The attack had connected, but he didn't look assured of himself. No, he wore the face of a fighter that knew his attack had not gone precisely how they planned, and the small grunt that escaped her lips was less winded than it should have been. Sure enough, her leg lashed out between his two, placed precisely for what he knew was coming. Life in prison opened you up to many fighting styles. When you wanted to subjugate someone, you needed to be on top. Therefore, placing a leg behind one of theirs and pushing meant you were going to drop them.<br/><br/>He had one chance to reverse it, and make a one-sided takedown into one that was anyone's game... But the realization that he was going to mash againstbher exposed chest prevented him from it, and sure enough with that unwillingness to follow through, he was forced to the ground with an unceremonious grunt. An attempt to sit up quickly was denied as soon as he found his master over him, thin pieces of cloth being the only things standing between this being a sparring session and being a servicing session.<br/><br/>"Nngh..." he grunted as Celeste let out her own moan, leaning over him in what was truly a very compromising position. He let out a winded sigh, another failed attempt at finding an opening in his Master's guard only to have it blow up in his face. Thankfully, the voice from a certain small one of their group prompted him to look to the side and smile toothily. "Oh that sounds delicious, I can't wait!" he called out, licking his lips as Celeste whirled around on him. "Wai-Mrf!" He attempted to protest, but found his words drowned out by a very full and exquisite booty belonging to his very attractive master. As this happened, his ears could pick up on Onyx speaking to them, telling them about improvements.. As well as not missing a chance to flirt with either of them. He chuckled lightly, but winced as he felt Celeste's strong lock on his arm.<br/><br/>"S-sounds like-kh! A-a good idea, Onyx... Talk more later...!" Rein tilted his head up so as to not have his words muffled by Celeste's grand ass. He may have been under her, figuratively and literally, but self-control was a hard notion to keep up when she got that physical, which meant he needed to concentrate so as to not simply tent his drawers. Gator anthros were known to be very powerful grapplers, especially when they used their jaws as part of one. Thankfully Celeste didn't seem to have intentions on maiming them like that.<br/><br/>In a way, she was teaching them how to better defend themselves if forced to fight without weapons, something he knew a fair bit about already. For him, however, there was more training involved in escaping grapples than simply executing them. "How should one escape a grapple like this?" he asked, trying to roll over on his side. He couldn't get to his feet easily with the larger woman holding his arm down, however.