Re: Jumping in the Deep End
Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2026 8:21 pm
Keith was starting to lose feeling in his legs. Was that normal? He very much hoped it was normal. It was a little hard to say, because he’d never had a woman on top of him using her mammoth things to try and split him apart in the middle.
While it was true that this probably wasn’t as bad as being dissected by her legs, this hold was definitely starting to wear on him over time. He’d always wondered why people would ever tap to a move like this, didn’t seem that effective, but now that he was in it, he could see the problem. He had no leverage, no ground throw a punch, and it would’ve been hell to reach the ropes if there were ropes to reach. Even if you got out of thing, running would be a pain for minutes to come, and there was always the chance that she could mix it up with a breast smother or something like that.
So it was a good thing, then, that Tris seemed to go along with his request to spice things up. Reluctantly, but she did do it.
On her own time. Fuck.
”Mmm.” Keith repeated her own noise back, though his version was much closer to a grumbling that a mildly disapproving hum. He had a feeling he knew was coming in those thirty seconds, and while she didn’t pour on the pressure quite as bad as she could have, he was sure, the effects still had him groaning and writhing and clenching.
Thirty seconds. Half a minute. Crazy how that could feel so long. His hands came to her legs without even thinking, reflexively looking for something to hold onto, even if it was the source of his problems.
Keith took a few quick, deep breaths and started soldiering through it, all while he looked up her way with a withering stare. ”You’re just a little evil, you know that? It crazy how you pull it off.”
While it was true that this probably wasn’t as bad as being dissected by her legs, this hold was definitely starting to wear on him over time. He’d always wondered why people would ever tap to a move like this, didn’t seem that effective, but now that he was in it, he could see the problem. He had no leverage, no ground throw a punch, and it would’ve been hell to reach the ropes if there were ropes to reach. Even if you got out of thing, running would be a pain for minutes to come, and there was always the chance that she could mix it up with a breast smother or something like that.
So it was a good thing, then, that Tris seemed to go along with his request to spice things up. Reluctantly, but she did do it.
On her own time. Fuck.
”Mmm.” Keith repeated her own noise back, though his version was much closer to a grumbling that a mildly disapproving hum. He had a feeling he knew was coming in those thirty seconds, and while she didn’t pour on the pressure quite as bad as she could have, he was sure, the effects still had him groaning and writhing and clenching.
Thirty seconds. Half a minute. Crazy how that could feel so long. His hands came to her legs without even thinking, reflexively looking for something to hold onto, even if it was the source of his problems.
Keith took a few quick, deep breaths and started soldiering through it, all while he looked up her way with a withering stare. ”You’re just a little evil, you know that? It crazy how you pull it off.”