Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Suddenly, Arlise had a breather.

Few would call riding the neck of a bucking Amazon of a woman a breather, but the Belgian beauty would treat it as such. For all the effort and thought she had to put into distributing her weight to keep Morrigan pinned and flexing the right muscles in her hips and legs at the right time to defend against escape attempts, Arlise's back - and the rest of her - appreciated the break from her opponent's relentless onslaught. She had always utilized her weight well, too, and keeping Morrigan's increasingly angry face between her thighs came naturally.

In fact, she outright grinned down at her as Sabine teased her. Having control of her in this particular position could have entertained her for hours whether or not it served as a means to an end, and she opted to enhance that entertainment by chiming in with the other redhead. The distraction made her back feel much better.

"Do you have it?", she asked, seductiveness peppering the curiosity in her tone. "Your partner asks a good question." Unable to help herself, Arlise tucked her legs more tightly together so her thighs squeezed and nearly eclipsed Morrigan's face, leaving only her nose and lips on display. "I think I've got you."