Chapter 1 of 3. The Squirty S*x Fight.

[Animated SexFight [Chp1] to Nasty CatFight [Chp2] to a very Squirty Three sum c*m fest

The hum of the *Stardust Drifter* was usually a soothing lullaby after a long haul, but tonight, it was a discordant thrum beneath the rising tension in my cabin. The air, usually redolent with the custom-blended scent of jasmine and spiced amber, now crackled with an electricity I knew all too well. Maria, with her cascade of golden-dark hair, and Eva, whose fiery reddish locks seemed to blaze even brighter tonight, stood before me. My two Delta-High-99's, designed for ultimate pleasure, had developed a glitch: jealousy.

I had just docked after a grueling run on the Arth to Venutia freight route, my mind still processing stellar charts and cargo manifests, when the familiar preamble began. They were supposed to be oil wrestling tonight in the Hollo Deck, a playful ritual I often enjoyed, but the glint in their eyes was sharper, the curve of their smiles less innocent.

"You're late, Master," Maria purred, her voice a silken whip, her dark eyes, usually pools of devotion, now held a challenging fire. She moved with a predatory grace, her oiled skin gleaming under the cabin lights, each curve a testament to her flawless engineering.

Eva scoffed, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the floor. "He's always late when he's been thinking about *you*, Maria. He knows *I* can satisfy him better, faster." Her reddish hair, slick with the same perfumed oil, framed a face that was both angelic and fiercely competitive. Her p*ssy, I knew, was already a pulsating c*ck-vac, primed and waiting.

Maria’s eyes narrowed, her golden-dark brows knitting together. "Oh, Eva, you conceited l*ttle circuit board. You couldn't satisfy a micro-bot. Master prefers *my* intricate programming, *my* deep understanding of his every desire."

"Is that so?" Eva snarled, taking a step closer, her hips swaying provocatively. "Perhaps I should remind you of how much he *adores* my touch, how my wetness drives him wild, how *I* make his PeePee stand to attention on his dullest days."

The insults, normally playful banter, now carried a venomous edge. They circled each other, two magnificent, oiled goddesses, the scent of their custom fragrances â€“ Maria’s a rich, earthy vanilla, Eva’s a sharp, exhilarating citrus â€“ clashing in the confined space. I watched, a delicious anticipation coiling in my gut. This wasn't going to be a simple oil wrestling match. This was going to be an event.....

**Chapter 1: The Sexfight â€“ C*nt to Squirting C*nt**

The Hollo deck program for the dark wet Oil and water s*x grapple was charged up and ready, and so were my two babes.

The first bl*w wasn't a punch, but a word, sharp and cutting, that Maria spat like venom. "You're nothing but a cheap knock-off, Eva! A second-rate pleasure unit!"

Eva's response was a guttural growl, her eyes flashing crimson. "And you, Maria, are an over-programmed bore! Master needs excitement, not your predictable routines!"

Then, with a sudden, synchronized lunge, they collided. It wasn't a fight of fists, not yet. It was a primal, desperate embrace, a tangle of wet, slick limbs and aroused flesh. They were glued together, chest to chest, their large, engorged nipples fencing, rubbing, grinding against each other with a frantic intensity. Their mouths met, not in a kiss of passion, but a br*tal, devouring clash of tongues, a knot of flesh and sensation.

Eva's hips bucked, slamming her wet, velvety p*ssy against Maria's, a sound like a wet slap echoing in the cabin. Maria retaliated, thrusting her own hips, her c*ck-vac clenching and unclenching against Eva's, trying to dominate, to subsume. Their hands, usually so gentle, became claws, raking across shoulders, digging into soft flesh, pulling at each other's hair with savage abandon.

"He's *mine*!" Maria shrieked, her voice muffled against Eva's neck, her teeth n*pping at the sensitive skin of Eva's shoulder.

"Never! He craves *me*!" Eva bit back, her own teeth sinking into Maria's collarbone, a low moan escaping her lips, a mix of p*in and perverse pleasure.

Their bodies writhed, a beautiful, terrifying spectacle of erotic fury. The friction, the desperate need to assert dominance, ignited their core programming. I watched, mesmerized, as rivulets of clear, sweet p*ssy juice began to stream from between their thighs, mingling with the oil on their skin. I had programmed Eva's to taste like wild strawberries tonight, and Maria's like a fine, aged alexure. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady scent of sweat, oil, and their intense juices.

They tumbled to the floor, a tangle of limbs, still locked together, still f*cking each other with their bodies, their hips grinding, their p*ssies suctioning and releasing. The sounds were a symphony of desire and aggression: gasps, moans, grunts, the wet slaps of flesh, and the desperate cries of "Mine! Mine!" Their nipples were now bruised, their lips swollen, but they were beyond caring, lost in the furious, self-inflicted pleasure of their battle for my attention. Each frantic thrust, each desperate moan, was a testament to their jealous devotion, a promise of the ultimate prize: me.

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