Love Bares All Things (Black Severin vs Keira Robinson)

[DSX93]

He had her caught. This was normally the part where the advantage would become his. Keira played the game the way one would expect: In and out tactics. Hit n' runs. Never staying within his reach for too long unless she'd worn him down with some other tricks first. And that is what left him so unprepared for this sudden aggression.

Frozen just long enough by subverted expectations, he wound up taking a shoulder square in the gut. A solid gut, but with the momentum he'd given her, she'd make a dent. Knock some air of out his lungs. And onto his back, he fell.

She was moving quicker than normal, settling into position fast. Laying right across him: Big, luscious, lace-bound breasts bearing down onto his chest, legs wrapping around one arm while she seized the other, cutting off the power advantage immediately. One hand at his wrist, with an arm wrapped around his elbow.

Hell, she even got a quip in while she was at it. Against anyone else, Severin would've been kicking himself for being caught so lacking. But he was there to witness the strides that she's been making. And even though she was the veteran here, he couldn't help but feel some pride there. For the both of them: He wasn't sure how much help he'd be as the new guy in their circle, with even the newer Emilia being able to wrestle circles around him with Hentai being off the table. But Keira had assured him that he was more help than he thought, and it was a joy to watch her progress.

That is, until she started wrenching his arm to the side, sending searing pain shooting through his arm. He couldn't help but cry out before he got enough wherewithal to grit through it, trapping the remaining sound behind his teeth.

He had to move quick. Plant his feet on the mattress-like mat and boost himself to the side, hopefully reversing their positions.

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Success. It was by being aware of his tells that Keira was going to stay one step ahead of Severin tonight, and she'd just proved that with the first hurdle. It was subtle, but it had been enough for Keira to catch him off guard and lock him in the first submission of the evening. She was not at all naïve enough to think this was going to take him out, not in a billion years. They'd sooner win a second million at the Madison casino. But it was the first step in wearing him down and making it easier for her to endure whatever he threw at her for the rest of the night.

Muscle advantage or not, Keira knew how to lock in a submission. She'd come a long way herself, and though she wanted to make sure Terrell's progress was put on display, what better way to do so than by showing off herself? Her trap made Severin cry out, whether in surprise or genuine pain, and that was enough to reassure her that she'd done it correctly.

That said... she could only hold it for so long. And while she had studied and practices several techniques, she hadn't nearly devoted enough time to what to do when an opponent tried to break free. After a while, she could feel Severin fighting back. His legs scrambled to provide leverage, which meant he was going to try to shove her off somehow. Keira could only think to try to allow gravity to pull more of her body weight down on top of him. But even so, that would be a bandage fix at best. It would might delay him, but it wouldn't stop him. Anticipating what he was going to do was less useful when she had no idea on how to maintain her advantage.

Sure enough, Severin's brute strength tilted the scales in his favor. She felt herself slip and tumble, going from having him locked in to flat on her back. And she couldn't even roll away, because Severin's reversal was executed flawlessly, leaving him draped across her body with no opening to even attempt escape. A momentary grunt of frustration escaped her, knowing she'd gone from on top to a tough spot in the blink of an eye, but a moment later and the flash was gone, and she chuckled at him instead.

"Almost had ya," she jabbed, though she knew it was far from the truth.

She made one vague attempt to shove him up and off before abandoning that plan entirely; unless he slipped up and gave her an opening, she wasn't getting away like that. But in the process, something caught her eye, bringing a mischievous grin to her face. Her free arm reached out, fist closing on the nearby object she'd spotted.

"Think fast!" she cried, seconds before whipping the pillow up into the air and down into his face.

[DSX93]

Success! And a breath of relief from him as she huffed out her frustration.

"Too much I've gotta do to you for you to take my arms out that fast." And there was too much he needed to do for him to just let her wriggle her way out from underneath him. Muscles squished intimately against curves as he laid himself flat over her. Legs spread out some, weight distributed more roundly, any possible leverage she could've grabbed at denied. And with a mischievous little grin of his own, he'd quip, "What, you don't want all this fine muscle on ya?"

And then he saw hers, and...

Wham. Right in the face. Severin hadn't moved an inch; he just took it. And then he started laughing. It couldn't be helped; a moment like that was to be enjoyed.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Poof!

The pillow scored a direct hit. Of course, it did nothing to disturb Severin's position, but he did laugh at the sudden, unexpected form of attack. Keira chuckled too, unable to fully bite it back, though she was openly grinning beneath him. She lifted her head, just enough to plant a quick peck on his lips.

It was a fun, harmless attack, but a key step in her strategy: a momentary distraction that gave her a few more seconds to think. The problem, then, was that she had not actually improved her situation at all, mood aside; she was still stuck beneath him.

Maybe she should just run with that.

"On me? Hell yeah. But you gotta earn it!"

And with that, she began to wiggle. It was difficult to reposition beneath him, but with any luck, he wouldn't recognize what she was doing - or just let her do it. Her goal? Switching her position so her head was between his legs, and his was between hers.

Hell, maybe he'd just let her do it just for that alone.

But, of course, her real plan wasn't so simple - or obvious. In fact, when she planted her feet, she worried it might actually be too obvious to Terrell what she was up to. Still, she gave it her all, doing her best to lift him off her from her new position, hoping he took the bait.

[DSX93]

Yeah, that distraction was working. Her lips were like industrial-strength magnets, forcing him to pull himself away after enjoying that contact. That was a button that's been right there for her to press again and again and again and again. A weakness that he could never quite shake no matter how many times they spar.

If they were standing, or in this particular instance, kneeling, he would've gone for a bearhug or something. An idea that began to form as Keira maneuvered underneath him. But not to some distant destination. Your boy wasn't that distracted. He brought his weight back down on top of her. Splayed his limbs out, almost like a starfish to keep it evenly distributed. And with that, he'd maintain his balance. Be more ready to act no matter which direction she moved in next.

At first, he was thinking a North-South bearhug. And then their positioning got real interesting. And when her feet were set and her hips were bucking up, bringing that scantily clad fruit of the gods up to his face, he knew she was trying to figure something out. She's put on some muscle too, and he's dedicated plenty of time to getting acquainted with every inch of it, again and again as more of it developed. His knowledge was encyclopedic, and in that tome was the reality that she just wasn't brute forcing her way out of this.

But what he saw as another attempt at distraction provided a spark that gave life to another lightbulb above his head. And eye for an eye...

He didn't do move around much. Brought his legs closer together, lined over shoulders. The threat of his thighs closing around her head was there, but the real aim was teasing her with the plentiful contents of his skimpy speedo. When he settled down and laid flat, it would be right there in her face, just as she was in his, impossible to ignore. A tactic that was still within the rules they'd agreed to.

"That's the plan." He peered over his shoulder, his mouth crooked up into a playful smirk. Unaware of how close to a danger zone he was himself.

Up to this point, Beatriz had pretty much just been sitting back and observing.

Observing. Like a straight-up voyeuse, with their positioning already drumming up some wonderful mental imagery that she'd be returning to later. God, she needs to start dating again. Too bad Grappl's gone.

She crawled over to a better angle as the couple scrambled for position, one of the cameramen capturing a nice butt shot that the audiences watching this through the screen would appreciate. An intentional, but also not intentional choice, aiming for "cute" with her camisole and shorts, rather than joining and thusly competing with them on the "sexy" side of the scale. And then she'd realize: Keira's shoulders were down.

And so the blonde would slap a hand down beside them.

"ONE!"

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Moving suddenly became more difficult, as Terrell's weight pressed further down on Keira. The grunt she let out was not purely for the show - trying to support his weight and lift her own body off the ground took quite a lot of effort, but it meant everything was going according to plan - whether Terrell realized it or not, he was quite literally falling right into her trap. Her legs shot up at the same time she heard an unexpected voice.

With all respect to Beatrix, the playful intensity that this match had already developed had all of Keira's attention, and she had already forgotten she was there, right up until her voice echoed through her ears. A countdown.

Shit.

Already struggling, Keira suddenly found herself on the clock, and hastily executed her plan. It was simple enough - her legs shot up and wrapped around Terrell's head, hopefully catching him by surprise. With any luck, he'd immediately try to reposition, and thus sparing her the effort of having to try to break her unintentional self-pin - but if not, Keira was ready to jolt to the side, using the pressure of her thighs around Terrell's head to force him to follow her if necessary.