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Iosif twisted his shoulders one way, then the other, trying once more to free his quickly tiring body from this most recent submission hold. It was impossible, the strong legs of the wolf hardly moved, except to tighten up and push him forward ever so slightly. Somehow, Runa had managed to swing her legs up under his arms, crossing her calves atop his shoulders. The result was excruciating, and the proud knight had found himself biting back a scream several times already.
His strength vanished from his aching body again, and he slumped forward as much as her binding legs would allow. He panted shallowly, grunting against the searing heat in his shoulders and back.
"I had thought that fighting a knight would prove more...uh, harder? Challenging?" Runa said from behind him, tilting her head to try and see the look on Iosif's face. She spoke uncertainly in an English that was heavily accented from her native Norwegian. "Is this your best, Iosif of Vyrthos?"
There was a chuckle from outside the ring ropes, where Astrid stood watching the show with amusement. The two Scandinavians had hit it off at once and spent some time sparring before turning their attention to Iosif when he had, perhaps foolishly, offered the girls some uninvited pointers. Now, for the past hour, the blonde wolves had been taking turns running him through a gauntlet of expertly applied headscissors, rear-naked chokes, armbars, bodyscissors and several things he didn't even know the name for.
At first, Iosif had managed to put up some small resistance, but each time whichever girl he was fighting would hold him between her legs until he either begged for mercy of lost consciousness. By now, he was little better than a toy ragdoll being twisted up like a Bavarian pretzel at their will. Despite their toned bodies glimmering with persperation, they didn't seem like they were going to get bored anytime soon.
"Please..." Iosif gasped as Runa tightened up her grip another notch, maintaining his usual high manners such as befit a Knight of Vyrthos, "...my...my good woman. I've had enough...I submit...willfully, I submit."
A look of confusion crossed Runa's face, and she turned her head to look at Astrid.
"What does he say?" She asked, clearly a little embarressed to have not understood. Iosif grunted as her movment caused another shock of pain in his back. He focused on his breathing, waiting for Astrid to clarify for her.
"I think he asked if that's really all you've got, Runa!" Astrid said, leaning against the ropes excitedly. She grinned at the weak struggle and whimpering sounds this betrayal coaxed from Iosif's exhausted body.
"R-Runa, no!" He said, panicking, his hand flapped in a vain attempt to tap out, but it was stuck in no man's land and couldn't reach her muscular thigh, "She's ly-!"
He cut off with a cry of pain that he could no longer hold back as Runa pushed him forward and began squeezing her thighs closer together.
"Uff-da!" Runa said with a laugh, "You are, um...maybe, stronger than I thought, Iosif of Vyrthos!" She looked back and tipped a wink at Astrid before adding ominously: "Perhaps we should not be holding back anymore, Astrid."
Astrid's grin widened with clear excitement.
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Cheers to him for giving me a challenge with this pose, and for the opportunity to show Runa bullying someone with her power-lifter legs ;P
Iosif and Astrid belong to IosifOfVyrthos
Runa belongs to StyxianSailor
His strength vanished from his aching body again, and he slumped forward as much as her binding legs would allow. He panted shallowly, grunting against the searing heat in his shoulders and back.
"I had thought that fighting a knight would prove more...uh, harder? Challenging?" Runa said from behind him, tilting her head to try and see the look on Iosif's face. She spoke uncertainly in an English that was heavily accented from her native Norwegian. "Is this your best, Iosif of Vyrthos?"
There was a chuckle from outside the ring ropes, where Astrid stood watching the show with amusement. The two Scandinavians had hit it off at once and spent some time sparring before turning their attention to Iosif when he had, perhaps foolishly, offered the girls some uninvited pointers. Now, for the past hour, the blonde wolves had been taking turns running him through a gauntlet of expertly applied headscissors, rear-naked chokes, armbars, bodyscissors and several things he didn't even know the name for.
At first, Iosif had managed to put up some small resistance, but each time whichever girl he was fighting would hold him between her legs until he either begged for mercy of lost consciousness. By now, he was little better than a toy ragdoll being twisted up like a Bavarian pretzel at their will. Despite their toned bodies glimmering with persperation, they didn't seem like they were going to get bored anytime soon.
"Please..." Iosif gasped as Runa tightened up her grip another notch, maintaining his usual high manners such as befit a Knight of Vyrthos, "...my...my good woman. I've had enough...I submit...willfully, I submit."
A look of confusion crossed Runa's face, and she turned her head to look at Astrid.
"What does he say?" She asked, clearly a little embarressed to have not understood. Iosif grunted as her movment caused another shock of pain in his back. He focused on his breathing, waiting for Astrid to clarify for her.
"I think he asked if that's really all you've got, Runa!" Astrid said, leaning against the ropes excitedly. She grinned at the weak struggle and whimpering sounds this betrayal coaxed from Iosif's exhausted body.
"R-Runa, no!" He said, panicking, his hand flapped in a vain attempt to tap out, but it was stuck in no man's land and couldn't reach her muscular thigh, "She's ly-!"
He cut off with a cry of pain that he could no longer hold back as Runa pushed him forward and began squeezing her thighs closer together.
"Uff-da!" Runa said with a laugh, "You are, um...maybe, stronger than I thought, Iosif of Vyrthos!" She looked back and tipped a wink at Astrid before adding ominously: "Perhaps we should not be holding back anymore, Astrid."
Astrid's grin widened with clear excitement.
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Cheers to him for giving me a challenge with this pose, and for the opportunity to show Runa bullying someone with her power-lifter legs ;P
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