just knew you'd probably get flustered and pfft it was pretty great won't lie." She said in apology but still stifling a giggle here and there as she looked directly at Wyvern, justtttt in case she maybe wanted some payback.