VISITOR FROM SPACE
by JB57
Dariah leaned back in the padded pilot’s seat of her
starship and stretched out her arms, her clenched fists
touching the sides of the tiny cockpit. Every powerful
muscle tensed, her long legs straightened and tightened, her
toes pointed, and her bulging tits strained the front of her
tiny t-shirt. She yawned, long and loud, pulled herself out
of the chair, checked the autopilot settings, then clumped
out of the cockpit and down a short, steel hall to her small
cabin. She stripped off the t-shirt, enjoying the sensation
as her heavy tits caught in the material, lifted, then fell
and bounced as the shirt pulled free. She threw it to the
bed, kicked off her heavy boots, peeled off the tight shorts
she was wearing, and then wriggled out of her thong. Naked,
she padded further down the cold hall to the shower cubicle,
turned on the hot water, then stepped in for a long,
luxurious shower. Everything on the small ship was recycled.
Tomorrow, she would wash with the same water, after it had
been purified and filtered in the tanks on the lower deck.
As she washed, Dariah examined herself in the full-length
mirror that constituted one wall of the shower stall. She
was entirely pleased with what she saw. The image that
stared back at her was recognizably Dariah, but it was a
Dariah right out of a fantasy, with an idealized and
enhanced version of all her physical attributes. Dariah had
always been a very beautiful and voluptuous woman, but she
was now of a magnitude several times more physically
impressive than she had been two years ago. Her swelling
hips tapered up into her trim waist, her abdomen was
beautifully muscled, her navel narrow and deep. Her long
legs were thickly muscled but perfectly proportioned to her
body. She especially enjoyed the change in her breasts. She
was now several cup sizes larger than she had been, and her
new tits were heavy, dense and needed no support to stand
proud and firm on her chest. Her nipples were large, dark
and deliciously hard. She squeezed her breasts together,
letting the hot water run over the sensitive nipples, then
sighed with pleasure as she felt the welcoming stir between
her legs. Even with all of the enormous changes her body had
undergone over the last several months, it was still what
was happening between her legs that she found most
disturbing and appealing. She ran a teasing finger over the
slick lips of her hot pussy, trailing her digit up until it
tangled in her thick, auburn pubic hair. She smiled again,
enjoying a shiver of anticipation, then finished washing,
dried off, and headed back to her cabin.
Dariah sat on her bed and began combing out her long, auburn
hair. She watched herself in the mirror, a beautiful,
green-eyed woman, with a small, upswept nose and thick,
luscious red lips. She admired her body and she rejoiced in
the sense of power and vibrancy that rippled through her
muscles.
Dariah was about to embark upon a journey for which she had
spent the past two years preparing. The mission would last
at least the next several years, and maybe the rest of her
life. She could not completely suppress the anxieties that
were now eating at her. She was only 18 hours away from
Planetfall. Then her mission would begin and her life would
take a very different course.
Lying naked in her bed, Dariah considered the events that
had led her to this point. She was an agent of TGO, the
Trans-Galactic Order, and she was very good at her work. She
frequently acted in undercover capacities, but when she was
called in to the Director’s office more than two years
before, she had not expected her new assignment.
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The Director was known only by her title. She was a giant of
a woman, one of a race of humans who had been genetically
engineered to near perfection at some point in the distant
past. Dariah was bisexual, but she was more inclined towards
lesbianism, and she could not prevent the swell of desire
she felt whenever she laid eyes on the Director. The woman
was around 2 meters tall, with long, powerful legs, whirls
of dark, red hair tied into in a tight bun at the top of her
head, and burning blue eyes. Her chest strained the blouse
she was wearing, which did little to hide the massive tits
beneath. The Director was dressed in a conservative green
business jacket and a very unconservative matching green
mini-skirt and 3-inch spike heels which made her endless,
bare legs even longer and more delectable. Dariah’s eyes
lingered on those breasts and the Directors long legs,
before she could pull her attention back to her superior’s
eyes.
“Agent Dariah,” the Director had said, coming out from
behind her desk. She shook Dariah’s hand. Dariah was a tall
woman, but she still had to look up to meet the redheaded
woman’s gaze. “Please, take a seat.” She gestured toward a
sitting area on the far side of the office, which was
appointed with facing leather wingback chairs, a table, and
various computer consoles. The women seated themselves, and
a secretary brought in a tray of hot beverages and sweets.
Then the Director got down to business.
“Dariah, I want to send you on a long-term mission to the
planet Raddakkar. Have you heard of it?” Dariah admitted she
had not. The Director nodded, and then pressed a button on
an adjoining console. A giant, 2-meter wide holographic
image suddenly came to life in the space above their heads.
It showed a verdant planetary sphere, apparently the planet
of Raddakkar, and numerous facts and statistics associated
with the M-class world.
“This is Raddakkar. It’s a fairly primitive world. It was
terra-formed about 6000 years ago. It’s mostly hot, tropical
jungle, except for some areas around the poles. It’s about
50% land and 50% water, but the land mass is largely
undivided, so that’s led to the development of a fairly
coherent planetary society. The people are basically
barbarians and they have no real knowledge of the universe
beyond their own planet. They are still plagued by religions
and various superstitions. However, they have built up a
series of fairly sophisticated societies and most of these
are matriarchies.”
Dariah nodded. She had heard something about this planet,
now that she thought about it.
The Director continued. “We want you to go to Raddakkar,
infiltrate the society, establish yourself in a high
position in the royal palace of the leading kingdom, and
then facilitate the planet’s introduction to the larger
galactic community. We also expect you to keep an eye on
things for us. We have reason to believe that some illegal
intergalactic contacts might already be going on.”
Dariah nodded again. Part of the mandate of TGO was to
protect primitive cultures from exploitation by more
advanced planets. But she was not so easily convinced.
“Pardon me, Director, but I know that we’ve often looked the
other way when illegal contacts have occurred in the past.
Why are we rushing to facilitate contact with this place
now?”
The Director smiled. “I was just getting to that. Raddakkar
has a very high concentration of Delium 2, a rather rare and
valuable mineral compound. It was only recently discovered
on a long-range planetary survey. There is not much, but
enough to be very valuable to the Interstellar community. We
can’t get at much of it unless we have good relations with
the local people, but facilitating the least harmful contact
is going to take a long time – the next 50 years, at least.
We need to get started on that right away.”
Dariah nodded. She was contemptuous of a policy that called
for the protection of primitive cultures, except when they
had something that the rest of the galaxy wanted. But she
was enough of a realist to know that this was the way the
universe worked, and at least TGO tried to minimize the
impact of the sudden intrusion of the rest of the galaxy on
the many small, isolated worlds that existed on the fringe
of space. Most of these worlds had started out as colonies
of one of the big, powerful interstellar races, but then had
lost contact with the home colony, usually because of war or
civil unrest, and eventually became completely autonomous.
Raddakkar seemed to be one of these.
“I assume that this place is a former earth colony and that
the local people are basically human?” she asked.
“Yes,” the Director replied. “There are some non-human
aliens present, but they’ve largely been integrated into the
dominant cultures. Raddakkar has lost all sense of its Earth
heritage. It was cut off about 3000 years ago. The local
people are certainly human, but their use of special herbs,
foods and drugs has given them a number of …unique
qualities. Our first task will be to prepare you,
physically, to pass as one of the local priestesses. Your
physical training and adaptation will accompany your
cultural and language training.”
Dariah raised her eyebrow curiously. “What are the physical
attributes that you are talking about?”
The Director smiled again. “Well, the men and women of this
world are very – let’s say - healthy. This is especially the
case with the women. Their diet and use of certain ritual
drugs have meant that women have very well-developed sexual
characteristics. This means that they have really big boobs
and pretty impressive hips. They also have very large and
sensitive clits. All of this has meant that sexuality has
become a fundamental part of social and religious ritual.
You will understand more as you study the cultural
component. For us, we need to make you as physically
impressive as we can. You are the right size and build; you
just need to be bulked up a bit in the right places. For
this mission to succeed, you are going to need to fight your
way to the top.”
Dariah smiled. This assignment had just become much more
interesting. “I’m looking forward to finding out a lot more
about this place,” she drawled, suddenly both amused and
excited.
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Over the next two years, Dariah trained her body and ate the
Raddakkar diet, even as she learned the language and culture
of the main societies. Much of this could have been taught
to her through instantaneous neural transfers, and this was
often the case. But habituating herself to the ways of
Raddakkar required more than just knowledge; it also
required training and time. TGO smuggled off-planet the
foods and drugs that she would need to undergo the physical
transformation into a woman of Raddakkar. Ordinarily,
physical alteration could have been done through surgery,
but TGO was concerned that Dariah’s scent would not be right
if her physical enhancements were not the product of the
dietary process. Besides, they were not entirely sure how to
medically duplicate the sexual qualities of Raddakkarian
women. Dariah soon found her body developing in ways that
were both disturbing and delightful. Her muscles hardened,
her breasts grew larger and amazingly taut, her sexual
sensitivity increased tenfold. When she was aroused, her
clit would swell to an amazing size and hardness. Her
libido, already very healthy, became ravenous.
At first, she found it difficult to control these new sexual
powers and appetites. One of her trainers, Reegar, an
Amazonian woman from a heavy gravity planet, was assigned
the task of training Dariah in her new sexual and physical
skills. Reegar had studied the sexual norms and mores of
Raddakkar very closely and she also naturally possessed a
very big clit. Reegar and Dariah were soon spending many
nights locked together in sexual combat, rubbing clits,
practicing sexual rites, and enjoying the slow, delightful
process of teaching Dariah the sexual control that she would
need to fight her way up to and into the royal palace in
Mirt, the capital city of the largest empire on Raddakkar.
Dariah was soon overwhelming her teacher and it became
necessary to train her in the arts of sexual combat on a
simulator. Besides regular physical training designed to
allow her to survive and thrive in a hot jungle environment,
she would also spend hours every day in a device designed to
simulate sexual intercourse, learning how to master her
body’s drives and desires. She learned the sexual rituals
and practices of the people of Raddakkar, focusing on the
role of priestesses. She would be entering the planet’s
society as a travelling priestess. This would be both
dangerous and rewarding position, designed to open doors to
higher society. But it would also require her to pit her
sexual skills and power against many other women in order to
establish her place in the matriarchal hierarchy that ran
the society of the major power.
Finally, the day came for Dariah to leave for Raddakkar. She
boarded a tiny, one person scout craft and spent 4 weeks
travelling to the far reaches of the galaxy. And, now, she
had finally arrived. After a fitful night, Dariah climbed
into her safety suit and opened the main viewport to look
out at the planet that she would call home for the next
several years.
She located the place that she would make landfall – a dense
jungle area about 700 kilometers away from the kingdom of
Mirt. She had committed all of the maps of the planet to her
memory, with the aid of special memory enhancement chips,
and she knew that she would have to travel on foot through
dense and dangerous jungle before her mission could really
start. But first she needed someplace isolated to hide her
ship.
In mid-afternoon, on a hot and humid day, Dariah set her
scout ship down on the edge of a deep lake in the center of
the Randar forest. The space visitor pulled off her safety
suit right after touchdown, opened an external airlock onto
the hot, humid jungle, and began to prepare for the mission.
Wearing her t-shirt, shorts and heavy boots, she unloaded a
few boxes of electronic gear and camouflage materials from
the craft. Then, she got back into the cockpit and activated
the ship’s maneuvering jets, giving the craft just enough
lift to move it out over the center of the lake. She
submerged the craft, putting it down on the lakebed, some 40
meters below the surface. She could have done this by remote
control, but she wanted the final experience of putting the
ship to rest. She did not know when she would see it again.
She sat in the cockpit for a while, looking up into the
water, considering the adventure about to begin. There were
big animals out there in the lake, and she would now need to
walk to shore. She activated a homing and transmission
beacon that would allow her to summon the ship later, if and
when her mission ended. She closed the protective screen
over the viewport. She made a quick scan of the ship, making
sure she had not forgotten anything important, and then she
put the ship into a suspension mode. She shrugged back into
her safety suit, sealed the helmet tight around her head,
and exited the craft through the side airlock.
Dariah trudged along the bottom of the lake, heading toward
the shoreline. The maneuvering rockets in the suit could get
her there quickly if she wanted to use them, but she liked
the idea of walking to shore on the bottom of the lake,
seeing the underwater world and experiencing life from the
perspective of an alien visitor, maybe for the last time.
Some of the big marine predators nosed around her, but she
was too unfamiliar to be prey (not that anything could have
hurt her in her suit) and nothing interfered with her
progress. Within an hour she emerged from the lake, just a
short distance away from her gear.
When she was safely on shore, she removed the suit
carefully, sealed it off and wrapped it in an airtight bag.
She took electronic equipment out of the boxes she had
unloaded and quickly assembled a transmitting station. This
would allow her to send and receive reports from her
superiors from remote locations. It would also allow remote
access to her ship, if she needed it.
After she assembled the device, she moved on to the next
stage of her mission: going undercover. She stripped off all
her clothing and stood naked in the heat of the jungle. The
heat and humidity had already caused her to start sweating,
so she was quite happy to be nude. She wrapped the clothing
into an airtight packet and placed it next to her equipment.
Then she laid out all the gear she would be using. She had a
pair of earrings, a silver armband and a matching band for
her thigh. An ornate, golden necklace in the configuration
of a crescent moon was included in her adornments. She also
had a golden headband, which resembled a tiara, and four
golden rings, two for each hand. Her only clothing was a red
thong, with spaghetti-thin gold straps for her hips. She put
on the jewelry. The necklace was a transmitter which doubled
as a compass, the earrings were tracking devices. The tiara
could be broken down to serve a number of purposes,
including a weapon. The arm and leg bands could act as power
sources. The rings she could sell for currency. The knife
was a knife, but it could also be reconfigured to serve as a
laser gun and its scabbard contained a secret compartment
for Melium, the sacred drug that local people used during
their celebrations. While exposure to Melium helped to
account for some of the Raddakkarian sexual abilities, it
was not a drug that they used carelessly. Dariah only had it
because, as a priestess, she was expected to carry it.
After putting on her jewelry and testing them, and strapping
her knife and scabbard to her right thigh, Dariah finally
pulled on her jeweled thong. She smiled, pulling it taut
against her pussy. Thick pubic hair tufted up over the top
of the thong, and her pussy was clearly outlined by the
tight cloth. She pulled tighter on the thong, pulling it
into her cunt, watching her thick, juicy pussy lips spread
on either side of the tight cloth, feeling the pressure on
her labia, trickling up to her clit. After a moment, she
stopped and sighed, then let the thong relax, allowing it to
ease out of her pussy until it was fit snug around her
mound. She smiled, enjoying the heat that rippled in her
clit. She spread and raised her arms, enjoyed the feel of
her heavy tits rising on her chest, and turned her face to
the sky, opening her body to the sun and fire of the Randar
jungle. She said a blessing to the goddess; it was important
that she live and breathe her new role as a priestess of the
moon goddess. Then, she pulled a tarpaulin over all her
equipment and clothing. Once they were covered, she touched
a button and the tarpaulin hardened and turned into
something that looked exactly like a large rock. She would
be able to find this later, when she needed it.
Armed only with her knife, wearing only the tiny thong and
her jewelry, she walked, barefoot, out into the jungle to
begin her new life.
Dariah found the first few days in the jungle to be
exhilarating. TGO had prepared her for her mission
incredibly well. Her body was resistant to stings and venom
of the small insects of the forest, and her body was already
adapted to the bacteria in the water. Her endurance was
phenomenal. She thrived on the humid heat. She knew how and
what to hunt, and where and how to find the fruit of the
forest. By the end of her fifth day, she had travelled
almost a hundred kilometers and had settled in to a good
routine of exploration and travel. More than anything, she
enjoyed being naked in this wilderness. She felt wild and
untamed, she felt alive in a way she had not for a long
time. She enjoyed the rocking weight of her tits, the
constant pressure of the thong on her cunt, the heat of the
sun on her bare skin. She enjoyed masturbating her enormous
clit every night; she loved the feeling of pleasure that
poured through her as she contemplated the battles to come.
Already, the memories of her previous life were starting to
fade, and she marveled at how easily she seemed to be
adjusting to her new existence.
On the sixth day of her journey to Mirt, the heat between
her legs suddenly started to throb. At first, she did not
understand why she was becoming so aroused, though the new
sexual appetites and desires of her body had often caught
her off guard in the past. Soon, however, she realized what
the building tension in her pussy meant. Women who were
exposed to the drug Melium sometimes developed sensitivity
to the presence of other women who had experienced the same
drug. Dariah realized that there was another woman nearby,
another priestess. Dariah started looking for this potential
rival. After an hour of searching, however, she did not find
her target and decided to be found, instead. She located a
deep pond near a waterfall and stretched herself out on a
large, flat boulder on the bank, her hands interlaced and
cushioning her head, her massive breasts turned to the sun.
Enjoying the heat of the sun on her body, nude except for
the tiny thong, she relaxed and waited for her target to
appear.
Dariah was horny, her body was burning with lust, and she
smiled as she waited. This was how things were settled on
this world. Priestesses were often women of the jungle who
occupied and protected one particular piece of land. These
women were very territorial and hated having their land
intruded upon by another of their kind. Another priestess
passing through was required to pay a tribute to the local
woman or fight her for the right of passage. Dariah had no
intention of paying anything. If the other woman wanted to
challenge her for the right of passage, Dariah was more than
willing to meet the challenge. Indeed, she wanted nothing
more.
Dariah enjoyed her near-nude sunbathing, but was sure to
keep her senses alert. After a few minutes, her sensitive
nose picked up the scent of a large animal, and she opened
her eyes. On the other side of the pond, watching her with
burning blue eyes was a fantastically beautiful woman. The
woman had raven black hair and her sleek, powerful muscles
and voluptuous curves were impossible to ignore. Her skin
was a healthy golden brown. Perhaps most remarkably, she was
stretched out across the back of a great cat, some kind of
tiger. Her bulging breasts pressed firmly to the back of the
cat, forming an enticing cushion of compressed, taut flesh.
The woman appeared naked, though she was wearing silver
bands on her thigh and left bicep and dangling silver
earrings. The woman and the cat were both staring hungrily
at Dariah, and the space woman felt a shiver run down her
spine – whether fear of the cat or anticipation of the
sexual struggle to come, she could not say.
She rose easily to her feet and bowed low, giving the other
woman a good look at the heft and swing of her naked tits,
and cupped her hands, a traditional form of greeting from
one priestess to another. The other woman paused, and then
slid off the back of the great cat. When she did so, Dariah
could see that the other woman was wearing a tiny thong,
maybe even smaller than her own, with leather straps the
same color as her sun-kissed flesh. The black-haired beauty
faced her from across the pond and returned the greeting.
Then, without warning, she dived into the pool. A moment
later, she bobbed up to the surface of the water, only a few
meters from Dariah’s edge of the pool and swam the short
distance to where Dariah was standing. The native beauty
pulled herself out of the water, reaching behind her head to
pull her hair into a tight braid and squeeze out the water.
Dariah watched the women’s magnificent tits rise and bounce,
their sharp nipples large and erect, and found the heat in
her pussy become a wet fever. Her pussy moistened, and she
knew it would not be long before cunt juice began to dampen
her thong and trickle down her inner thighs.
The women locked eyes, the mutual challenge unspoken but
clear. Still, Dariah knew there were other formalities to be
observed. She stepped forward until her aching nipples were
only about 30 centimeters from those of the native beauty.
They looked deep into each other’s eyes. The native beauty
licked her red lips, the tension building.
“I am Dariah,” said Dariah. TGO had agreed to let her use
her real name, though it would sound a bit unusual for this
world. “I am a traveler from Enoch.” This was the distant
city that was her supposed birthplace. “I seek safe passage
through your territory, priestess of the goddess.”
The other woman smiled. “I am Reena, disciple of the cat
goddess. This is my territory. You are welcome to pass
through, but you must pay tribute to me, a fellow priestess,
or you must claim the right to travel by showing that your
power is greater than mine. Which will you choose?”
Reena and Dariah both knew that they wanted to fight. Their
voluptuous bodies were aligning themselves, unconsciously,
even as the women spoke. Dariah’s nipples were aching and
hard with tension and lust. But Dariah decided to play the
game a bit longer. “What is the cost of my passage?” she
asked.
Reena looked at her closely, examining her jewelry, then
said. “I would like the band around your head. That is a
fitting offering to my goddess.”
Dariah smiled. “This band is a sacred gift. All of the
little I am wearing is sacred and I will not part with
anything that I have.”
Reena smiled. “Then you challenge me?”
“Yes,” Dariah replied.
With a hot, tense grin, Reena stepped forward, her blue eyes
searching Dariah’s green eyes, her nipples stopping only
centimeters away from Dariah’s firm, brown nips. The women
contemplated each other for a moment, intense heat and lust
passing between them. Then, Reena placed her hands gently on
Dariah’s abundant tits, cradling and fondling the massive
rack, running her thumbs over Dariah’s aching nipples and
pulsing areola. Dariah closed her eyes, biting her lip,
almost overwhelmed by the sudden heat pouring through her
tits and into her belly, warming her pussy, swelling her
clit. With a gasp, she came to a new and startling
realization: Reena’s hands were like furnaces and Dariah
suddenly understood that her body’s sensitivity to Reena’s
sexual presence extended to every aspect of the other woman.
Just by touching her, skin to skin, Reena had stimulated
Dariah almost beyond a level that she could handle.
Suddenly, she was very worried about her ability to sexually
defeat this woman. If the fondling of her tits could send
such pleasure burning through her body, what would happen
when she met this woman pussy to pussy, clit to clit? But
she had no choice: she had to battle this woman’s body with
her own, and her desire to do so was pounding in her veins
like drums. She had never been more aroused in her life, and
she could see the same feverish lust reflected back at her
in Reena’s eyes.
Dariah reached up to seize Reena’s equally beautiful jugs,
to caress and weigh the massive tits in her hands, to rub
and squeeze the dark brown nipples, to fill her hands to
overflowing with the luscious, sweaty titflesh. Dariah was
gratified to see Reena close her eyes and struggle to
suppress a moan of arousal. “Bitch…,” the cat priestess
groaned, her breath starting to come in panting gasps. She
squeezed Dariah’s tits hard. Both beauties continued to
fondle the other’s massive melons, squeezing and stroking,
kneading and gently scratching, doing everything they could
to stimulate the other. Very quickly, Dariah’s breasts were
burning, her skin almost feverish with sensitivity, and
every stroke and squeeze sending paroxysms of pleasure
through her massive tits and down into her loins. Dariah
closed her eyes and leaned back, arching her torso toward
Reena, offering her meaty tits to the other woman. Reena did
the same, and the women’s hot, sweaty bellies touched and
rubbed, their thighs pressed tight, even as their backs
curved away.
The women continued fondling and working the other’s tits,
their heads thrown back, eyes closed, moans of pleasure
building. Dariah felt that she could soon experience a
nipple orgasm if this kept up. The whole mass of her heavy
tits was throbbing and burning with tension and pleasure.
Reena suddenly gasped, in response to some particularly
delicious stimulation from Dariah’s questing fingers, and
the black-haired woman thrust out with her hips. The women’s
bellies slapped hard, Dariah felt their pubic hair, tufted
over the tops of their thongs, crush tight, and both
beauties groaned with pleasure. Dariah lost her footing and
stumbled back a few steps, Reena moving with her. Dariah
felt the moss-covered rock wall along the side of the pool
suddenly pushing into her back.
Reena leaned forward too and, continuing to work each
other’s tits, they pressed close enough that their hands
became caught between their throbbing mammaries. Neither
woman cared. They pushed closer until they were forehead to
forehead, gasping and moaning into each other’s face. Their
hands were the only things keeping their hot nipples from
touching, mating. Reena’s thighs pressed hard to Dariah’s
and her sweet breath washed over Dariah’s face. The woman’s
tongues touched, gently, but the contact was electric and,
in a moment, Reena’s tongue was sliding into Dariah’s mouth
and Dariah was sucking eagerly, hungrily at her rival’s
thick, wet pink probe. Their hands were pressed back to
back, shielding their tits from each other. But Reena
suddenly turned her hands, grasped Dariah’s and, leaning
back just enough, suddenly pulled their arms apart.
Instantly, their heavy tits, nipples sharp and hard as
rocks, crushed into one meaty mass. Within their locked
mouths, Reena and Dariah shrieked with joy, swallowing each
other’s cries, the nova heat of their crushed tits sending
burning tension roaring through their bodies. “God, oh God,”
Dariah thought. She had felt her pussy gush with hot liquids
as her tits had mated with Reena’s. Her thong was now doused
with moisture, and clear, pungent fluids trickled down her
thighs. For both women, their aching nipples speared each
other with pleasure, volcanoes of raw erotic sensations, and
Dariah rejoiced in the incredible feeling of her nipples
penetrating deep into Reena’s tits, joining her in an
unbreakable bond to the other woman. Dariah felt the same
pressure in her own tits, where Reena’s nipples pierced her
own, tip to tip.
Dariah writhed, rubbing her tits around and around Reena’s
glistening orbs, rubbing her taut belly into Reena’s solid
abdomen, feeling the suck of her navel to that of the cat
priestess. Reena rubbed back, enjoying the feel of their
sweat-soaked bodies slipping and sliding, slick flesh to
flesh, tits writhing and rolling. The women squeezed their
hands, palm to palm their sharp nails digging into the back
of the other’s hands. The heat and tension continued to
build, Dariah and Reena continued to suck at each other’s
mouths, their tongues twisted together, their breathing
coming faster and harder as both refused to break the kiss,
their moans growing louder and more frantic. Spit flowed,
eventually trickling out to moisten each woman’s beautiful
face. Finally, they broke the kiss and, cheek to cheek,
gasping for breath, moaning with lust, the women continued
to writhe and grind their bodies together.
Through the haze of her own pleasure, Dariah knew that she
needed to take the offensive. With a flip of her wrists, she
freed her hands from Reena’s grasp. She placed one hand on
Reena’s thrusting hip, but the other she slid down the
black-haired beauty’s taut stomach, her hand coming to rest
on Reena’s mound, Reena’s pubic hair soft in her palm.
Dariah did not slip her hand inside Reena’s thong. Instead,
she placed two fingers over the other woman’s hot slit and
began working the material of the tight thong into her
enemy’s wet cunt. Reena groaned, then slid her right hand
down Dariah’s belly, placed her hand on the soaked red
thong, and began masturbating her enemy in retaliation.
Reena leaned hard into Dariah, compressing their tits even
harder, sending a flash of heat and pleasure through both
women. The two women panted nose to nose, mouth to mouth,
eyes closed tight as they each fought the intense sensations
building in their cunts.
“Nnggh, fucking whore…,” Dariah groaned at Reena, her breath
blasting furnace hot.
“Dirty slut,” Reena whispered back. “I will ride you with
your cunt as my saddle, bitch…”
Their fingers and hands moved harder and faster, rubbing and
pushing, stimulating each other through their soaked thongs,
the wet material adding a delicious friction to their
sensitive pussy lips, their dripping, yielding labia. Dariah
felt herself swaying in the heat, the sweat of her forehead
mixing with Reena’s, the heat of their breath becoming one,
their cries and choking gasps merging into a single voice.
She felt her burning clit unfurl, hard as rock, finally
emerging from its hood and more inflamed with need than it
had ever been. Oh god, Dariah thought, oh God, I can’t take
this… just the very thought of the other woman touching her
clit with those fiery fingers made her want to faint with
pleasure. The idea of driving her rock-hard clit, over and
over, into the equally hard, hot clit of this bitch – the
idea of pitting the most sensitive, sexual part of her body
into direct contact with that of the cat priestess – god,
surely that would kill her. But Dariah knew it had to be
done and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted
anything. Lust sang in her heart and burned in her blood
like acid. She had to have this bitch and she had to have
her now.
Reena’s expert fingers suddenly caressed Dariah’s bulging
clit through her wet thong. The shockwave of pure pleasure
was unbearable. Dariah gritted her teeth, swallowed a sob of
ecstasy, and drove her thumb hard into Reena’s swelling
clit. Then, before the cat priestess could do more than gasp
and open her mouth to scream, her eyes wide with shock,
Dariah placed her hands on the other woman’s belly and
breast and pushed her away, hard.
Reena flew back, screeching with the shock of the attack on
her clit, and landed hard on the opposite wall of the alcove
in which they were fighting, leaning her back on the soft,
mossy loam. The cat woman writhed uncontrollably into the
wall, her body convulsing with the intense sensations
rippling through it. She rubbed her voluptuous body into the
green; her fingernails digging into the moss, her massive
tits rocking with her jerking hips, her eyes closed tight,
her head thrown back and her voice coming in growls of pure,
aching lust. The sexual convulsion passed. Then, she opened
her eyes and fixed her glowing blue eyes to Dariah’s burning
green orbs. Panting like an animal, the cat priestess
reached down and slid her thong off her hips and down her
luscious legs, then threw the soaked garment aside. Bracing
herself against the cliff wall, she spread her meaty thighs
wide, her raging pussy hot and wet and hungry for Dariah’s
aching twat.
Dariah looked down into the sex maw confronting her, the
thick pussy lips, and the soft labia. She stared at the
enormous, pulsing red clit that reared up like a beckoning
finger from Reena’s juicy cunt, and her mind almost exploded
with passion. Whatever training she had was lost in a haze
of heat and lust. She needed only one thing, and that was to
join her body completely and absolutely to Reena’s beautiful
form, and fuck endlessly, mindlessly, clits caressing and
tangling, crushing and fusing, for as long as she possibly
could. Her tits were rock-hard with tension and her pussy
gushed uncontrollably. Not taking her green eyes from
Reena’s glowing blue gaze, Dariah hooked her thumbs through
the straps of her thong and wiggled the tiny, drenched
garment down her hips, past her muscled thighs, and down her
thick calves. The thong dropped at her feet and she stepped
out of it, tangling it on one toe, but then kicking it away.
Pussy juice was streaming down her thighs, trickling down
her calves. The heat in her pussy was so intense that it
felt it was burning her loins; her lower belly was tense
with need. She could feel her clit pulsing. She saw Reena
stare at the massive sex organ protruding from her nether
lips, and she smiled – Reena was clearly impressed by what
she saw, but the flash of pure lust that rippled across the
cat woman’s face betrayed no fear, just raw desire.
Nude, panting with sex fever, the two priestesses stepped
toward each other. Dariah reached out and fixed her hands to
Reena’s wide, firm hips. The smooth skin burned beneath her
palms. Reena returned the grip. Both beauties squeezed their
massive tits between their upper arms, compressing their
round, brown and golden orbs, causing them to thrust out
even further. Their hard, brown nipples jutted like spears,
their taut tits pushed out with even more force. Moving
forward, the two women mated their tits once again,
spike-shaped nipples caressing and stroking, panting cries
of pleasure exploding from both sex-crazed Amazons. Around
and around, they worked their nipples, fencing, stimulating
each other, enjoying the incredible erotic electricity that
poured from the throbbing shafts. Their grips on the other’s
hips grew tighter, and both women sank sharp claws into the
other’s smooth flesh to hold their enemy in place. They
struggled to keep their eyes open; their eyelids heavy with
pleasure, their growling pants slowly become erotic moans of
greater and greater force. Reena suddenly pushed forward,
arching her back, pushing her pussy mound hard and firm into
Dariah’s hot, hairy cunt. Slick pussy lips kissed and slid
and sucked. Pure, boiling heat and electricity raced through
both women, burning up from their sliding cunts. Their hard
nipples grew even firmer. Dariah shrieked with the sudden
explosion of pleasure; Reena joined her.
Dariah’s hands slid down Reena’s hips and onto the
raven-haired beauty’s firm, round ass; Reena immediately
returned the grip. Now, holding each other firmly in place,
hot tits joined and compressed at the nipples, backs arched
away from each other but hips and pelvises jutted forward,
knees and inner thighs pressed tight, the two women began to
fuck. Their powerful asses bucked and flexed, their womanly
hips jerked in rhythm. Dariah closed her eyes, lost in the
sheer ecstasy of the sensations roaring through her body.
Her body was slick, hot, taut flesh, thrusting and merging,
grinding and rubbing into the equally firm, hot, wet body of
the bitch she was fighting. She was going to break this
bitch, she was going to become one mass of raging flesh with
this woman, and emerge at the end with her sex triumphant.
But for now, she just wanted, needed, to fuck and be fucked
like she never had before. She worked her hips and pelvis,
rubbing her slick, aching pussy around and around,
penetrating the hot wet hole challenging her own, working
into Reena’s labia so her pussy could eat the cat priestess’
cunt, so she could get at the other woman’s engorged clit.
Reena worked her own hips and ass in the other direction,
grinding, drilling her pussy as deep into Dariah’s welcoming
cunt as she could go, the volcanic heat of their matched
twats almost too much to take. Their writhing, rubbing
bodies slid on the hot sweat and cunt juice that they were
both leaking, their deep navels sucked tight, their enflamed
tits rolled around and around on the joined spikes of their
fused nipples, their areola so sensitive that both women
could feel the friction between every bump and ridge. The
women glared at each other through half-closed eyes, their
snarls and screams of pleasure and hate building, their
pants and groans becoming ever more desperate.
Even as they penetrated each other, they both knew the
inevitable, unbearable meeting of their massive, throbbing
clits was only moments away. Gathering themselves, Reena and
Dariah finally smashed their enflamed clits together. An
explosion of intense, exquisite pleasure blasted through the
mated women like a nova. The women threw back their heads,
their bodies frozen in pleasure, their breath coming in
hitching gasps as they both fought for air, the breath
forced from their bodies by the orgasmic energy of the clit
to clit fuck. Their tits swelled up and fused even tighter,
their bellies rippled with convulsions, their navels sucking
apart and then together as their muscles flexed in sexual
agony.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Dariah sobbed, barely able to speak,
her eyes glazed and shining with intense pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh you cuntfucker, yes…” Reena whispered,
her mind struggling to hold on.
Dariah could barely stay conscious, even as she kept her
exploding clit plastered to the side of Reena’s equally
massive sex horn. Their clits were pressed, crushed side to
side, fused together from their bases to their tips, equally
huge, equally sensitive, squeezed tight within the hard, wet
muscle of their flexing pussies. Reena saw stars before her
eyes. Even as wave after wave of raw pleasure roared through
her body, emanating from her embattled clit, she fought to
stay conscious. The cat priestess had fought many, many sex
battles in the past, and she had never been beaten, though
she had occasionally fought to a draw. But this strange
woman, this moon priestess, was a sex demon, a ravenous,
wanton whore, with a clit like nothing Reena had ever felt
before. Deep in her heart, she was afraid she might finally
lose. But, more than anything, she wanted ever drop of cum,
every ounce of sexual fury that this bitch could give to
her. Reena was consumed with a lust that demanded absolute
satisfaction.
Finally, screaming with pleasure, the two women pulled their
clits apart, sliding the two engorged sexhorns up each
other’s side until they finally separated. Shuddering with
pleasure, almost delirious with ecstasy, Reena and Dariah
gazed at each other with glazed eyes, the sheer pleasure of
their contact almost too much to bear. Then, eyes locked and
challenging, they drove their massive clits together head to
head, the most sensitive parts of their most sensitive
organs smashing tight, struggling to crush each other back.
A nova hot blast of orgasmic pleasure roared through them.
For a moment, both women blacked out, the sensations simply
too much to take. Their clits struggled, the women
desperately tried to stay conscious, pure ecstasy filled
every atom of their bodies to overflowing. Then, their thick
clits slid side by side, and the women fell forward, resting
their chins on the other’s shoulder, their tits crushed
hard, their claws scoring the other’s hard ass, both sobbing
uncontrollably and screaming obscenities at each other.
“Oh, you fucking CUNT!” Dariah screamed, her voice almost
collapsing in sobs of pleasure. “Give, you bitch, please
give…”
“Never, oh never,” Reena moaned back. “You WHORE, you CUNT!!
You give to me, come for me, please, please…”
Gathering themselves, realizing that neither would
surrender, realizing that neither wanted to stop, Reena and
Dariah began sawing their clits back and forth, rubbing
around and around, working the heads of their clits into one
throbbing mass. They howled and shrieked, they cursed and
moaned, they snarled and screamed. Cunt juice gushed from
their inosculated pussies. But on and on their bodies
writhed, hot sweat lubricated their thrusting and grinding,
their heavy tits became one and their sweat-soaked,
cum-coated bellies rubbed and slid. They kept their hands
locked to the other’s ass, pulling each other in tight,
neither letting go, both wanting to drill through the other.
Slowly, agonizingly, the power left their legs and they sank
to their knees. Then they slid their legs past each other,
scissor-locked, and were soon asses down on the ground, legs
interlocked, pussies sealed and throbbing clits working
against each other in a continual writhing, bucking motion.
They pulled each other forward and, their clits still
stroking and struggling, they locked up in a deep, moaning
kiss, tongues twisted and merged, straining. The tongues in
their mouths mirrored the far harder, more exquisite tongues
that licked and fenced between their twined thighs.
Dariah was only semi-conscious at this point, her mind lost
to sexual delirium, the pleasure burning through her body
more than she could take. It was a testament to her training
that she still managed to keep grinding and thrusting,
rubbing and twisting, her hips jerking and her ass flexing,
her hands squeezing the other woman’s hard ass and her tits
pushing, doing everything that she could too inflict more
pleasure on the cat priestess than the other woman could
take. But Dariah knew she was fading fast. This was just
too, too much. Her body was trembling with orgasmic
pleasure, her toes were curled and cramped with tension, and
her entire body was rolling and rippling with erotic energy.
Her tits seemed swollen to such a size that she was melted
to Reena’s equally taut, massive boobs. She was going to
come in the most intense, inhuman orgasm of her life in just
moments.
Then, suddenly, Reena broke the kiss, her mouth pulling away
from Dariah’s in a spray of hot saliva, their tongues
licking hard, her cry a groan of despair and rage.
“CUNT, you fucking CUNT!” Reena howled. Dariah pushed hard.
Reena had not come yet, but she was just a whisper away,
just holding out by the last scraps of her will. Whimpering
with erotic need, struggling to hold back her own ecstatic
release, Dariah pushed the other woman on to her back,
mounting her, making sure that their cunts remained sealed
and their clits locked. When she was in position, firmly on
top of the cat priestess, the other woman spread underneath
her, Dariah pulled back her cunt, sucking apart from Reena’s
twat with a hard pop, thick cunt juice streaming out, but
their pussies still joined by thick strands of pussy juice.
Dariah aligned the head of her clit to Reena’s, and then
thrust with all of her strength.
Both beauties howled, shrieked with indescribable pleasure
as their clits met and strained, merged, and exploded. Then,
gasping with passion, almost sick with need and erotic
electricity, Dariah pulled back and did it again. Howling
with pleasure, the women slammed their wet cunts together
again and again, in absolute ecstasy, struggling to crush or
bend each other back. Reena held tight to Dariah’s ass,
trying to pull the auburn-haired vixen as deep into her as
she could.
The women’s bodies writhed and bucked, their limbs twined
and strained, their tits slid and slithered against each
other in the hot sweat. Their massive clits, swollen and
engorged with power and pleasure met again and again in
brutal, ecstatic combat. Dariah struggled to hold Reena down
and fuck her foe senseless. But she was overwhelmed with the
sensations burning out of her monstrous clit and after
several delirious minutes of writhing and rubbing, biting
and squeezing, Reena succeeded in rolling herself on top of
Dariah. For a few minutes, the women locked their limbs,
crushed each other tight, and rolled back and forth on the
thick moss, each struggling to gain and hold the dominant
position. Their bodies burned with sexual heat, their
matching tits crushed tight and vibrated with tension and
pleasure, their rock-hard abdominals flattened into one.
Between their legs, their massive clits protruded from their
soaking cunts, reaching and rubbing, driving both beauties
insane with lust. They rubbed pussies, pubic hair grating
and tangling. Their bodies burned, their peculiar
sensitivity to each other turning every slap of bare skin to
bare skin into a sexually overloaded experience. Finally,
with a snarl, Reena disentangled herself from Dariah and
kicked the other woman away.
Sitting up, their backs braced to the moss-covered logs
framing the spot in which they battled, panting furiously,
Dariah and Reena regarded each other with raw hunger. Legs
spread, they faced each other, their hard, hot clits jutting
from their enraged pussies, dripping with cunt juice and
throbbing with arousal. Their tits heaved with their pants.
The women sat with their pussies in confrontation, letting
their lust and their levels of arousal slowly fall back to
more manageable levels. But Dariah could feel the heat
building and burning in her, the raw need to lock up with
this bitch and fuck again, clit to clit, harder and harder,
until one woman conquered the other.
Reena smiled grimly, and then gestured with her hand. “Come
to me, cunt,” she whispered. “Let’s finish this.”
Dariah smiled back, sheer desire burning in her green eyes,
and she began to move on her round ass towards Reena’s
glistening body, her eyes fixed on the hot, thick slit of
her enemy’s juicy cunt and the red, pulsing clit extending
from it. Dariah was crazy with lust. She wanted nothing more
than to drive her own rock-hard clit into that of Reena and
thrust and rub and grind. Her pussy burned with a ravenous
hunger that could only be satisfied by devouring Reena’s
cunt.
Reena pushed forward to meet her, and the two beautiful
women slid their muscled legs past each other, each
shuddering with delight as her skin burned with the sexual
charge of the flesh-to-flesh contact. They reached for each
other, each grasping the other’s tits and squeezing,
fondling, weighing the taut flesh. They played with the
other’s nipples, even as they pushed closer, their pussies
only centimeters apart, the heat from their engorged clits
rippling out in waves of erotic power. Reena whimpered as
she massaged Dariah’s breasts, as Dariah stroked and teased
her nipples and areola, each woman stimulating the other,
each tempting her enemy with the unbearable closeness of
their enraged clits. Their eyes were locked, each reading in
the other the unbearable pleasure that they hoped to inflict
on one another.
Finally, Reena squeezed Dariah’s nipples hard, and then
leaned back on her arms, offering her aching cunt and her
swollen clit to her enemy. Dariah smiled, then leaned back
to present her auburn-furred pussy. Her clit was throbbing,
burning with intensity she had never felt before, and she
realized, for the first time, what it meant to be a woman of
this planet.
The women inched forward and gently touched their massive
clits, head to head. Ecstasy like nothing she had every felt
flashed through her, smashed through the top of her head,
and Dariah blacked out. She came to moments later, her body
shuddering with pleasure, Reena’s shrieks of naked pleasure
matching her own. The women trembled and shook, they
convulsed with sexual joy. At some distant point in her
mind, Dariah realized that the longer she stayed in contact
with her beautiful rival, the more intense the sexual
experience caused by the drug working in their systems.
Sobbing and screaming, Dariah and Reena kept their clits
pushed hard together. Then, bracing themselves, their hands
sunk into the cushion of moss, they thrust hard with their
hips and asses, driving at each other. They howled again as
their clits crushed, head to head, and struggled to force
each other back. The women shrieked and snarled, they
gritted their teeth in agony, they panted and howled like
animals, but they still kept up the pressure and slowly,
agonizingly, their sweat-slicked bodies shaking with
pleasure, their tits quivering with tension, forced each
other’s massive clits back until their juicy pussy lips
touched and kissed and slowly slid together and sucked.
Dariah felt like she was dying from the intensity of the
pleasure, from the unbearable sensations torturing her body.
But she held on until she and Reena were sealed together,
cunt to cunt, their massive clits straining against each
other but crushed inside their wet, hot pussies. She
squeezed with the power of her cunt and felt Reena squeeze
back. The pleasure was too great and, shrieking like
banshees, the women fell onto their backs, their massive
tits bouncing as they landed. Then, they began to writhe,
grinding hard into each other, sucked tight, and trying to
push as deep and hard into the other woman as possible.
Their burning cunts ate at each other like wild animals
locked in mortal combat, their powerful clits quivered and
exploded with orgasmic sensations. Their hips rocked and
asses thrust as they struggled to force each other to a
complete sexual surrender. Slowly, and then harder, they
began to rock in a powerful rhythm, grinding and rubbing
their clits together in a constant wet friction, forcing so
much pleasure on each other that they could only lay on
their backs, their tits jolting and jumping with the
constant thrusting, and grind each other toward sexual
oblivion. All the while, the clearing filled with the sound
of taut skin slapping, wet pussies sucking, and the animal
snarls and screams of two women fuckfighting to the end.
Dariah fucked harder and with more intensity than she ever
had in her life. She reached down and grabbed Reena’s
powerful thighs and, anchoring herself, poured on the fuck
attack, driving herself into the other woman’s fantastic
body. Reena grabbed Dariah’s thighs and, interlocked like
clothespins, the two Amazons fucked with all of their
strength. Their clits rubbed and fenced, moving back and
forth, up and down as they flicked each other, sliding side
on side, each movement and measure sending excruciating
waves of pleasure rippling through the women until they were
ready to go at each other head to head yet again.
The clit war became all. Reena and Dariah whimpered at each
other, their muscles shaking with orgasmic pleasure, their
bodies wet and slick and moving in a brutal rhythm. Dariah
could only see Reena’s beautiful blue eyes over her bouncing
tits, glowing with heat and lust, glazed with the incredible
ecstasy that was being administered to her perfect body.
Dariah knew that her own eyes had the same look. She did not
know how much more of this she could take. Yet, the pleasure
was indescribable and everything she had ever wanted from
the moment she had first begun to alter her body for this
mission. She knew now what the sexual power of a priestess
of Raddakkar could be, and she could not imagine anything
better.
The pleasure built inexorably until Reena and Dariah knew
that the end was approaching. Taking a firmer grip on the
other’s thigh, aligning their raging clits head to head,
they began to throw all the power of their bodies into
driving their sexhorns together, smashing together hard,
each woman struggling to batter her foe into submission
through pleasure and pressure. Each impact sent waves of
erotic heat blasting through the women’s joined bodies,
filling them to overflowing with raging sensations. Cunt
juice sprayed with each delicious thrust. Dariah gritted her
teeth, swallowed her sobs of joy, and kept ramming her cunt
to Reena’s with all her strength, rejoicing in the raging
pleasure of feeling the slick skin of her pussy merging with
that of the black-haired woman, feeling their labia fuse and
their bodies open to each other, feeling the unbearable
strength of the other woman’s swollen sex grinding against
hers with electric intensity. She felt like she was in
paradise even as her body was tortured with erotic need.
Reena and Dariah fucked passionately, mercilessly, their
screams and shrieks merging and combining, riding each other
to an orgasmic finish, each determined to fuck to the end.
Finally, after what seemed like a hundred hard, delicious,
unbearable clit to clit thrusts, Dariah felt Reena’s rock
hard clit bend, just slightly. The black-haired beauty’s
eyes widened and she thrashed and screamed, driving against
Dariah even harder. But Dariah held on and thrust and rubbed
again and again, pumping herself into Reena’s attacking body
until, suddenly, Reena stiffened like a hard board, her eyes
flashed with rage and humiliation and pure ecstasy. With a
convulsive howl, she came. Her body jerked with sheer
roaring pleasure as the climax took her completely. Hot cum
jetted out of her pussy, soaking both women, working its way
up into Dariah’s sex-enflamed body. Reena bucked hard, her
body straining, her limbs straight and hard, her body
trembling in orgasmic bliss, her taut tits wobbling with
tension.
As Dariah felt her enemy explode, she let go herself. Her
boiling cum shot from her twat, adding to the soaking mess
between their bodies, mixing and combining with Reena’s
offering, jetting up into Reena’s vaginal canal, sealing the
women together in a bond of pure sex. Raw pleasure wracked
both women and they clamped their legs around each other,
fell onto their backs and began to writhe and buck, grinding
into each other, struggling to outfuck each other right to
the very end. Their erotic moaning grew to fever intensity
as they cried their ecstasy to the surrounding jungle.
Slowly, slowly the pleasure subsided until the two beautiful
women were left exhausted, their legs twined and their cunts
interlocked. A few moments after the final devastating
orgasm, Dariah groaned, pulled herself up and threw herself
onto Reena’s body. The women gasped, tits crushing and
sending spasms of pleasure through their interlocked bodies.
They pressed cheek to cheek, gasping, occasionally kissing
and sucking at each other’s tongue and licking at each
other. After some time, Dariah pulled her aching body off of
the woman below her. She rolled to her side and lay there
for some time, panting, struggling to recover her energies.
Reena lay struggling for breath, her wet, hot brown body
heaving with exhaustion and effort. Dariah paused to watch
her enemy’s wobbling tits, and smiled. She had won. That
gave her other prerogatives in this culture.
“Reena,” Dariah said softly. The cat priestess turned her
head and they locked eyes, understanding passing between
them. Reena smiled grimly. Dariah reached out and tangled
her hand in the other woman’s thick black hair. She pulled
Reena towards her, and the two shared a deep, wet kiss. But
only for a moment. Then Dariah pushed the other girl’s head
down, and spread her legs.
“It’s time for you to kiss and lick my other mouth, bitch,”
she snarled. Without protest, Reena buried her face, her
teeth and tongue, between Dariah’s widespread legs and began
to suck and nibble, her tongue tracing the inside of
Dariah’s labia, licking out the cum, ticking her clit, then
sucking it, enfolding Dariah’s hot sex in the velvet
softness of her tongue and lips. Dariah leaned back and
smiled, enjoying this symbol of her victory, rejoicing as
her clit stiffened once more and the heat boiled up and
rippled away from her cunt into every cell of her aching
body. Some time later, she shrieked in ecstasy, and then
collapsed in satisfaction. She was dimly aware of Reena
moving up her body, of the other woman’s tongue in her
mouth, of licking her own cum and exchanging burning kisses
and gentle strokes and squeezes with the cat priestess. Then
she collapsed in a deep exhaustion and fell asleep.
When Dariah woke hours later, the morning had turned to late
afternoon. She and Reena were still curled together, their
limbs twined, their beautiful faces touching. Dariah felt
her body burning with sexual fever every place where her
bare skin was pressed to Reena’s. She knew she needed to
fuck this woman again.
She licked Reena’s face and, slowly, the blue-eyed beauty
woke. She smiled when she saw Dariah, her look a combination
of bliss and fire. Dariah smiled back, feeling the heat
between her legs.
“Have I earned my passage?” she asked, kissing Reena gently
on the mouth.
“Yes,” the cat priestess replied. Then, “Almost.” She pulled
back, and then cupped her own tit, the right one, and
offered it to Dariah. Dariah smiled, and then bent her head.
She licked the dark, stiff nipple, then covered it in spit
and wrapped her lips around the hard shaft to suck. Soon,
she had as much of her mouth around the taut titflesh as she
could, sucking hard, biting, and leaving teeth marks. Reena
groaned and cried out as Dariah forced her over onto her
back and continued her ravaging, her devouring of the other
woman’s magnificent tits. Dariah was hungry, her body craved
Reena’s milk, Reena’s sex, and she attacked the cat woman’s
incredible body ravenously.
With a cry, Reena suddenly rolled Dariah off, then threw
herself onto the moon priestess and locked her own teeth and
lips around Dariah’s equally gorgeous breasts. Dariah cried
out in pleasure, suddenly on the receiving end of the
vicious, voluptuous ravaging she had subjected Reena to. She
loved it, she rejoiced in the glowing pain and pleasure as
Reena feasted on her and her body swelled in lust as she
knew how much more she wanted. With a cry, she threw Reena
off. The cat priestess rolled and hit her head on one of the
giant, moss covered logs that thrust out of the end of the
pool.
Dariah advanced on the stunned woman and took advantage of
the situation. She pulled Reena up, and then threw her
across the log, so that the groove of her spine fit along
the log and the round globes of her ass were bisected by the
moss-softened word. Then, Dariah pulled the other woman’s
legs apart by her ankles, spreading her wide. She looked
down into the beautiful cunt beneath her for only a moment.
Then, ravenous with hunger and lust, she buried her face,
her teeth and tongue, deep into her rival’s burning twat.
She reveled in the pungent odor, the delicious softness, the
miraculous size and sensitivity of the throbbing red clit.
She ate Reena, devouring the other woman, sucking on her
clit, eating out her labia, feasting on her as though her
cunt were a fragrant flower spread on a banquet table. Reena
buried her hands in Dariah’s thick auburn hair and held her
in place, as she arched her back and shrieked her pleasure
to the jungle. Dariah reached up and sank her fingers into
Reena’s bouncing, thrusting tits. She worked the other
woman, pulling one aching orgasm after another out of the
raven-haired beauty, until Reena begged her to stop.
“Enough, oh goddess, please enough!” Reena cried. But both
women knew that she really did not want Dariah to stop.
Finally, her face and hair covered with Reena’s juices, her
own body on fire with pure lust, Dariah pulled herself up
from her rival’s cunt and pulling Reena’s legs apart once
again, she lowered her own dripping snatch down onto Reena’s
burning twat. Thick wet pussy lips met and squashed, vaginal
holes opened to each other and sealed with an unbreakable
suction, hard clits met and licked. The women howled
together and Dariah remembered how Reena had promised to
ride her using her cunt as a saddle. Dariah now did this to
Reena, driving hard and deep, her rock hard clit smashing
and grinding to Reena’s equally engorged member, sawing and
fencing, forcing waves of raw, aching pleasure out of both
combatants. The women reached out and squeezed hard at the
other’s tits, mauling burning nipples, both women arching
their backs to sink their cunts as far and as hard into each
other as they could, eating at each other, devouring each
other cunt to cunt. The soft, wet furnaces of their raging
cunts mixed and melted and fused into one and Dariah found
herself shrieking at the top of her lungs, shrieking in
concert with Reena, as they detonated in a series of raw,
rolling shared orgasms that left them both gushing hot
juices all over their thighs and bellies, that sealed their
joined pussies in an unbreakable bond, that filled their
wet, aching sexes with each other’s fragrant cum. Passing
out, Dariah finally fell away from the other woman, flat on
her back, the holes of their cunts still joined tight even
as they both collapsed into unconsciousness.
Epilogue:
Dariah slept fitfully throughout the night. At some point,
Reena crawled on top of her and the two women slowly and
lazily made love through the entire night, kissing and
stroking, playing with each other’s swollen clit,
occasionally rubbing clits until they passed out in waves of
pure ecstasy. At one point during the night, they settled
into a blissful 69, eating and licking and feasting on each
other, drinking each other’s hot cum as they devoured each
other time and again. When Dariah woke, she was still
wrapped in Reena’s body. Carefully, she disentangled
herself, and then went to the pool to bathe and drink.
Refreshed, she pulled herself out of the water to find the
cat priestess watching her.
“Where are you going?” Reena asked.
“My final destination is the kingdom of Mirt,” Dariah
responded. “I have pressing business there with the court.”
Reena nodded. “It is still another five days walking before
you leave my territory. Would you like me to escort you?”
Dariah’s eyes glowed with lust as she turned her gaze on
Reena’s fantastic body. “I think I would like that very
much,” she replied, her voice a throaty growl.
Reena smiled. “I can get a targ to carry us there.” Dariah
knew that a “targ” was a kind of elephant. “We could walk,”
Reena continued, “but this will give us more time to – get
acquainted. There is a great deal that one can do on the
back of a targ, if you know how. Ways you can use the
movement of the beast to…,” she paused and grinned, “…rather
interesting effect.”
Dariah smiled again, delighting in the feelings of lust and
anticipation already building in her body. She could tell
that life on Raddakkar was going to be a truly wonderful
experience.
The End