Red Hot Scarlet vs. Dina the Cat from The Savage Land Discord

Red Hot Scarlet: I think I look more like a mistress.

Dina The Cat: I think you look like a truckstop waitress.

Scarlet: One that’s fucking your man.

Dina: Oh bitch. You have got to go. If you were involved with my man, like, for serious.. that would be it for you or me…

Scarlet: Every night. In your bed. I make sure to cum on your fucking pillow.

Dina: Yeah? Real clever of you to confess it to me, you fucking whore. If I ever see you face to face, I’ll dig your eyes out of your face. Believe it.

Scarlet: I’m wearing your panties right now. Your soiled, sexy little lace panties.

Dina: You couldn’t fit into my panties with your fat ass.

Scarlet: He likes them on me. When I shift them to the side before his cock slides in.

Dina: I am gripping my phone tightly in my hands, breathing deep as you taunt me. “Well, Scarlet…I hope you’re ready for the consequences of this conversation. Because you’ll pay dearly.”

Scarlet: All I want in this fucking world is for you to make those words mean something, Dina. I want you to come for me. Come at me. And I will show you why fate has kept us apart for so long.

Dina: I take a deep shivery breath, my nipples stiffening in my blouse at the sound of the HATE in your voice. “You bitch….do you love him?”

Scarlet: Pursing my lips, thigh high covered legs split so wide my red skirt hangs far above my mid thigh, I revel in taunting you. “Nooo….” I don’t give a shit about your small-cocked, cuck of a husband. But I do hate you. To the very bottom of my soul. And so I will keep fucking him until you come for me.”

Dina: I shiver again.. I knew it. I swallow and say the next sentence out loud…like something out of a dream. “Scarlet…do you want to fucking catfight?” I’m dizzy at the realization of this fantasy. I don’t know why you’d hate me so much, what I could have conceivably done, but I know that there’s nothing in this world I want more than to sink my teeth in your whore face. I am shaking a little, dressed in a modest skirt suit. I’m at my desk, marking papers and the breeze blowing in the window brushes my bare thighs and I imagine it’s your hand.

Scarlet: Your every response feeding me EXACTLY what I need, I can feel the panties I stole from your closet wetting, just as my nipples go from soft to rigid and ripping at the inside of my bra. My every thought, sense, and neuron is working to draw you into my web. “I want to sink my claws into your fucking face and drag. I want to catch you so deep between my thighs, that in an instant I steal your every breath away. And then when you turn to me and beg, I can seal my palm over your mouth and nose and laugh. Is that a catfight? Or me ruining you? Does the name really matter?”

Dina: “We’ll see how happy you are to have me between those fat thighs when I’m wrist deep in you and SCRATCHING, you CUNT! I don’t know what the fuck your problem is with me, but I’m happy to fucking solve it. I’ll meet you in room 250 of the downtown Hilton in…oh….twenty minutes. How does that sound? We can slip out of our clothes and into a nice hot CUDDLE”

Scarlet: My excitement so evident to myself, and perhaps even the rest of the women on the east side of the floor, I have no choice but to get up from my desk and move. Walking towards the elevator door as I read your response and then reply, a wide grin on my face. “You. Me. Not a stitch of clothing. And we see who comes out on top, BITCH. Here’s a spoiler, it’s going to be the ‘truck stop waitress’ who stole your fucking husband.”

Dina: “You’re gonna die, cunt.” I say, hanging up on you and getting up out of my chair and heading to my car. I’m near the hotel, and I rent the room, waiting in it for you.. fighting the urge to call you back, to keep snarling with you. But the suspense of this. It will make it better to see you face to face before the screaming starts.

Scarlet: I move as quick as I have in my entire life. Screaming at the front desk clerk to give me the room number and key. Her shaking hands barely having gotten in range, before I tear them from her. My black heels sounding like thunder as I move up the stairs and to the room you have rented. The key sliding in, just a moment before the light goes green, the chirp sounds, and I push the door open.

Dina: I am waiting, seated on the bed in just my black bra and panties… hair over my face as you come in, and I stand up immediately, caught off guard in this quiet vulnerable moment of loveliness. You see my face turn from anxious but excited reverie to a twisted mask of hate as I face you. You see the effort it takes me not to rush at you…to start this war. “you…..WHORE!”

Scarlet: We hate. We will hurt. We will ruin each other. But beneath that truth — that reality, we are each desperate for this. Excited by the mere thought of locking claws and jaws with a woman so game. Each of us trying to hide it. To seem hard in every way one could. And yet, as I step in and closer to you, stripping my coat and blouse. Heels and skirt. You can see it in my eyes. The glimmer. A gleam of desire. “You’re going to wish you never called my number, cunt.”

Dina: I undo my bra, tossing it aside, thumbing off my panties revealing a sleek smooth cookie with a small cat’s paw tattoo and two hashmarks below it. My eyes are glittering with hate. “I already do, bitch….Oh.”

My jaw drops, and I look at you…blinking. “She was your sister wasn’t she.” I feel a cold shiver like ice water down my back. “That’s who you are….”

Scarlet: You wait. You watch. And then when I finish speaking you begin to strip your last few bits of clothing, motivating me to do the same. My bra and panties coming off, and then coming at you as I toss them in your face. Moving towards you i n a hard march, before I stop waiting for you to stand up from the bed. That’s when you mention her. The reason. The source of my rage and villainy. “Fuck you.” I hiss, before suddenly I step forward and into you. Coming down in your lap, as my right hand cups your pretty face hard. “Don’t you mention her name….”

Dina: You sit me down on the bed, cupping my face and my hand comes up to that wrist, digging in red nails. “Oh, don’t worry, bitch. I won’t. I don’t talk about my past fucking felonies. Just know…nngggg” I shove your hand back. “Just know she had it COMING!” I look up in your eyes. “I can respect loyalty. but don’t be stupid. Walk away. She isn’t worth it.”

Scarlet: I glare at you and into your cold eyes with the heat of a thousand suns. Hating you. Despising you. Wanting to hurt you, and yet I feel frozen. Stuck. The magic of that moment and the intensity that binds it holding me in place, as you tell me to walk away. To leave. Your hand pulling at my wrist, as your nails dig deep into my flesh. “You’re worth it. You’re the one who is worth it, biiiitch….” My words are drenched in poison. In malice. And as soon as I begin them, my flat fingers curl, and my nails dig into your face. “Fight me….”

Dina: You grab my face, and it’s all too late now…too late for me to talk you out of this, and I don’t want to. I feel your nails dig and claw into my cheeks and my own hands come up hooked and raking the bare expanse of skin above your breasts as I try to stand up, not wanting to leave you that leverage. I want us tangled and clawing. I want rage to take over both of us…

Scarlet: You move to stand. To get me off of you, knowing I have too much power in my placement. But as you lift, my hands move to your hair, and my weight shifts. Turning us in mid-air and then pulling us down to the bed. Our legs coiling around each other, and mounds sealing together, as I hiss and snarl at you. Hair bound hands moving to your back and then after sliding through flesh dragging down. “To the end, Dina. To. The. end.”

Dina: NNGG We twist around onto the bed, and I go wet INSTANTLY as I realize that you want this just as I do. We clench body to body and nose to nose, tangling and pressing tightly in the heat of this room, and my nails scratch down your back slow…so slow and cruel as you challenge me. “To the….nnggg…to the death, you cunt.”

Scarlet: As you speak in that closeness, in that near unbearable intimacy, I bite your lower lip. Softly at first and then hard. Drawing blood as we each peel the flesh from each others back in small, rolled up bunches beneath bright red nails. Our mutual wetness betrayed in drips left on dragging thighs and kittens. The heat and intensity of our struggle making it nearly impossible for either of us to hide how much we want this moment. This one, final struggle.

Dina: NNAhhh you bite my lip as skin curls under my talons and I arch into you, pussy greasing your thigh and mound with my own. My right hand comes up, pressing at your face with my palm, my nails reaching for your eyes…as I shake my head, trying to free my lip…I’m furious that you bit me, more furious you bit me…FIRST

Scarlet: I have you caught. Your soft pink lip trapped between my chewing teeth. Your every effort to pull it free causing a new drip and drop of copper-flavored juice to flood my mouth. That’s when your hand comes. To dislodge me. Your palm pressing, and claws threatening to gouge my eyes. And though they close, knowing what is to come, I do not release your lip. Instead, I surge into you, turning us, and pinning you down to the bed beneath me. My jaw only then releasing so I can spit your own blood in your face. “She told me what you did….”

Dina: UGH. I spit back up in your face clawing your cheek. “Did she tell you what SHE DID first?” I snarl, my other hand coming to your neck pushing as I buck my hips trying to lever you off the top position. I feel the heat of you against me and I know you’re as turned on as I am…and how dangerous that is for us both.

Scarlet: I spit into your face, and you spit back before you ask me if she said more. If my sister, that you KILLED told me all of the twisted tale. As I look to reply, to open my lips and answer, you thrust your hips into mine, and I wild. Moaning desperately, and shivering as you tip me over and to my back once more. My hands moving to your hair and pulling hard, dragging your face back down to mine. Keeping our hateful gaze connected. “She told me enough to bring me heeeeerrreeee….”

Dina: I bite at your nose in panting desperation, hands in your hair as our hips work and we writhe and wrestle on the topsheet of the bed, snarling and moaning like cats in heat as we pull and red and green hair come free in tufts. I release your nose and snarl “Then fucking die for herrrrrr.”

Scarlet: You bite me hard. Your teeth digging through layers of flesh before stopping and releasing. Your mouth now filled with its own collection of blood that you should spit in my face. But I won’t let you, instead, as it drips from your lips with every word spoke, I lean up and attach my lips to yours. Using my tongue to clean my blood from your mouth as we grind and strain against each other. My hands sneaking and snaking between out bodies until they can latch onto your tits and then claw-tip-first dig in DEEP.

Dina: Our tongues dance and war, pressing and pushing, blood and spit smearing with our lipstick, as we wrestle and then I feel your nails in my soft yielding tits and HOWL in agony, pulling my face back from yours and shaking my head side to side in pain. My hands slap wildly, without reason or plan, at you in desperation to make it stop..the sharp stab, but also the secondary dull nauseating ache that spreads to my belly.

Scarlet: I see you suffer, hear you howl, and feel you pull back and away from me. But I chase. driving up to turn us once more. Letting your back press down on the soft mattress’ sheet before I thrust my sex into yours hard. “did you fuck her before you killed her, BITCH?” I hiss, as I continue to claw at your tits. “Did she cum for you before you ended her LIFE!?!?!?!”

Dina: “NNGGG” I slam my pussy back up into yours…My eyes glaring into yours. Tears run down my cheeks as you maul my tits, and my hands come up for yours. We can both play this game. “NO!” I scream, “It wasn’t like this with HER! It was JUST HATE. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE DID!”

Scarlet: It is distraction from purpose. A dalliance from the road fate has set me on. And yet as you reply and tell me how it was different — how this is different, I cannot resist the urge I feel to pit my sex against yours. Even as you reach for my tits. Even as they grab and grip — catch and claw. My lips parting in a scream, and my body shifting so that you are able to regain the top position, and though all of that occurs, I never stop fucking you. My enemy. My rival. My nemesis made flesh.

Dina: NNGGGGGG My hips rock and press trying to grind your clit into your pelvis with my own as our legs shift and spread as we change position. “Sick…cunt…at least she wasn’t a fucking….PERVERT…just.. just…just.. a slut.” my breasts and chest and neck are flushing, pale skin glowing nearly red as our nails dig and knead blood from each other’s breasts. Pleasure and pain mingling and I lean down to cover your mouth with mine, biting at your lip…

Scarlet: My scream has lowered to a howl. A primal, wounded wail of pain that you seal off from the world with a bite. Your mouth and mine sealing together. This time, not in a one-sided gnaw but with each of us snapping our teeth into the others lips.

A drawing of blood that matches our hands which twist and tear into fleshy tits that wilt and welt on contact. Neither of us defending or protecting, our every ounce of energy spent on offense or infliction of one kind or another. “You’re…. the…. one…. fucking…. me….” I accuse through bites. Knowing it is a delusion we with both share.

Dina: My hands leave your breasts, clawing down your belly slowly, relishing the sudden change in your posture as we end up on our sides….and I pull my face from yours. I look in your eyes, tear filled, and glittering…and I keep rocking my hips. “This fight…nnggg is going to take….DAYS…”

Scarlet: Our claws lifting, drifting, and slipping in long traveling trails of scratched skin. Side by side, though our legs coil and connect us. Locking us together, though neither of us would have it any other way. In that placement you whisper, as tears roll down our cheeks, how long this battle will take. And though you say days, before our mouths seal back together in a hateful kiss, I reply. “Weeks….”

Dina: NNGGGGGG… I try to choke you with my tongue as we roll over and over, thighs slick and sliding, hips moving and my nails claw at your hips grabbing your ass with ten claws and digging in.. I cry out, gasping for air. “You should….nngg should have left my man…nng out of it….”

Scarlet: I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t see, my vision red and blurry. My desire for revenge, destruction, and now … you too strong for me to resist or deny. Our hate-drenched kiss breaking, just before you press your forehead to mine. Telling me I should have left your man out of our struggle. “Why, bitch? Can’t take competing with a real woman…?”

As my question lingers in the air I bite your neck. Driving my canines into your flesh and piercing it. Tasting copper, as we writhe and slide together on the hotel bed.

Dina: The pain is like a lance and all I can think about for several long seconds as you bite into me like a striking snake, and my body arches into you. I breathe in several long ragged gasps until I can manage the pain, and my hands wrap themselves in your hair, straining to pull your teeth from me. My belly burns on yours, and as I pull your face back, I stare you in the eyes, those beautiful eyes…hating and desiring at once. “Do you, nnnggg know one?” I snarl at you and try to use my grip on your hair to BOUNCE your head on the mattress, wishing it were a hardwood floor and I could crack it open.. extinguish that evil fucking mind inside. You are excruciating me, and I cannot EVER let you win….

Scarlet: I should keep my jaw shut. My teeth clenched. Your blood dripping into my mouth. But when your hand get to my hair, and you pull, I release. Letting you yank my head back to the pillow. Our eyes locking into a mutual glare, one that is so filled with passion and want that a chill runs up both our spines.

Then, when you tell me I am not a real woman, I feel you shift between my spread thighs as you slam my head into the pillow. Once and then again. My hands moving to your ass, and my nails digging deep into the soft cheeks of it, as I growl. “I am one…. The only one … fuck … between us too, cunt….”

Dina: “nn….” I grind my hips down into you as you dig into my rear end. My heat and wetness providing delicious, painful friction with slow sliding movements. You growl at me. “Pretty… pretty little cunt. We’ll see. We’ll just see. I killed your sister, and I loved her. I don’t even LIKE you….” I lower my face, wanting to sink my teeth in your breast, losing my clutch on your hair, my right hand flat to the mattress as I reposition myself for the attempt. It’s stupid to mention her, I know it will only fuel you, but I want you fuelled. I want you frenzied. I want THIS.

Scarlet: We growl and hiss. Back and forth. The tension between us not just palpable, not just thick enough to cut with a knife, but so intense that we have to struggle not to faint. Your hips lowering and with laser-like precision crashing your clit into mine. Dragging it across and down, as both a distraction and a toll for this battle against each other and desire.

It is a clever and perfect weapon, that contact — to keep me compliant before you look to sink your teeth into my alabaster breast. But then you mention her, my sister, and when you do I go wild. Driving my naked body up and into yours. We two women at war turning and rolling. In one direction and then the other, until suddenly we fall from the bed, crash down to the floor, and in your serendipitous placement atop me, you find a way to latch your teeth onto my tit.

Dina: We hit the floor as you crash into me, relentlessly and we struggle in the waves of your hatred, soaking wet in those waters. We tumble to the floor, and the impact jars, but I am lucky. I am so lucky, for I am laying half across you and I am able to sink my teeth in your breast. I bite deep just above your delicate nipple as my hands grab awkwardly at you, not to attack, just to find my position in the world. I am so focused on tasting that soft yielding flesh and hearing your scream that I can barely tell which way is up and which is down. I hear your pained breathing. We growl wordlessly in struggle, and I wonder what she would think…if she were watching from hell.

Scarlet: Pinned. Bitten. I scream for you, and on instinct squirm and bridge. Your right thigh deep between mine and your left just outside of my right hip, my every response to your attack causes our hot wet pussies to meet. Mine side of that contact a stimulus response to pain, but in opposite, as you bite and I bleed, you grind your sex against mine. My pain, your pleasure.

Dina: I release the bite, feeling you squirm under me. I’m dizzy. The frenzy of this, the strength in your body. I am panting, my hair almost soaking with sweat from the wrestling, and the heat of two bodies contending. I look down at your face. “Oh god,” I say, “How is this real?” For a moment there is a look of horror in my face as though I’m in a living nightmare, But this isn’t a nightmare. I can smell the perfume rising from your heated skin. I feel your eyes raking me. I am fighting to just breathe. I’m on the floor now.. I can feel the carpet. That’s what happened. We fell. We fell so far.

Scarlet: Your ferocious, blood-drawing bite softens into a gnaw, and then from there into a nibble, and at each stage my sounds of agony diminish. From a scream to a moan, from a moan to a whimper. It is only then, when the latter trails off, and you rise, hate-drunk and lustful, that I reach up and dig my claws into your cheek. Yanking you off of me to the side.

Then I scramble, to my knees and all fours, turning my body, leaving us both facing opposite directions. You on your back and me in a crawl. A crawl that takes me to you. Over you. And then as you try to recover from your disbelief and the heavenly hell we have found ourselves in, I lower my naked body down on yours. My face descending between your wet thighs, just as yours lifts between mine. “It’s real, bitch…. And it’s ours….” I mutter before I bite your pussy lips.

Dina: You claw at my face so viciously that it sends me off you and to the side clutching at my face in a piteous whimper. I writhe there as you crawl around me, and I feel your breath on my thighs as you lower your face and I realize what you’ve done. I brace myself for pleasure, and I am instead astonished by agony. You bite deep into my peach and I HOWL. My arms wrap around your thighs and I lift my face to yours, presented to me so nicely and I growl… my nose strokes your clit, teasing it from the hood as the pain goes through and through me. like poison through sweet wine, and then, once I’ve felt you quiver, once I know you felt the pleasure, I sink my teeth in your mound, and rake the teeth in a slow bite. wanting to repay.. screaming into your pussy as I make…it….bleed.

Scarlet: There is only pain that my mouth causes. Only screams of shrill suffering. Until without warning or ask, I soften my bite on your lower lips to instead find your clit and please you. Those same teeth that dug in, catching your clit between them so that my tongue can stroke and lavish. All as my own suffering from your attacks causes my lungs to release horrible wails that reverberate against your sensitive, fleshy trigger.

All of that sensual satisfaction raising to a certain crescendo before once more I let your clit go and then bite hard on your lips once more. Each of our kittens bleeding, though that bright red liquid mixes with our essence. Each of us taking the same tact. Bliss and then blister. Pleasure and then PAIN.

Dina: A casual observer might walk in and see this, and think at first that we are making love. Then they would see the blood on our faces, and the long ragged claw marks on our bodies and realize that this is the most savage of wars. And both perspectives are true, and ever shifting, as we trade groans and gasps, alternate between tongue and teeth in our approach. My hands stroke your inner thighs absently, and then, as I remember that it is her or I, I claw, feeling the soft flesh under my nails. It feels like hours that we lie here, buried in each other, trading pleasure and agony until our faces are wet with both.

And then I cum.

It takes me by surprise, and my head lolls back from you, as I stiffen and shake. A fresh flood of honey slides through me. I gasp and buck, dangerously vulnerable as the pleasure shakes me, seemingly from nowhere…not the slow mounting to crescendo…or perhaps that mounting has been lasting so long that I became accustomed. “Sc….Scarlet….you bitch… oh god. you fucking bitch.” Tears run down my face. as I come and the relief is total.

Scarlet: It is not our first, second, or this reason for alternating between pleasure and pain, and yet somewhere in our maddened and hateful 69, it comes to the surface of our thoughts. With all the tension and contact having already driven us wild with desire, We may cum. Even as we bite and tear at each others pussy lips.

It would be a glorious, even if momentary victory for the woman who can inflict as much on the other, yes. But also a moment of complete weakness and devastation for she who suffers it. And so when I feel you start to shake. To squirm. And beneath me, to give in the excitement of all of this. I ready myself to ruin you. Prepare myself to end you. But just as I think, for a moment, of what I will do to you when you can no longer defend myself. It rises. It wells. And then against my wants, an orgasm crashes through me. “No! NooooOOOooo….” I lament. “Fuck you, Dina! CUNT!!!” I scream out into your pussy as two devastating orgasms wash over us.

Dina: We smear each other’s faces with honey.. and I laugh, and cry, gagging on you as I realize that you fell into the pit with me. I was braced for you to fucking DESTROY me as I lay there flopping like a goddamned fish out of water in my ecstacy, and then as the aftershocks shake me, I roll free from you.. I slump against the side of the bed, my hair framing my face in a lanky wet curtain, my bloodied breasts slick also with sweat. I look the model of someone at the end of her endurance. I keep my eyes on you simply trying to breathe. “Have….have you had enough? Did you satisfy your… oh.. god.. your honor I suppose?” Part of me hopes you have… but most of me wants to take a breath and plunge back into the war.

Scarlet: Each of us on our back, shivering — shaking, trying to recover from an orgasm we did not expect. You having separated us. Pushed me off of you and ended a battle of lips and teeth that could have gone on for hours.

“Fuck….” I mutter as I wipe tears and runny mascara away from my eyes. Shaking my head as I try to regain some semblance of control and focus. An effort I undertake as you crawl to the end of the bed. Flattening your back against it, as you ask me if we’re done.

I love the question and yet hate it. The idea of being free from pain ringing like a bell in one ear, though in the other it offends me. Fuck you, I should curse. Never, I should reply. And yet, I say nothing as I roll to my stomach. Not a word as I lift my body to all fours. As it is only when I have crawled to you. Dropping to a calf-thigh kneel that I respond.

“This is never over, cunt.” My answer. My promise comes with a hard, heavy slap. My right hand splashing against your cheek as a dare.

Dina: You crawl to me, kneeling between my thighs and slap me. I lift my hand and slap you right back. “Oh, bitch. I promise you…it ends. The question is does it end WELL for you?” I breathe in sharply, one slap making me want to give you another. “Now that I know WHY you went after my man…I can almost respect it. But you don’t deserve to die for it. Why don’t you get dressed and go home?” I say the words, meaning them..vulnerable for a moment, fighting my own desire here because I want to be better than this.. better than the bitch with the catspaw tattoo that counts her fucking….victims. But I already know that this is a fucking Kill Bill situation for you. I know what you’ll say. But I have to, just once, with the clarity that an orgasm can bring, I have to try.

Scarlet: There, in front of me, so close I can smell the blood mixed with essence dripping from your sex, I look into your eyes and slap you. Hard. So hard my hand stings on recoil, and though you slap me back, once and then again. You then offer peace. You offer a cessation.

Hearing it makes me so mad, I can barely breathe or think. My hands shooting to your pretty brown hair and then dragging you forward.

Forward and into me. Forward so from only inches away I can look down into your eyes. “Fuck you. Don’t you dare. This…. Is us…. This is all we have left…. This is what we want. What we need…. It should have been me you fought, not her. Me you tried to kill, not my sister…. She was weak. I am strong…. Fight me….” My words are desperate, fearful, and panicked. And though they are, after a moment of letting them sink into you I shove you back to the bed hard.

Dina: I hear you scream into my face.. and I know it’s going to happen. I take your hair in one hand. “You are too fucking stupid to live, you red-headed fucking witch. FINE! We fight this out… we fight this out until one of us has killed the other. If that’s what you fucking think you want. I KNOW it’s what I want.” I push you back as I try to get my knees under me. “I am going to shower your fucking CUM off of me. And when I’m done…it’s round 2. How does that fucking strike you, tough girl?”

Scarlet: I shake my head as it lowers. Not responding to your words as you yell back at me. Telling me that one of us will die here as if that wasn’t our fate all along. Your questions confusing me. Frustrating me. Making me analyze the humanity and empathy that should be stopping us, should be stopping me…. And though you wait for a response. One last assent, I give you nothing.

Dina: I get to my feet, shakily, watching you.. legs still rubbery from coming so hard.. and every motion hurts as my thighs brush. My pussy so fucking sensitive and bitten over and over. The truth is I expect her to be gone when I come back out, I’ll probably have to track her down to finish this.. because she’s right..it’s all gone too far. I open the shower door bracing myself with a flat palm on the glass, as I turn the water up. It’s hot…stinging…the blood and sweat and musk washing free. my wet hair now so dark it’s very nearly black.. and it’s funny how, over time our outsides look like our insides.

Scarlet: There I sit, fighting back tears as I wrestle with what I have become. Not the consequences of our battle, but how far I have fallen from the little angel my father used to dote on. But as I stare at the spots of spots and pools of blood on the floor, I think of her. My sister. How you killed her. Ended her. And how I have thought of that and you since the very moment I learned the truth.

And now you shower. Clean yourself of our battle as if we’re done. As if the great summation of my anger and desire is a 10 minute break. As if this war could be set to hold. Fuck that. Fuck you! Before I even know what is happening, I am on my feet. Running, naked to the bathroom. To you. The door you left open giving me the freedom to dive inside, and at you. My body hitting you just right to slam your back against the shower wall, as my breasts flatten against yours. My hands looking for your wrists to pin you there against the cold tile.

Dina: I hear your feet slapping as you come running.. and I realize, with virtually no warning that this is beginning of the end now. I pushed you just far enough and you are fucking coming for me. Maybe I’ll kill you, maybe you’ll kill me, but we are going to fight it out. Your body strikes mine moments later and I slam into the tile. You are grabbing for my wrists, and I grab for your hands, trying to take control of them as our wet breasts press and our eyes meet. All thoughts of mercy, all weakness and pity are gone. We’ve made our choice, and now? Now it’s blood and screams in glass case.

We each grab one wrist struggling body to body, eyes locked in mutual rage and I have never wanted anything more than to make my fight with your sister look like a playground slap fight. I try to bully you back, but the floor is slippery. For a moment your fucking perfect ass presses the glass, and then you are on me again, my back on the tile and I HISS, actually HISSS at you in challenge.

Scarlet: We growl at each other in that hot, wet, closeness. The shower water cascading down onto my back as against the wall we settle into this new battle. This new war. “I can’t believe I came for you, slut.” Comes from my lips, just before you surge into me and slam my ass against the shower glass. The shower door closing to my left, your right, as you respond and anger to the point of pushing back into you and slamming you against the tile further down the wall of the shower.

“You don’t run from this…. You don’t let me escape….” Angry, enraged, I spit my words at you.. My damaged tits and yours pressing back and forth as we struggle. “We will NEVER be apart again, Dina. One of us will die here, but the other will live with the memory of the pain. The beauty of this hatred for the REST of their lives….”

Dina: NNGGG you snarl in my face as we struggle on our feet, a step taken, a step given. Our bodies matched painfully well, your strength and mine at total odds. My breasts smear blood on yours, even as the water pounds down. I spit in your face in reply to your taunts. “If you DO kill me, I promise you this, you fucking cunt.. No man…no woman…not even a FUCKING DOG will be able to look you in the eyes without PITY! You nngggg gawd.. you want to duel, you SLUT, let’s duel. Your body and mine. TO THE FINISH THIS TIME!” My heart pounds so hard I think you could feel it in your chest. And I surrender. I let myself surrender to the need for this. To be what I am…a nasty feral little animal who lives to fight.

Scarlet: My muscles ache from our effort. They burn from our nearly identical strength and motivation. And because of each, even as we pour our every ounce of energy into this contest of bodies, we weaken. Coming to a full stop in the center of the shower’s arching water. Our glares locked together, just as our foreheads press together hard.

It is there that you tell me what I want to hear. Giving me the agreement I needed. But I want more. Need more. To cleanse you of the humanity you showed after our orgasms. “Promise me, bitch.” I hiss as our pushing and pulling arms weaken. “Promise me this is to the end….”

Dina: “I’ll kill you…kill you like your faithless whore of a sister…You came here to avenge that….cheating…piece of fucking FILTH!” I spit in your face.. breaking my own heart as I talk about her like that.. but I want to HURT you. I want to HURT you so much that you never dream of showing me a second of mercy again. “FUCKING CATFIGHT ME BITCH! DO IT! KILL ME!!”

Scarlet: I push you. Mentally. Emotionally. Making you swear it, and finally you snap. Screaming at me. Talking about my poor, dead sister. The one you killed. The one you murdered. And hearing you denigrate her makes me release your wrist, just as you do. Each of us free once more. And with that freedom I push you, moving my hands to your shoulders and shoving you back to the tile I once held you against.

There you do not lay. Do not wait. Instead you launch off of it, shoving me hard into the glass, which cracks and splinters. It keeping its form as once more, I use my hands to shove you into the tile wall, with a thud so hard that your grown barely clears its echo.

Dina: You slam me into the tiles and I launch myself back off, my hands slamming your shoulders into the glass with a grunt that I cannot hear over the ringing of the glass, and the cracking. I slam my body into yours, with my full weight crashing into yours and the glass EXPLODES into a spray of cubes that litter the bathroom floor…. and we tumble out onto them, rolling and wrestling on them…sharp, but designed to not shred flesh. You are pressed down, your back into the cubes of glass, and I snarl in your face with maddened triumph.. but you bring a knee up into my side rolling me over to my side. teetering over to my back. I scream in agony as the glass digs in.. a thousand little nicks and the roughness like GRAVEL, sticking to wet skin. “OH YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU CUNT!!!!”

Scarlet: We had our foreplay. We sated our lusts until we purged the demon of desire that plagued us. Holding it off, at least for now. Then, under the warm water of the shower, we pressed body to body, forcing the other to promise this will be our fate. That we will not pull away or apart, That the destiny we both feel in the other and our battle is real and that we will not hide from it.

And now? Now it begins. The true destruction. The true pain and suffering that we each want so badly. You tackling me through the glass and then on top of its scattered remnant shards. They each digging into bodies and bacs as we roll together. Crying out in agony as one cut after another is opened up about us. A roll which stops when you mount me, and flatten me against the shattered glass.

“FUCK!!! BITCH!!! OWWWEEE!!!” I cry out and then kick. Watching as you fall of me, before I crawl behind you, press my breasts to your back, wrap my left arm around your throat, and then whilst we each still lay in the shards begin to choke you.

Dina: NNGGG GAWD You are trying to choke me, and I tuck my chin, digging, clawing at your forearm and I pry it forward just enough to bite into your forearm like I’m biting into a piece of meat. I shake my head, trying to make you let go, as I kick my legs and try to escape your deadly fucking clutches. I feel your breasts in my back, your chin on the crown of my head and I push and twist in your grip until my breasts are pressing to yours, one knee bent, the other on the floor. My right hand grabs a fistfull of glass cubes and with a grunt of hate, I try to cram them into you pressing them between your legs.. praying as I do it blind that I GET at your hateful little pussy.

Scarlet: I want to hold on. To choke the life out of you in this bed of glass, no matter what it costs. No matter how much I have to endure. But you bite, and with a handful of shards, try to scrape at my pussy and I release. Rolling away from you and into the hallway just outside of the bathroom screaming. Blood dripping from my every angle.

“Bitch!! FUCK!!” I can do not but curse as I make it to my feet. Trying to pick shards of glass out of my skin before you get back to a stand.

Dina: I gasp in relief, clutching my neck as you crawl away, out of the bathroom and into the hall. I try to stand up, my left hand grabbing to the towel rack on the shower enclosure that isn’t there anymore, and I drop back on my ass again. “FUCK!” I yelp. And then I simply crawl after you shaking, trying to get the glass off myself as well. We crawl in a very slow speed chase onto the carpet and my hand reaches out for you, trying to grab, nails marking the small of your back as you move forward out of my grip. I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall of the hall and I’m covered in tiny cuts, like I just plucked away a hundred leeches, and of course… all of what you’ve done to me…. and I love how I look. I love this look on me. Desperation.. hatred…fear.

Scarlet: You come for me. After me. And I back up. Hating you, but not wanting to fight a battle on a sheet of shattered glass, for my sake more than yours. And though I give us that — that room to avoid constant cuts, as soon as you clear the sparkling field of solid sand, I turn back and tackle you.

Each of us coiling legs together, and grabbing for hair as we tumble in the hall. The dangerous bathroom floor only a half-foot from our heads as we struggle and whimper. Our cuts meeting, scraping, and bleeding together as our bloody and naked bodies become one.

Dina: NNGGG you turn and as you rear up, I rear to meet you and we are on each other, tangling our legs in a rage and arms wrapping and grabbing at each other, a few cubes of glass between us.. worrying at skin, but I can barely notice, for our eyes meet again, and it’s hate.. so much hate. I open my mouth, trying to bite at your cheek like an apple.. “Diiiiieeee you fucking cunt.”

Scarlet: Kick at each other until our legs clasp and curl. Pulling at each others hair until we are wrapped up into a tight burrito of loathing, we battle. Battle and curse. Battle and bleed. And then you go to bite me, just as I go to bite you and our jaws lock together. Me biting your lower jaw when you bite my top.

Each of us vicious and without remorse as we tear at each others lips and gums. Growling like animals. Like lionesses. Like dogs.

Dina: Spit and blood and lipstick smear as we jaw lock and shake our heads in short sharp jerks, the sound of teeth grinding together is almost painful in our heads, but we don’t stop shaking at each other like pitbulls. My hands release your hair and claw, broken, chipped nails raking at your forehead and down as our jaws ACHE and our wounded bodies press. I feel your hot little snatch on my thigh and mine on yours as we try to kill the other. Animals on the floor of an expensive apartment…

Scarlet: Our beautiful pale bodies are ruined. We will be scarred from this day on, even if we were pulled apart right now and kept from ending this as we want to. But that is not all we will do today. That roll in the shards not the worst of what we will inflict.

Your claws moving from my hair to my face and then dragging down. Just as my hands move to your side and claw up. Nails catching on already cut skin and pulling those wounds open further as we scream in agony into each others mouths.

All as in the maelstrom, and on instinct, we shift our hips, align out cunts, and then SLAM.

Dina: NAAHHH you rake my open cuts and slam our kitties together and I cry out in pain from….from everything. Our jaws unlock and I moan, jaw aching, and stammer, half mumble through a mouth so tired it barely works “B….itch.. you dirty bitch.. I’m going to SCRATCH you to fucking TATTERS!” I slam my forehead into yours as my nails rake down for your pretty eyes, glittering with tears and loathing as your rip sheets of blood down my ribs and hips. What would my father think, I wonder if he saw me naked and clawing with this whore. What happened to the girl he dandled on his knee. This is what she is now, Daddy. And she’s a survivor.

Scarlet: From exhaustion and fatigue, our mutual bite weakens, softens, and then when we can hold it no more, releases. And when it does you pull your head back and slam your forehead into mine. The wounds on it spurting blood as I fall to the carpeted floor on my back, and you mount me. Using your mound to pin me down, as my vision goes blurry and my focus is stolen away from me.

Dina: nngggg! I cry out as our foreheads hit harder than I meant.. and you fall on your back. It’s an advantage I can’t give up. I moan and straddle you pressing into you.. I give up on raking your eyes out, trying to grab your wrists, grabbing, struggling, wanting to pin you down as I lower my snapping teeth down, wanting to get your neck in my teeth to chew and tear you… and END YOU End you like i did her… but wanting is much easier than having, and you are still strong under me.

Scarlet: I am on my back. Beneath you. Pinned. Your hands finding my wrists, and trapping me, before in your haze of hate, pain, and loathing you lower to end it. To bite my jugular until I bleed out beneath you.

But even in my state of momentary weakness, as your cheek slides across mine, I bite. Catching your ear between my teeth and tugging. Gnawing. And trying to rip it off your head, but I can’t. A truth that only makes you suffer more.

Dina: NNAAHHHHHHHHH I scream and scream as you chew my ear, grinding it like gristle in your teeth and I have to give up your wrists to grab your hair at the temples, trying to slam your head into the carpet as I lift and slam… moving with you so you don’t rip my ear off and then as your head bounces a second time, there is a terrilble….CLICK of your incisors meeting and blood FLOWS from my torn lobe. I hurl myself off you, kicking and howling and pawing at the wound like there are stinging insects there I want to brush away, but it’s just my body telling itself something is missing. And I already knew that…but it’s no less painful.

Scarlet: I bite, I bite like this is the end. Like if I let go I will perish beneath you. And then suddenly the pressure I feel of your tugging ear go slack. I must have let go! I must have let it slip free! I worry and fear. Until I feel it in my mouth. Resting on my tongue. The segment I tore from you, that caused you to abandon your mount.

A realization that pushes me to act! To clamber as you scream and press your hands to your bloody ear. Your legs spread as you sit and cry. And it is between those legs I dive. Wrapping my right arm around the top of your left thigh, and my left arm around the top of your right. Keeping them from closing about me as I lower my mouth to your pussy and try to bite.

Dina: You are on me, pressing your advantage and lowering your mouth to my pussy, I feel you roughly gripping my thighs and I moan in fear. I kick and buck, lifting my hips, clawing the carpet as I try to free my legs, but I can’t. I cant’ prevent what’s coming. I can’t stop what’s already on the way, and as you bite my cunt again, I scream. Your teeth digging, pulling and I keep trying to jerk my foot free, wanting to KICK your face, your shoulder, anything to get you off of me before you RUIN me.. and I can only buck and scream and cry…

Scarlet: Before I pleasured you between attacks. Lavished your clit with strokes and glides of tongue — feeling a connection through our hate that I could not fully describe or comprehend. But since then we have shared not a moment of pleasure or a hint of desire, and so now I just bite.

Just gnaw. Pulling my head back and stretching your labia with my canines digging deep to keep them mine.

And though I expect it. Strikes. Pulls at my hair. Some piece of nearby decorations breaking over my bobbing head. It doesn’t cum. Instead, I just hear you crying, and feel your body flatten against the carpet floor in front of me.

You are too weak. Too spent. In too much pain to continue, and though I might be able to move now to end it, I remain. Chewing on your bleeding pussy lips for seconds, minutes, maybe even 10 of them.

Dina: We lie there, and I throw things at your head, I slap. I claw your arms bloody as you chew at me.. but there’s not thought in it. It’s the instinct of a body slowly drawn over a precipice into a place of wordless, open-mouthed agony. You are DEVOURING me like an animal, your face running with blood as you bite and bite and ceaselessly bite, and I can’t even….kick. I can’t scream anymore. I am alive… aware…and all there is for me is the pain the pain the pain the pain the pain the pain the pain the pan through me as I arch and take it… I take it, unable to save myself…to think… to do anything but suffer under you.

Scarlet: Finally you strike at me. Claw at me. Until all of it ends, with your right hand in my hair. At first with nails digging in, then with a harsh pull, until finally your grip softens and you simply hold it there. Your fingers flexing gently whenever I reengage in some attack. There every moment a message from you to me. Asking for mercy. For me to stop.

It is only then, when even those weak, defeated acts of defiance end, that I release your legs, and clamber atop you. Blood dripping from my teeth and smirking lips onto your body as I crawl up your body and then lower myself. Pressing my breasts and body to yours, before brushing the hair out from your eyes as you shiver beneath me. Eyes dull and tear-wet. Lips trembling as they curse me. Not from an active hate or resistance, but because for the last ten minutes they had done the same. Now, you are broken. Shattered. And in that state, I lower my pussy-blood covered lips to yours. Kissing you, and sealing you off from the air, just as the fingers on my right hand pinch your nose shut.

You could close around me if you were stronger. Bite me or fight me off if I hadn’t already taken your every last ounce of fire with my hellish pussy bite. All of which leaves you to just remain beneath me and suffocating slowly, as cruelly I begin to thrust my hips into yours. Fucking your ravaged pussy with my own.

Moaning into our kiss. Crying out in ecstacy into our kiss, until finally, when I know you are nearly gone, I pull back, and wrap the fingers on my left hand around your throat to finish the job. Reaching for the hotel room’s phone with my right hand and pulling it down to us so I can call 911. “Hello…. Oh GOD… Operator…. I’m killing a woman…. My-my rival…. She’s dying beneath me right now and I’m … I’m fucking her…. Come…. Mmmmmnnnpphhh YES!! YES!!! Come get me….”

I talk the operator through your final moments, as I see your eyes roll back into your head and your body spasm. At first hard and then weakly. Keeping the line open as I lower myself and whisper to you. “You were perfect. You were unforgettable and NOW I can keep you forever, cunt………”

The End

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