Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

[killcarrion]

Unbeknownst to Blake, The Shadowcat was casting quite the striking figure from her mounted triangle choke position. At least from Zane's enviable perspective. The flexed strain between her thighs being in direct contrast to her upper figure relaxing serenely as she brushed some wayward hair strands from her forehead. Sweat-hued abdomen defined via honed muscle training and mystifying golden irises cast downward in contemptuous judgment for the throttled streamer becoming noticeably placid. Blake earnestly figured that this could be the maneuver that finally settles down Zane's rambunctious nature and insatiable-"Mmnnn~...Whattha~..." Blake blathering gibberish once Zane's suckling mouth nestled into her crotch in conjunction with the massage swirls of her buxom pair, shivered yearning coursing all throughout her as she started blanking on whatever she intending to do with this submission in the first place. Sultry pants taken as she relaxed to the point of slouching forward and clamping onto the middle rope with the referee remarking that Blake must undo the submission because of the rope break. "Oh...Uh, do I have to?" Blake's baffling question earning an equally baffled "...uh, yeah." from the referee. Blake rolling her eyes and unraveling her legs to take a flummoxed powder against the ropes, taking fatigued breathes with one arm draped over the middle tether.

[Bare]

Zane had begun to eat Blake out not as part of any grand plan or strategem to get free and take the advantage in this match, no he did it purely out of a mix of instinct and wanting the pleasure of eating Blake out and groping her breasts, even if he was knocked unconscious as a result. However her getting so worked up and pleased by the stimulation to the point she fell forward and accidentally triggered a rope break was definitely a happy accident that he could live with.

"Haghhhhhhhhh." Gulping in a massive amount of oxygen to kick start his brain Zane would roll over and push himself up on his elbows, looking up just in time to see Blake's full some ass right in front of him as a result of her flummoxed heap state against the bottom rope. "Mhm damn." Zane said in appreciation as he crawled forward lifting himself and draping his body on top of Blake's own, his arms circling Blake's body, one hand resting on her stomach while the other went to her breast to squeeze as he did before.

"So I'm guessing I can do something right eh kitty?" He whispered into her ear before trying to stand up, pulling Blake with him to her feet if he was successful with their bodies pressed against one another, his groin digging and thrusting into her rear end. "Don't worry babe, soon we'll be having having a lot more fun." He said with a kiss to Blake's neck and a quick flick to her groin before delivering a punch to her gut to try and double the woman over breathless and stunned....

Thus allowing him to take one of Blake's arms and pull it between her legs where he'd grab it... then lift her up into the air and then down to the mat with a pumphandle powerbomb! One that if it connected, Zane would then follow up by grabbing Blake's legs and pushing them down as far as they'd go towards her head while pressing his groin to her rear end for a sexy folding pin!

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