Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
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Safiyah knew from the start just what was at stake. Not just the fact that winning her debut match would put her in a good spot to be in, but with how much of her pride is putting stock into it. Losing the match was one thing, but to a woman like Cleo, that was a horrible thought. An unacceptable result that she couldn’t bear the imagination where it’s reality!
Perhaps that’s to why the Egyptian put more than 100% into this. Mind you, she already had plans to make her debut as spectacular as ever, but dealing with this woman put more fuel into making this as humiliating a showing as possible. It was annoying enough that Cleo seemed to keep up with her, though Safiyah believed that she was the better out of the two. Her get-up was inferior to the Egyptian’s, she thought, and she wasn’t even trying! And for any action the Brit tried to do, Safiyah sought to prove she could do better.
And Safiyah got a nice showing, sending Cleo careening down to the mat. Not as satisfying as a full, clean foot-to-face contact, but it was a showing of confidence. Being able to parry the taller woman’s leg before sending the Brit stumbling back. The Azure Cobra had the most smug smile on her face, even as the British Model rolled back onto her feet. “Oh please, even someone with their leg amputated could have blocked that.” Safiyah retorted mockingly, keeping that leg up for a moment, wriggling her toes just to add a taunting “come hither” gesture towards her hated opponent.
Once Cleo returned to her stance, Safiyah coiled her leg back, as if preparing for another charge. And of course, Cleo darted in, her limb pistoned out fast, seeing to nail her square in the face. That was until Safiyah’s raised foot shot out and collided with Cleo’s own, an audible smack of flesh as their kicks met. She smirked at the British Model, content with bruising her ego. However, that wouldn’t be the end of it, especially as Cleo began to pull her leg back before shooting that limb again.
A flurry of kicks fired towards the Azure Cobra, aiming with oppressive fury. Safiyah’s foot would be the only thing used to defend herself, reacting to the sudden movements wherever it targeted her face or chest. Instep, heel, sole, toe, they all clashed against each other. “You know, I wonder if my old trainer put you up to this.” Safiyah talked all the while the chaos continued between the two. “Perhaps they figured two minutes of kung-fu flicks is enough to match my brilliance. I feel sooooooo bad for you. At least you’re trying! Guess I’ll give you that much…”
Perhaps that’s to why the Egyptian put more than 100% into this. Mind you, she already had plans to make her debut as spectacular as ever, but dealing with this woman put more fuel into making this as humiliating a showing as possible. It was annoying enough that Cleo seemed to keep up with her, though Safiyah believed that she was the better out of the two. Her get-up was inferior to the Egyptian’s, she thought, and she wasn’t even trying! And for any action the Brit tried to do, Safiyah sought to prove she could do better.
And Safiyah got a nice showing, sending Cleo careening down to the mat. Not as satisfying as a full, clean foot-to-face contact, but it was a showing of confidence. Being able to parry the taller woman’s leg before sending the Brit stumbling back. The Azure Cobra had the most smug smile on her face, even as the British Model rolled back onto her feet. “Oh please, even someone with their leg amputated could have blocked that.” Safiyah retorted mockingly, keeping that leg up for a moment, wriggling her toes just to add a taunting “come hither” gesture towards her hated opponent.
Once Cleo returned to her stance, Safiyah coiled her leg back, as if preparing for another charge. And of course, Cleo darted in, her limb pistoned out fast, seeing to nail her square in the face. That was until Safiyah’s raised foot shot out and collided with Cleo’s own, an audible smack of flesh as their kicks met. She smirked at the British Model, content with bruising her ego. However, that wouldn’t be the end of it, especially as Cleo began to pull her leg back before shooting that limb again.
A flurry of kicks fired towards the Azure Cobra, aiming with oppressive fury. Safiyah’s foot would be the only thing used to defend herself, reacting to the sudden movements wherever it targeted her face or chest. Instep, heel, sole, toe, they all clashed against each other. “You know, I wonder if my old trainer put you up to this.” Safiyah talked all the while the chaos continued between the two. “Perhaps they figured two minutes of kung-fu flicks is enough to match my brilliance. I feel sooooooo bad for you. At least you’re trying! Guess I’ll give you that much…”
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Re: Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
Admittedly Safiyah was a pretty skilled opponent when it came to kicks, being fast and agile enough to not only avoid Cleo's own blows but fire back with her own attacks at her. Impressive but oppressive for Cleo, in fact she would try and return fire in such a way herself, blasting kicks off in a rapid fire rate, pushing Safiyah back or so she hoped, but just as she had non stop offense Safiyah was demonstrating some impressive non stop defense, using a single foot as well too parry and defend against Cleo's own lone foot.
Narrowing her eyes as she heard Safiyah's words the British woman would give a glare. "Sorry love, but I don't know or care about your pitiful little trainer or whatever drama you two may have." Cleo said mockingly before using her foot as she extended it out to try and push Safiyah back and get some distance between them. If successful in doing so then Cleo would push forward, swinging her leg around low as if for a leg sweep, only to spin around as if doing a pirouette, spinning her leg around in order to try and drive a round house kick square into the Egyptian woman's face!
Narrowing her eyes as she heard Safiyah's words the British woman would give a glare. "Sorry love, but I don't know or care about your pitiful little trainer or whatever drama you two may have." Cleo said mockingly before using her foot as she extended it out to try and push Safiyah back and get some distance between them. If successful in doing so then Cleo would push forward, swinging her leg around low as if for a leg sweep, only to spin around as if doing a pirouette, spinning her leg around in order to try and drive a round house kick square into the Egyptian woman's face!
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Her other leg barely had to move at all for balance, the Egyptian’s defence simply coming from a single leg and foot. Not moments in the crowd’s reaction grew into the match, which got louder and louder with every single clash of their limbs. The only thing that would have made it better is if Safiyah was hitting her, but the Azure Cobra could appreciate this. That is mostly a single nitpick, however. Much as she’d dreamed of the perfect debut, the Egyptian showed how capable she was.
And yet, she couldn’t get that feeling of irritation out of her mind. Cleo proved to be capable. Very much so. Just as Safiyah is showing fancy defence, Cleo is right there as the aggressor. Her form wasn’t shaky either, and despite the taunts from the Egyptian, Cleo matched her movements well enough.
That single admittance was painful to say, even with the masking of confidence all over Safiyah’s face. Cleo’s credence and conviction were too great to whittle it away to cause inadequacy. Sheer humiliation did not unnerve her and Safiyah hated to admit it, but being on the defensive alone won’t do any matters.
Despite the annoyance, Safiyah’s excitement grew. However, she didn’t expect to enjoy this. Hatred to her foe notwithstanding, the appeal was too great to suppress. And it felt that with each brutal clash of limbs, the more her distaste gave way to something else. Which made things frustrating as the bluenette’s execration soon shared space with euphoria. And that caused a clear unbalance.
So much so that Safiyah didn’t clock what Cleo had said or that her leg suddenly missed the target, the only time she snapped out of herself was right after Cleo’s high kick pushed her back, a harsh blow that collided with the suspiciously oil-slicked, bare sole right onto her face. Safiyah blinked hard, her leg returning to the ground, but Cleo was hot on the pursuit. The heterochromatic gaze looked stunned, Safiyah making a hasty effort of defence to react against the leg sweep. Only that it wasn’t a leg sweep, the British Model spinning round before bringing that same leg again and the bare instep cracked against her cheek like a whip.
"PUUGH!"
The Egyptian spun round, head spinning round first before the body followed suit as she stumbled towards the ropes, her hand holding her cheek. Looking incensed, she immediately off the ropes, charging straight at the supposed Paragon of Passion with hurried steps. Getting close enough, Safiyah threw herself downwards while planting a hand onto the mat as her toned leg shot out to try to sweep Cleo off her feet…
…Or at least, have it look like she was going to do that. She intended to send it slow enough and wide enough that it would be easily seen and dodged, fishing for a reaction. From there, Safiyah suddenly switched her hips and sent the other leg upwards instead, looking to clock Cleo right in the face, her instep itching to smack at that cheek!
And yet, she couldn’t get that feeling of irritation out of her mind. Cleo proved to be capable. Very much so. Just as Safiyah is showing fancy defence, Cleo is right there as the aggressor. Her form wasn’t shaky either, and despite the taunts from the Egyptian, Cleo matched her movements well enough.
That single admittance was painful to say, even with the masking of confidence all over Safiyah’s face. Cleo’s credence and conviction were too great to whittle it away to cause inadequacy. Sheer humiliation did not unnerve her and Safiyah hated to admit it, but being on the defensive alone won’t do any matters.
Despite the annoyance, Safiyah’s excitement grew. However, she didn’t expect to enjoy this. Hatred to her foe notwithstanding, the appeal was too great to suppress. And it felt that with each brutal clash of limbs, the more her distaste gave way to something else. Which made things frustrating as the bluenette’s execration soon shared space with euphoria. And that caused a clear unbalance.
So much so that Safiyah didn’t clock what Cleo had said or that her leg suddenly missed the target, the only time she snapped out of herself was right after Cleo’s high kick pushed her back, a harsh blow that collided with the suspiciously oil-slicked, bare sole right onto her face. Safiyah blinked hard, her leg returning to the ground, but Cleo was hot on the pursuit. The heterochromatic gaze looked stunned, Safiyah making a hasty effort of defence to react against the leg sweep. Only that it wasn’t a leg sweep, the British Model spinning round before bringing that same leg again and the bare instep cracked against her cheek like a whip.
"PUUGH!"
The Egyptian spun round, head spinning round first before the body followed suit as she stumbled towards the ropes, her hand holding her cheek. Looking incensed, she immediately off the ropes, charging straight at the supposed Paragon of Passion with hurried steps. Getting close enough, Safiyah threw herself downwards while planting a hand onto the mat as her toned leg shot out to try to sweep Cleo off her feet…
…Or at least, have it look like she was going to do that. She intended to send it slow enough and wide enough that it would be easily seen and dodged, fishing for a reaction. From there, Safiyah suddenly switched her hips and sent the other leg upwards instead, looking to clock Cleo right in the face, her instep itching to smack at that cheek!
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Re: Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
How long would it be Cleo wondered before her little concoction broke down her proud Egyptian opponent's mental defenses and rigid focus to turn her into a mewling mess at Cleo's feet. Of course she supposed that would depend on how many clear cut hits Cleo could land on Safiyah in the span of this match. That remained to be the biggest problem of course. As determined and insistent as Cleo's strikes were Safiyah's defense was impeccable at parrying her blows.
But as it stood the aphrodisiac that Cleo had used was still a factor and it seemed that sure enough, even if it was weak for right now it was just enough for Cleo to take the advantage, smacking Safiyah in the face and pushing her back! Smirking at this Cleo would immediately drop down into her neck attempt at pressing the advantage, spinning around and managing to deliver a brutal kick right into the woman's face and pushing her back as a result, and increasing the dosage of the aphrodisiac as a result.
Pushing herself up to her feet immediately Cleo would smirk evilly as she stood above her opponent, only for Safiyah to take the momentum of her hit and drop down to hands to try for a leg sweep on Cleo! "Tsk." Cleo breathed out as she leapt up, aiming to jump over Safiyah's leg, only for it to be a ruse as the woman's other leg the swung up to smash into Cleo's face!
"Gah!" Cleo yelled out as she was knocked backwards, almost onto her back if not for Cleo putting her arms out under her to catch herself, bringing her legs in as she did so Cleo would then throw them out in what would be a kip up under normal circumstances, only after extending her legs out to leap back into the air Cleo would bring her legs back in and curl through the air in a roll, before extending just one leg out, intending to try and drive her heel directly into Safiyah's face while she'd hopefully still be down on the mat in a falling axe kick!
But as it stood the aphrodisiac that Cleo had used was still a factor and it seemed that sure enough, even if it was weak for right now it was just enough for Cleo to take the advantage, smacking Safiyah in the face and pushing her back! Smirking at this Cleo would immediately drop down into her neck attempt at pressing the advantage, spinning around and managing to deliver a brutal kick right into the woman's face and pushing her back as a result, and increasing the dosage of the aphrodisiac as a result.
Pushing herself up to her feet immediately Cleo would smirk evilly as she stood above her opponent, only for Safiyah to take the momentum of her hit and drop down to hands to try for a leg sweep on Cleo! "Tsk." Cleo breathed out as she leapt up, aiming to jump over Safiyah's leg, only for it to be a ruse as the woman's other leg the swung up to smash into Cleo's face!
"Gah!" Cleo yelled out as she was knocked backwards, almost onto her back if not for Cleo putting her arms out under her to catch herself, bringing her legs in as she did so Cleo would then throw them out in what would be a kip up under normal circumstances, only after extending her legs out to leap back into the air Cleo would bring her legs back in and curl through the air in a roll, before extending just one leg out, intending to try and drive her heel directly into Safiyah's face while she'd hopefully still be down on the mat in a falling axe kick!
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Even before she started her career in wrestling, Safiyah would dream about the first hit or the first attack that she’d made to set the pace of the match. A weird thing to think about, but she would often dream about every intricate detail of how a match would go. However, it often falls to kicking someone a few times, breaking them with submission holds and then defiminating and demeaning them. Didn’t matter what other details there were that followed that same plan.
From the beginning, it hasn’t exactly gone like how Safiyah had imagined, though that’s a testament to how tough the competition is in LAW. Still, she hated the fact that she was being kept to a stalemate by her now-hated foe. But she still held on to the moment when she would land the first strike, the one that would be spectacular. And Cleo stole that one, too. That moment had something burn inside Safiyah. In some cases, literally, but she loathed the reality that Cleo has got one on Safiyah. However, the bluenette didn’t let it get to her. At least, not outwardly. The last thing Safiyah wanted was to add more satisfaction for Cleo to enjoy.
And the Azure Cobra sought not to let the British Model enjoy that moment anymore. Safiyah moved in low, looking for a sweep. An easy dodge, blatantly telegraphed, begging to be avoided. And Cleo proceeded to do just that.
Safiyah didn’t know what was better. The moment when Cleo fell for the trick or the most satisfying smack reverberated the whole arena. "Mmhmhmhm~," Safiyah smirked in delight, unable to contain that excited giggle from her lips as she turned round. Unsurprisingly, that one strike wouldn’t be enough to stun Cleo, and the British model came back just as hard. As much as she feels repugnance towards admitting this, the sheer alacrity of how Cleo came back was impressive.
However, Safiyah would welcome the incoming leg as Cleo flipped into that axe kick. The Azure Cobra would grab at that leg as it fell onto her body, her hands latching onto her foot so that she could swiftly lock in a kneebar. Considering how much this coloniser likes to mimic Safiyah, taking away those weapons should do the trick…
From the beginning, it hasn’t exactly gone like how Safiyah had imagined, though that’s a testament to how tough the competition is in LAW. Still, she hated the fact that she was being kept to a stalemate by her now-hated foe. But she still held on to the moment when she would land the first strike, the one that would be spectacular. And Cleo stole that one, too. That moment had something burn inside Safiyah. In some cases, literally, but she loathed the reality that Cleo has got one on Safiyah. However, the bluenette didn’t let it get to her. At least, not outwardly. The last thing Safiyah wanted was to add more satisfaction for Cleo to enjoy.
And the Azure Cobra sought not to let the British Model enjoy that moment anymore. Safiyah moved in low, looking for a sweep. An easy dodge, blatantly telegraphed, begging to be avoided. And Cleo proceeded to do just that.
Safiyah didn’t know what was better. The moment when Cleo fell for the trick or the most satisfying smack reverberated the whole arena. "Mmhmhmhm~," Safiyah smirked in delight, unable to contain that excited giggle from her lips as she turned round. Unsurprisingly, that one strike wouldn’t be enough to stun Cleo, and the British model came back just as hard. As much as she feels repugnance towards admitting this, the sheer alacrity of how Cleo came back was impressive.
However, Safiyah would welcome the incoming leg as Cleo flipped into that axe kick. The Azure Cobra would grab at that leg as it fell onto her body, her hands latching onto her foot so that she could swiftly lock in a kneebar. Considering how much this coloniser likes to mimic Safiyah, taking away those weapons should do the trick…
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Re: Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
Cleo really wished that Safiyah wasn't as damn skilled as she was. Really would have made this whole thing much easier for her. Honestly she'd start to worry at this point her odds of winning, at least a bit, or at least she would if she didn't have her trump card in the aphrodisiac applied to her feet. Unfortunately the damn thing was slow acting and she hadn't had the chance to dose her Egyptian opponent many times just yet, a testament to the woman's defensive abilities.
Even when she got the bitch on her back it wasn't enough as Cleo still had her legs swept out from beneath her. Falling down to the mat she reacted quickly, turning and swinging her leg around to try and land a axe kick to her opponent from above. It wouldn't have all the force she'd like it too honestly, but it'd be better than nothing and lead to another dose of her opponent.
Even this would be met with a caveat though as Safiyah caught Cleo's leg and held it taught against her body for a leg bar! "Nghhhh fuck!" Cleo hissed out in pain, unable to contain the words as the soreness already began to spread. However as painful as this hold was there was still opportunity given that her foot was right next to Safiyah's face, not to mention all the attention would be directed to either Safiyah, or to Cleo's torso as the ref asked if she quit.
Although of course a simple glare was enough to tell the ref off from how unlikely that was. No she could work with this. Wiggling her leg and especially her toes to inch a bit closer to her opponent's face Cleo would take the opportunity to rub them over Safiayah's mouth and nose, all under the guise of resisting to try and get free of the woman's clutches.
Simultaneously however Cleo would bend her free leg back towards herself, reaching into her bottoms to produce a small vial of the aphrodisiac. Surely it had diluted somewhat since the start of the match, so a fresh coat on one of her feet would help. Adding a few dashes to her foot Cleo would hide the vial with a sleight of hand before lifting her free leg up along with her torso by pressing her hands against the mat and pushing up. Angling herself to get the best shot possible as she shot her free leg forward to kick Safiyah in the face! An action Cleo would repeat as much as possible until the Egyptian woman released her!
Even when she got the bitch on her back it wasn't enough as Cleo still had her legs swept out from beneath her. Falling down to the mat she reacted quickly, turning and swinging her leg around to try and land a axe kick to her opponent from above. It wouldn't have all the force she'd like it too honestly, but it'd be better than nothing and lead to another dose of her opponent.
Even this would be met with a caveat though as Safiyah caught Cleo's leg and held it taught against her body for a leg bar! "Nghhhh fuck!" Cleo hissed out in pain, unable to contain the words as the soreness already began to spread. However as painful as this hold was there was still opportunity given that her foot was right next to Safiyah's face, not to mention all the attention would be directed to either Safiyah, or to Cleo's torso as the ref asked if she quit.
Although of course a simple glare was enough to tell the ref off from how unlikely that was. No she could work with this. Wiggling her leg and especially her toes to inch a bit closer to her opponent's face Cleo would take the opportunity to rub them over Safiayah's mouth and nose, all under the guise of resisting to try and get free of the woman's clutches.
Simultaneously however Cleo would bend her free leg back towards herself, reaching into her bottoms to produce a small vial of the aphrodisiac. Surely it had diluted somewhat since the start of the match, so a fresh coat on one of her feet would help. Adding a few dashes to her foot Cleo would hide the vial with a sleight of hand before lifting her free leg up along with her torso by pressing her hands against the mat and pushing up. Angling herself to get the best shot possible as she shot her free leg forward to kick Safiyah in the face! An action Cleo would repeat as much as possible until the Egyptian woman released her!
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A toothy grin was something Safiyah couldn’t contain at this moment. She didn’t need much motivation to perform well in a bout. The Egyptian liked to believe that she’d always put in as much effort in the show to wow the crowd. But spite was one heck of a motivator, and Safiyah supposed she should thank Cleo for that. Sometimes rivals can help push one another and while she’s still unaware of Cleo’s hidden shenanigans, it certainly made the match spectacular to those who are watching. Admittedly, the hunger to humiliate the Englishwoman burned stronger like a raging flame, spurring her on, even as she managed to catch Cleo in her attempt to strike the Egyptian down.
The second the two of them had hit the floor, Safiyah had spun around Cleo’s leg, scissoring the Briton’s thigh with her legs and wrapping her arms firmly around the lower part of the limb to secure it. Then she’d arched her hips and pulled back on the ankle, putting a ghastly strain on the knee joint as it tried to bend in a way nature most definitely hadn’t intended. Kneebars were not something she used often, but has had enough practice to know how to get the best out of it. Judging by the cry of agony that she got with the first wrenching pressure she’d put into the hold, she got the knack for it. It was a nasty move to be on the receiving end of, and Safiyah applied it mercilessly. She knew they were pretty close to the ropes and was pretty sure that Cleo wasn’t going to tap when she could get a rope break. Given the way they were positioned, both parallel to the ropes, it wouldn’t be easy for her to pull Cleo back to the centre of the ring, either. Which was fine with Safiyah. The night was young and there was more fun to be had once she took away one of Cleo’s supposed weapons.
So the plan was to get as much wrung out of her opponent as she could before the inevitable happened. Safiyah chuckled deviously as that trapped foot and toes writhed and rubbed against the face, taking it as a clear sign of struggle and pain. “You know, if you weren’t so dead set on copying everything I do, I wouldn’t be forced to rip your fucking leg off. So the only person you should be blaming is you~!” Safiyah playfully taunted the British Model, wrenching at the hold again. She took a note of that foot wriggling against her and she had a mischievous spark in her heterochromatic eyes.
“Awww, is this just too much for pooooooor, poor Miss Counterfit?” A bit of mocking baby talk to add salt to the wounds. Her nearest foot began to move and, with a single toe, began to trace it along the clothed nether regions. “How about I make this aaalllllllll better?” Safiyah’s movements were sensuous and deliberate, her touch both gentle and insistent as that big toe explored those sensitive folds with deft ease. Seeking to overwhelm the Englishwoman, setting every nerve ending alight with pleasure, fabric be dammed. “You just relax riiiiiight here, missy. The pleasure that I can give you…no counterfeit can ever come close.” Safiyah pressed more firmly, building the teasing pressure to a delicious crescendo. With her teeth, she nibbled on the toe of the supposed object of adoration, lightly trapping it between the pearly whites. Her hips began to buck instinctively and rub up against Cleo’s leg, smearing her moist crotch against the hyper-extended limb, seeking to take things to the next level…
“Gahh!”
…If only Cleo didn’t interrupt. The free limb crashed onto her face, just as she was getting into it. A second hit was all Safiyah needed to get the memo, as she released the hold, rolling away to her hands and knees. The Azure Cobra shook her head to get rid of those cobwebs, running her tongue to make her teeth still intact, unknowingly taking in the freshly applied substance that was upon her face…
The second the two of them had hit the floor, Safiyah had spun around Cleo’s leg, scissoring the Briton’s thigh with her legs and wrapping her arms firmly around the lower part of the limb to secure it. Then she’d arched her hips and pulled back on the ankle, putting a ghastly strain on the knee joint as it tried to bend in a way nature most definitely hadn’t intended. Kneebars were not something she used often, but has had enough practice to know how to get the best out of it. Judging by the cry of agony that she got with the first wrenching pressure she’d put into the hold, she got the knack for it. It was a nasty move to be on the receiving end of, and Safiyah applied it mercilessly. She knew they were pretty close to the ropes and was pretty sure that Cleo wasn’t going to tap when she could get a rope break. Given the way they were positioned, both parallel to the ropes, it wouldn’t be easy for her to pull Cleo back to the centre of the ring, either. Which was fine with Safiyah. The night was young and there was more fun to be had once she took away one of Cleo’s supposed weapons.
So the plan was to get as much wrung out of her opponent as she could before the inevitable happened. Safiyah chuckled deviously as that trapped foot and toes writhed and rubbed against the face, taking it as a clear sign of struggle and pain. “You know, if you weren’t so dead set on copying everything I do, I wouldn’t be forced to rip your fucking leg off. So the only person you should be blaming is you~!” Safiyah playfully taunted the British Model, wrenching at the hold again. She took a note of that foot wriggling against her and she had a mischievous spark in her heterochromatic eyes.
“Awww, is this just too much for pooooooor, poor Miss Counterfit?” A bit of mocking baby talk to add salt to the wounds. Her nearest foot began to move and, with a single toe, began to trace it along the clothed nether regions. “How about I make this aaalllllllll better?” Safiyah’s movements were sensuous and deliberate, her touch both gentle and insistent as that big toe explored those sensitive folds with deft ease. Seeking to overwhelm the Englishwoman, setting every nerve ending alight with pleasure, fabric be dammed. “You just relax riiiiiight here, missy. The pleasure that I can give you…no counterfeit can ever come close.” Safiyah pressed more firmly, building the teasing pressure to a delicious crescendo. With her teeth, she nibbled on the toe of the supposed object of adoration, lightly trapping it between the pearly whites. Her hips began to buck instinctively and rub up against Cleo’s leg, smearing her moist crotch against the hyper-extended limb, seeking to take things to the next level…
“Gahh!”
…If only Cleo didn’t interrupt. The free limb crashed onto her face, just as she was getting into it. A second hit was all Safiyah needed to get the memo, as she released the hold, rolling away to her hands and knees. The Azure Cobra shook her head to get rid of those cobwebs, running her tongue to make her teeth still intact, unknowingly taking in the freshly applied substance that was upon her face…
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Despite the rather predictable pain of the leg bar submission Cleo was happy. Happy because she knew for a face that her plan was working on a long term level. Not only was she managing to rub and push her toes into Safiyah's mouth to further apply the substance, but Safiyah was actually voluntarily taking her toes in now! It was small, just a little nibbling and sucking, but Cleo wasn't the one initiating that per se, which means that the aphrodisiac was surely taking effect, a hypothesis supported by the feeling of her opponent's pussy rubbing against her leg. Something that was more detrimental to Safiyah yet here she was doing it all the same.
Then came the stomps to Safiyah's face. Bashing her once and then twice to the Egyptian woman's face to make her finally let her leg go. Rolling a bit away Cleo would hiss softly in relief from the pain finally leaving her leg. Shaking her head and sitting up Cleo would look over and glare softly at her opponent's body, even as a devious smile played at the edges of her mouth. On one hand while the pain in her leg was certainly a inconvenience she had gotten a lot out of that exchange, but not enough to risk attacking Safiyah again so soon.
As such she'd play things close to the chest while also increasing her odds at getting the advantage. "Aghhh... My leg..." Cleo moaned out, pulling her caught leg in apparent agony, using the chance to discretely take the bottle of aphrodisiac out and apply more to the limb that had been caught. All the while the ref could come over and check on Cleo, asking if she was ok, to which Cleo played along with crocodile tears. In reality she was buying herself some time while also hopefully breeding some impatience and frustration in her opponent, hoping for the woman to lose her patience and come at he.
Then came the stomps to Safiyah's face. Bashing her once and then twice to the Egyptian woman's face to make her finally let her leg go. Rolling a bit away Cleo would hiss softly in relief from the pain finally leaving her leg. Shaking her head and sitting up Cleo would look over and glare softly at her opponent's body, even as a devious smile played at the edges of her mouth. On one hand while the pain in her leg was certainly a inconvenience she had gotten a lot out of that exchange, but not enough to risk attacking Safiyah again so soon.
As such she'd play things close to the chest while also increasing her odds at getting the advantage. "Aghhh... My leg..." Cleo moaned out, pulling her caught leg in apparent agony, using the chance to discretely take the bottle of aphrodisiac out and apply more to the limb that had been caught. All the while the ref could come over and check on Cleo, asking if she was ok, to which Cleo played along with crocodile tears. In reality she was buying herself some time while also hopefully breeding some impatience and frustration in her opponent, hoping for the woman to lose her patience and come at he.
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Re: Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
Just as things were getting interesting.
Is probably the thought that’s running through Safiyah’s mind. Well, that and thank God her teeth weren’t broken there. Weird that she never thinks of that regarding others, but for herself, she would hate it if that were to happen. Not great for long-term looks, much less for a debut. Inwardly, she was annoyed.
Sure, some would prefer to have a tight-contested match for their debut, but with Cleo, that was much to her chagrin. The moment Safiyah got something going on, it just had to get ruined by the British Model. And while her taunts were at first to play into the crowd, her frustrations were starting to get real. If her tutor was standing at ringside, she would tell her not to lose your head. But the Egyptian has nobody in her corner. It’s just her and that incorrigible coloniser that can’t stay down.
Then again, she supposed that the feeling was mutual. Unbeknownst to the Azure Cobra, Cleo’s reliance on the spicy aphrodisiac could only get so far when you have to use actual skill against Safiyah. And although they’re left at a stalemate for now, Safiyah believed that she made some headway, doing work on one of Cleo’s supposed favourite weapons while getting started on that pussy. It might not be much, but the Azure Cobra can celebrate the small victories for now.
However, that alone won’t satisfy Safiyah. Not when that burning feeling that’s spurring her on. Not when things are just heating up. Either her senses were heightened further, or something, but she felt sensitive. Even the simple movements of breathing were causing her body to stir. Her nipples stiffened harder, and her pussy throbbed with aching anticipation. She can’t recall if she ever felt like this before, but it felt so similar back in Egypt…
The Azure Cobra let out a ragged breath before a feral grown as she suddenly darted towards Cleo. Pushing off the balls of her feet, Safiyah’s eyes looked possessed, dashing low with one hand planted on the ground. Since Cleo wasn’t in any rush to get up, it was fair game for Safiyah. Her mind was racing, but it did the math in an instant, gauging the distance, figuring out how much force needed, what muscles needed to exert themselves in what ways, hammering out all the details... and then it was showtime.
Safiyah leapt towards Cleo, twisting about in the air not once, but twice, her sapphire hair whipping about as she twirled. At the descent of her jump, her foot lashed out and swung where she anticipated her opponent’s head would be with a flying corkscrew roundhouse kick. Elegant, wild and dangerous. And if the referee had any sense, they would get out of the way before getting caught in the impact.
Is probably the thought that’s running through Safiyah’s mind. Well, that and thank God her teeth weren’t broken there. Weird that she never thinks of that regarding others, but for herself, she would hate it if that were to happen. Not great for long-term looks, much less for a debut. Inwardly, she was annoyed.
Sure, some would prefer to have a tight-contested match for their debut, but with Cleo, that was much to her chagrin. The moment Safiyah got something going on, it just had to get ruined by the British Model. And while her taunts were at first to play into the crowd, her frustrations were starting to get real. If her tutor was standing at ringside, she would tell her not to lose your head. But the Egyptian has nobody in her corner. It’s just her and that incorrigible coloniser that can’t stay down.
Then again, she supposed that the feeling was mutual. Unbeknownst to the Azure Cobra, Cleo’s reliance on the spicy aphrodisiac could only get so far when you have to use actual skill against Safiyah. And although they’re left at a stalemate for now, Safiyah believed that she made some headway, doing work on one of Cleo’s supposed favourite weapons while getting started on that pussy. It might not be much, but the Azure Cobra can celebrate the small victories for now.
However, that alone won’t satisfy Safiyah. Not when that burning feeling that’s spurring her on. Not when things are just heating up. Either her senses were heightened further, or something, but she felt sensitive. Even the simple movements of breathing were causing her body to stir. Her nipples stiffened harder, and her pussy throbbed with aching anticipation. She can’t recall if she ever felt like this before, but it felt so similar back in Egypt…
The Azure Cobra let out a ragged breath before a feral grown as she suddenly darted towards Cleo. Pushing off the balls of her feet, Safiyah’s eyes looked possessed, dashing low with one hand planted on the ground. Since Cleo wasn’t in any rush to get up, it was fair game for Safiyah. Her mind was racing, but it did the math in an instant, gauging the distance, figuring out how much force needed, what muscles needed to exert themselves in what ways, hammering out all the details... and then it was showtime.
Safiyah leapt towards Cleo, twisting about in the air not once, but twice, her sapphire hair whipping about as she twirled. At the descent of her jump, her foot lashed out and swung where she anticipated her opponent’s head would be with a flying corkscrew roundhouse kick. Elegant, wild and dangerous. And if the referee had any sense, they would get out of the way before getting caught in the impact.
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Re: Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour
Safiyah had shown so far to be an impressive individual at both kicks and grappling. So who knows what else she was capable of doing well. Cleo could certainly admit that about her opponent, but she had given some good solid doses to the woman during their clashes and she knew that the aphrodisiac must certainly be affecting the woman by now.
Causing her to get all warmed up and excited, stirring up the juices within her. It was just the edge that Cleo knew she would need in this match. But for now it was best to give herself a breather while letting the aphrodisiac do its work burning up her opponent.
Of course the entire time that Cleo feigned her injury, she was keeping a secret eye on Safiyah, never once losing said sight. That was why when the Egyptian lost patience and ran towards the two, springing forward and twirling through the air Cleo was more than ready for her.
Suddenly pushing the referee away from her Cleo would then throw herself backwards laying flat on the mat to avoid the roundhouse kick! That wasn't all however, after all Safiyah's foot was still going to be near her head so all the Brit had to do was reach up to grab hold of her foe's ankle.
Likewise she would bring her legs to wrap around Safiyah's own, setting up her hold before extending her legs out and giving a hard pull on the leg she held with her hands, intending to lock in a banana split leg submission!
Of course with it being a hentai match Cleo would add a little twist to things, using one of her hands to hold her opponent's limb in place while the other slid her finger nails lightly across her opponent's thighs, rubbing them gently and causing some light, subtle stimulation that would be sure to help drive the woman crazy.
But that was just what she was doing with her hands. Assuming that Safiyah didn't find a way out fast enough she would curl her body in wards, not only forcing Safiyah's expose privates higher up for a better view, but allowed Cleo to use her free leg to start pushing forward, kicking Safiyah in the face to add some pain to the pleasure!
Causing her to get all warmed up and excited, stirring up the juices within her. It was just the edge that Cleo knew she would need in this match. But for now it was best to give herself a breather while letting the aphrodisiac do its work burning up her opponent.
Of course the entire time that Cleo feigned her injury, she was keeping a secret eye on Safiyah, never once losing said sight. That was why when the Egyptian lost patience and ran towards the two, springing forward and twirling through the air Cleo was more than ready for her.
Suddenly pushing the referee away from her Cleo would then throw herself backwards laying flat on the mat to avoid the roundhouse kick! That wasn't all however, after all Safiyah's foot was still going to be near her head so all the Brit had to do was reach up to grab hold of her foe's ankle.
Likewise she would bring her legs to wrap around Safiyah's own, setting up her hold before extending her legs out and giving a hard pull on the leg she held with her hands, intending to lock in a banana split leg submission!
Of course with it being a hentai match Cleo would add a little twist to things, using one of her hands to hold her opponent's limb in place while the other slid her finger nails lightly across her opponent's thighs, rubbing them gently and causing some light, subtle stimulation that would be sure to help drive the woman crazy.
But that was just what she was doing with her hands. Assuming that Safiyah didn't find a way out fast enough she would curl her body in wards, not only forcing Safiyah's expose privates higher up for a better view, but allowed Cleo to use her free leg to start pushing forward, kicking Safiyah in the face to add some pain to the pleasure!
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