<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eRBwTzu.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th, 2021, Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training Grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>This certainly was not the outcome he expected.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A different kind of defeat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>As much as Albion wanted to stop (believe me, he really did), the need to breathe was meant to be a natural thing, and having it restricted when he hadn't prepared himself meant he was going to try to struggle to get what little air he could. He knew she wasn't doing this maliciously, it was of her own accord. She simply was trying to win the game fair and square, but much like he did when he found up keeping her down long past the appointed time... He could feel they were going over the time limit as well, yet she wasn't relenting. He attempted to move his head, at least free his nose to get some air, but he only prompted the vixen to clamp her thighs on his head.<br/><br/><em>'I can't even joke at a time like this... I like a good facesitting, but this was unexpected... Neri, what are-'</em> He could barely hear what she was mumbling quietly, all he could hear was a whimpering 'please', before... She began to grind on his face. It was at this point he realized she wasn't just winning a game with him, she was doing something more. With <em>him</em>. <em>'Neri, you shouldn't... Shouldn't be doing this...!'</em> He exclaimed mentally, writhing his body and attempting to get her attention, but... The moment he fought, the more air and energy he expended with very little return.<br/><br/>There was people still within the training center which... Should have detracted from the encounter, but only seemed to make it more scintillating... But no, he couldn't allow those thoughts into his mind! She was his friend, they were just training... How did it come to this? His resistance seemed to lessen as the seconds marched on, almost seemingly like he was running out of air... But no, he was having a revelation:<br/><br/><strong><em>“I see that you like playing with other people’s feelings.”</em></strong><br/><br/>Playing... With her feelings? But why, weren't they just friends? For three years, all he'd done was help her, be a guinea pig for her, be a source of consolation when her relationships did not end the way she wanted to. Wasn't he just being a good friend? <br/><br/><strong><em>“It makes me want to share more experiences with you…”</em></strong><br/><br/>More experiences... Well, he could certainly do without endangering her in the issues he tended to get caught up in. That first time years back was an eye-opening experience, but it... Was what started having the two of them meet more often on a daily basis. Now it almost seemed like you could not find one alone for long without the other, which... Could probably make others wonder what their deal was, but Albion had always maintained they were friends. Even Nerissa referred to him as 'her precious friend' like others... Right?<br/><br/><strong><em>“I mean every word of it”</em></strong><br/><br/>Calder demons... One usually could not take them at face value, there was always an angle to the words they spoke. But in all the time Albion had known Nerissa, did she... Ever really lie to him? Maybe she might have beaten around the bush or been mistaken in what she said, but not once could he recall her ever speaking a bold-faced lie to him. So, if she meant every word...<br/><br/><strong><em>“Let go of all that. All the grudge and misery. Allow me to surround you with all the kindness and love you deserve. I’m here for you. Just for you”</em></strong><br/><br/><em>'... Nerissa, did you really...? ... Y-fou fool...'</em> Maybe... He was reading into it too much. Or maybe... Maybe she saw more than a friend in him. Did she ever manage to go to anyone else with this level of forwardness? It wasn't like that time when she was in heat, unable to control herself or when she was drunk and trying to do things with him until he sprayed her with water to give her a wakeup call. Now here... She thought maybe, just maybe he would finally notice her... And he got cold feet. He fled because he was afraid, and he made her look like a fool.<br/><br/>Yet all along, the only fool was him... And now he was trapped beneath her, the vixen rolling gently, taking what little sense of touch from him she could acquire. His loss had long since been registered, but she didn't want to stop. He closed his eyes, realizing he'd put her right into this position, leading her along and then shattering her reality. It was his own fault, and while he could tap out and get her to get off of him... He would know there was more between them than either of the two would ever admit.  She craved the acknowledgement, the realization that he knew he could be hers... But all he could do was help ease her current predicament.<br/><br/><em>'... Don't move too much... If you want to preserve your air, you need the bare minimum of movement. You're timed here... Do what you need to, and make her happy like you're supposed to do before you fall unconscious... You idiot.'</em> He mentally resolved himself, closing his eyes... And letting his tongue slip free from his mouth, tracing the contours of her shorts that clung to her slit. There was already a bit of darkening from her own mounting arousal, and it probably would not be helped in its obviousness by Albion's slow lashing of her cloth, marking it with his saliva while trying to provide relief to her lust-driven movements.<br/><br/>He already had a plan to cover up the arousal, but he could implement it when they were done and she could get up...<br/></div></div>