Romantic Entanglements

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Sabine’s knee had caught Storm in a bad spot, and left her reeling, but it was more debilitating than actively damaging; she’d had far, far heavier blows flung at her face by Morrigan, even under the auspices of a ‘friendly’ spar.

Still, the momentary distraction was enough to leave her defenceless, and the next thing she knew about was Sabine’s legs snaking around her head, and pulling her purposefully down to the mat.

Those silken thighs clamped together, hard. Storm grunted in discomfort as her neck was compressed by the strong scissor hold. Sabine was obviously no slouch in the leg department, and Storm soon felt her face reddening as she struggled for air. This position would be ruinous if she were left to languish here for any length of time.

After some initial flailing, Storm felt the urgency of escaping this hold, and started to fight back. She began by grasping Sabine’s ankles and trying her damnedest to pry the German’s calves apart. Storm knew that this woman’s thighs were strong, and that this would be an uphill battle; she just hoped that her own upper body strength would be enough to power through from this disadvantageous position.