Punch her into submission

You are on top and gravity is on your side.
A few punches should be enough to **** her to submit.
Her strong legs squeeze down hard into the sides of your ribcage however you ignore it and punch down at her stomach and face.
You try not to get distracted by her naked body as you lean down into your punches.

Faren has her arms up to protect herself and was being knocked about. You realize it shouldn’t take long for you to get one of these powerful punches around or through her guard and put her lights out. But then you notice Faren isn’t grimacing as the punches rain down. She is smiling.
“Is that all you got. I figured that once we would get in this position you would really pound me into oblivion.“
She squeezes a bit harder with her thighs around your waist and then manages to seize your wrists with her hands.

You manage to get your left hand free but she replies by pulling your right arm forward.

Then your eyes widen with shock as she suddenly throws her legs up, thighs coiling around your right arm and neck and squeezing tight, trapping arm and neck tightly together.
The witch locks you in a figure four leg hold. You are getting choked by the witch's hard inner thigh muscles and your own arm. The move is known as a “triangle ****” and you are stuck tight before you even knew what happened.

“You thought I was just about weaving spells. However I do a lot of training in close combat.”

“GHHHHHH…” Struggling to breathe, you pull and try to twist free from her hold, but it is too tight. Despite your power and resistance Faren just holds on.

“That’s it… struggle…” Faren hisses as you fight her, “You’re trying so hard… even if you don’t really know what you’re fighting for…”

You try to stand up in an attempt to lift the witch and slam her with her back on the stone floor. However the witch istantly counters this by hooking her arm under your ankle and not allowing you to lift her up. Faren grins up at you as you are bend over with her legs squeezing down on your neck and shoulder.

“You think you are some big hero by trying to fight for the right cause.” Faren cooes, “But you are just alone and one day someone like me will defeat you and enslave you.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s right…” Fareb squeezes her thighs a bit more, shifting them to get a tighter lock, “Remember the first time we met? You and your men were all wounded and helpless. I knew at that point that I wanted to have you and I would get you…”

Your legs are trembling with effort. You are strong, but all the leverage and body weight were on Faren’s side. The witch was squeezing you like a snake, patiently tightening her grip while you thrashed and wasted energy, taking your strenght away form you bit by bit.

“… The things I plan to do with you…” Faren watches your face, “We will conquer the realms together. And you will be my general.... but at night you will be my ****....,”

“When I took the princess I already hoped your uncle would send me after you.” Faren said matter-of-factly, “I knew you had something to prove and you would be eager to bring her back to him…”

She teased you by reaching up to stroke some of your blonde hair. You grunt and pull, but Faren gives you a little punitive squeeze and you clench your eyes shut in agony.

“So you did exactly what I wanted you to do…” Faren smiles, “You came her.... tried to fight me....lost to me... and now you will be mine..…”

You grimace and twist a bit more… but then you allow yourself to fall to your knees. You don't have long as you are starting to see sparks and spots in your vision, darkness closing around the edges. Your body is growing weak and unresponsive due to the lack of oxygen. The lock was in too tight, you can’t escape from it.

“That’s it…” Faren purrs, stroking your hair again, “I expected a lot more of a fight from you considering the legendary tales about you, but I’ll take my prize just the same. Just let it happen…”