Sig's Reward

The effects of the last week were making themselves quite known as Sig gasped and panted. Under different circumstances, Minerva knew the blonde likely would’ve had much more energy in the tank after taking what she had today. “Not done already, are you?” teased Minerva while pulling herself up to her hands and knees again.

The raven haired mistress then watched as Sig slowly rolled over and pulled herself back up. It actually became difficult to tell whether she was doing out of resilient resistance, or simply because she was inwardly enjoying this. Either way, Minerva was just happy to know their fun would be continuing.

She inched toward the blonde, before making a sudden and quick movement with her hand, as if she were about to lash out at Sig. However, it was simply a feint, and the arm would retract as quickly as it had moved out. Minerva was curious to see whether the feint would prompt Sig into attacking again, or if she would instead stay back and be more cautious in waiting for an opening.

The sudden movement Minerva made caused Sig to wince and pulled back, but it turned out as a feint in the end. The blonde clicked her tongue and scoffed, slightly annoyed that she let herself being intimidated by her mistress that way.

She decided to return the favor, going for a feint herself by lunging forward and then pulled back. Under normal condition, she could probably do that without any problem. At the moment, however, with her body already exhausted by the raven haired beauty, she might be a bit too slow to pull back without her realizing it.

Another giggle escaped Minerva’s lips as her feint caused Sig to flinch, amused at the fact that it had taken so little to intimidate her in that moment. “No need to be scared, my dear.” she joked, though she knew full well genuine “fear” hadn’t been the reason for the flinch.

Thinking this had encouraged Sig to respond by lashing out at the mistress again, Minerva lunged out and tried to catch the blonde’s arm in her hands, only to find nothing but air as the limb was pulled back. Hoping she hadn’t made herself too vulnerable, Minerva attempted to quickly pull herself back up and continue reaching out for the arm she’d initially missed, intending to use it to pull Sig down onto the mattress again.

Her feint initially worked, but Minerva decided to extend her reach, and Sig was a bit too slow in her pull back. Her mistress' longer arm managed to caught hers in the end, and the blonde yelped as she was pulled onto the mat face down.

"Ugh...!" Sig grunted and began to push herself up, wanting to get away as quick as possible before her mistress could take advantage of her fatigued body.

Despite missing with her first attempt, Minerva managed to get a hold of Sig with her next try and pulled her down onto the mattress. But the blonde remained resilient and pushed back, attempting to keep the raven haired mistress at bay.

Attempting to secure the upper hand, Minerva suddenly lunged out with her entire body and attempted to bring her torso crashing down on top of Sig. If it worked, then there was a good chance the impact would drain much of her pet’s remaining resistance right out of her. But if she missed, the raven haired beauty would be wide open for Sig to attack.

Out of nowhere, Minerva decided to lunge forward, throwing her body on top of Sig who was a little too focused on getting herself away from her mistress. The raven haired beauty's figure crashed on top of her back in a reversed position, Sig's face facing Minerva's feet. Even if it wasn't the hardest slam ever, the impact was enough to stop the lithe blonde in her track. Weight difference, aside, there's the thing called gravity.

"Augh!" the blonde grunted as she was flattened on the bed, her struggling stopped instantly as her air was knocked off her lung with that body splash. "Guh..."

Minerva’s body crashed down onto Sig’s, and the blonde’s grunt as well as the sudden ceasing of her struggles told the mistress her attack had done its job to perfection. Her pet was flattened and motionless underneath her, and a sly smirk once again formed on Minerva’s expression as she moved to take advantage of the opening she made.

Rolling Sig onto her back, Minerva then swung a leg over the blonde’s petit body and sat down on her chest in a schoolgirl pin, framing her cute face with her thighs. Grinning down into Sig’s eyes, the raven haired beauty casually and confidently rested her hands on her hips.

“Looks like I’ve got you again.” she said with a giggle, before bouncing on Sig’s chest once just to emphasize her point and make sure the girl stayed winded.

Minerva took full advantage of Sig's winded state, rolling her around before settling herself on top of the blonde in the schoolgirl pin. By the time she realized, Sig found herself already pinned again, with her mistress' grinning down at her to emphasize her dominance.

"Ugh!" the blonde grunted as Minerva bounced on her once, knocking what little air she just regained after the splash from earlier.

She glared in defiance at the raven haired beauty, and bucked herself slightly in an exaggerated frustration. There's just something about Minerva subduing her over and over with minimal efforts that she found sexy and slightly annoying at the same time. Whether in the spar or match, her mistress almost seemed to be able to do that, as if the gap between them was that obvious.

The look on Sig’s face as she glared up at Minerva from between her thighs was absolutely wonderful. And when her pet bucked, it failed to even budge the mistress from her seat. “Awww, you look so cute down there.” Minerva teased, bringing a hand down to gently pat the blonde’s cheek a couple times.

Time after time, Sig’s attempts to get the upper hand on her mistress always ended like this. With Sig being dominated and subdued. This was the third competitive contest between them, and the third time Minerva had ended up in complete control over the blonde. And although there were no rules or stipulations set for this little spar, no one who’d watched would’ve questioned who had defeated who.

And as it was, Minerva just happened to be in perfect position to reward herself for her “victory,” and Sig for her tedious endurance of sexual torture through the past week. “Now then, I suppose I should make good on my promise, shouldn’t I?” she said. And with that, Minerva inched forward to sit on Sig’s face, giving her a mouthful of the mistress’ pussy. Meanwhile, the raven haired beauty’s hands once again moved back to grab a firm hold of her pet’s breasts, and began to dig her fingers into the soft orbs.

"Mmm!" Sig let out a muffled groan as Minerva slided forward to sit on her face, giving her a facefull of her sex.

She initially squirmed around a bit, but as her mistress began to tease her breasts again, the blonde eventually started to lick on the raven haired beauty's womanhood to return the favor. The scent of her mistress' pussy as well as the massaging on her breasts began to intoxicate her mind, driving the rest of her resistance away gradually as she became much more tamed under Minerva.

"Mmmm..."