For what seemed like the longest minutes, Luna and Sylvie were locked in a desperate struggle. Despite having a smaller frame, Sylvie was a formidable fighter and Luna could barely believe everything was going downhill so quickly for her.
Through years of hardships and survival, Sylvie had tempered her body into an efficient weapon. The product of a savage civil war in being waged in a forgotten corner of the world. Coupled with her fierce determination and pride, there was no way she would relent to this blonde foreigner who dared trespass her territory.
On the other hand, no matter how hard Luna tried, it was only a matter of time until she was forced to give into defeat as the athletic resistance fighter skillfully coiled her body around hers like an anaconda, twisting her up in in very shameful ways. Applying pressure, slowly, methodically. Patiently waiting for her prey to exhaust herself.
Trapped in a headlock, unable to move a single muscle, feeling how the air was being choked out of her... she suddenly felt it: Fingers, pushing past her underwear. Searching. Probing. Caressing her slit. And she came to a realization - this girl fights like us.
(To be continued.)