Overlord's Harem Part 2: Baruun the Orc

Another part to the Patreon-picked story; when "lord" William finds more trouble in his little piece of territory when the orcs view him as their chief and one of their warriors seeks a specific ritual that must be done by him.

Nitka made for a very pleasant houseguest. The little kobold took up one of the guest bedrooms (where I carefully made sure the previous tenant's booby traps were disabled). It was apparently roomier and cozier than anything she'd ever been in, to a point where she was too excited to sleep during her first night in the castle. I sent a runner to find her some finer clothes (the dwarves knew some traders who would deal with us), since the few laying around were far beyond her size. She did her duties quite eagerly, carrying messages and interpreting for her kind and tending to my needs when there was nothing to be done. I spend the next few evenings with her moaning as she rode my hardon, her soft bottom and curling tail slapping against my hips.

Then some idiot tried to sneak into my land from the Western border. A few days after I'd met Nitka, some treasure-hunting party came poking around after the rumor that my predecessor was dead, or the gold traded by my dwarven subjects, or some shit like that. Who knows? They're dead now. They thought they were sneaky by moving around a flank, with most of the orc tribe at the more obvious entrance of the Southern pass. It's more obvious from up in the tower that orcs spread themselves out, creating several smaller villages to prevent that very thing. Marcus came clanking back into the throne room to report their victory.

"LORD WILLIAM! THE ORC SAVAGES HAVE SLAIN ANOTHER PARTY OF ADVENTURERS! SOME WERE WOUNDED, BUT NONE KILLED!"

"I see. The adventurers?"

"OH NO, MY LORD! THE ADVENTURERS ARE VERY DEAD! ONLY THE BARBARIC ORCS HAD WOUNDED!"

"Ah. Good. Marcus, could you stop calling them savages, please?"

"WHY WOULD THAT BE, M'LORD?"

"One followed you home." Marcus' skull spins all the way around on his spine with a rusty old creak. There was a scarred orc woman behind him, somewhere in her adulthood but the exact age unclear. She has her arms folded, which are as thick as hams and swollen with muscles. Her skin is a muddy shade of green, dark like swamp algae and dotted with scars and tattoos that tended to accumulate on the adults. Two large handaxes are on her hips, and a long, jagged, curving sword across her back. Most of her clothing is assorted bits of metal and leather straps, as if orcs had a scarcity of metal and fabric but an abundance of belts. A skull of some beast is mounted like a belt buckle at the peak of a loose loincloth, centered between broad hips and two thighs that could break open a barrel. Two studded, scratched up pieces of metal were strapped tightly to the front of her full bosom, clearly to protect her heart more than any pretense of comfort. She had full lips that bore thick, sharp tusks when they moved in the right direction. Three gold studs were punched into one of her short but pointed ears, and one more in her slightly raised but stubby nose. The mountain of a woman is topped off by shaggy, coal-black hair tied back in a ponytail, and signs of the rest of her hair being shaved off at the sides.

Marcus' reversed skull nods backwards. "YES, LORD WILLIAM! SHE SAID HAD BUSINESS!"

I sigh and gesture him away. "Thank you, Marcus. Your loyalty is only outdone by your stupidity. Go see that the wounded have what they need." Marcus' skull twisted back into place before he saluted and stomped off again.

"They'll refuse," the orcess finally responds in a soft but rough voice. "They will never show weakness to the walking bone."

I raise my eyebrows at her, the hood down again today. "Is that what they call him? I kind of like it."

"It's not a compliment," she grunts.

"Oh, I didn't think it was." We share a smile, even if hers it a lot more lethal-looking than mine. "So what's your business? I don't want to waste your time, and you definitely don't want to waste mine."

She raises a fist, then thumps it twice on her breast. It's a kind of salute they do, but I don't know if the chesty orc knows how much that bounces her tits around. Then again, if I were leading the orcs (which, you know, I am), I'd try to encourage that kind of behavior too.

"Baruun the slayer, chief," she introduces in her smoky voice. I really do lose track of all my titles sometimes, but I'd apparently earned the title when the local chief challenged me for authority over the land. He was ashes before he'd properly raised his sword. "I must ask for my tarra midur."

I hesitate as she looks at me expectantly. "Baruun... I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm not an orc..."

"You are, chief," she cut off. Bold, but polite for orcs.

"I am?" I ask expectantly.

"You hold the rank of leadership. Orcs are not made by blood but by deeds and rites," she goes on. "Even our newborns are not true orcs until they have been properly initiated."

"Interesting." I'll remember to add it to my resume, but decide quipping right now isn't going to get me anywhere. "Well my point is, I was not raised by orcs. I am not sure what a midur is."

"Tarra midur," she corrects me again. Much more vocal than Nitka. "The war brand that marks my fifty avenging deaths for the clan. It must be granted by the chief himself."

Ah. So their body mutilation rituals. No one's quite sure which land or god created the orcs, but they are clearly invested in fighting and pain as a part of their overall culture. I wave a hand, floating a quill and scrap of paper in front of her. "Shouldn't be a problem. Can you draw it out for me? I can have you in and out in no time."

Baruun seems puzzled by the display of magic, but she does as I ask. She ends up handing me the page with a few thick lines that seemed to slash through a rectangle. Easy enough. "And where does this go? Just wherever I can find the space?"

"By my vaoul, my chief." She catched onto my blank stare quicker this time and raises her big, booted foot onto the arm of my throne, lifting her loincloth. There's a pair of small scars, wave-like lines just beside her green and pink womanhood. Its placement near my chest lets me smell the aroma of fresh sweat and the outdoors radiating off of her thick, slightly opened labia and defined abs.

"I see... very clearly. And will a mark do? Like a tatoo?" I could easily just give her a stamp of the pattern with a few seconds of magic. She shakes her head.

"Only scar. By the chief's hand."

I guess asking Marcus to do it with a branding iron is out of the question, but the proposition is interesting. At least she's showing some loyalty. I had to blast a few orcs who voiced a challenge the first few months I was in charge, so the respect was a welcome change.

"Very well. Not as quick as I'd hoped, but let's get you comfortable." I escort her a short way to one of the open guest rooms. I can only assume the last owner was the mad type that welcomed adventurers to stay the night and sent in magic, assassins, gas in the vents, and that sort of thing, because he has a lot of empty rooms. I have her lay on the bed and strip down, wearing nothing but her various studs and piercings. I find one more in a thick gold one ending in a dull hook that's pierced through one of her dark green nipples. She spreads her legs as I pull a seat in front of her, rubbing my fingers together a moment until they warm up. I focus the heat into a red glow and start to carefully trace my finger along her thick flesh. The skin itself is soft, but even her inner thighs hold more muscle pushing back at me than I have anywhere on my body.

She hisses softly as her flesh sizzled, but I smell her musky pussy more than anything else. It’s slow going to get anything deep enough since her skin is thicker and tougher than I expected.I feel her twitch and wince now and then; better than I would deal with it, but clearly not something comfortable. She has his stern but vulnerable expression on her thick features that makes me offer her a little distraction, at least.

"So fifty kills for my clan? That must be a lot."

"It took time. And many battles," Baruun seems to agree. "I forced my way to the front lines to throw myself into my enemies."

"I see. And what did you atone for with these kills?" She hesitates. "You say it was to avenge someone. What happened to them."

Her hand reaches down and rubs her leg muscle a few inches from where I'm working. Her thick, short fingernails rub over the wavy lines I saw first. "Husband. And child. I was not there to protect them from an attack."

"Can't be helped," I try to assure her. "All the strength in the world won't help if you're not where you need to be, and nobody will tell you where that is."

Her brawny body lifts and droops slightly as she breathes a deep sigh. "I need to be there for my clan," she insists, but it sounds like it might have helped a bit. "With these kills, I have proven myself worthy of forgiveness. I am a proper woman again."

"Really? With no dishonor intended, you looked like quite the woman before I heard about any of this."

"The waves, they show my unreliability."

"Sounds a bit harsh to do that to you."

"I asked for them. Even with my redemption, I don't know if a mate will have me again."

I pause to cool down my fingers a little and let her have a moment's rest. "How long did you say you had these?"

"Twenty moons. Two winters," she explained.

"And you're telling me that this brand left you un-matable for two years?" She bites her lip, which makes me wince just from seeing it with those sharp teeth, but she nods. "Poor thing."

"I was unworthy," she insists, but I rub a hand over her crotch. She gasps as I feel her warm, slightly loose pussy lips, brushing them gently with my fingertips. Her various muscles tense and twitch anxiously, but she stays perfectly still.

"I wouldn't think so. You seem loyal and honorable. I could stand to see more orcs like you, Baruun."

"You honor me, chief," she says, but it comes out in a quick, held breath rather than the firm and polite tone she probably intended.

"My pleasure," I assure her. I rub my fingers to indicate I'm ready to move on, but I keep my other hand gently rubbing over her privates. Her breathing grows more deep and intense, and she never protests or whines. If anything, she spreads her legs wider as if to invite me in. It makes her lips part a bit further as her thick leg muscles slightly pull at the surrounding flesh. For all the magic I have, seeing her so willingly vulnerable and submissive makes me stop to readjust my branding finger. It feels like petting a tiger and realizing that it purrs.

I spread her lips with my fingertips and see her big round breasts puff up higher and larger as she breathes deeper. I venture inside with two fingers, and a harsh, husky grunt comes from her a moment later. I hesitate, but she whispers back "Keep going." She's a bit larger inside than I expected from a human, and exceedingly warm. Thick, wet juices offset the heat, and given how thick her hide is, it's hard to think the fire in my fingertips is to blame. Then again, when I lift my fingers from one of the slash marks, she gives this intense, labored breathing that I can't help but consider sexual. It's as if she gains as much arousal from the brand as the fingering, or that they're part of the same act to her: all a part of reclaiming and celebrating her sexuality.

By the time I'm done with the brand, Baruun is sweating and giving off this sort of grateful, labored breathing, as if she proudly just finished running a marathon (she was certainly built like she could, anyway). I snap my fingers to dismiss the heat, meeting her eyes from beyond her mountainous breasts. "You did very well, Baruun," I praise her gently, resting a thumb just next to her singed flesh as a reminder while my fingers still pump rhythmically inside of her. "Very strong, and very brave."

"Thank you, chief," she pants, a hand brushing over her breast before she pulls it back with a guilty expression on her face.

"You're proud of your deeds," I point out to her. "That's good, isn't it?"

"Our tasks are for the tribe," she says, eyes fluttering as I keep teasing her clit. It's hard enough that I could take her pulse on it if I wanted to. "Not for ourselves."

"Well it pleases your chief to see you enjoy yourself," I state calmly, easing my fingers out of her as I admire her powerful but feminine frame. I sit up to remove my robe and slide down my pants, mounting the bigger woman. "And you serve your chief so dutifully, I think you deserve some reward."

Her eyes light up as I slide inside of her. She's looser than expected, as I mentioned, but it's easy to maneuver inside her and rub directly against her clit. Her body vibrates under me with her deep groan. I find her a bit too tall to kiss easily; I hold it deep enough inside her to kiss her full lips, but more often I have to settle for groping and sucking on her big pierced tits. Her swollen nipples are delightfully sensitive, apparently the orcish toughness not universal when it comes to their sex organs. She has this look of her mind being blown when I pinch and pull on her jugs and the piercing golden hook, the dense orbs stretching out just slightly from the pressure put on her tender tips. It makes her grip my arms in her calloused hands, forcing me to hold her this way as she humps harder back against me. My entire body bounces from her thrusts, a lazy wizard not exactly built to mate with a 200+ pound she-orc.

"Seed me, chief," she huffs in a low, husky voice. "Give me strong heirs. Strong sons and mighty daughters all..."

"Earn it," I mutter to her, not so much a power play as it seems to be what she wants to hear. She's craving a strong mate after her years of abstinence, and I move to match her thrusts as she grunts and flexes like she's working every muscle in her body to fuck me harder. I'm balls deep into the big woman when she feels me cum, my fingers digging into her breasts a bit harder. My moan comes right before her high-pitched wail and a gush of her own juices, mixing with mine as she floods her inner walls. She moves like she's in an earthquake, and my arms ache from how hard she squeezes them. That's quickly replaced by an overall crushing sensation as she grabs my back and pulls me into a bearhug, forcing me to keep my dick inside her and my face buried between her breasts like two firm, sweaty pillows.

It's either another testament to orc stamina, or just two years of buildup, but it feels like she orgasms for most of an entire minute. I remember hearing from a drunk farmer that pig orgasms last for half an hour, and the comparison has been made between the beasts and orcs before. I don't quite have the brain cells in order to make the comparison at the time, but she cools down eventually as her thick fingers run through my hair.

"Oh how I missed that," she coos in her chest-rumbling voice, hearing each word vibrate out from behind her breasts.

"Glad to help," I pant, not minding the mild aches and bruising I received in the process. I give some light kisses against her breasts in the afterglow, just beneath some tribal tattoo that followed the curve of her mammary. "Something you'd consider doing again?"

"As my chief commands," Baruun vows dutifully, even while my manhood is stewing in her cum.

"Not because I command it. Do you enjoy it?" This seems to surprise her, but she nods after a second's thought. "Good. Because so did I, and I have a proposition for you."

Baruun moving in is a bit more of a to-do than Nitka was. She has a lot more weapons, trophies (mostly teeth and horns of things), animal skins, and other possessions to bring into the tower. I let her keep the room where we slept together, and she vowed on her life to act as my resident representative to the orcs. When I introduced her to Nitka, Baruun scoffed and dismissed her. Clearly not a threat to her or her mate, I guess.

"You've taken another mate?" Nitka asked me with a puzzled look.

"Something like that. Is that a problem?" I could get another if I had to, but I didn't want Nitka taking a job that would make her upset.

The kobold just shook her cute little head. "No. I'm just surprised you didn't have several wives already." She trots off as I piece together that kobolds are polygamist, and Baruun doesn't seem to care as long as she serves her chief. Good to know.

Friends Sexfight Tournament: Stephanie vs Rebecca

start of a series of stories involving a sexfight tournament. It involved the ladies from the various "friends sexfight" stories that have come up here and there. Not required reading, but it's that sort: rough and dirty but genuinely sexual fighting between good sports.

The girls had been expanding their sexfight league more and more lately as they kept dishing out more challenges. They grew more invested as the popularity grew, and formed a crude ranking as they compared wins and losses. A few of the more successful fighters met up for lunch to discuss the future, and when talk of a whether or not they had a champion or not came up, they proposed their big tournament to decide. They figured the eight best to set up into the brackets and then sent out an open invitation for their club to attend the small Miami beach resort where they'd be holding their big event.

With almost every member attending, there were several dozen girls spread out through the hotel rooms. They were all excitement as participants and audience alike settled in to watch the first fight. They were all given a website to watch, since this one would be in too small quarters to allow a big audience. Rebecca and Stephanie would be taking the honor of having the first sexfight, being worked up to a near orgasm by their referee before being let loose to fuck each other into submission in one of the rooms' bathrooms.

The room itself was large and clean, with a glass-lined shower big enough to easily fit both of the sexy combatants.  A fuzzy carpet covered the middle of the tile floor, the sink cleared off from anything to avoid anyone actually getting hurt. Roxanne (a short, dark-skinned girl with bikini bottoms and a tight referee-striped shirt) went to each of the girls' rooms, where they left together in bathrobes to the neutral bathroom before the stripped down. Roxy would be judging the match, the girl only having one match so far but a big fan of the whole operation.

Rebecca was 5'6" and pale, clearly the most extreme of the group with her punky look. She had long hair that was dyed a toxic-looking green, and roughly half of the flesh not covered by her swimsuit was instead covered in tattoos. She had opted for a one piece bathing suit, but it was made more revealing by several long lines through it as if it had been torn by some attacking animal.

Stephanie was on the other side of the bathroom, the curvy redhead bearing a slightly more generous figure but the same height as her opponent. She had a vaguely hourglass figure, with wide hips that filled out her bikini nicely. The swimsuit itself was a red and black piece that showed an alternating diamond pattern on either side, drawing attention to her considerable assets.

Roxy set up the portable webcam high on the mirror where the girls wouldn't bump into it easily. The rest of the girls received the feed, mostly on their laptops while a few of them had gathered together in one or two of the rooms to drink and watch in a group. Roxy gave a short wave to the camera to make sure it worked, hearing the distant cheers of the rowdy girls down the hall. She shut and locked the bathroom door and motioned Rebecca over to her. The green-haired goth stepped in front of the ref, arms relaxed at her sides and legs spread apart to leave herself perfectly open to the "official's" hands.

Roxy ran her hands along the pale girl's skin, almost as if she were searching her for foreign objects. As her hands went lower, it was clear that she was doing much more than just that to Rebecca. Roxy fingers slid down Rebecca's tattooed thighs before dipping under the bottom of her one piece, letting one of her hands cup and massage the outside of the green-haired girl's pussy. Rebecca took a deep, steadying breath but stared ahead at the mirror, even as Roxy started to kiss and nuzzle against her breasts. Her nipples started to harden, enough that their outlines could soon be seen through her swimsuit.

Rebecca kept her expression level for the most part, but anyone watching closely could see her arousal building rather quickly. Her breathing picked up its pace, lifting and lowering her breasts as she went on with the passive acceptance of Roxy's attention.

Roxy soon accelerated the process, kneeling down in front of her and pulling aside the crotch of Rebecca's bathing suit. Roxy pressed her face in between the tattooed thighs and started noisily licking. Rebecca's eyes fluttered a bit as she gasped softly, her body tensing in response to the more intense and invasive inspection. Roxy reached above her head to grope both of the competitor's breasts, squeezing them just firmly enough to startle Rebecca into gasping again. It wasn't until her nipples were rock hard and her breathing a bit shaky that Roxanne relented with her seductive touch.

"She's ready," Roxanne reported, wiping her damp lips off before flashing a wink at the camera. "Next."

Stephanie stepped up and switched places with Rebecca, Roxy promptly getting to work. Roxy wanted to be finished with her while Rebecca was still warmed up, wanting to pit the girls against each other when they were both almost ready to burst. With the first orgasm early in the match, the girls were expecting it to get rough and desperate very quickly.

Fortunately, Steph had already been turned on by watching her handle Rebecca. Roxy lifted up her bikini top, flashing her breasts for their private audience before the brunette started sucking on her already stiffening nipples. She alternated kissing and fondling between her breasts before sliding her hand down Stephanie's stomach. The redhead moaned softly as she felt Roxy's dark fingers slide inside her, pumping slowly in and out of her already damp entrance. Stephanie's legs spread and as Roxy's mouth moved to her left breast she felt her heart racing against her lips. She gave one more stroke of her finger before popping off of her and letting Stephanie fix her bikini.

"Alright. Both girls are ready. You know the rules: break up after each orgasm, and this doesn't end until someone verbally submits. Now go get 'er, girls!"

At the word go, both girls moved briskly towards each other. The foreplay had not only made them more aroused and vulnerable to their first orgasm, but got their blood pumping and ready to take the initiative. They both ignored faintest of cheers that penetrated the walls as their neighboring girls enjoyed the show already. Stephanie ducked as she lunged her body towards Rebecca, pressing her shoulder into the green-haired girl's breasts. Her hands went to her opponent's hips, leaving Rebecca to grab at her hair and shoulders rather than any of her sweet spots.

Stephanie slid her hands under the bottom of Rebecca's swimsuit. The idea of teasing and foreplay had been eliminated, as far as she was concerned, by the pregame warmups that had the tattooed fighter ripe for the picking. Her fingers felt around for a good grip on Rebecca's opening, but the Becky grabbed her hair and forced her to look up into an aggressive embrace. Steph moaned as Rebecca kissed her roughly, groping one of her breasts and distracting the redhead from her handiwork.

Stephanie tried to push her back and regroup, but their intimate embrace was too deep to escape that easily. By the time she was truly returning the kiss, Rebecca had pulled her fingers away from her pussy and pressed herself more aggressively into her sexual foe. Stephanie was left on the defensive and was bullied back by Rebecca's breasts until she felt her ass hit the counter that made up the bathroom sink.

Steph gave a brief moan as the impact jarred her thick hips in a way that made her pussy twitch and tingle. It was easy for Rebecca to grab her hair and wrist to turn her around, forcing the redhead to bend over the counter. Her sensitive breasts were pushed down against the ceramics, leaving Stephanie facing the mirror as she was forced to watch her green-haired rival proceed to have her way with her. With Stephanie facing the wrong direction, Rebecca had to apply much less effort to keeping her pinned down. Steph tried to push and thrash as Rebecca took hold of her, wrapping one arm under hers to trap it in place while her other hand pulled down Stephanie's bottoms.

The green-haired sexfighter attacked by focusing on Stephanie's crotch and neck. Rebecca sucked on the curvy redhead's neck and throat, giving it a pleasantly numb and tingly sensation before she'd bite into the wet flesh. All the while, she'd slid her fingers under Steph's ass to stuff two fingers into her pussy. Stephanie not only moaned from arousal, but saw her horny expression as well as the hungry, predatory gaze of her molesting foe. Combined with the pre-match arousal, the redhead couldn't hold out for long. Rebecca felt her breathing pick up its pace as she fingered deeper inside Stephanie's snatch, tapping two fingers rapidly against her clit.

Steph's pussy finally clenched as her hips burst with a surrendering orgasm. She screamed hard enough to fog up the mirror in front of her, shaking badly enough for her tits to jiggle against the countertop while Rebecca held her down.

"That's a squirt! Break it up, Becky!" Roxie declared, the punky girl complying and backing away from Stephanie and the mirror. Steph took a moment to rub her aching snatch, still throbbing and dripping wet from her orgasm. She knew Rebecca had to be pent up herself, but she'd have to get close enough to take advantage of the fact. When their short ref gave them a wave to go ahead, both girls came out quick and aggressive.

Rebecca went for the redhead's snatch, still tender from her fresh orgasm. Stephanie managed to keep slapping and shoving her hand away, learning her lesson from before and going for Rebecca's top half instead. She grabbed and squeezed roughly on the green-haired competitor's tit, kissing and nibbling at her cleavage hard enough to leave little red spots on her skin in her wake. Rebecca groaned and pulled at her attacker's hair, Steph glad to see that she was horny enough to enjoy the rough treatment.

Rebecca pulled more firmly on Steph's hair, trying to force the redhead into another assertive kiss. Stephanie let her shift her focus to her lips instead of her hips so she could surprise her when she grabbed the thinner girl's legs and pulled. Rebecca landed on her back with a soft thump against the carpet, surprised by the sudden takedown. It made things easy for Stephanie to spread out Rebecca's legs and sit her butt down on the tattooed woman's crotch, starting to grind her thick hips into her.

Although Steph got a bit of excitement grinding against Rebecca's inner thigh, the green-haired girl clearly took the worst of the sexual clash. Stephanie's improvised lapdance kept her pinned and firmly rubbed over her pussy through her swimsuit, and a damp spot was clearly forming over her groin.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" Stephanie grinned down at her, confidence rising with the placement of her ass leaving her in a rather unshakable position. Her thick hips limited how much Rebecca could move her lower body, and she had a grip on one of her legs with her own arms and thighs. Rebecca grabbed and clawed at her, but she couldn't reach anything sensitive enough on Steph to do more than deliver some annoying slaps to her arms. Even that was quickly minimized when Stephanie reached down and grabbed the front of Rebecca's top, shoving her back to the ground by gripping the various slotted holes over her cleavage. Their struggles along with Stephanie's grinding quickly started to tear the thin strands of fabric, opening up more and more of the panting punk's cleavage. Her full lips parted and breathing heavily, Rebecca's hips finally bucked as they tried to join in Stephanie's pelvic rhythms to make the most of her impending orgasm.

"That's the stuff. I knew you'd love it," Stephanie purred, lifting the trapped leg of Rebecca's and starting to kiss and suckle on her toes. The bottomless top girl soon felt Rebecca quiver and give out a long groan, the bottom of her one piece rapidly soaking as if she had suddenly wet herself. Roxanne stepped up to gently urge Steph away and slid her fingers under Rebecca's suit, getting another shrill gasp from the tattooed woman.

"That's a big one! Spread out, ladies!"

Stephane fell back to her knees, catching her breath slowly while Rebecca crawled the other direction on the carpet. She tried to adjust her upper half of her swimsuit, but with the taut elastic torn, it was practically falling off of her. Meeting Stephanie's eyes, she gave a short glare before pulling at it sharply. Steph was actually a bit impressed as she tore the swimsuit down the middle, popping the last of the strands away and leaning back on her ass, stripping her swimsuit off entirely.

"I'd say I'm done playing around," Rebecca warned as she caught Steph's eye again, but grinned mischievously. "But I only just started playing."

"Good," Stephanie jabbed back, reaching back to untie her bikini top and leave herself naked as well. "I thought you were just starting to get boring." With their naked gauntlet thrown, Roxanne stepped far enough back to let them freely go after each other and waved for them to proceed once again.

The girls clashed again with a fleshy smack, ramming breast to breast into each other and grabbing for the other's hands. They locked up in a clumsy grapple, grinding their breasts into their opponent's. The hard nipples dragged across each other, sending shocking ripples of pleasure through both girls' bodies. Stephanie managed to take the upper hand enough to start bumping Rebecca back, striking out with her bare breasts and smacking her bit by bit towards the shower. She gave one last push that pressed Rebecca's ass against the sturdy glass door, sandwiching her there as Stephanie pressed her hips as well as her breasts against the tattooed rival.

Rebecca didn't take this quietly (she moaned a lot, if nothing else). She groped and spanked at Stephanie's ass, and squirmed so that her sweaty skin squeaked against the pane of glass. Steph gave soft grunts when Rebecca upped the force behind her sharp, angry spanking, making her ass jiggle and indirectly tease her pussy. She tried keeping the green-haired sexfighter trapped, wanting to use the shower door to stimulate her from both sides at once, but when Rebecca started to pull at her hair while squeezing her nails into her ass cheeks, Stephanie had to change tactics.

The redhead took Rebecca by her hair and pulled her back suddenly. The swift change of pace left her off-balance, allowing Stephanie to quickly slide the shower door open and force her inside. She let Rebecca catch herself against the far wall while Steph just slapped the shower handle, spraying the hot water over her. Rebecca gasped at the surprising contact with her skin. Stephanie went in right after her, grabbing Rebecca's relaxing thighs and going to her knees as she started aggressively kissing and sucking on her pussy.

Rebecca moaned as the two girls were quickly coated by the steamy water, briefly making her lightheaded enough to allow the slightly heavier girl to continue tasting her. She eventually overcame the tingling of her loins and took Stephanie by the hair. She pulled her out just enough to break her away from her pussy and shoved Stephanie's head between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together into a head scissor, trapping Steph facing behind her as she knelt to the floor of the shower. It bent Stephanie down to all fours, slapping and pushing at Rebecca's thighs while thrusting her ass up into the air. The neon-colored girl had easy work reaching past Stephanie's wet body and fingering her from behind.

"Come on. Gimme another. Let it alllll out, you gushing slut," Rebecca taunted, working on Stephanie's mind as well as her body. Stephanie started to pant and whine, the first orgasm on top of the Roxanne’s buildup before the fight clearly making them both horny as hell. Rebecca's other hand went underneath to pinch and pull down on Stephanie's nipple, almost as if trying to milk her. While no real milk came out, she certainly started to leak as Rebecca rubbed the warm water around inside her.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... fuuuuuck, you bitch!" Stephanie managed to stammer out, staring vacantly at the wall when she shook and squirted over the shower. Roxy started to lean into the shower to check for the orgasm, but Rebecca confidently stepped away, licking her fingers sexily for the unseen audience before running her digits beneath the showerhead to wash them clean. With the break happening already, Roxy didn't bother getting wet and waited outside as Stephanie helped herself back up, leaning heavily on the wall. She breathed heavily and wiped some of the water from her hair, clearly feeling it after two orgasms and the moist, muggy air filling the shower.

Rebecca was quick to come after her again, and Steph found herself too sluggish from the afterglow of their last encounter to stop her. A tattooed arm went around Stephanie's neck and turned her around, mashing the redhead's breasts into the shockingly cool surface of the shower. It jolted Steph back to life, but also stiffened her nipples to almost painful levels. Rebecca reached around to cup her crotch, rubbing at it and preventing Steph from pressing it against the walls and keep her away from it.

"Gotcha, princess," Rebecca purred in her ear, biting firmly on Stephanie's earlobe. The redhead gasped sharply and her hips bucked on their own. At this point, the already thin line she had between pain and pleasure was ridiculous. It sent a fresh shiver down her spine and she pushed and squirmed against the wall, already a moaning mess at the touch of Rebecca's aggressive hands. Her hand managed to slip on the wet surface and knocked over a bottle of body wash, the lid popping open and surprising both girls when the soapy blue sludge splashed onto them both.

The cleansing gel had gotten over both of them (adding another bright and unnatural color to Rebecca), but Stephanie was glad to be out of the sexual trap. She turned and grabbed Rebecca's hands before she could bring them to bear on her again, pressing her body into Rebecca to try to take the initiative. The two ground themselves against each other, hard nipples flicking each other while Stephanie bumped her heavier hips against Rebecca's. The scrubbing of their bodies grinding together worked up a quick lather, a mix of the raw, slimy body wash and a gathering foam running between them that trickled down their easily stimulated skin.

Stephanie managed to use her element of surprise and leverage to get Rebecca to slip on the soapy water and stumble back. She caught herself against the wall, but Stephanie caught her thighs and pulled them up and towards her to force her to lean against the shower's edge just to stay standing. It also put her at an easy angle for Steph to start humping right into Rebecca’s pussy, her aroused and parted pussy lips leaving her clit wide open for Stephanie's Intimate attack.

Rebecca gasped and her nails raked over Stephanie's trapping arms, which the redhead took as a sure sign she was nearing another eruption herself. Rebecca's hand started slapping against the wall behind her, something Steph mistook for another sign of her sexual vulnerabilities. Instead, Rebecca finally found the shower's handle and gave it a twist. The water's pressure turned up while its temperature dropped, and Stephanie pulled back with a surprised squeal as her hot and muggy body was stung by the cold.

Rebecca wasted no time in taking advantage, taking out Stephanie's legs with a tackle and spreading them out. She started to finger her as the water pelted them both, Steph too surprised and aroused from her prior teasing. She moaned and felt her pussy twitching, but Rebecca pulled her legs to rearrange her on the floor of the shower. She finally left the redhead where the pressurized stream of water was blasting right into her pussy, leaving Stephanie gasping and screaming as she was left to unwillingly masturbate with the showerhead. Even with the shocking cold, Stephanie had to shake and squirt her cum down the drain before Rebecca let her go.

Rebecca held her legs and pussy lips open to let all the watching girls see her earth-shattering orgasm before Roxy made them break it up. Stephanie crawled to the other side of the shower, breathing heavily as she twisted the shower's handle back to something warmer. She tried to rub at her crotch to ease the tingling sensation, but feeling how wet and sensitive she was almost made it sting to the touch.

"Thanks for letting me get ahead," Rebecca grinned at her from across their sexual glass arena. "You must want it really bad to keep giving me those openings."

"Don't get cocky yet, slut," Stephanie snapped back, wiping some of the water from her skin and cum from her thighs. "I'm gonna have you flooding this room by the time I'm done with that pussy."

The girls lunged back at each other, wet skin slapping together loudly as they grabbed for whatever part of their opponent's curves that they could. Stephanie dug her nails roughly into Rebecca's ass, pulling and squeezing so that the tattooed girl's pussy was forced to grind against hers. Even if Stephanie had cum more than Rebecca, she had been teasing her throughout their last round. The green-haired sexfighter was quickly groaning and grunting, but she had taken a grip on Stephanie's tits and scraped her fingernails along her nipples. While it was clearly excited the redhead, drawing soft moans and gasps out of her when she pinched and twisted her tender, pink tips. Rebecca still felt the overwhelming pulses of pleasure running through her hips whenever Steph rammed into their pussies together. Her teased twat kept twitching as the splashes of shower water and their mixed sexual fluids kept trickling down over her labia.

Through her hazy arousal, Rebecca recognized that the lockup was a losing battle. She gave one last rough tug on Stephanie's tits before running her hand down to her thigh. While she couldn't reach Stephanie's snatch through their intense grinding, she was able to firmly grasp Stephanie's thigh and lift up on it sharply. Steph gasped and held onto Rebecca for balance, barely keeping from falling to the shower's floor. The tattooed woman's fingers slapped against her pussy, getting a sudden squeak out of the redhead before she fell the rest of the way to her knees.

"Gotcha, sugartits," Rebecca gloated, grabbing at Stephanie's hands to keep her down. That worked in part, but Stephanie was able to lift her upper body up off the ground. Rebecca had spread her legs to try to mount the downed sexfighter, but the redhead swiftly slammed her lips into the green-haired girl's pussy. Steph instantly went to work with her mouth and tongue, leaving Rebecca unable to do anything but moan and grab at her hair.

Rebecca grabbed at the anything for balance, but the watery walls gave little leverage. Stephanie held onto her legs and pressed her face and arms into the green-haired girl, pressing her counter-attack by burying her face into her soaking wet pussy. A line about carpet not matching the drapes felt appropriate, but Stephanie didn't dare risk losing her lip lock when she was this far behind in their sexual race.

Rebecca leaned back into the shower's walls, pulling uselessly at Stephanie's hair in what started to turn into stroking more than clawing. The redhead sucked and stroking at her pussy lips, parting her wider still and driving her tongue in deeper. She flexed and pressed her tongue around inside Rebecca, easily finding and flicking it against her clit. The tattooed woman's hands were committed to holding her against her crotch as the arousal overtook her, gasping and even humping Stephanie's face to encourage her to make her cum. Stuck precariously between the far wall and Stephanie's mouth, Rebecca's dam broke again as she gave a short, sharp cry as she came over the redhead's face. She slurped away at her snatch hungrily, sending even more powerful aftershocks through Rebecca's privates until Roxanne made them split up. Rebecca stared down at her with half-lidded eyes as Stephanie smirked back at her and spit out a mix of shower water and her opponent's cum.

"I'm catching up quick. Think that soft pussy of yours can take another one of those?" Steph gloated as she shifted back to the other side of the shower. She moved slowly and purposefully, trying to hide the fact that her own pussy was already throbbing and tingled just from walking. Both girls could tell: things were going to end soon.

Some of the soapy foam still trickling down their skin, Roxy motioned for them to start again. Stephanie had expected Rebecca to be slow and cautious like she was, given that she'd just orgasmed, but as exhausted as she was, she seemed to be equally fired up. The tattooed fighter slammed her chest into Stephanie's catching her by surprise as their sensitive tits mashed together. While both gasped in their mixed arousal and pain, Rebecca rode her momentum to trap Stephanie against the wall farthest from the shower head. Rebecca instantly trapped her wrists against the linoleum and started sucking on her neck as she ground their pussies together.

"Oh, you jolly green bitch!" Stephanie moaned, but she felt the tightening of her throat just make it easier for Rebecca to suck and lick more firmly, leaving dark hickies in her wake. Her tattooed assailant chuckled and made moans of her own, sending tingling vibrations up her neck.

Steph finally brought herself to fight back by squeezing Rebecca's breasts and pushing back hard. The green-haired girl stumbled and fell onto her ass, but it wasn't for Stephanie to move in on. She grabbed the remaining bottle of conditioner and squeezed it out, spraying Rebecca like a hair-strengthening moneyshot. The surprisingly cool substance made the downed girl gasp before Stephanie grabbed and pulled her leg out, starting to rapidly and firmly finger her. Rebecca started to groan, but she was still fired up as she pulled Stephanie's leg and brought her down to her level.

"Don't go turning me on and then expect me to switch off," Rebecca warned as she started wrestling with Stephanie for better reach on her pussy. They twisted themselves out of the way and pulled on the other's legs and hair for the right angle, but with them both after the same thing it was proving difficult. Rebecca was the one to cut off their mutual wild goose chase by grabbing Steph by the hips and holding her to the shower's floor, proceeding to start tribbing their parted pussies together.

"Ohhhh, you slutty bitch," Stephanie moaned, arching her back under her. The conditioner was all over their skin by now, making any attempt to rise or escape extra difficult as if they were oil wrestling. She slapped and tugged on Rebecca's breasts, trying to distract and arouse her while she went humping back. The angle was too much for the redhead, and Steph was still fighting one more orgasm than Rebecca was.

"Come on, fuckslut," Rebecca grunted with a wicked grin on her face. "I can feel that clitty throbbing. Give us a big wet one and call it quits." Rebecca soon started trying to wriggle free rather than fight back, her pussy feeling so intensely aroused that it hurt.

"Fuck... you... AOOOHHHHHH!" Steph started to shake violently under Rebecca, her dominant thrusting overwhelming her. The redhead was launched into a wild orgasm, unable to shut her gaping mouth even when she was done screaming with pleasure. Rebecca kept her pinned, riding her out until Roxy made the call to pull out. Rebecca slid over on her knees, breathing heavily but grinning hungrily as if waiting for more. Steph couldn't even get to her knees, breathing heavily as her breasts bounced around on her chest.

When she didn't rise quickly enough, Roxy made the call to go ahead anyway. Stephanie tried to crawl away and out of the shower, but Rebecca was quick to grab her hair and force her to stand on her shaky legs. "Show's not over yet, pretty girl," Rebecca cooed to her as she forced her legs apart. "Let's give them some more. I can keep going all night."

Thinking she could hear the faintest sound of the girls cheering from the other rooms, Stephanie remained powerless to stop her as Rebecca shoved her fingers into her pussy from behind. Her other hand variously pulled at her hair and spanked her ass while pressing her tits and face against the shower door. Her slick skin squeaked across the glass while Rebecca skillfully spread and stroked her pussy. It wasn't long before she'd trapped Steph's clit between two fingers, pumping her digits to stroke it on either side. Steph was too weak and aroused to resist as she was forced to squirt her latest orgasm all over the bottom half of the shower door. She moaned and shrieked as she slapped her hand rapidly against the glass.

"Steph, can you go on?" Roxy pried, and the redhead shook her head no.

"Fuck! Ohhh fuck, noooo! I give! Get her off me! Get her out of me!" Stephanie moaned. Her clit felt redhot, like it would never stop throbbing. She couldn't imagine another orgasm

Rebecca slid open the shower door, leaving Stephanie propped up against the other half of the glass looking like a mounted trophy. Rebecca let her go and raised her fists triumphantly, Roxy taking one to help hold it up. "Your winner is Rebecca!" she told one of the webcams.