Namea vs Balan 3

Now on the ground, their bodies wrap about one another, sweat soaked skin pressing and sliding roughly. Dirt clinging to their moist flesh, heavy gusts of breath jetting from between their gaping mouths the warriors struggle. But it is Namea who triumphs in the grapple, planting herself atop the gladiator's sprawled, thrashing form.
she seats herself firm upon his bucking hips, pressing her loins against his, smothering his movement.
In moments her fingers find his throat, grasping tightly.
His pulse is thicker now, heart racing as the threat of failure and possible death seem painfully likely. Balan kicks and twists but the battle cat is firmly straddled atop him. Namea looks down over her throbbing breast and upon the glossy eyes of the restrained gladiator. She smiles wickedly, playfully thrusting her pelvis against his, feeling the man react beneath her. Her smile broadens....