L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

“Ambre, how do you feel?” whispers Garlim, her voice hoarse with excitement as she presses Ambre's head. “I love the way you fit perfectly between my thighs.” Garlim's grip tightens, her thighs squeezing Ambre's head like a vice. “You're so helpless, it's almost... adorable.” Garlim's words fade as she continues to press Ambre, her face scrunching up slightly in concentration. “I want to see how long it takes you to pass out from this.”

Her question wouldn't take long to be answered, as Ambre slowly fainted, unable to put up any resistance. “Uh?” Garlim lifted her legs and sat on her knees on the bed, gazing intently at the state the Frenchwoman was in. “Ohw, mon cheri” She said somewhat embarrassed by what she had done.

The blonde goddess took the Frenchwoman gently by the shoulders and slid behind her to sit her on her lap, letting Ambre's back lay across her large bust. “Are you okay?” said Garlim as she began to gently hug and caress Ambre.

Ambre rested tenderly next to Garlim's chest, completely defeated after the surprise reverse bearhug and the terrible headscissor she had managed to escape during their match. The Frenchwoman remained unconscious for several seconds, unable to respond or even move. It wasn't the first time Ambre had been knocked out in a fight, but it was the first time under these circumstances.

She woke up a little over a minute later, opening her eyes to see the blonde hugging her, which she pushed away slightly as she sat up.

"C-Cheater..."

The blonde goddess might be temperamental, but she definitely wasn't an abuser either. In her most vulnerable state, Garlim simply comforted Ambre and pampered her with a certain tenderness, helping her escape the unconscious state the Frenchwoman found herself in as she slowly caught her breath. The fact that the first thing Ambre did upon waking up was simply call her a cheater brought a mischievous smile to Garlim's face.

"Aww, come on, mademoiselle, it's been fun. At least for me." She said with a mischievous smile that was rarely seen on her; you could tell she was delighted to be spending time with Ambre. "Come." she said in an almost motherly manner as she gently let the Frenchwoman lie down on the bed, tenderly stroking her forehead before lying down next to her.

"I'm sorry about all this. This is actually the first time I've invited a friend over... It feels strange and great at the same time," Garlim said, trembling with excitement before wrapping herself in a hug for Ambre. She was ready to rest after a hard day of squeezing so much.