Parading his Prize - Max vs Selene (complete

In response to Max's pain, Selene laughed in an almost musical way, masking the effort she was putting into the hold. "Hey, uh, odd request, but, while you're down there... if you could tell me if I smell more like peaches, or french vanilla... I forgot what lotion I used."

Max's efforts to work at Selene's feet were troublesome, given his angle, but they were enough to get her to release the hold, letting his head drop to the floor. Getting a little confident now, Selene would then rise to her feet and try to lift Max up to her, kneeing him in the stomach to keep him stunned, and locking in a bear hug around his waist.

Max only responded with a grunt to Selene's request. He was raised to his feet only to double over in real pain from his opponent's knee hitting his stomach. Max was winded and could do nothing to prevent the bear hug.

With a grunt, Selene locked the bear hug in. "Well, you've gotten a LOT quieter. That's a marked improvement." She taunted through grit teeth and wrenched the bear hug once more. "I hope you're good at cleaning bathrooms, dear."

Max shook his head as the squeeze was put on. "No...it's not happening like this!!" he found himself thinking out loud. Max leaned over his opponent's shoulder, starting to lose his grip. He clenched a fist and pounded on Selene's back. "Let go!!"

For a while, Selene was beginning to enjoy the feel of her captive against her skin. She was snapped out of this daze by his exclamation. "Never bet what you can't afford to lose, sweetie."

But he only fully commanded her attention with his effort to strike at Selene's back. The blow struck home. The element of surprise plus Selene's fatigue at having applied so many different moves for so long caused her grip to come loose, releasing him almost completely. If he fell, he'd find himself freed completely, but even if he remained standing, he could easily wrest himself free from Selene's grasp.

Max pushed himself free of Selene's grasp, falling onto his back panting. He was exhausted and needed to rest, but he didn't think Selene was going to let up. Max, felt that his feet were near Selene's and hooked his foot around her ankle, attempting to trip her.

Selene had planned to stalk her prey, giving herself a moment to recover before inflicting more damage upon him. "Ooh, it's so much more interesting when you fight back." She smiled at him, not noticing his hooking of his feet around her ankle. She fell hard on the ground next to him, quickly trying to roll herself over and put her legs between the two of them.

"N-no!" Max threw his hands around Selene's throat and attempted to roll so that he was on top. He hated being taunted probably as much as his prey hated him taunting them.

Selene was surprised by Max's sudden ferocity. She would struggle, but he'd find himself on top of her relatively easily thanks his attempts to strangle her. She would scowl, staring up at him, but otherwise be unable to respond verbally. After working at his hands for a few seconds, she would try to elbow his face and knee him in the closest area she could hit... which could very well be his nether regions.

Max felt himself nearly stunned as his hands shot from Selene's neck to his now ailing crotch. He rolled off of his prey with a scream of pain. "Ow!!! No fair!!! Cheap shot!!!" he yelled in short gasps. The pain down below caused him to ignore the pain which was also very real at his head from those elbows to his face.