Plasma Moon Catfight

Clash of the Vixens!

Part one!

Fighting over the Lust of a Man’s Virility

The air was thick with tension as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the Gorgon pit. I, the y*ung muscular African Prince, stood tall and commanding, my huge c*ck hidden beneath the traditional garb of my people. Before me, two women, fierce and beautiful, prepared to battle for the right to stand by my side.

Janna Wawa from the Zoozoo tribe, with her long red-bl*ck hair flowing like a dark river, challenged my current girlfriend, Suzanne Abooby, in a fight that would be whispered about in legends for generations to come. Both women were in their prime, with large breasts that defied gravity, standing at an impressive height with a lithe one hundred and thirty pound frame. Their sharp claws and teeth were a testament to their ferocity, and I knew this would be a fight to remember.

As the crowd's murmurs d*ed down, the two combatants locked eyes, a silent promise of the p*in they would inflict upon each other. With a sudden surge, they collided, their bodies entwined in a back-breaking bear hug. "I will not be defeated," Janna hissed through gritted teeth, her voice a siren's c*ll to the primal instincts that coursed through us all.

Their lips met in a grotesque parody of a kiss, suctioning together as they bit and clawed at each other's faces and shoulders. Under the hot sun although we threw water on them they would start to suck the moisture from the other's mouth, a kind ... a angry sucking tongue fight.

The scent of their arousal mingled with the coppery tang of plasma, a heady perfume that stirred the within me. Their catball twisted desperately as they tried to gain the upper hand, their sharp, boney clits rubbing together in an ancient dance of dominance and submission. The s*nd in the meantime continued to suck their Caduceus like conjoinment down towards the depts of hell.

"You think you can take what's mine?" Suzanne snarled, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of fury and lust. They sank deeper into the quicksand-like pond, their movements becoming more frantic as the mire reached their chests. The crowd gasped as the women's breasts were swallowed by the dark waters, their nipples hardening in the cool embrace of the swamp.

The evil female voice of the Gorgon Monster, a creature of nightmares, echoed through the air, urging them to fight harder, to draw more plasma, to satisfy the dark desires of the pit. "Tear each other apart," it commanded, and the women obeyed, their claws raking across exposed flesh, their teeth sinking into yielding skin.

As the fight neared its' first climax, their struggles grew more intense, their bodies grinding against each other with reckless abandon. The sound of their wet, slapping skin filled the air, punctuated by their cries of p*in and pleasure. They were beyond reason now, driven by the primal need to conquer and be conquered, their bodies entwined ever tighter as the swamp creatures screamed with joy demanding more plasma be drank .

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