The Queendom of Libidine
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Where the Queens of Lust rule~
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Ave regina, nos qui lactatus te salutant
Bholdora: An old rival of mine I've fought months ago became a new resident of Libidine and this was quite a glad surprise. The one who calls herself Diabla draw the attention of Queen Anastasia and in the next moment we've meet each other inside the palace's walls and I felt thrilled about it. Diabla isn't just a gorgeous amazon but also a fierce fighter just as violent as I and Queen Anastasia is and it was thanks to someone asking who would win a titfight between me and Diabla, I had the idea to setup a fight between us with the Queen being the sole watcher of our incoming match inside of her private chamber. When the night of our match finally arrived, I warmed up a bit, removing my top exposing my ample breasts to my rival while wearing just a tribal loincloth as I prepare mentally for her because I know she's just as fierce and violent as I am.
Bholdora: 
Diabla: Our "friendly" rivalry was sparked once more by a random passerby questioning not the strength of our muscles, but the strength of our mammaries! It wouldn't be my first time participating in such a contest, but it was the first time the contest was unrestricted for me. I excitedly step up to the challenge and immediately remove my top. I stretch my fingers, grateful for the freedom of movement and not being constrained to those annoying boxing gloves, while giving you a good look over. Seeing your bare torso has me grinning ear to ear, and my eagerness to show you and our onlooker who has the better tits was quite palpable through my eyes.
Diabla: 
Anastasia_the_Dominant: *Licks my lips being the bare breasts on display*
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Mash each other's tits!
Diabla: You're next after I'm done turning her tits into two milk lakes!
Anastasia_the_Dominant: I know, but I wanna see you mash up another orc
Diabla: I'll mash up all the orcs
Diabla: Just for you 😏
Anastasia_the_Dominant: But also, Bholdora, turn her tits into swollen milky messes
Anastasia_the_Dominant: *No bias, loves titfights*
Bholdora: I'll do my best Ana. ;3
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Ooooh, should I be the prize? Like winner gets me sucking their milk?
Diabla: I'm sorry, Bholdora, but you have no chance of winning this now.
Bholdora: "say that with the strength of your tits, Diabla"
Diabla: "I think I'll be saying it with a gallon of your milk in hand."
Bholdora: It's not the first time we see each other's bare breasts. In fact we fought nude. As I stare at you removing your top, I can see your nipple piercings that might be a double edged sword of sorts but I'm not going to back off now. Specially when Anastasia is watching us. Not really rooting for anyone specific but wanting us to give our best to make her trhilled and entertained. In the end, this fight is going to be a rough fun for us an her in general. Your eager grin clashes with my wild grin, staring you right on our eyes as we approaches each other and without hesitation I press my breasts against yours, getting face to face while I put my hands behind my back.I don't say a word, just stare you up in a mix of passion and raw determination to burst your breasts up with the strength of my own rack and eager to bash my rack against yours until you can't take it anymore. "Queen Anastasia, could you give us the honor of starting us up?"
Diabla: Ooo, shall you do the honors, cutie patootie? I got heads!
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Oh, of course my dears. Heads for Diabla, tails for Bholdora. *I produce a Libidinian coin and flick into the air, before letting land in my palm and slapping it against my other hand and reveal.....*
Anastasia_the_Dominant: !coin
Flip the coin.... heads!
Flip the coin.... heads!
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Diabla gets first shot!
Diabla: "Thank you, cutie patootie!" My eyes don't leave Bholdora as I shoot a smooch towards Anastasia. As the coin lands, the side is called, and my head instinctively moves. The sound of skulls knocking can be heard as I slam my head against the orc pressing against me, creating just enough space for me to get down to what this match was really about. I swiftly step to Bholdora's side and lock my left arm around her left tit. "Let's see if I can't get this green cow to moo for us," I hiss and toss my foot back, trying to catch Bholdora's knee so that I would be pulling her up by her tit.
Bholdora: As soon the coin dropped and Anastasia declared which side the coin landed on, you brutally slams your forehead against mine's catching me off guard, as you create some space between us. I thought this kind of match would just be us using our breasts to force the milking but I welcome the roughness as it certainly would make things even more interesting. Still you have the upper hand over me as you get on my side and lock you strong arm around my left breast. "Not gonna happen, bitch", I snarl low at you swinging a firm punch at your right breast and squeezing it, using the momentum of my arm to try to push you backwards and preventing me from getting on my knee while my breast would be squeezed by your muscular arm.
Diabla: "Not yet anyways," I taunt as your right arm swings towards my tit. Your fist connecting with my flesh was not a good feeling, but not a new one, and it was a good way to get the blood boiling. I flex my arm, giving your breast one last tighter squeeze, as you push me backwards and slip out from my grip. I manage to pinch my left hand fingers around your nipple in my scramble to grab your tit once more. My right hand balls into a fist and I aim for a couple of shots to the side of your stomach, slowly moving up to the side of your left tit, and finally try to nail one in your jaw. My left hand releases your nipple after I throw that last swing, hoping to follow up with a left hook to your undamaged right tit.
Bholdora: I hiss and snarl as your biceps and forearm squeezes my breast while I shove you away form me. Still while I squeezed your breast you managed to pinch my left breast' nipple while I feel your punches ramming on my side. I growl in pain and I'm more than eager to bash my fist on your side, one mimicking the other for a while until my head snaps back as you slam a hook on my jaw and I swing my left fist on your cheek as a form of counter attack.. I feel some relief when you stop pinching and tugging my left breast's nipple but soon enough I see your arm moving to slam on my undamaged breast and I snarl as I put my arm in front of my breast taking your punch on it instead of my breast and I quickly try to fight back using that arm to jab right on your face to distract you while my other arm's hand flattens and swings a deep and vicious knuckle punch on the underside of your right breast, the same I abused with the initial punch before I swing a harsh elbow with my right arm on your left tit.
Diabla: I grunt with each traded blow, the adrenaline pumping through me pushing me through them all. A smirk creeps across my face as my fist connects with your jaw. It quickly fades as my left hand collides with your arm. Before I can even pull my hand away from your arm, I feel four knuckles dig into my underboob. With a groan, I step back and throw my guard up, blocking your elbow with my forearm. The impact of your rounded joint still has me hissing slightly, and I can feel the impact travel up my left arm. I throw some easily blocked jabs giving my arm a moment to recover a bit of its senses before I step in and throw a feint. My right arm goes for your damage left breast before it my waist suddenly rotates, pulling the right far off target. A left hook sneaks in from the opposite direction aiming to slam your right mound into your left. My front foot slides forward and swings to the inside of one of your calves, trying to throw your balance off.
Bholdora: I noticed when my elbow collided on your arm you started to shoot some defensive jabs at me. Realizing you really felt after slamming my elbow on you.... Actually, I don't even care in get in the defensive at those jabs and I try to swing my elbow again on your recoiled arm , preferring to take the jabs on my face or breast as I keep abusing your recoiled arm at the same time I bash your ribs with my other fist, wanting to wear you out before I could go for your breasts. This is when you finally decide to throw a feint, apparently going to slam your right arm on my left breast only to suddenly twist your hips and slam a firm punch on the side of my right breast, making it to smack hard on my left one I snarl in pain at that moments before I feel your leg slam hard on my calf muscle, causing me to throw my balance off before I use my standing leg to push forward and pounce at you, wanting to spear my shoulder hard on your waist and taking you down with me on top of you!
Diabla: Being better prepared to deal with your elbows, I easily deflect it, although it takes my arm a bit longer to recover. We continue trading blows to just about everywhere, but the tits until I bring us back on track. The feeling of my fist sinking into your breast is heavenly, and the plan comes together as the sound of skin slapping skin is quickly followed by your tumbling figure. "Ha! Bet you weren't expec-urgh!" I gloat before I'm suddenly interrupted by a shoulder to the waist. I wrap my left arm around your head, pressing it between my breasts, while my right arm begins to slam an elbow into your back. As my back hits the ground, I squeeze my arm tighter, hoping you don't manage to slip your head out from my grasp. The floor restricts the movement of my right arm, and it's difficult to aim my elbow when you're laying directly on top of me, so I try to repeatedly swing my right fist into the side of your left tit. "Grrr! Get off me!"
Bholdora: Of course you had to gloat when I was trying to regain control.... In fact i was about to fall on my ass but I tried and managed to shut your mouth as I tackled you. Even at the cost in getting smothered between your huge and sweaty breasts while your elbow spike down across my back, making you and Anastasia hear a muffled yelp while I drive you down on your back. Once in te ground, I growl in pain, feeling your strong arm trapping my head firmly between your breasts while I move my face to the side to get some air even when it's mixed with the scent of your sweat I yelp when you start to bash your fist on the side of my injured left breast but I quickly remedy it by folding my left arm as much as I could to shield it. I try to keep the calm, even when I'm an orcess and I try to straddle my legs around your hips while i use my free hand to get a hold on your left armpit before I do the same with your right armpit.With a growl, I slide my hands across your strong biceps, holding your arms around the elbow's length and I straighten my arms, trying to break free from your arm while I struggle to get in a knelled position on top of you, glaring and snarling at you with a feral grin, enjoying the challenge you're giving to me before I suddenly try to pull you up, in a sat up position, before I try to slide off you and land on your side, sliding one of my legs behind your back while I release one of your arms and hold the other with both hands at the same time my muscular thigh moves up to your chest and if everything is done, I will SCISSOR YOUR CHEST pressing your huge breasts with my thighs with total disregard!
Diabla: Hearing your yelp was music to my ears, and it audibly let me know I was inflicting pain on you. My fist that was digging into the side of you left tit soon hit solid muscle as you folded your arm to shield yourself. It doesn't take long for you to suddenly give that up and, after one more hammer to your side, I feel your hands sliding up my biceps. My right arm is easily pacified as it was already stretched slightly since I was pulling it back to throw another hit. The left arm is a struggle though. My right hand latches on to the back of your head as you fight to escape my one-armed hug. I feel your legs slide up my hips and stop next to my waist. A moment later, my back leaves the ground as you use the strength of your legs and back combined to move to a sitting position. The lack of resistance as you release my right arm throws off my balance, allowing you to swiftly slide to my side and latch your legs on to my breasts. "AAUUGHH!" I shout as your legs squeeze my tits. My body instinctively bridges, as if trying to fling off the pain my breasts were feeling. I could feel it welling up, threatening to leak out if I couldn't escape soon. I try to pull my left arm from your grip and twist my body towards you. My arm barely budges, but I just barely manage to slip my left tit free. I move my right arm under your thigh and slip your loincloth to the side of your lips. As my right tit begins to dribble, I shove as many fingers as I could fit up your cunt and curl them! "URGHH! LET GO!"
Bholdora: It's not that I gave up to shield my breast before following with my tactic. It was a risk, even if slight, I had to take after all you could have controlled my attempt by holding and pulling my breast. Luckily it wasn't the case for me so I followed with my plan as I breathe hotly with a snarling smile when I get hold and control oy your arms pinning them on both sides of your head while I adjust my self and sit you up only to slide around and lock my thighs firmly around your chest with a loud snarl! "RRRRGH!!". now your screams are music for my ears as my thighs not only presses down on your huge tits, feeling something warm dribbling on your left hardened nipple. But I also twist my hips back and forth, making my thigh to roll back and forth on your breasts as if it was a dough roller, mushing, squeezing, FLATTENING your breasts in an great effort to make you squirt your milk. But of course I found resistance from you, you don't want to lose to me and specially in front of your, OUR, esteemed Queen Anastasia. I try to squeeze your body firmly but your build forced me to my legs pry slightly, still compressing your ribs though, but even so it didn't stopped you from slipping my loincloth, exposing my pubes to you before you roughly slides your rough fingers on my pussy and starts to curl them up against my inner walls. I let go a growl filled with excitement and annoyance as I don't want to lose my control over you but as you keep molesting me there, even when I try to grab your attacking hand to pull it off my folds, my legs somewhat weakens with your intense fingering inside of me.
Diabla: I was embarrassed, furious, and my desire to crush you had never been higher. Not only did you manage to make me spill milk first, it was on front of MY cutie patootie! As your legs weakened, I managed to twist myself into a more comfortable position, and my fingers went deeper and rougher. I propped myself up on my knees, my fingers practically clawing at your inside at this point. I stood up on my feet, your legs still anchoring you to me. I raised my upper body, my fury releasing itself as raw strength and pulling you up with me. I slammed myself down, your back hitting the floor and my fingers still lodged inside. Hopefully, this would have weakened your grip enough for my to slip my trapped arm out and raise it high. My left forearm reared back and, with a roar, cut through the air between us and into your tits.
Bholdora: I could see you blushing in a mix of rage and embarrassment. I know you don't want to make yourself weaker in front of our Queen in the same way I don't. But then again our skill and strength levels are similar to each other. My legs weakened for a bit a you molested me and it helped you to get a better positioning, preserving your breasts to be squeezed but seeing some white pints dribbling from your left tit. your fingers not only curl but actually CLAWS on my inner folds making me scream and snarl in pain and some pleasure while you slowly but surely stands up and lifts me up along with you showing a great display of raw power I can really respect on you. I knew what's about to come and I suddenly pressed my chin against my chest as you slams me down, enduring my back being slammed against the firm floor preventing my head from being bashed on.But still I was in a bad spot. Your hand was still inside of my folds and I lost my grip on your arm before you reared it back on for it to slam hard on my breasts pancaking them for a moment while I scream in pain and my scissoring is undone but despite of this, I grin at you. Enjoying this trade of raw brutality a woman like you can offer. My hand squeezes firmly on your invading hand's wrists, pulling it away from my pussy while my scent starts to spread between us, showing how aroused this fight is making me feel. It's not necessarily a sexual driven lust, but a FIGHT driven lust, so intense and deep it affects me sexually. And this lust gives me the strength to keep going, wanting to place my feet on your waist and give you a harsh shove wanting to get some space as I stand up, glaring at you and breathing hotly, keeping that feral grin while I decided to rip out my loins and toss it away, while one of my breasts also starts to show some dribble too.
Bholdora: 
Diabla: As I focus on pressing my arm against your tits, my arm assaulting your cunt was easily removed from its position. A familiar scent enters my nose and my eyes glow with delight. I can tell you're just as stimulated as I am in our fight. Your foot digs in to my waistline and shoves me away, taking a couple steps back to build more distance between us. Two feral women stared at each other with heavy breaths and vicious smiles. After watching you tear your loincloth away, my eyes soak in the sight of your built body, and my base instincts demanded me to follow suit. With one swift pull, my shorts and thong were easily ripped from their post and tossed to the side. This was what I lived for! To battle the strong and to make them submit until they could no longer deny who their better was! The essence of a titfight was no more, but the thought of one must have been lodged in my subconscious. I raised my hands and slapped my chest, challenging you to what this contest was originally about, even if I didn't quite remember at this time. I lowered my stance as I awaited your acceptance of the invitation, a low growl of excitement reverberating from my throat.
Diabla: 
Bholdora: It's good to see when someone follows suits your gestures, specially during a fight as a way to show some kind of respect to each other even when it's subconsciously. I see how your eyes shines as I stand fully nude to you, displaying my sweaty body and my breasts bruised by your vicious attacks just as I equally savor at the sight of you following me suit, ripping your jeans shorts and thongs with some easiness, savoring the raw might and strength your body emanates as I take special attention to your breasts, just as bruised and with some tints of white just as mine's. Breasts that you slaps loudly with your strong hands challenging me to what this fight was supposed to be since the beginning. I snarl between deep breathes my savage smile widening, nodding at you as I start to strut towards you slowly with my hands lowered before I roar DASHING towards you wanting to slam my breasts against yours, wrap my arms around your body, the heat of my mound caressing yours, glaring in raw and primal determination and even lust as I pump my arms around your upper back wanting to squish our breasts together!!
Diabla: Seeing you nod raises my excitement to new levels! The air around me almost seems to shimmer as I crouch into a lunging stance. I kick off the ground and seem to almost glide through the air. Our roars combine into a symphony of unfiltered lust for battle and our bodies combine into a battle for milk-filled conquest. Our heavy breaths mix with the air around us and our snarls put beasts to shame. Our breasts collide, slide, and seem to deride each other. As your arms pump my upper back, my arms pump your lower spine, threatening to fold you in half so I could crush your tits with mine soon after. My nipples began to harden, pressing into yours, as we squeezed our bodies together, trying to force the each other to lactate.
Bholdora: Sweat spreads from our bodies as we splash against each other, trading wild glares and snarls of lust for conquest and domination while we hugs each other intently, squeezing so hard any human being would be split in half easily with our strength.... In which isn't our case at all. My breasts not only presses against yours but I use my torso to make them cross smack against yours back and forth, bash your jugs form the underside, even backing off to slam them harder against your rack, as our hardened nipples wages a war of their own as we hug. Your hug, while just as strong as mine, tries to weaken me up as you starts to crush my spine with those strong arms making me double backwards giving you more leverage to press your assault on me but slowly my hands slides around your neck pressing against your chin, in a reverse nelson hold as I force your head backwards wanting to guide your whole body back if not down!
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Mmmmmm~ milk each other good ladies!
Diabla: A sound close to the cracking of a whip resounded each time our tits collided. We twisted our torsos in opposite directions only to swing our tits with more force at each other. Left and right, up and down, forward and back. Our nipples dug into flesh and contested each other, neither one willing to give way. As my hug forces you to bend back, my heavy breasts begin to press down on yours. The advantage doesn't last long as you recede your hug and begin to press my chin up and back. I slowly begin to tilt backwards, but before I'm too far gone, I release my hold and force your arms apart. My hands trace your forearms until they lock fingers with you. I hold your arms outstretched, slowly trying to move the above your head in a test of strength, and press my chest forward. The sweat and milk smears all over our chest as we continue to bump and rub our cleavage.
Bholdora: I keep growling at you as we trade more strikes with our breasts while we squeezes the hell of each other. But after trying to force your neck backwards painfully you give ups from your hug and you force my muscular arms away from you, tracing on my biceps and forearms until our hands gathers and you force our arms above our heads going for a test of strength. Once again our breasts presses against each other forcing more milk to come out from our nipples while we bump and grinds them together growling as my muscles ripples as I stand on my ground until I decided to try to swing them around and down suddenly, roaring at you, face to face, as I try to force yoru wrists backwards and I flexes my legs, wanting to push you hard and slam your back against the wall squishing my breasts against yours as I try to pin you there. snarling as I swing my breasts up to uppercut your heavier and sore jugs!
Anastasia_the_Dominant: Gawd I'm gonna have a lot to drink
Diabla: Our stalemate continues for quite a bit of time. The push and pull of our bodies are like a never ending game of tug of war. Our chests begin to drip with milk, our rubbing smearing the white liquids all over our chests and even splashing our arms and chin. You take the initiative to break the draw, your wrists lose a bit of ground as you put more force into your legs. I feel myself slowly being pushed back, picking up speed, until my back eventually hits the wall. Your breasts press into mine, getting more leverage as my back muscles become constrained by the solid foundation it was trapped against. I grit my teeth and conserve my strength as best as I could, slackening my wrists and rotating my waist instead of pushing with it against your tits. I see my chance to strike when you try to swing your breasts up. I quickly slide to the side as you pull back slightly and, as your mounds start to swing up, I just barely manage to slip fully to your side. I yank my hands out of your grasp and I slam an arm into your back. As the arm pushes you towards the wall, I bury my shoulder into your back, trying to flatten your tits against the wall with my body weight.
Bholdora: We keep smearing each other's breasts with our milk as we dribbles more of it during our struggle and when you started the strength contest, instead of wasting energy trying to push you with raw force I tried to "cheat" my way in as I forced your wrists backwards, allowing me to push you hard and press you against the wall with a loud smacking sound of your wet back against it. I growl at your snarling face, wanting to assert my dominance over you before I tried to use my chest to attack yours rougher but you took the opportunity to slide to my side, breaking free from my hold and slam your arm against my back, grunting as my front is slammed and pressed against the wall squishing more my breasts against it. "Hnnnnnngh...!" I snarl feeling the pain on my jugs as your body presses harder against me,squishing them further. I try to reverse the situation, snarling as try to move my hands behind me and trying to get a firm hold on your head, more precisely on your hair, holding them firmly, before I place my knee against the wall, trying to get enough grip with the chest of my foot against it and suddenly push myself against you, trying to drive my whole weight against you and with luck, drive you down on your back in the ground with my strong back splashing hard on your larger rack.
Diabla: A laugh escapes my lips as I hear you snarling in pain as your tits paint the wall white. The sight of milk trailing down the wall as I squeeze your tits against it was one that I wasn't going to forget any time soon. My gleeful moment is interrupted as your hands reach behind you and begin to tug on my hair. "Let go!" I hiss into your ear. Soon enough, I begin to feel you press into me, your legs pushing you away from the wall. I try to push back, but your feet has more grip than mine, and I begin to slide. My foot slips on a small splash of milk and groan as your back slams against my chest, coloring your firm back white. My hands reach around you and slam on to your tits before I begin to squeeze and twist your nipples, hoping to turn your tits into a pair of fountains while I control your back.
Bholdora: I hear your laughs next to my ear when you press my chest against the azure walls of the Queen's private chamber, much for our Queen's delight as my milk trails down in the wall but I'm not done yet.... The scent of my damp pussy, aroused with all this intense fighting, becomes even more evident and maybe this could even reach Ana's nose. As I struggle between the wall and you, I growl and tries to push myself off the wall but yor hissing, right on my ear... Gave me even more strength and will to fight harder against you and i finally slam my back against your chest, helped with the puddle of milk you slipped. I can feel your breasts leaking more against my back as I slam down on your body but suddenly you slap hard on my rack and squeeze my breasts harder and roughly "RAAAARRRG...! RRRRRRRGHHH!!!" as more milk is forced from by breasts. I squirm and try to bash my back harder on your chest, reaching my hands around your fingers, not being shy away in make some small joint manipulation to force your kneading hands off me and if it work, I will try to flip my body around and lay down on you, snarling at you as I grab your right breast and squeeze firmly around its aureola latching my mouth against it and sucking it hard while my other fist starts to bash on your left tit. All while my pubes presses and grinds against your slick folds, hoping this could make you finally burst under me!
Diabla: I manage to hold you against me, dampening your attempts to continue to slam against me with your back. "AAAARRRGGHH!" Your soft pillows slowly disappear from my sense of touch as your hands grip my fingers and begin to bend them backwards. I release my grip and pull my hands away, managing to slip them out of your grasp. My loosened hold allows you to flip around on top of me. I let out a small moan as you grip my right tit while your mouth sucks on it. Your other hand sinks a fist into my breasts, spraying milk around it. All the while your groin makes contact with mine, stimulating my sex. But I'm not a defenseless maiden. My hands ball into fists and slam the side of your breasts and begin to grind into them while squeezing them together. I lift my thigh and press it between your legs causing you to rub your clit against it with each movement you make with your hips. I buck my hips, slamming it against yours and causing you to rub your pussy along length of my thigh, leaving a trail of your wet juices on it.
Bholdora: I won't lie to feel my breast handled roughly by a woman who know what they want is a good sensation specially in a fight so intense and rough like that forcing me to overcome your roughness. However, I managed to fight back and assaulted you while your fists bashes and squeezes on my side boob smacking my tits to spurt more milk on your amzonian strong body. And also I feel my clit being grinded up and down smearing your strong thigh with my orcish juices, making me groan in a mix of pain and pleasure, the mix our beloved Queen is very intimate with. But I'm not go going to lose myself in pleasure as your thigh presses on my clit, no. I won't be power bottomed. And this is where I take moment on your total focus to bash and squeeze my breasts and stimulate my clit to suddenly push up and pounce over you, straddling right on your chest, grabbing your hair again, pulling your face against my damp pubes RAPING your nostrils with my pheromone filled womanly orcish scent, wondering if you will succumb to it. And the rougher part of it? My hard and firm ass bounces and presses HARD on your huge breasts, knowing they will erupt soon enough just as mine but I want to make sure your orbs becomes a living fountain of milk first!!
Diabla: To see you squirm and your breasts squirt fills me with an unbridled joy. Alas, all good things must come to an end. "HRRMPH!" Your cunt violates my nose and your scent fills my airways. I could practically taste it! My hands pull at your thighs, but already turned on by my previously dominant display, my mind clouds and I'm momentarily lost in a lusty haze. My struggle weakens slightly as you hold my face between your legs by my hair. The haze is soon broken as your large and solid ass slams down on my breasts. Once, twice, three times! My breasts seem to mold to your ass cheeks and, by the third bounce, begin to spray milk with each impact. My arms grip your lower legs and I quickly push my upper body forward while pulling your legs behind me. I try to fold your legs over, shoving your mounds into your face with my hands, until your knees are reaching your shoulder. My fingers dig into your green skin, pressuring your milk glands, and try to practically drown you with your own milk!
Bholdora: I make sure to press and grind my damp pubes against your face, knowing it could cloud your mind and reason making you unusually submissive. But when I start to ram my firm ass on your breasts, after making let go long threadof milk, you get back to your senses and fights back! In a blink you grab my lower leg, push yourself up pulling my legs and soon I'm under you in a rather dominant matchbox pin folding my legs against my folds painfully. Despite my situation, as you resume using those strong hands on my breasts, squeezing them hard, and sending more milk, my own milk, on my face, I don't try to escape from your hold and soon my own hands grabs at your jugs, squeezing and pulling them down, as if i was milking a cow, wanting to make you squirt more of your milk even if I get a nice bath of it. All of this while I glare at you with joyful rage, snarling loudly at you but with the most pure and intense savage grin you ever saw while I try to push you off me and get on our knees still squeezing and mauling each other's breasts in this glorious and rough lewd battle.
Diabla: Your hands squeeze and tug at my tits, eliciting deep snarls and low growls. Our eyes meet and transmit our joy of trying to turn the other into nothing more than cow. I feel you struggling to push against me, and eager for a more equal fight, I tighten my grip on your tits and lean back, pulling you to your knees. In the middle of the room are two savages kneeling, a puddle of milk beneath them, and their hands kneading and crushing their opponents milk tanks. While one hand twists your chest, the other hand pounds. Sometimes I throw my chest forward, up, down, left, right. Attacking with my own mountains at any angle I can. On occasion, my breasts envelop one of yours, and a quick squeeze of my arms, pinches them together.
Bholdora: At this moment our breasts are purple with the intense mauling we're giving to each other and indeed we're making a wild milkshake as our milks mixes with each other. As we get on our knees, we start a fair and honest tit bashing, as we squeezes, pull, punch and twist our rival's breasts, spurting more of our milk against each other.... In a given moment, you trap one of my breasts between yours and you pinch it making me groan and hiss as more milk is extracted from me and I quickly fight back as I slide my jug out from your trap and I snarl as I close my hand into fists and I firmly bash a double punch slamming and pinching your most sore mammary hoping this will make you finally burst for me as we're about to reach the end of this fight judging how sore we are at this moment.
Diabla: A guttural growl escapes me as your fists slam into my sore tits, and milk jets out as the channels within get pinched. I raise my arms between yours and knock them to the side. My forehead knocks against yours and I shove you to backwards with my shoulders. As we tumble to the floor, I pull my torso back and slip my elbows between. As we collide on the floor, my elbows slam on to your purplish-green mountains and dig into your chest, the weight and force of my body behind it. Neither side was willing to give, and it was practically impossible to tell if which one was head. Fists crashed, tits mashed, and milk splashed. The culmination of all the abuse our chests suffered lead up to this very moment.
Bholdora: I get bathed one more time by your milk before you fight back, sliding your strong arm between mine, spreading them apart before you slam your forehead against me, stunning me briefly before you push me down in the floor again while you drop over me... spiking those elbow down on my sore breasts spurting more milk against you! This was ust as rough as the but slamming I gave you earlier and my expression was in a mix of pain and intense joy as not only this fight is brutal and intense as it finally makes me reach my peak... I let go a long primal howling snarl as I wrap my arms around your torso, squeezing you tightly, rolling you in the ground before I pull yourself up to your knees again, while I sit down on your thighs, pressing my damp pussy against your body, grinding against you as this whole fight finally made me cum hard, crushing your body with the raw strength of my arms during my climax as I presses our breasts together brutally and during this moment it will be decided who will burst first, you... me... or both.
Bholdora: [coin toss: if me and Diabla get two heads, Bhold wins. if me and Diabla get two tails, Diabla wins. if we get one tail and one head, it'll be a draw]
Bholdora: !coin
Flip the coin.... heads!
Flip the coin.... heads!
Diabla: !coin
Flip the coin.... tails!
Flip the coin.... tails!
Diabla: I feel your arms wrap around me, threatening to crush my ribs. A sudden tug from you has us rolling along the ground until you manage to pull me up to a kneeling position, you sitting atop me. As your hips grind against me, I begin to buck mine, pressing the edge of my clit against your damp sex. Your stench coats my body, and the thrill of the fight courses through my veins. I can feel my body explode with euphoria, nearly pushing out the pain, as I climax against you. My arms wrap around you and begin to squeeze, our strength combining for this final moment. Our mammaries pressure each other until an explosion of milky liquid escapes from between us, a puddle of white quickly forming underneath.
Bholdora: We hug each other in a mix of raw determination, rage and desire as we presses our breasts and crotches against each other, trading wild glares and heavy breathes and groans of pleasure and pain as we please and fight ourselves t the bitter end until our breasts finally gives in and we end up bursting intense amount of milk between ourselves at the same time I find my release during our struggle and I cum just as hard, howling loud as we get both coated in milk and cum much for our Queen delight. And we keep wrapped in this intimate and rough embrace lost in deep lust wile I hungrily look at you and seal our mouths together in an intense and rough french kissing.
Anastasia_the_Dominant: *The howl is a primal thing from Bholdora with Diabla remaining silent, but the expressions on both faces are a mutual pleasure at feeling that orgasm rock each other. Your lips lock with each other as the sweetest creams gush between your thick busts. And my first instinct is run up close to kneel down and lick between your bodies, trying to taste the sweaty milk from between your stomachs and placing my hands on your backs as you two French kiss above me~*
Diabla: Our titfight comes to an end with no winner. I interrupt our kiss with a soft gasp as I feel Ana's tongue brush against my skin. Seeing her eager for milk, I place my hand against the back of her head and begin to guide her up and over to between our tits, where the milk flows and pools like a small lake. As the pleasures of violence and contest die down, a new pleasure takes its place. The euphoria of sharing my body with my cutie patootie. And with an opponent who could hold their own against me. A hard fought victory has become a hard fought draw. Who's to say it won't be a hard fought defeat in the future? Only time will tell. For now, I focus my eyes on the thirsting, as they call, "queen" and enjoy a dear blue friend's and a precious green rival's eager soft touches.
Bholdora: The overwhelming sensation of my climax starts to die down and when i start to relax, i feel Queen Ana pushing her head between our hard abs and licking my body wanting to savor my milk mixed with yours before she gives her attention to your abs as well while she embraces us gently. As you guides Ana to our chests, I also point my still leaking breast to her mouth so she can savor more of our milks shake while I look at you and Ana with a satisfied smile. Had a rough fight with an worthy opponent, made my Queen happy, and it seems something more intimate is going to happen at this point but what really happened inside the Queen's private chamber room is another story.
Published: 2 days ago, viewed 39 times.
Alicia Warlock
1 days agoY'know? Throwing coins to pick a winner in such a close matchup is quite smort actually!
Hot action beefcakes! Diabla's no surprise, Bholdora's a badass for not only keeping up with such a woman, but also proving herself an equal!
And lastly...Ana...I envy you as much as I envy those battered tits!
Noice job <3
Bholdora
1 days ago(In reply to this)
Hehe not the first time I flip coins or roll the dice to define a close match. And won't be the last. :3
I'm happy you enjoyed this match as much as we did ^_^