[The Training Gallery] Girl’s Got a Grip (Closed)

[Sashisaxani]

[The Training Gallery] Girl’s Got a Grip (Open) TS: 40 Summer 512 A.V. She had her claw between her teeth nibbling on her nail. Her tongue flickered over her fang… it must have been Sashi’s girl. She’d been promiscuous as of late, the summer heat having its way with her when no man would. Her sleek form craftily slithered across the cavern and around the Training Galley in Zinrah. The dim light of the glowstones shined off her moist skin, thick beautiful coils just waited and wanted to be grasped in all the wrong ways. Saxani made her round and took a look at the pits. Someone would give her a good soon, wouldn’t they? Zinrah was small enough for the Dhani within to know she was up to no good, not that it was a surprise. It really depended on how tolerable everyone was feeling. Saxani was desperate for the attention in one way or another, of course. No one tended to her ruined garden regularly anymore. She saw a pit open up and moved right into place. The boys had been sparring when she came over. It was coming to an end at long last. Both Dhani looked exhausted though. She still hoped to take a pick at the winner. She liked her men quick and strong. Saxani’s lips fell to pieces on the ground as she watched them brawl to the last. Those muscles, the veins wanting to rip out of their skins and lash the opponent… that grip, ugh! Saxani was nearly drooling over it. If her lusting knew the bounds her vanity did, she was done for. It would take another trauma to make her realize she couldn’t get what she wanted by slutting around. Saxani’s claws dug into the rock, her body ready to just pick one of them already and have him to herself. Her eyes darted back and worth, that wicked Dhani stare, as she struggled between the two. It was over then; she saw the headlock in place. A few seconds to turn his neck the right way and they’d be done. Saxani didn’t hold up. “Go another round?” She was already in the pit, the victor still breathing heavily from his match and the loser gone off to lick his wounds. They had been working each other very well. She liked that, a lot. “No,” he answered back clearly in a serpent’s tongue. Saxani refused to take “no” for an answer, of course. She might just get her wish and then some if she kept it up long enough. “Come one, just one more round?” She tried to ask as sweetly as she could, her finger tracing one of those bulging vessels that ran down the male’s arm. “I said no. I want to rest.” Saxani imposed herself upon the man, grabbing his wrist and imploring he stay for another round, “]Show me what you’ve got. I’m tough, I can take it. We can go rest after.” She was slithering all around him to block his path. Once stopped in his place, she let go and started backing up. Her abdomen flexed as she rocked her hips back and forth in her strut. The other Dhani squinted a moment, looking hard at her. His gaze softened as she danced for him, her finger calling to him. She was so seductive of not for that face. Her eyes were vicious looking, as if she were just on the hunt again for something to sate her primal drives. The Dhani, feeling used, turned away from her. “No,” he said, turning his back to her. Saxani began to glow in her rage. She’d get what she wanted one way or another. She slithered up to the slow moving Dhani, still very tired from his wrestling. She crossed over his tail and gave him a tap on the shoulder. Crossing over, she readied herself to pounce at him, take him down, and get what she wanted. The male looked back at the tap, a reflex. Saxani was already in front of him pushing him further back as he was turning. “What part of no don’t you understand?” Saxani merely grunted in return and started coiling around him. The man had had enough. If she wanted to wrestle, then fine, he’d wrestle, but he’d make sure she didn’t enjoy it. The male started choking her in the front, trying to drive her back off of him. Even while gasping for air, she had some sick grin on her face. What he tried to push away with his still arms, she brought back closer with her tail. She had a good grip on him, and had started to constrict on his chest. She was ready to drag him home if that’s what it took. The fight received sideway glances, though there wasn’t much shock. Saxani had been very different since her injury, and this was just another phase of hers. To make matters worse, she worked with the boys out in the wilds, wanting so badly for something she just couldn’t have. The Dhani grabbed Saxani’s neck, but it wasn’t working. Saxani was starting to have trouble breathing though. She smacked at his arms and nothing was working. She struck the inner elbows on one such occasion and noticed his arms bob. An ugly face stared back at her for discovering this. She raised her arms up high and smashed down on his arms. Although he maintained his grip, she managed to grab hold of him now. Her fingers were laced together over the back of his neck. Saxani’s tongue slithered out from her lips for him. He hissed in return, far from amused. When the Dhani went to slip his head from her arms, she pinched her elbows together. Her wrists were cuffed right around his neck. Enough was enough, he wanted out and he wasn’t getting anywhere if she was just going to sit on his chest and squeeze him like his. His strong body was the only thing between him and exhaustion. Saxani felt the strength of his abdomen, and just lusted for a taste. The male let go of her throat, and shoved his hands on her chest instead. She jerked his head closer, wanting him to touch with his face, but he refused. He was pushing instead, his claws having no care if they pierced her flesh or not. He grabbed hold of her bosom and gave it a yank. Saxani jerked back, her fingers pained from the sudden jerk from her laced fingers. She felt her knuckles in pain from the jerk. Anymore and she might have broken a finger. She could play rough too. Saxani shoved him back what she could seeing he was still trapped in her grasp. She slipped around the back and gave it back to him. The Dhani’s focus was pulled away by her tightening coils. She was taking her time, only trying to wear him down rather than kill him. It was working. Saxani got to his back and wrapped her arms under his. He clamped down to let her go no further. Saxani whispered into his ear, “No one says ‘no’ to me…” before giving him a kiss on the neck, followed by a deep bite. “Petch it!” the Dhani screamed, let her arms do what they wanted, but not before he spun his body all he could to drive an elbow into her diaphragm. Saxani lost her breath and let go of him. She backed off grasping for her chest. “Maybe you’ll learn the hard way,” he cursed at her, and went off on his way. The awkward glances came again. Saxani still tried to hold her head high and fight the tears as she regained her breath. It was all a reflex. Inside she was furious, and only hoped she’d find him again to rip his limbs off. She needed a minute to recover. The whole event had not been as exhausting on her body as it was her mind. Rejection cut deep. When she was ready, she’d be looking around with hooks in her eyes. Someone would either take her there on the floor or she’d reprimand them for denying her. She was still a woman, gods be damned, fertile or not, and she would be obeyed, especially in Zinrah’s realm.