I continue pouring on the pressure, my fists wrapped together and digging into the small of your back, and my biceps crushing down on your sides, visibly narrowing your waist. My chest pushes up into yours, trying to pancake your breasts with mine whilst the onlookers cheer me on. With so little clothes on either of us, our sweat slicked skin slips over and across each other, our hot breath mixing together in a symphony of groans and gasps. I feel your arms wrap around me in response, boldly embracing and returning the bearhug in direct struggle, alpha vs alpha. I have to respect it.
Your own crushing grip around me is remarkable in it's own right, and it's obvious why you were the alpha here, a mighty lioness that all respected. Were. Because now the once mighty lioness was being coiled around by a mightier python, slowly but surely wearing you down, claiming victory inch by inch as I power through you, constricting down tighter.. tighter... tighter... trying to make you moan in pain in front of those who once thought you invincible.
