Josh Craven vs Black Rose

She'd inadvertently put herself closer as she rammed his shoulder back onto the canvas, and he turned his face from one side to the other, shifting his attention from her right breast to the left. His nose briefly brushing against the small bud, he nudged his head backward and caught it inbetween his teeth, biting down just enough to pinch it tauntingly.

"Ah! b-but... biting... not... allowed..." She pants, knowing the ref won't call anything. In fact, she'srather enjoying the show, jeering out a taunting "Twooooo...."

Once again he used her distraction to his advantage, powering out of the pin as a soft pant caused her to weaken for the blink of an eye. Even as he freed himself he lingered; his teeth withdrawing, his tongue tracing a slow, taunting circle around the pink areola before his lips wrapped around it for another soft, almost tender kiss. Sex Wars rules allowed for the use of... uncommon tactics, and if that was an area she was weak in he had no aversion whatsoever toward employing them.

His free hand wrapped around her back, sliding down to smack against her rear in a playful little swat, and he pulled back from her breast to lie down peacefully, almost as if daring her to try and pin him again.

She mutters "Bitch." But the way her nipples hardened in his mouth showed she wasn't completely unappreciative. Either way, she takes his opportunity, seductively kneeling over his head, lowering the wrapped area between her legs toward his mouth... and yanking is head up by the hair in a lightning fast motion, wrapping her legs around his neck. "A pin isn't the only way we can end this." Her legs tense, locking around his neck, and he has a feeling that no amount of pulling is going to dislodge her this time. Another squeeze restricts his breathing, the sensitive area she had offered now limiting his throat to long shallow breaths.

For a moment he honestly thought he'd managed to win her over, but then her legs scissored down around his neck and he realised that she'd played him right back. The pressure to his jugular sent instinctive jolts of panic up his spine, his body pushing a burst of adrenaline into his veins.

His arms were free, and they moved up to grab onto her hips, pushing her over and onto her back, moving the worst of the weight onto the back of his neck rather than his exposed throat. A strangled growl rose from his lips, and he pushed his legs in under him, half standing up as he attempted to pull her up for a powerbomb; however, he overbalanced halfway through and fell forward, finding himself in an only barely better position than he had before.

Seeing an opportunity, she thrusts her legs foreward, slamming his head to the mat. She loosens her grip slightly for half of a second as his head hits home, using the opportunity to push sideways out from under him and into his back, where his hands will have more trouble reaching her. She tightens her leg's iron grip again...

He was dazed for half a heartbeat as his face was driven into the ground, though not so much as to not take advantage of the brief moment of breathing room. Once again he found her strong legs squeezing down around his neck, though as she lay upon his back he found it easier to push himself upward; propelling himself to his hands and knees before standing straight up, balancing back and forth before simply throwing himself backward, attempting to slam her under his weight and loosen her hold on his head.

His slam is probably going to bruise, but it only makes her tighten her hold, trying to contrict his breath now, as she curls around his head, covering his eyes and holding on for dear life, chest pressedto his forehead quite neatly.

Slowly the quick burst of strength began to fade, and he grunted under his breath as he felt a dizzying sensation beginning to take hold. His supply of air was steadily being expended, and his neck strained unsucessfully against the squeeze of her thighs to gather more. One of his hands instinctively wound its way to her leg, trying to worm itself in between her thigh and his neck to ease the grip of her hold.

The other fumbled with her arm, and he managed to grasp onto the slender limb; pulling it back and bending it as best he could, twisting on it in his grip.

He works his fingers between his neck and her thigh, but she only crushes his fingers into his neck as well, desperately to hold on. His other arm meets with more success, twisting it and making her grunt in pain. But she's stubborn, holding on tightly.