Entangled Intentions

[RockRye]

Avery felt the satisfaction bubbling up as she watched Hiroyuki’s struggles begin to falter under her relentless pressure. This was the kind of progress she relished. Time and time again, her opponents would talk about superior technique or some mistaken assumption that they could out-think her, as if any imagined advantage (and only imagined) could contend with her overwhelming force. But Avery knew better. She had honed her body into a weapon of total domination, and Hiroyuki, for all his efforts, was learning that firsthand.

Her thighs, thick and powerful, bulged with effort as they coiled around his midsection, the smooth curves of muscle flexing with precision. Each squeeze made the muscles ripple and shift, consuming his torso as they dug into him mercilessly. His struggles were visible in the way his body jerked and writhed, trying and failing to gain even a fraction of relief.

The push she applied to his chin forced him to sputter, his neck craning awkwardly against the pressure. But Avery’s focus remained laser-sharp. Every attempt he made to resist only seemed to fuel her. She felt the vibration of his struggling muscles against her legs, and it only reinforced her belief that there was no escaping her once she had you in her grasp.

Then came the shift. Hiroyuki, realizing the futility of holding onto her arm and shoulder, finally let go, the pressure on her upper body mercifully easing. Avery exhaled, a low, satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she felt the relief bloom through her neck and shoulder. Her confidence soared even higher. She’d forced him to abandon his strategy, and now, she was fully in control.

He twisted in desperation, hands moving to push at her legs in a feeble attempt to pry them apart. The sight brought a wry smile to Avery’s face, and she tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with amusement.

“I love it when you boys try to fight my legs,” she teased, her tone smooth and almost affectionate, a sharp contrast to the crushing force she was exerting. “It’s adorable, really. Like watching someone try to hold back a hurricane.”

As if to punctuate her words, Avery made her next move with ruthless efficiency. Hiroyuki’s efforts were focused on one leg, so she abruptly switched the pressure to the opposite side, her legs clapping together with a resounding smack as she repositioned with the other foot tucked within the leg farther from his attempts to escape. Her thighs locked tighter than ever.

But Avery wasn’t done. She leaned forward, her chest pressing down against him as she reached to guide his head to the side, where she planned to mash his cheek into the plush swell of her breast. Her muscles glistened with effort, the curves of her body taut and commanding as she continued to coil herself around him like a serpent, unyielding and relentless.

“You feel that?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, a quiet storm of dominance. “That’s me taking everything you’ve got left. You can fight all you want, but we both know how this ends.”

[TheLoneWanderer]

"How do you know you are not the loser that's talking? I wouldn't call it until the submission."

Hiroyuki hissed for her confidence, with a heightened pitch due to his nerves being pricked and the pain from the reversed squeeze. The switch required him to reassess his situation while she mashed his face into her chest. It reminded him of a Boa, without something being wrapped around his neck. He quieted down when she smashed him into her sweaty breasts, fully focused on how he was meant to get back to winning.

Her legs were a dead end. He'd snap his spine before being able to twist and dislodge. That left the hand fight. It'd take a very long amount of time for her to actually shatter his ribs so he didn't stress too much about being crippled. Biting was for street brawls or underground, underpaid foolishness.

Hiroyuki kicked his feet out, trying to get enough momentum to rock them to where Avery was on the bottom. The real goal, regardless of success or failure, was to bend his elbows and start making shallow pushes onto the shoulder (that was wrapped around his head). Nowhere near enough force to be an actual strike. While pulling upward with his head, he hoped he could simply roll his head out from underneath the arm she used. After distance was gained, Hiro'd choose what to go for later....

[RockRye]

Avery’s chuckle was rich and self-assured, her body subtly quaking with the motion as she kept her unyielding hold on Hiroyuki. Her powerful thighs enveloped his midriff, flexing and squeezing rhythmically to sap his energy and focus, while her arms pressed his face into her chest. It was a display of dominance wrapped in casual amusement, and she knew it. He didn't seem to know it quite yet himself, however.

“So confident at a disadvantage, Hiroyuki,” she mused, her voice warm but teasing. “I like that. Makes things interesting. But let’s be honest here…” She leaned in slightly, her smirk growing as her words came softer, almost conspiratorial. “One of us is gasping for air right now, and it’s not me.”

Her thighs, thick and commanding, flexed again, a deliberate pulse. She felt his struggle against her, his hands pushing, twisting, trying to create enough space to relieve the unrelenting pressure, at least from his head. His persistence was admirable, and for a moment, Avery allowed him the illusion of progress as he managed to shift her onto her back.

“Fine,” she said, her voice tinged with mock surrender as he squirmed and jabbed, his head finally popping free from her makeshift headlock. “You’re free.”

But her smirk didn’t fade.

As he moved to capitalize on his escape, Avery braced her palms against the mat. Her core tightened like a coiled spring, her glutes and thighs flexing with newfound intensity. In a sudden burst of strength, she shifted her position, lifting her upper body to partially sit up, a position that sent even more crushing force through her legs. The squeeze was ferocious, her thighs grinding into his midsection with renewed vigor.

She adjusted her grip, her thighs bearing down harder as her abs rippled with effort. Every inch of her body seemed to work in concert, a living machine of power and control. Avery tilted her head, her expression almost gentle as she observed his predicament.

“Oh, Hiroyuki…” Her tone was playful, almost sing-song, as she watched herself shrink his trunk. “You should really be careful what you wish for.”

[TheLoneWanderer]

With a subtle "pop" and a slip, Hiroyuki was back for more because he doesn't give up. Doesn’t surrender. Doesn't abandon his duty. If this were a 'real fight', that is. Hiroyuki's head rose to assess his situation. Before a cascading pressure ballooned around his stomach. Bones were one thing, his softer internals were another.

"You asked for me, remember?" Hiroyuki questioned as she somehow found the purchase to constrict his middle even more. Some kind of choke. That was the answer. But...no. This was not worth it. He had four more rounds to make an impression happen. And the figure four wasn’t getting any easier to breath in. Hiro planted his palm to tap out immediately and allow himself some relief if she wanted to give him the privilege.

The exhaled sigh communicated his gratefulness for the conditioned air in the gym. As the tension was released from his core, he raised his back to be able to sit on his knees and reset soon. Recovered, renewed, and ready for retribution. With legs like those, she must have been able to crack a watermelon. Something to be wary of since Hiroyuki thought of himself as intelligent.

In the to-be-decided observations of Avery, she would likely enjoy the valleys of sweaty muscle stretching against the bodysuit. When they were not being tenderized by her thighs, that is.

[RockRye]

Avery’s laughter rang out, rich and regal, as Hiroyuki delivered his clever remark. She tilted her head, a cascade of blonde hair brushing against her shoulder as she smirked down at him, every inch of her the picture of amused superiority.

“True enough,” she admitted, her voice honeyed with mock agreement. “But let’s be clear. I didn’t talk you into this precisely.” Her tone sharpened ever so slightly, underscoring her point as she indicated her scissorhold with a tilt of her head. “That part, darling, was all you.”

With a deliberate movement, Avery pressed her palms into the mat and lifted her hips, showcasing her physical control. The movement sent a ripple of effort through her already-impressive legs, their sleek, powerful lines catching the light as a sheen of sweat made her strength all the more evident. As she poured additional force into her scissor hold, her thighs hardened around Hiroyuki’s midsection like iron bands.

And there it was. The tap.

Avery’s sharp smile deepened, and for a fleeting moment, she almost allowed herself to shiver with satisfaction. The feel of him submitting beneath her strength was intoxicating, and though part of her wished to see his sturdy frame completely give way, she was generous enough to acknowledge his limits.

True to her word, she released the crushing pressure, but not before indulging in a final, playful flourish. She stretched her legs out on either side of him, the movement deliberate. With a small pulse, she allowed her thighs to jiggle faintly, the movement sending a teasing aftershock through his body. Though it lacked the intensity of her earlier grip, the effect was still undeniable.

Only then did she part her legs, granting him his freedom. She scooted back smoothly, the motion casual but calculated as she watched Hiroyuki recovering, his sweat-drenched form catching her eye with smug satisfaction.

As she pushed herself onto her knees, Avery tossed her hair back out of her face with a practiced flick of her wrist. “You wear it well,” she remarked, her eyes trailing over him pointedly. “My legs and their... effects, I mean. Quite the look for you.”

With a languid roll of her shoulders, she shifted her weight, settling into a comfortable yet commanding posture. “Whenever you’re ready, darling,” she added smoothly, her tone laced with confidence.

[TheLoneWanderer]

"I am glad that I am able to impress you, your majesty."

Hiroyuki puffed. Wearing her legs well? Right. Hiro took a few moments to prepare himself. Long, deep lungfuls of air. And just like that, Hiroyuki was back into the fray. He had rumbled when she sent that aftershock through his body, but other than that Avery appeared to be cordial. She did not ignore his taps, unlike some passionate or problematic people in this sophisticated metropolis. She only stretched and peered at his form, eager to let him try again.

"That should go without saying---meeting high standards is no problem for me."

Hiroyuki crawled over to her at an intermediate pace, intending to hug her to his chest for a lock-up by threading his arms underneath her armpits. That wasn't all of what he wanted to do, as he dug his heels into the floor and kicked off of it. Hiroyuki jumped, intending to send Avery sprawling onto her back to bypass her dangerous legs entirely. The man straddled her waist, uniting their mounds and filling his nose with the smell of salt and the palpable effort in the atmosphere.

Hiroyuki went to isolate one of her arms to his chest, wrapping his arm around her big left one. His legs shuffled up by her armpits, allowing him to complete the final twist in one smooth transition. Hiro fell to the side, throwing his legs, one over her face and one over the chest, across her upper body to allow a fulcrum point to be made. With Avery's arm caught between them, it allowed him to push his hips up in order to cause tension to her elbow joint being extended. An armbar.

What would Avery have to answer fighters like Madeline and Hiro's ability? That much remained to be seen.

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