Start Of An Unconventional Friends

[Bearhug Goddess]

With a lot of effort and pain, Ambre managed to move her hips from left to right and especially harder and harder until Aléah released her. Her opponent's hold was powerful and incredibly painful... And yet, she had the impression that her sparring partner had given her several seconds to adapt before really closing her hold...

Even though she had managed to escape, Ambre felt a little humiliated... But above all grateful for the advice she had just received, perhaps without this sparring she would never have found this new way to use her strength. She looked Aléah in the eyes while breathing rather heavily and her face full of sweat.

"Thank you... Fwaaahhh...!"

The Black Pearl let herself fall backwards, remaining lying on her stomach with her arms and legs completely open. She was completely tired after this hold... And preferred to take her time to chat a little before standing up.

"You could have won if you hadn't given me that advice... You're clearly more technical and experienced than me..."

She smiled slightly as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm and slowly stood up to stand.

"I'm lucky to have come across a wrestler as kind and strong as you... I feel like I've improved a lot and I still have a long way to go..!"

[LawHell]

Aléah, laying flat on her stomach, flashed a relaxed smile as she looked over at Ambre. Her body still felt warm from the exertion, and the pressure of the training was starting to settle in.

"Please, do me a favor," she began, her voice soft and calm as she gestured toward her legs. "Put me in a ceiling hold to stretch my back out, please?"

She sighed contentedly as she settled down completely, arms outstretched and chin resting on the mat, eyes closing for a moment as she awaited the response.

"Mm, you’ve done very well," she added, her tone appreciative. "But we still have a lot to work on. You have many skills, just need more experience. That's all, dear."

Aléah’s words were encouraging, filled with the warmth of someone who cared about her sparring partner’s progress. She could feel her muscles aching, but it wasn’t the discomfort of pain; it was the satisfying kind of soreness that comes from pushing yourself beyond your limits.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Just when Ambre thought she was done with the sparring session, Aleah's request prevented her from leaving and even surprised her. She turned to the dancer and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"A ceiling hold for your back?... Are you sure it'll help?..."

But deep down, she felt that her question was stupid and that even if she left the ring, Aleah wasn't going to let go until she got what she wanted. The Black Pearl sighed and walked over to the dancer, sitting behind her, lightly wrapping her legs around Aleah's thighs and grabbing her wrists.

"I've never used this hold, but please... If it hurts too much, tell me to stop..."

Then Ambre dropped to the side, pulling Aléah with her to make her lose her balance before turning the other way to lie on her back and lift Aléah with her limbs. Although it was her first Ceiling Hold, Ambre had seen many wrestlers use this submission hold... And although Aléah was light, the fatigue of this sparring was making itself felt in the Frenchwoman's body; her muscles were burning in this position !

[LawHell]

Aléah grinned as she was smoothly moved and wrapped up into the hold by her friend. She leaned back slightly, extending her arms out toward Ambre, eager to let her take full control of the position. There was a spark of excitement in her eyes—clearly, she enjoyed being challenged.

As Ambre lifted her into the ceiling hold, Aléah couldn't help but let a moan slip out as the pressure built. Her back made audible cracks and pops as it adjusted to the strain. She tilted her head back with a smile, gazing up at Ambre with a gleam of approval in her eyes.

“Mmm, you can apply more pressure, love,” Aléah purred, clearly unfazed by the discomfort. “I’m not a flower. You can even bounce this hold if you like. And now we know you can do moves like this. There’s still more to work on, though—lots more! Haha.”

Aléah’s playful tone was encouraging as she gave Ambre a wink.

“Go on, love. Let me feel your strength. I’ll tap out when I hit my max,” she added, her voice calm yet challenging, eager to see how much Ambre could push her.

[Bearhug Goddess]

"Fine!.."

Ambre was afraid of hurting her sparring partners; it was one of the reasons she had trouble finding people to train with... along with her shyness. She sighed slightly and quickly learned to trust her partner, giving her all in this Ceiling Hold.

She then pulled Aleah's limbs harder, dragging her partner even higher in the air and slightly crossing the dancer's arms, trying to make her hold as strong as possible so as not to disappoint her partner.

[LawHell]

Aléah soon felt Ambre’s strength come to life as her request was granted. The pressure increased, and her body cried out in protest with every passing second. She grunted, muscles tensing as the hold pushed her limits—but there was still a flicker of enjoyment in her expression, a strange mix of strain and satisfaction.

Despite the pain building in her limbs, she held on for as long as possible, determined to push herself to the edge. Finally, when her arms and legs hit their limit, she tapped out—just as she had promised. Oddly, even through the tension and discomfort, her back felt incredible, loosened and stretched in a way that left her smiling through the aftershocks.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had to admit, not having to hold back was... Less painful for her muscles, if not more relaxing. It's nicer not having to worry about hurting her sparring partners if they were looking for pain!... At least she'd learned that, along with many other techniques today!

Then after a few seconds, Aleah tapped the mat to signal her withdrawal and that she couldn't take the pain anymore. The Black Pearl immediately released her, gently placing Aleah in the ring before quickly leaving, searching for her water bottle and towel to bring it back to her. It was the least she could do after injuring her sparring partner.

"You okay? You may be smiling, but you're very quiet..."

[LawHell]

Aléah was gently laid down on the ring floor, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of the hold. She remained there for a long moment, breathing steadily as the warmth of the workout lingered in her muscles. Her eyes drifted to Ambre, and with a sly, lingering smile, she reached for a towel, draping it over the back of the Frenchwoman’s neck. With a soft but deliberate pull, she drew Ambre closer—so close their faces nearly touched, and Aléah could feel the heat of her breath.

Her voice dropped into a low, sensual murmur, every word drawn out with deliberate intent.

“If I were permitted... I’d take you, throw you onto a bed, pull your boots off... kiss your feet, then move up your body—ripping your clothes off with my teeth. I'd wrap you in a full-body submission... just so I could use my tongue on every inch of that gorgeous, muscular frame... until you screamed my name.”

The tone was no longer playful—it was openly, unapologetically seductive. There was no hiding the pleasure Aléah felt, not just from the training... but from Ambre herself. She wasn’t just enjoying the sparring—she was savoring her.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had completely let her guard down, while Aleah needed a rest, and this sparring had ended on a positive note... But Aleah couldn't help but play the seductress in front of the Frenchwoman, making Ambre redder than she was and shyer than she had been at the beginning, who was starting to panic. Aleah's words conjured up strange images and ideas in the Frenchwoman's head, who pushed the dancer away rather forcefully before escaping the ring.

"I... Sorry...! I can't accept such a lewd thing!..."

Ambre wet her towel and placed it on her face to cool her thoughts and forget these last few seconds; she was very embarrassed and not used to this kind of thing.

[LawHell]

Aléah sighed softly as she watched the French woman pull away and leave the ring. She didn’t chase her—at least, not right away. She understood. Ambre was a pure soul, with a heart that hadn’t been shaped by the same fires that had forged Aléah. That purity… it only made Ambre more desirable in Aléah’s eyes. But wanting her and deserving her were two different things.

No matter how deeply she longed for the woman, Aléah knew she couldn't—wouldn't—risk ruining the bond they’d built. If friendship was all she was allowed, she would accept it with grace.

Eventually, she rose and stepped out of the ring. She found Ambre at the doorway, arms crossed, clearly needing space—but still within reach. Aléah leaned casually against the frame, her posture relaxed, but her expression soft with sincerity.

"I apologize," she said gently, her voice low and honest. "I forgot my place… and that not everyone is like me."

Her gaze lingered on Ambre for a moment longer before lowering slightly, humbled. "Can you forgive me—and this unruly mind of mine?"