Snake and Giantess - Chalia vs Cléophée Ysé

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée struggled like a feline, trying to push her opponent away, and after a few seconds, her body felt lighter than before. That was it, Chalia was no longer herself, and she could finally breathe, and she made no secret of it.

"AAAAhhhh!.. Uuuhf... Uuuhhhf..!"

The Frenchwoman panted long and hard; it was even nice to be able to breathe again, even though she could feel her muscles burning and the pain of the sudden blows all over her body... However, after a few seconds, the Frenchwoman's eyes widened as she remembered that the match was still going on. She looked for Chalia, and luckily for her, the brunette was also lying on the mat. She could rest peacefully, but not too much. She had to stay on her guard and get up slowly, keeping a wary eye on Chalia; her opponent was truly a viper...

"Grrr..."

[reini]

Chalia lay on the mat, her chest rising and falling heavily as undeniably she was exhausted already. She shut her eyes for a moment, willing herself to ignore the pain, so she can get back at the one who did this to her. It was like a really, really tough workout and she was nearing the end of it

She knew she had to move, had to do something before Cleophée could take advantage. Gritting her teeth, she rolled onto her stomach, pressing her palms into the mat. She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, arching her back slightly to stretch out the burning tension in her lower spine and tilting her hips side to side to ease the soreness in her thighs.

It did little to relief the pain, but it had to be enough. Chalia lunged forward, reached out and grabbed Cleophée’s wrist, yanking the French girl toward her before driving her shoulder into Cleophée’s sore midsection, wanting to tackle her back down to the mat with all the force she could muster!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée was beginning to take her opponent more and more seriously. After all, she had almost lost and had already lost a round in this match... She had to be careful, but not too careful at the same time. If she never showed aggression, Chalia would take advantage of it to attack her continuously without fear of an offensive from her... And unfortunately, backing away didn't help her move in that direction.

Chalia lunged at the Frenchwoman to grab her wrist, pulling the Frenchwoman towards her and crushing her shoulder against the Frenchwoman's stomach, making her gasp in pain and expel a good portion of the air she had managed to recover and store in her lungs!

"Pfwaahh!... Nnghh!.."

But Cléophée didn't give in! She felt her body being lifted into the air and then thrown to the ground and took advantage of her long legs and her rival's height to wrap her thighs around Chalia's face to pull her down with her, crushing Chalia's head against the mast while her back received the same treatment!

[reini]

Chalia found herself caught unexpectedly between Cléophée’s powerful thighs, her face practically buried in between them. Her breath caught short as her head was yanked down and slammed alongside Cléophée's body, slamming hard against the ground. Chalia's mind shut off momentarily, stars blinking in her vision before she regained consciousness.

Instinctively, she planted her hands on Cléophée’s thighs, trying to pry them apart, but her opponent's grip was tight, as legs were Cléo's strong side, while arms not exactly being Chalia's. Groaning in anger and frustration, Chalia twisted her body sideways, trying to rotate enough to unbalance Cléophée, even if just a little, and create a pocket of space to breathe, as not to pass out using the leverage of her shoulders and the bend in her core, she tried to bridge up, aiming to lift Cléophée’s hips slightly off the ground to reduce the crushing pressure on her skull. Arching her back to lift the blonde's weight added an ache in lumbar region on top of a pressure applied in her head already, but she needed to do something! Maybe if Cléo is caught off guard, she could flip the Frenchwoman over, as Chalia can't remain in a position that takes such a strain on back for too long.

Chalia grit her teeth as she bridged, the pressure from the mast behind her and Cléophée's weight causing her serious pain, but she, for now, powered through it, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down her body

[Bearhug Goddess]

Although Cleophée was initially surprised to receive a tackle in such a situation, her experience and instincts helped her make the right decisions to maintain her advantage. As she began to be pushed back, the White Giantess let her pelvis rise and wrapped her legs around her opponent's face, pivoting her hips slightly to the side to turn around with Chalia and fall on top of her opponent against the canvas.

Now trapped between her thighs, Cleophée could breathe to regain her composure and squeeze her thighs together to continue applying pressure to her opponent's head. She could feel Chalia's struggles, but they seemed to be ineffectual; her thighs were far too powerful... And it was for the best.

"Aaaawhh~.."

Cléophée obviously took the opportunity to pose for the cameras, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand while giving the cameras a sexy look... But letting her guard down didn't help her; on the contrary, it actually benefited Chalia, who managed to surprise Cléophée by lifting her up by the thighs, just enough to make her fall to the side and lose her balance.

"Ahhh?!"

[reini]

Chalia’s face was trapped tightly between Cleophée’s thighs those strong, toned legs clamping down around her head, as she was forced to take it helplessly. The pressure was crushing, she moaned with shaking voice as her skull throbbed, her ears rang, and her vision begun to blur slightly. She could hear Cleophée breathing easily, even giggling slightly, frustrating her more and more.

Chalia seethed inside, both her pride and body hurt, she gritted her teeth, not just from physical agony but from the humiliation. The blonde was casually wiping the sweat from her brow, and posing off, as if Chalia wasn't even a threat to her. And she probably wouldn't, should she have not eased her grip unconsciously. With a grunt of effort, she started to lift Cleophée by the thighs, her arms shaking, but fueled by that mix of anger, humiliation, and whatever little part of her body wasn't completely exhausted just yet. She wasn’t going to be a toy you can toss around however you want!

Narrowly escaping Cléophée’s crushing headscissor, who appeared to have gotten a little too cocky, Chalia grabs hold of Cléophée’s legs and stands up, sighing.

"Grrhh - no more being your pillow…!" she hisses, annoyed by being the one takng in damage for most of time, the match being much less smooth than she anticipated

She steps over the Frenchwoman's body and turns her around, locking both of the Frenchwoman's legs under her arms, trying to lock Cléophée in Boston Crab!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée fell to her side, lying on her stomach after releasing her headscissors. She had to get up quickly to follow up with another move or even avoid another strange move from her opponent, but it was already too late for her. Chalia was already in position, on top of the Frenchwoman, her legs still gripped, which she quickly lifted to trap the White Giantess in a Boston Crab!

"Nnghhh!.. Nyaaahhh!..."

Cléophée moaned timidly in pain; her back hurt, and so did her legs. She couldn't rest in such a position and had to get out of it, but how?..

The Frenchwoman then began to crawl on the ground, trying to carry Chalia with her to get near the ropes and grab them to request a rope break... But it was going to be difficult because of her opponent's weight, her uncomfortable position, and the fatigue that had been building up since the beginning of this match!

[reini]

Whether it was because Chalia wasn't as good with thinking on her feet as Cléophée, or because she was just this exhausted, the brunette paid no attention to why her opponent was trying to crawl away towards the edge of the ring. She pressed as hard as she could, bending Cléophée’s legs, but arm strength wasn't her best quality, and she was on a brink of exhaustion already, making the hold not as devastating as it perhaps could have been. This all finally allowed Cléo to wrap her fingers around the rope.

The referee immediately dropped to his knees and shouted, “Break the hold! ROPE BREAK!”
"H-huh?!" she let go begrudgingly, obeying the rules but turned around to see what happened. Confused and frustrated, her face flushed red in anger.

She had to take in so much from her enemy, just for her to somehow get out of it when it was finally her turn to be on the receiving end. She sat down, cleching her fists in powerless anger, her breasts and shoulders visibly falling and rising, as she breathed hard

"This isn't fair! You stupid cheater!" she said, looking at Cléophée, who was slowly dragging herself up with the ropes

"It's supposed to be my turn, idiot! S-she can't do that! I wanna be winning too!"

She felt angry and betrayed, but also she was starting to worry, as it meant she lost the advantage she had, sitting on top of Cléo. As the match will resume, both women will have an equal start, which wasn't a soothing thought to have

[Bearhug Goddess]

After a long crawling journey along the ground, dragging her opponent on her back and unable to use her legs, Cléophée managed to grab the ropes with her fingertips. The referee had watched this scene from start to finish and called the rope break the very second Cléophée managed to grab the ropes.

"Ahhh..."

Cléophée sighed deeply; she could finally breathe and stand up. She used the ropes to lean on as she slowly got up and turned around to see Chalia, flustered and disappointed by such an event. The Frenchwoman could only smile after wiping the sweat from her forehead, mocking her opponent with a small smile as she remained with her back to the ropes.

"Stop crying and attack, you stupid crybaby..."

[reini]

Chalia took a step back, as break time obviously constitutes both of them. Every since that brutal bearhug. she was in pain constantly, and now that adrenaline wore off she could feel it even more. Putting hands to her hips, she arched backward pushing her chest forward and lifting her chin to the ceiling, hoping the stretch could relief some of her pain.

"Stop crying and attack, you stupid crybaby..."

But Cléophée just wouldn't let her rest, reminding Chalia about her infuriating presence. Chalia hissed in irritation, as Cléophée seemed to remian cocky and unbothered. The invitation to attack first also seemed quite worrying, given she had the advantage of the ropes allowing her Cléo easy counter against whatever Chalia wouldn't do, or even perform an aerial attack.
Biting her lip, she finally decided on a risky move. Chalia raced forward, ducked low, and slid between Cléophée’s legs, popping up behind her. She couldn't give her a chance to defend herself, so she jumped onto her back, wrapping her legs around her neck in a tight inverted headscissors!

Then, Chalia yanked backward hard, her whole body snapping like a whip. The ropes stretched taut, then sprung Cleophee forward, helping launch her head-first in a nasty arc as Chalia flipped fully backward, in a Poison Rana attack.

The ground made a loud thud, as the Frenchwoman landed on her neck and shoulders, forcing her to fold under her weight. Chalia landed smoothly on her knees, her breasts heaving. She looked over her shoulder, excited to see what she managed to pull off.

"Hah! Still think I'm stupid?"

Chalia walked up to her downed opponent, and, wanting to humilliate her further, she sat down right on her face! Giggling