Meeting with the Crimson Eye (Phoebe and Seraphim)

A thin, sick smile crossed Phoebe's lips as she realized how distressed Seraphim was by that last barrage. Seraphim was, at least for the moment, an ally. That didn't stop Phoebe from taking a sort of sick pleasure from the pain she was inflicting to her opponent... It didn't matter WHO that opponent was. Phoebe both hated and loved this rush. There was nothing else like it.

Caught up in the rush of the moment, she knelt down, surveying Seraphim's not unattractive form. Phoebe's instinct told her to reach around Seraphim's head for a sleeper hold to put the girl out here and now, but Phoebe's promise came to mind. Easy on the head... at least the back of it. Probably best not to take the chance and this match was... surprisingly fun. It'd be more satisfying to see if she was able to take Seraphim to her limit. Raising her hand, Phoebe would aim a chop at Seraphim's throat. Not exactly a classy move, but she hoped mostly to stun Seraphim enough to prepare for her next move: She would scoot to the side of Seraphim's body and attempt to wrap her legs around Seraphim's waist, applying a scissors to her body.

At the moment, Seraphim had no chance of defending herself. She was down and prone, left up to Phoebe's devices on what she could really do to the girl. It was an uncomfortable, even frightening thought to know she couldn't fight back, but since she was fighting an ally, and not a true match, she felt a tiny sense of releif that she would at least be able to make it out of this without a broken bone of any sort. Still, she was too focused on just getting air into her lungs and being on her feet again that she had been unable to keep herself away from what happened next.

"Guugh! ..*cough*..." As Phoebe's strike to Seraphim's neck had made it's mark, Seraphim doubled over, twitching slightly on the mat as she rolled to the side, one hand clutching her neck now as she coughed, gagged, and struggled desperately to get a single breath. Without being able to focus on breathing and concentration, it was much harder to ignore pain like she used to, and soon she was rolling to her side on the mat, visibly shaking a little as she tried to return air to her empty lungs. Panting a few times even, her whole face red, Seraphim looked a lot more vulnerable than before, still left for Phoebe to do as she pleased, the girl clearly suffering now from her partner's attacks.

When Phoebe wrapped her legs next around Seraphim, she gritted her teeth, growling a little but also giving a soft groan as she started to lose some fight in her, the scissor hold also helping to keep her in place by the waist, and putting more pressure on her chest. Even now, she found it difficult to fight back, still tying to recooperate as her ample chest quickly rise and fell in her drench soaked shirt, desperately trying to recover by now. She looked so vulnerable, but there was something alluring about her position right now, like the vulnerability could be taken far in any sort of way, like a slave for her dominator.

Phoebe's entire face rang of satisfaction as her thighs squeezed against Seraphim's waist, ignoring the dull, throbbing pain in her knee as she worked the hold. She reveled in her partner's suffering and helplessness. Seraphim was truly a powerful opponent. Reducing her to this helplessness excited Phoebe. She had beaten tough foes before... but Seraphim was different. She wasn't just beautiful... though that certainly helped... but there was something in the way she carried herself... the way she fought... in probably whatever story she had to tell... that was undeniably sexy. Elena had similar intangible qualities, but the two of them were as different as night and day.

Watching Seraphim writhe in pain right now, the realization finally struck Phoebe that she felt a definite attraction to this woman. Phoebe began to understand for the first time why Elena got such a thrill out of what she did.

The idea crossed Phoebe's mind to ask for Seraphim's submission, but she quickly squelched the notion. No sense in disturbing this moment. She wanted a total victory. Seraphim definitely wouldn't give up easily, and she wanted to squeeze that submission out of her by force. As an added thrill, the possibility that Seraphim might fight through this hold and even make a comeback... it was remote, but it still thrilled Phoebe all the more.

Breathing heavily now, with jolt and a soft grunt of effort, Phoebe would wrench the hold tighter... she was beginning to feel pangs of exhaustion as her knee continued to throb. Still, there was no stopping now. Not until Seraphim broke the hold... or she broke Seraphim.

Caught up in the moment, Phoebe's left hand would start to trace up the inside of her captive's thigh. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing or why. But that didn't matter. It felt as though she had to do it. First, the intent was to restrain Seraphim's leg... but now her hand just seemed to grab her pant-covered thigh possessively, pressing in just tight enough to feel Seraphim's muscle. Slowly, Phoebe's grip would slide up Seraphim's thigh higher and higher, slowly approaching the girl's crotch.

((Getting kinda heated now... at least I HOPE it comes across as sexy and not stupid... Anyway, just to explicitly state what the writing may have failed to, you ARE meant to have an "out" here if you want Seraphim to break the hold.))

((It's fine, no worries. ^_^ ))

Time.. it was all she would need, and she could turn this around. A few moments, maybe twenty seconds at most. Just enough to bring the air into her lungs, and Seraphim felt the possibility of her retaliation clearly in site. But for the moment, that was just a plan, and not a possibility as she felt the rare moment of pain taking her over, no longer contained on a leash for her like it always had. For someone to make Seraphim surpass her pain threshold was an amazing feat as is, but to bring her down like this and leave her in such a vulnerable state, this would be something she could never forget.

Her hands never moved from where they were, one clutching her bare stomach, and the other trying to sooth her neck, as she did all she possibly could to try and ignore the pain from the scissor hold. Submissions were a bitch, and she couldn't stand them either, but not because they hurt, only because of their annoyance; she had been able to tolerate nearly any submission with flying colors. And yet... being left breathless like this, she find that being able to hold it off became harder, the girl still panting for breath like a tired dog, her pale, smooth skin thoroughly covered in a glossy sweat as her chest would rise and fall from her shallow attempts to breath correctly again. Slowly it was beginning to come back to her, and soon enough she'd have her chance to strike, but not before she felt Phoebe's hand wrap around her thigh.

This girl was trying to really keep her held down, wasn't she? That as Seraphim's thoughts at first, but when she felt those fingertips rise more and more, it made her go to confusion, and then a realization. Was she trying to have her way?

The moment that question came to mind, Seraphim's hips swayed a little and shuddered once more when she felt how high her grip had gone, mearly inches from her womanhood, leaving the white-haired girl nervous and uncertain, but somewhat expecting of what would happen next. Even as she got closer, her grip came off as a soothing touch, tickling her which caused Seraphim's body to shudder just faintly, like the touch was more intimate than anything. Seraphim didn't say anything to protest what Phoebe was doing, instead still trying to get a solid breath, watching with her crimson eye wide, uncertain and even hesitant of what would happen next.

Phoebe's eyes met Seraphim's eye with all emotion once again wiped from her face. She only stared into Seraphim's eye with intensity... not quite sure what she was feeling at the moment... Well, she knew EXACTLY what she was feeling at the moment, but her mind wasn't making the connections... too focused on the fight.

Her gaze remained unwavering as Phoebe's errant hand finally reached Seraphim's womanhood, first a light touch as her fingers brushed up against it... then she caressed it softly but possessively... tracing its shape with her fingers and eventually teasing the slit, pressing into it gently. There wasn't a lot she could do with Seraphim's pants in the way, but she did about as much as she could.

Suddenly... as if she suddenly came to terms with what she was doing, Phoebe's fingers froze, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly in uncertainty, still focused intently and unwaveringly on Seraphim. Her hand retreated down Seraphim's thigh a few inches... not too far... With a hiss of exertion, she wrenched the scissors tighter, as if to make up for the lost focus, trying to push these impulses out of her mind, at least until the fight was over. It probably wasn't wise, but she put every ounce her energy into squeezing Seraphim, her body shaking with exertion, her entire body growing more and more covered in a layer of sweat. Losing her focus like that was dangerous, even with an ally. Those impulses... had to wait. Phoebe now wanted to squeeze a submission out of Seraphim as quickly as possible, though she began to quiver in exhaustion as she put everything she had in the hold.

As their eyes met, for the first time someone in the AFW would witness a genuine worry and slight fear on her face. This was because Seraphim was afraid she would lose. And even if this was just a spar, she had her pride, and had promised herself to win every fight, even if it was in the gym. But as she witnessed the focused look on her partners beautiful face, her crimson eye looking right into Phoebe's violet orbs, she could see the determination this girl had as well. Even with the fear of losing, she did feel a growing respect for Phoebe. After all, if she was able to put Seraphim down like this, then clearly she made a good decision with choosing her over anyone else.

But just then, as she felt the soft touch of the girl's hand caressing her thigh and slowly rising higher, Seraphim's expression slipped into something more vulnerable, letting out a heated sigh, her breath a bit shaky and her face gently slipping to a soft, reddened blush when Phoebe's fingertips went across her sex. Even with the tight, leather pants she wore, riding low along her well shapen hips, she could still feel those lusty fingers through the fabric, a ping of pleasure crossing with the fading pain she once hand, causing her to bite the edge of her lip and tilt her head back just a little as she uttered a very faint moan. Phoebe's touch felt more than good, causing Seraphim to strongly feel the desire for her touch once more, but fortunately, even as her pussy begged for more, Phoebe seemed to snap back to the real match at hand, allowing Seraphim to slowly regain her focus as well.

By now, her lungs were properly filled with air once again, but it still came as hard to breath with Phoebe straddled on top of her, and the hold she had on Seraphim. Even as it hurt every nerve in her body around her hips, she still managed to open her eye again, and find a strange attraction during the fight as she watched Phoebe tremble and exert all of her strength into the scissor hold. The way her body shuddered, those warm thighs pressing into her hips, the glistening layer of sweat that made her body glow, had Seraphim not been in such pain, she may have even dared to kiss the attractive woman. But for now, she focused on fighting against the pain, both fists clenching tightly as she reeled her head back, her moan moments ago reaching a loud cry of pain, breathing sharply through her teeth as she cringed and tried to bite back the agony. She couldn't give up! Not so soon, not when she still had a chance to strike! She was desperate, and hardly had the time to aim, but, using what strength she could muster from all the pain, Seraphim rose both her fists up while she remained on her back, throwing them wildly ahead as she was still on the mat, attempting to hit Phoebe anywhere she could, unaimed and simply thrown ahead to try and get her off. What Seraphim didn't realize was that the surprisingly strong punches had gone strait for Phoebe's breasts as she threw both arms ahead simultaneously for the punch.

Seraphim's fists struck true, smacking with surprising force against Phoebe's orbs. Phoebe's eyes shot wide open in surprise, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Recoiling back from the blow, her arms flew around her chest by instinct, nursing her bust. The shock from the pain seemed to ripple throughout her body, throwing off her concentration, and loosening the scissors hold around Seraphim's waist almost completely. After an instant, the shock would pass and her eyes would meet Seraphim's once more, pained, but fiery determination in them. However, her body was exhausted, her arms only now pulling away from her chest. Seraphim could easily escape the scissors hold, now, and she still had the advantage as Phoebe tried to recover.

There was something surprisingly inticing about seeing her recoil in pain and clutch her breasts like that. The woman's actions were more graceful than ever at the start of this match, but seeing her getting sloppy, losing focus, and baring the pain that she got from every blow, Seraphim couldn't help but find something appealing about it all. She wanted to see that more, she desired to bring out another side of this girl for her own pleasure.

But for now, she focused on her own well being, and the moment that surging pain that went through her hips had vanished when Phoebe loosened the scissor hold, Seraphim didn't need to think twice about getting the Hell out of there. On her back, using her hands and feet, she crawled back in a desperate speed to escape out from under her, practically sliding along her back as she did. At one point though as she twisted and bucked her legs to get out, her thigh and knee grinded high between Phoebe's legs, forcing a long stride of her thigh rubbing hard against her crotch. But this had been only by accident as she tried to slip out from the girl, parting her distance as quick as she could.

Her chest and hips were killing her, even Seraphim's amazing threshold for pain was slipping as she tried to find some releif from it, sitting upright as one clutched the side of her hip, the other still on her stomach. Panting for breath, she felt like she could still take quite a bit more, but for the moment, she needed to recover before she could get to her feet, sorely rubbing the spots that pained her so, her crimson eye trained on Phoebe as she did with a determined look on her face, trying to hide the painful expression instead.

Phoebe let out another surprised gasp as Seraphim's thigh rubbed against her womanhood. She took a few breaths, stunned by the sensation for a half a second, reigniting some of the sharp pain she felt at the end of Seraphim's boot earlier. The stimulation also served as an unfortunate reminder of how damp this match was getting her.

Once Seraphim was clear, Phoebe took to recovering herself. Her knee was feeling a bit better, but was still throbbing from exertion. Hell, her legs were still quivering from the pressure she tried to apply to Seraphim. Matching Seraphim's stare with equal resolution, she rubbed her knee and gently massaged her thighs. She could barely stand, but seeing Seraphim recovering stirred her to try to act. She would try to work her way to her feet, but would be unable at the moment to do anything but perch on her knees. Her every thought now was once again on beating Seraphim, though her body did not yet have the energy her spirit seethed with. Instead, she would bide her time, trying to catch her breath and recover as well.

As Seraphim was on her feet, she found herself using one of the ropes to support her, gripping it with one hand as she hunched foward, taking a few long breaths while she felt the air properly returning to her lungs. Phoebe's hammerblow before really did a number to her, but slowly and surely, she was feeling better, enough to continue anyway. "You give up? C'mon, I know you got plenty left in ya." Seraphim said between breaths, still trying to keep on a strong facade and a cocky grin breaching the corners of her lips as she looked at Phoebe. The two of them were worn down, but sometimes this was where the fight truly got interesting, especially when there was the ability to truly crush and dominate your opponent. That didn't seem possible though since Seraphim was too tired, nor really had the desire to do such a thing to her new potential partner, but she still felt like the match wouldn't be complete without some sort of beatdown.

Shaking away these thoughts as best as she could, Seraphim slowly stood away from the ropes, able to stand properly on two feet before she slowly regained her stance. Fists raised like a boxer, legs curved like a Mauy Thai expert, she tried to keep herself steady for more. But as she looked her opponent over, Seraphim's eyes started to... wander. She couldn't hide her definite attraction for Phoebe in her mind any more, even her single eye clearly looking her up and down for a moment as she mentally tried to slap herself for thinking such ways. It didn't feel right for this at the moment, she had to focus on winning and impressing Phoebe, not letting herself get these lusty thoughts.