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The fast movement of the green scaled python moving to the side, just in time to watch the tan furred fist passing by her chest while she leaned back hard away from the blow. Those yellow eyes watching the strike just barely manage to miss her and her own weight working against her when her foot was forced back to keep herself from falling down. The slide of her foot along the concrete floor forcing her body to turn, but it wasn't until after the instinctive movement of her body that she realized the terror of the mistake that was made here. Her back was now to her opponent and while her yellow spotted green hide was now left wide open she had to assume that this error would be taken advantage of immediately. A quick duck down would be the answer to the attack she expected to receive, but even this wasn't correct. The feeling of a feline foot pressed to the back of her knee would send her legs into the ground just as the back of her head was gripped and forced her backwards. All she could see from her head being made to look at the bright lights above her was the large fist swinging down at her, the sudden thud of that clawed hand impacting her chest right between her still developing, but already generous chest. The impacting driving a hard breath from her body while the lion moved to press his chest against the back of her shoulders with his hand sliding across her body in order to grip that sensitive mound.

The lion knew her well, he knew the training she'd been going under with their mother. His sister had adopted Kiadra's evasive fighting style. The lioness's ability to contort her spin working well with the serpent's naturally coiling back and speed to be able to get out of the way of incoming strikes. Of course, neither of these two had the full training, or experience, that they're parents had and while this teenager was forced to moan out into the air she felt herself trying to struggle, but knew that this hold was one of the harder to get out of. When she tried to step forward she'd feel her breast compressed to her body forcing her back into her brother's chest and driving a hard beat of pleasure through her groped tit. His grip locked her in place, keeping her where he wanted her to be.

"Saren...," She spoke his name softly feeling the back of her head resting against his shoulder while her figure started to pant with her hand raising to grip the back of his own.

With her back forced against her brother's body she was stuck, her mind already flooding to the idea of how he could claim her, to make her his for the short period of time after his victory here. The thoughts of the snake girl not even on the match anymore, but on the idea of that hard feline thickness spreading her and making her cry out. The idea of it forcing her legs to close a bit, the burning desire for him so very clear and obvious while he continued to grip her large, but still developing breast in his strengthened hand. Her panting filling the room, reaching from her lips up towards the ceiling and to mewl out further and longer while he continued to torture her. A hand even lifted, moving to grip the back of his head and draw a long purr from her brothers throat while she slowly shifted her tail to the side, letting the tip rub against the outside of his leg, but pulling it from coming between his hips and hers. That plump rump of hers even shaking side to side a bit in need while she felt his furred sheath easily press against her scaled rear.

"Kemera!" She heard her name called immediately drawing a heavy gasp that pulled her back into reality. This wasn't just her brother coming at her and taking her, this was supposed to be some kind of training, and the person at the end of that voice that boomed out at her was one that she could identify anywhere.

"S.. sorry mom." The snake responded, her hand lifting up the length of her body in order to place her limb between her brother's hand and her own breast before knocking it away and spinning out of his grip. Her cheeks flushed crimson with a hard blush as she looked at him, saw that exposed lion meat waiting for her. Already dripping with need for his sister.

The lioness moved closer to these siblings, her cubs, and with a cross of her arms under her very generous breasts coated in a sports bra she would turn her golden gaze to them both. It was this feline's knowledge that proper fighting techniques and disciplines wouldn't be something that would simply happen over night, but still had to feel the disappointment in how her daughter had just allowed her mind to drift in the middle of the fight due to one small strike of pleasure against her. It was something she'd been hoping to work with her children on, but this little sparring match proved that they still had a long way to go before they could be at the level that her and their father were at. Then again most people weren't at her level and Zavis had always been in a league of his own.

It wasn't that she was upset, or unhappy with either of them, just a little disappointed. Of course, it was through disappointment that one learns to better themselves in these types of matches. The look on her daughters face showed that she already knew where she had messed up, and it didn't need to be stated, but Saren's expression showed that he had no clue where he had not only let down his guard during his sister's flirting, but far more importantly, he didn't go in for the sexual stimulation when she dropped her guard entirely. Kiadra wasn't raising these two to go easy on their opponents, and while she didn't want her cubs hurting each other, she didn't want to see them slip up somewhere down the line and cost themselves a match. It was their request to be trained in their mother and father's fighting styles, so Kiadra was going to hold them to that.

"Kemera," she said easily, her hand reaching out to lightly cup her snake daughter's cheek and with a smile on that tanned face she pulled her daughter's eyes up to meet her own, "You have to focus in the face of pleasure, don't let it overcome you. Pleasure is a warning sign that you're opponent is gaining ground. You have to work to identify that and close that gap."

The lioness turned her figure towards her son, her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention quickly while he purred up at the golden gaze of his mother's eyes and the soft touch of her well groomed fur, "Saren, when you have your opponent weakened you need to take advantage and go for the win. You did well in locking her with your one hand, but if you had moved the other down to grip her slit, you would have locked her in place completely and been able to defeat her there. Keep your mind open for grips and holds, and always think about how your opponent can break from yours so that you can anticipate how they'll move and compensate your hold against them."

"Yes ma'am." he said respectfully to her turning his head down a bit. He hadn't considered how such a tactic could fail him, but now that he was thinking about it there were a lot of openings, even where her hips were grinding against him he realized that they were both lost in that bit of passion.

The response drew a smirk from the mother's lips, not because of the words, or the respect involved in them, but because it showed that they were both learning and that her teaching them how to fight in this method was actually working out well. They still weren't ready for any tournament rings, or any public matches, but they were absolutely getting there and working well to learn their own styles and how those styles fit best to their bodies. They'd turn to face each other again and the lion lifted his hands in more of a boxer stance, hiding behind his own forearms while the daughter lifted her own hands in more of an open palm tactic. With him coming in fast his legs spread easily, getting a lower stance and launching his lead fist forward. Her lead hand lifting quickly to deflect the strike while she leaned back some, but soon felt herself gasping with his real strike came in from his rear hand that hooked down at her in a circled motion right into the side of her skull. The snake tumbled down to the floor, wincing a bit, but soon rolling when she noticed her brother coming at her quickly with his hands spread. She knew of his gripping techniques and wasn't going to be prey to them again so soon after the last one took her out of the fight entirely.

Kemera spun and lifted to her feet, her tail moving fast and whipping out quickly in a fast moving upper-cut that connected immediately into the bottom of her brother's jaw. For a second his feet left the floor, but with a soft stun he'd come back to his feet and spread them working to get his head to stop spinning while working on regaining his balance. Those eyes turning up towards his sister just in time to see her rushing in at him. With a fast reflex, he'd make a sudden jab only to find her ducking under it to slither around his body and come up behind him. Her tail wrapping around his wrist and forcing it to follow her movement while her hand slipped up his spread legs from behind, gripping his full balls and whipping her tongue against the back of his neck as she leaned over his body.

The soft mewl of her voice again touching his ears, but this time it wasn't due to pleasure, it was a weapon to her, knowing how much her brother loved those soft notices she made and soon wrapping her hand against his already exposing feline member. The knuckle of her thumb rolling against the base while her fingers held tight to him working to try and rub just around the base of his thickness and try to draw out more of it out. Her hand easily tracing the length of him all the way down to that spined tip and then back up again. The tip was already leaking well with pre, showing the effects of her attack on not only his body, but his senses as well that made his ears twitch.

With a roar he'd move to try and lift himself up, aiming to throw her off of him, but that tail gripped strong and his body was forced to remain where it was with him being bent over at his sister's mercy. The hard panting from the feline calling to the ears of the snake who was pressed against his back. Those soft round tits crushing against his fur making him want to purr his hips were forced to buck down into her hand against his will. He was stick, trapped in her hand and even his strength style of fighting wasn't going to change that. Ears folding back and he knew it was only a matter of time, but he was going to hold out as much as possible.

The mother of these two would walk over slowly looking over the hold and the grip around around her son's length. Leaning forward into her daughter's ear she'd speak easily to her so that only Kemera could hear her and the sudden gasp of realization caught onto her quickly. Saren had strained his ear to try and hear what was being said, but found it useless where the words weren't meant for him, but soon found relief when Kemera pulled her hand away to release his length, giving him a second to catch his breath. That second didn't last long, though, as he felt his thickness regripped in another position. Instead of feeling that thumb dragging down against the base of his length he felt her having adjusted his grip entirely around the front of his leg to reach around him and grip the base of his cock with her fingers, the thumb now pressed to the top of his thickness and forcing it down into the four digits that ran up the course. This was a much better grip, a far superior hold and the feeling of it made him call out deeply into the hold of the while his lion girth started throbbing hard almost immediately. A heavy panting filling the room and followed quickly by a loud roar as a thick layer of hot bubbling seed gushed straight down at their feet.

With her brother exhausted from his hard cumming she had one and the snake girl would release his body to allow him to crumble down into the floor. Her tail still around his wrist and as he feel she'd pull on that arm to flip him onto his back on the way down. With his dazed eyes looking up at the ceiling and the feeling of his sticky cum smeared over his own rear Kemera reached her hand down easily to his body, looking to press her hands against him while she lowered herself to that brother of hers and straddle his lap looking to claim her victory and stiffen her need. Saren could feel the weight coming down on him, the feeling of his sisters hungry and dripping slit needing what she had already used to abuse him with. Even as she grinded against him he could feel his body working against him to already start stiffening back up again and his hands reaching over her body to feeling the texture of her scales against his soft hands, knowing that he had lost, but knowing more that he was being claimed as her prize for now making him lean himself up slowly to try and pull her into a kiss. Instead, though a hand was placed between them and the lips of the lion pressed against the fur covered tan hand of his mother as his sister was easily pulled off of him.

"That's enough Kemera, you should work on your sexual discipline more." Kiadra spoke to her daughter.

The snake girl protested this, shaking her head as she was lifted up, confused, but more upset to be blocked in this kind of way, "Mom... I'm claiming my prize, it's in the rules."

"You're mother is right, Kemera." The male voice coming from the doorway to the basement where he stepped slowly downstairs towards them, "If you want to claim a prize then claim me. You need to claim prize that can help coach you, that's how you improve."

Kiadra smiled to her husband being home and standing at her side on this. They were both at a level that most fighters only dreamed of being at, though the aged face of her husband proved that his prime may have left him behind some time ago. He was still an excellent fighter, but his age was starting to slow him, to weaken his strikes, to limit his figure, and even though the tan lioness didn't seem to have aged at all her steps took her towards her husband and her heard still throbbed for him and him alone. Arms reached around the back of his neck, the snake girl having done a faster rush to her dad to hug him close before the lioness had even the slightest chance to make a move towards him, those scaled lips lifting to press against his cheek and his arms wrapping around her lower back to pull her close against him.

"I beat Saren, Daddy. Are you ready to be my prize?" Her hips shifted side to side against him, pressing her body against him. She wasn't muscular like her mother was, wasn't built, her breasts hadn't even fully completed their build yet, but she was ready to give him her all to show her dad what she'd learned, what she had been practicing.

He smiled at her, and while she didn't have her mother's body yet, she still was clearly a knock out and hard to resist. His lips coming down to press against her own while those strong arms wrapped tightly around her to crush her scaled body to his own. "Alright baby-girl, where do you want me? The weight bench?"

"I don't think so, Zavis," Kiadra said moving to help her big boy up from the floor and already guiding him towards it to work on weight lift training, "Saren's going to be working on his weight lift training in place of being claimed. Take her up into the ring and show her some pleasure techniques."

The snake father had to chuckle at his mate some, moving to reach his tail around the bottom of his daughter's knees and help to lift her up into his arms, which a soft whisper he'd speak to the girl saying that her mother is taking the fun out of good hardcore stuffing. The words themselves forcing a deep blush on the cheeks of the snake girl while her arms continued to keep herself close to her father, leaning up and kissing him deeply on the lips, wanting him, needing him, yearning to have something forced into her so that she could get over this sensation that everyone was being pleasured but her. Her body ached for it and while she looked up at her seasoned father she only hoped that she could pleasure him even slightly as well as her mother had so many times before.

As the clicking of steal sounded where the lion was forced to lift weights to make up for his loss he'd continue to receive their mother's coaching while the daughter was receiving her own specialty training. Zavis had heard Kiadra's talking, and their daughters addition to pleasure was something that would cost her many matches down the line if it wasn't qualmed here. They needed to correct her ideas, her theories, and techniques so that she could build herself into a far more superior pleasurer. The snake had noticed that her fighting skill wasn't lacking at all, but the pleasure that came about when she was received the slightest bit always seemed to bog down her mind and force her into forfeiting the match for the sake of receiving more. The best option there was to pleasure her further, show her what full deep pleasure is so that when she receives the slightest bit from a fight it doesn't effect her as much. Get her used to the stimulation so that it doesn't become an instant loss if she's forced to take the slightest bit.

A lift of his girl would place her into the ring, the teenager sliding into it and climbing to her feet while her father followed and slipped under the ropes. The two slithering into place before she'd find herself leaning against one of the corners with the nicely padded turnbuckles that she'd use to set her cush rump down on. Seeing the strong build of her father rising up from the mat and stepping closer to her by the second she found herself feeling a bit overwhelmed by him. Here was an accomplished fighter, a truly skilled combatant, and while this wasn't her first time receiving training from him she couldn't help but feel like an ant in the nest of a tarantula. It was always the same feeling that flooded her every time she was to train with him. The idea that she was nothing in the presence of a well established warrior. The feeling drew a hot dampness between her legs, preparation for what she knew she wanted out of him.

He was her prize, that meant that she would be able to guide him, to use him the way that she wanted and as he pressed his strong body against hers she knew just what she was looking for to relieve the tension built up from that fight. Her legs spreading from her seat on the turnbuckle and soon aimed to hook around his body and pull him close against her. The feeling of her slit pressing easily against his own while her sensitive folds could feel the rumbling underneath drew her attention with her arms to wrap around his shoulders and press herself against him. She wanted him close, she wanted him strong, she wanted him to calm that aching depth of her body, to scratch this long awaited itch that she'd had for a parting of her nether-lips and fill her tunnel with a thick and throbbing reward for a fight well won.

Their lips press, their bodies crush, and their hips grind. The feeling of there scaled serpent bodies melding together, forming into one solid figure of sharp movements and fluid crashes. Where the head rolled, pulling their kiss into a full circle that deepened it, opening the jaw and twisting their tongues against one another, the feeling of that male cock slit would start to spread easily and opening for the feeling of that thick serpent styled thickness to easily push through. His body giving hers a tight hold with both of their figures pressed tight up against one another. That snake dick only had one place to go and this place drew a soft and hot moan from the female at the sensation of the pulsating cock growing inside of her. Little by little more by more it spread her lips, invaded her young tunnel and occupied that space that she had been so desperate to have filled.

The presence of her father filling her needing tunnel was only the start, her head leaning back easily while she looked up at him directly in the eyes. The soft panting of her voice echoed the easily sound of moans that filled the air. Kemera had always known that Zavis was big, but somehow every time they worked to train together he seemed so much bigger than she remembered. Her hips easily kicked against him, pulling herself with her wrapped legs while almost threatening to crush him between those strong legs in order to make sure that she could have as much inside of her as she could ever possibly want. As the lengthy extension filled her inch by inch the snake female felt her body naturally lift to try and pull away, her will forcing her back down against him to accept as much as he was willing to give her. Even the heavy panting from her lips making her want more while she looked at her daddy and kept herself close against him.

"M.. More.." She said easily, feigning the idea that she was in charge here even though the obvious truth was that the person controlling their training was the person not pinned against a turnbuckle taking a thick rod into her body at the pace of her father's choosing.

"Focus, Baby-girl, don't let the pleasure over-come you." Zavis worked hard to fight back the tightness of her young cunny gripping him instinctively. "Daddy's getting pleasured too and you've got your legs around my hips. Take control of the pace and squeeze down."

Already panting she didn't have the will to speak, but nodded and worked to try and focus. The pleasure of each thrust slamming into her body making her hips and legs quiver like jelly. Her strain to grip her legs tighter, working to try and slow him down to a pace she wanted forced him in deeper bottoming out the young snake with her father's hot body that crashed his stretched cock slit directly into her hungry cunny. The feeling of him moving so deep forcing her to cry out loudly, speaking his name into the ceiling and with a hard shake of her hips she finally felt that panting shatter against her lungs and a thick trail of her fem-cum leaking out along his hard thickness and down his legs. Kemera's entire body shaking with pleasure as her hard burst of cream erupted from her body with her head falling back away from him. That gaping mouth forcing her to look upward in a daze while she worked to try and recover from such an early flow after Zavis's hard thrusting.

Already he was slowing to a stop knowing not to take things too far with such a young fighter. The last thing he wanted was to destroy her like he would in a real fight. The python didn't want to take things to the point where she would become addicted to him, or even be able to accept other men unless they were similar to him. Such a fate would be cruel for his daughter to suffer, but instead found himself slowing, allowing the last of her cream to leak out of her before pulling out easily with a long slick movement before he'd press that cum covered length against her hips, allowing her to feel her liquid against her body for the sake of making her remember what he just did to her. Her panting breath finally turning those eyes down to her father, holding herself close against him and kissing his cheek with a soft peck in gratitude of what he'd given her.

"Again." she asked him, almost begging her father for another hard session between them, but found their cheeks pressing together with a shake of his head to refuse her request.

He's speak easily to her making her that she heard him, "Sorry, honey. You don't want too much at one time, you'll ruin yourself to it. After you've calmed down a bit we'll try again, maybe after dinner." He could feel her still panting, her chest lifting and falling quickly and long to indicate she was trying hard to catch her breath before slowly allowing her body to sit back down against that turnbuckle while pulling off of her.

Kemera easily slid her arms from his body, gripping the top rope and looking over her father's controlled body, his muscular frame, his sweat covered scales, his strong and amazing endurance that had driven her past the point of pleasure she thought she would go with him. The young serpentess might not have been able to slow her daddy down in her training before her body gave out, but she had absolutely been able to pick up on his advice during it. Take control of the speed, and crush down. She'd have to put it to the test next time she was training. Her hips easily rocking from one side to side with after pleasure just as she watched him leaving the ring. The girl wasn't usually so alluring, especially to her father, but she knew that she was getting to the point where she wanted to start entering tournaments and without full training this python girl wouldn't stand a chance. Zavis had said they'd train more later, and she was going to hold him to that.

Finally her hips rolled from the turnbuckle, allowing the last of that cream to leak down over it before she turned to the ropes her father was climbing under to leave, knowing she would be following, but when she looked out over the floor a blush crashed into her cheeks and she'd shrink back a bit at the view of it. The mixture of embarrassment and anger coming over her as she saw the two faces of her younger two siblings having once again snuck down into their basement to watch over the training. A grit of her teeth making her lean quickly against the rope while her arm immediately crossed over her young breasts to help shield her modesty even a little bit.

"Get out of here you little freaks!" she cried out quickly, drawing the attention of everyone else who only smirked and chuckled at the result.

It was understandable that she'd be mad having just watched her cum over her dad's thick cock, but that didn't overlay the fact that they weren't supposed to be down here to begin with, having been asked a number of times in the past to stay out of the basement. The one that would even speak to the two would have to be the mother, the lioness slowly walking her way over from the hard workout that she was forcing her son through and crossing her arms over her chest to tap her foot at the two of them. They knew they were in the wrong, there was nothing she needed to say and while the twins looked at each other they'd slowly start to back up, the look of shame over their faces before finally one spoke out at Kiadra's expression.

"Hey Mommy," he's say softly to her, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her thighs to try and butter her up, "We want to train too."

Ok, she couldn't stay mad at that, these two very young children of hers wanting to practice and train the same way that they're siblings did every day. It was an understanding request, one that received a soft hand to the side of their faces before she'd kneel down slowly in order to talk with them at an eye level. The soft smile on her lips showing the compassion and love that she had for her youngest of children. Even her tail whipping around behind her while she fought through her mind for the correct words to express exactly what she was wanting to convey.

"Sorry babies.. you're both too little to train yet, we don't want to see you get hurt and the training that brother and sister do is because they're able to at their age." She could see their eyes turn to disappointment and "unfairness" but before they could even start to protest this decision the lioness mother made an alternate suggestion. "If you like, you can start learning the fighting style of what they do. Learn defense and how to protect yourselves. Would you like to learn that?"

In time they would grow to earn the sexual combat training, but for now they were stuck to the physical combat that came with the ability to wear down a person's body in order to weaken them into accepting the sexual stimulation. Strikes, holds, throws, the things that made the sexual fighting techniques qualify as "fighting". As the two looked at each other easily they'd lightly smile at their offering mother and with a tight hug agreed to the offer. Willing to take the baby steps they needed to in order to grow to the point of their older brother and sister that they found themselves always looking up to given the special privileges of the ability to enter a basement that the younger two were not allowed to even touch. Kiadra easily standing back up again to guide them over to the training mat, putting them side by side so that they could see the first of many stances that they would be learning down here from this day on.