Nun vs. Sorceress by JB57

Nun vs. Sorceress by JB57

Part I: A Visit to the Dungeon

Mother Sorcha descended the rough stairs to the dungeons under the Convent. The building was ancient and the dungeons under it were more ancient still. The stairs were well-worn, smoothed by centuries of footsteps and people dragged up and down their length.

The stairs spiraled deep into the Earth, far too deep for any sounds from below to make their way up. The walls of the stairway were lined with sconces imbued with blazing torches, one every 20 steps. There were 10 levels in the dungeon, each one accessed by a large corridor leading off of the spiral. The nun kept descending, not stopping until she reached the lowest level. The corridor here was dark but she took a torch from a floor-level sconce, lit it at one of the wall torches, and proceeded down the pitch-black corridor.

After walking about 100 meters, she came to a massive, locked wooden door. She took the gold cross hanging at her neck and touched it to a metal plate set beside the door. The plate glowed. The door lock clicked loudly as it released. Sorcha pushed it open and stepped inside the cell. She deposited her torch in a sconce beside the door and faced the room.

The room behind the door was large, about 20 meters by 20 meters. It was well lit by four torches set in the middle of every wall. In the center of the room was a high, large wooden table. It was covered with padding and had been transformed into a makeshift but comfortable bed. The table was in the center of a large mystical circle that was etched on the room floor. The elaborate runes and symbols formed a mystical prison, a barrier designed to imprison supernatural entities.

Tied to the table, her wrists and ankles bound to each corner, was a naked redheaded woman. Her wild, red hair fanned out beneath her, her green eyes flashed with rage. When the nun entered the room, the woman on the table strained fruitlessly against her bindings. Her incredible body strained, her massive tits jiggled and rolled, but she could not free herself.

Mother Sorcha walked to the edge of the circle and examined the voluptuous, gorgeous woman tied to the table from a distance. She smiled in triumph and malice as she examined the redhead’s magnificent body. She had waited years, decades, for this sight and she planned to savor every moment. The redheaded woman’s body was perfect, she thought. The flawlessly shaped and taut tits, that bounced so enticingly, the beautifully muscled legs and arms, the firm and shapely abdomen, the wide, sculpted hips. Mother Sorcha licked her lips. She could not wait to finally get her hands on all of that and teach this bitch a lesson.

“Sorcha, you cunt!” the redheaded beauty sneered. “So, you’ve finally decided to show your sickening face!”

“Callandra,” the nun replied. “You dried up hag. I finally have you where I want you. You are going to pay for every one of the precious lives you have taken over the ages. Your powers are gone, you are contained, and now you will finally feel the wrath of the Church.”

“Fuck your Church!” the redhead snarled.

The nun put her hands on her hips and smiled even wider. The glare from the imprisoned witch thrilled her and sent a spike of heat raging through her genitals. Her nipples grew hard and taut. The things she planned to do to this bitch’s body- the very thought made her wet.

Sorcha was not a conventional picture of a nun. Her head was covered in a white and black wimple that framed her gorgeous face and hid her hair. Her tunic was black, but where most nuns’ habits had a white collar over the chest, Sorcha’s collar was missing. Instead, her tunic was open, leaving a considerable expanse of her huge, beautiful breasts exposed. A cross on a gold chain hung into the crevasse of her spectacular cleavage. The rest of her tunic dropped to the ground but a slit up the side freed most of her right leg in its bare, muscular beauty. Her feet were adorned with three-inch heeled leather boots. She was a stunningly beautiful and voluptuous woman and her habit did more to tantalize and tease her erotic power than conceal it.

“You say ‘fuck the Church’,” the nun teased. “But now the Church is going to fuck you! I’ve waited decades to have you in this position, and I don’t intend to waste a moment of it.”

The redheaded sorceress glared at the nun viciously. “You fucking bitch. You can only say that because you’ve got me tied up! Free me and we’ll see who does the fucking!”

Mother Sorcha smiled wider. “Oh, you’ll have your chance. I don’t believe in toying with helpless prey. I like the fight. But that’s going to come later. For now…”

The nun reached up and undid her wimple. She pulled it from her head, reached up to remove a hairpin. Her long, thick chestnut locks cascaded down over her shoulders and back. She walked across the room to another wooden table set against the wall and placed the wimple there. She turned to face the woman tied to the table.

Callandra, the sorceress, was watching her intently and Sorcha wanted to be sure the redheaded whore could see everything that she did.

Mother Sorcha removed her cross and placed it on the table. She reached behind her neck to undo the clasp holding her tunic in place. The collar loosened, dropping the tunic even further down her bulging chest. She undid one button at a time on the back of the garment. The thick, black cloth slid from her body, falling in a heap at her booted feet. The nun was nude under her tunic. She stood tall and flexed her back, thrusting out her magnificent tits. The thick, taut orbs bounced deliciously. Sorcha slid her hands down her body, cupping her tits, caressing her engorged, brown nipples, then running her hands down her bare, muscled belly, and her smooth, flaring hips. Her hands framed her bare-shaven cunt. Her genitals dripped with womanly lubrication. Her swollen clit was already peaking near the crest of her thick-lipped twat.

The nun reached down and undid the buttons on her leather boots. She slipped them off, then gathered her tunic and placed it on the table. Now completely nude, she padded toward the mystical circle, her bare feet slapping gently on the ancient stone floor.

Callandra glared hatefully at the nude nun’s approaching body, but Sorcha could also see the glint of desire in the sorceress’ eyes. The witch had spent ages preying on men and women with her ravenous sexuality. The Mother Superior knew that her own physically perfect, voluptuous body presented far too great a temptation for the sorceress to resist.

At the edge of the circle, Mother Sorcha stopped again. Her hands on her hips, she brandished her magnificent body before the sorceress on the table.

“Do you like what you see, you little whore?” the nun asked, her voice a throaty snarl. “Do you understand that you are looking at a body that is better than yours in every way?”

“Better than mine? That remains to be seen. But I have always known that you are very beautiful, Sorcha,” the sorceress purred. “You’ve certainly done nothing to hide it, walking around with your tits hanging out. Not a very commendable way for a ‘holy’ woman to act.”

The Mother Superior snorted derisively. “You know that the rites I practice in this convent do not subscribe to the orthodox teachings of the Church,” Sorcha smiled. “We worship God by enjoying and celebrating all that the Holy One has given to us in the pleasure of our bodies. We seek pleasure as a way to show our reverence and love for the Great Father and Mother.”

Mother Sorcha’s eyes blazed. “But you have preyed upon the most vulnerable of our sisters, going after the ones who choose to be chaste and sometimes even attacking those who practice the erotic arts, draining them dry in your pursuit of your foul sorceries. Before now, you were too powerful to stop. But most of your power has been taken away and now we have you. Finally, you are going to pay the price of your debauchery.”

“You are just as debauched as I am, you fucking sow!” Callandra snarled. “You hate me because I have used the women you wanted for yourself! You are just as much a predator as I am!”

“You are a lying cunt!” the nun shouted. “I bring women to the light! You pull them into the dark!”

“Fuck you, Sorcha, you dirty slut! Everyone knows how a woman who should be withered, aged hag somehow has the body of woman in her prime!”

“Fuck you, Callandra! God rewards my love and worship with my body! You steal and corrupt! I give and am replenished!”

The women glared at each other, their hate flaring to full life. At the same time, their luscious bodies grew even more aroused. Sorcha’s inner thighs were streaked with pussy juice and her tits throbbed angrily. Callandra felt herself leaving puddle on the table’s padding and her pussy burned and ached with need. Her tits were on fire.

Mother Sorcha stepped back from the circle. “Enough. You have used your body against us for decades. Now, you will pay the price. You and I will meet and battle, woman to woman. Your body against mine. I will break your sex and take from you what you have taken from us, before I turn you over to the executioners at the stake!”

“You filthy sow!” Callandra growled. “My cunt is far too much for you to handle, you bitch!”

“Well, we will find out right now!” Sorcha snarled.

The nude Mother Superior stepped carefully over the etchings of the mystical prison. She was careful not to inadvertently rub or smudge the symbols. She felt the energy of the magic close around her. She walked to the side of the table and stared down at Callandra’s magnificent nude body. The ropes holding the sorceress were tight.

Sorcha smiled down at Callandra. The redheaded beauty glared at the chestnut-haired woman, her frustration fighting against her lust and desire. Both women detected the distinct scent of aroused pussy. It fed their mutual hunger.

Sorcha reached down and cupped one of the sorceress’ massive tits. The dense titmeat was far too much to contain in her hand. She stroked the firm flesh, caressing and rubbing it, increasing the force of her manipulations as she worked. Callandra groaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip, as Sorcha squeezed and twisted the distended, dark pink nipples. The sorceress moaned, her body sizzling with erotic heat. She twisted helplessly on the table, her wide, muscular hips jerking from side to side.

“You hypocritical holy whore!” Callandra gasped.

Mother Sorcha did not reply. Instead, she lowered her face to Callandra’s chest and took the thick, hard nipple into her mouth. She sucked and licked at the hard nub, biting and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She soon took as much of Callandra’s oversized tit into her mouth as she could and sucked with all her strength, biting and chewing at the throbbing meat as her hunger and lust grew uncontrollably. At the same time, she ran the palm of her hand down the witch’s smooth, muscled abdomen. The woman’s deep navel sucked her palm for a moment. Mother Sorcha’s hand slid onto the witch’s bare pudenda. She used her middle finger to trace the redhead’s wet, steaming fuck slit. She bit harder into Callandra’s tit as she teased the woman’s sizzling hot genitals, rubbing her wet pussy lips.

“Oh gods, fuck you, fuck you!” Callandra groaned. Her back arched and her hips jerked as she tried to press her pussy into Sorcha’s invading hand.

Sorcha slipped her middle finger inside of Callandra’s wet, tight twat, shoving it up the redhead’s slick vaginal canal. She rubbed and traced the labia, delighting as Callandra flexed her pussy and squeezed the invading digit. Sorcha carefully approached the woman’s engorged clit with her finger. She teased it on the edges, forcing groans and gasps of delight and need from the sorceress. Finally, Sorcha directly stroked and worried the burning sex horn. The sorceress screamed and lifted her ass off the table, her hips thrashing.

“You whore, you fucking whore!!” Callandra panted.

Sorcha pulled her face away from Callandra’s chest, her lips joined to the distended nipples with strings of spit. The Mother Superior’s beautiful face was glowing with heat and lust, her eyes were wild with need. She loved to sexually torture her prey but she could feel her self-control slipping. She had dreamed of having Callandra in this position for more years than she cared to remember. Now that she finally had the witch at her mercy, the bitch’s body was proving to be every bit as enticing as she had hoped.

Sorcha moaned deep in her throat. Her chestnut mane was as wild as Callandra’s red crown. Sorcha’s tits heaved as she panted deeply. She needed to feel Callandra’s cunt locked to her own, she needed to rub tits and bellies and thighs with this sorcerous whore. She needed to satisfy the unbearable lust filling her body to the brim.

“You dirty little whore,” the nun panted. Sorcha walked to the foot of the table, then crawled onto it on her hands and knees, coming up between Callandra’s wide-spread thighs. “I’m going to fuck you until your pussy is as dry as a desert.”

“You cheating cunt,” Callandra gasped. “Free my hands and feet, let’s fight on equal terms!”

“You’ll have your chance, fuck whore,” Mother Sorcha growled. “But I’m going to set the pace with you on my terms first!”

The nun lowered her face to Callandra’s naked genitals. Sorcha arched her back into her air and shoved her ass skyward so she could bend deep enough. From Callandra’s perspective, the nun’s beautiful buttocks formed a perfect heart shape. Sorcha rubbed her face in the sorceress’ wet pussy, inhaling deeply, enjoying the pungent scent of steaming cunt. She loved this smell, it was one she had enjoyed many times before with her holy sisters, and she savored it now. Callandra moaned and bucked, grunting in frustration.

Sorcha ran her tongue over the witch’s deep, thick-lipped slit, tasting the delicious lubrication. She used her fingers to spread Callandra’s pussy lips and slid her tongue along the woman’s pink, hot labia, teasing and sucking at the sensitive flesh. She penetrated the sorceress’ vagina, thrusting her tongue as far up the soaking canal as she could, and sucked in as much of the juices as she could fit in her mouth. She swallowed back what she sucked out. Sorcha ignored Callandra’s swollen, twitching clit for the moment, torturing the redhead by getting close to the throbbing sex nub but not quite touching it.

Finally, she licked Callandra’s burning clit. The sorceress cried out in a choking gasp. Sorcha could not resist any longer. She licked and then wrapped her lips around the pulsing nub and sucked hard.

“Oh gods, you fucking, fucking BITCH!!” Callandra howled, her body writhing and jerking against her bonds.

Callandra screamed and screamed as Sorcha worried the exquisitely sensitive nerve with her teeth, driving the redhead insane with electrical sensations.

Sorcha found herself aroused beyond all endurance. As much as she enjoyed sexually torturing the vile witch, her body was sending her the clear message that it needed its own satisfaction. She knew that once she started cunt-fucking Callandra, she and the sorceress would be battling on very even terms. However, the tidal wave of lust that she had been holding back for decades was raging inside of her and she knew that her sexual dams would not hold. She needed to feel the whore’s body under her, inside of her, to feel the incredible pleasure of having Callandra ejaculate into her body, even as she ejaculated into the redhead. She needed to feel the weight of Callandra’s tits contesting with her own, she needed to feel their sweat-soaked bodies struggling, belly to belly, tit to tit.

Sorcha ran her tongue up Callandra’s belly, sucking and invading the woman’s navel, working her way up to the witch’s bulging tits. Sorcha ran her tongue up the underside of each boob, tasting the sweat, then sucked mercilessly on each throbbing tit. She could feel the tinge of nipple cum on each breast and knew the redhead was not far from nipple orgasms.

“You bitch, you fucking, fucking bitch!” Callandra moaned, her body writhing in heat. “Fuck me, you slut, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!”

Sorcha finally reached Callandra’s beautiful face. She aligned her perfect, voluptuous body with the equally perfect body under her. She raised her tits over the sorceress’ tits, then dropped her meaty breasts directly onto Callandra’s matching chest. The women’s bellies slapped tight. Callandra arched her back, pressing their bellies even tighter, flexing her abdomen so that their navels sucked into each other. The women rolled their shoulders, massaging their titmeat against the other, shifting their hard nipples within the dense flesh until they met and rubbed and burned before they finally sealed, nipple hole to hole. Mother Sorcha slipped her arms around Callandra’s shoulders and grabbed the sorceress’ head and hair. She glared down into the woman’s green eyes. Their faces were nose to nose, their hot breath mixed, their lips touched as they panted furiously, lustfully.

Sorcha’s slick inner thighs slid on Callandra’s equally slick, hot inner thighs. Both women moaned in unison, indescribable heat and need flaring through their genitals. Sorcha lined up her aching fuck slit with Callandra’s matching pudenda, she readied herself for the thrust that would seal her fuckmeat to the sorceress’ steaming cunt and begin this battle that she had craved for so long.

“Here it comes, you little fuck, here it comes,” Sorcha hissed at her rival. “I’m finally going to show you the true power of the cunt of a woman of God!”

The sorceress glared at her tormenter defiantly.

“Give it to me, you fucking cunt,” Callandra whispered. “Let’s go clit to clit and cunt to cunt until we both know which of us is the better bitch.”

“Fuck you, Callandra,” Sorcha moaned. She thrust down with her hips, she powered the thrust with her ass. Callandra humped up to meet her.

The women’s steaming genitals mated with a hot, wet slap. Fuckmeat merged with fuckmeat, their cuntlips spread and opened, sucking and sealing. Wet labia fused with labia, succulent pussies gripped each other tight. The women’s swollen clits met head to head, the nerve-rich nubs crushing and holding, sending searing pleasure rolling through the women’s luscious bodies in waves of ecstasy.

“GOD, FUCKING GOD!!” Sorcha screamed, her body instantly attaining a level of pleasure it usually took her hours to achieve. In an instant, every dream she had ever had of getting Callandra under her and inside of her was fulfilled and she knew that they were just beginning.

“YES, YES, OH FUCKING GOD, YES!!” Callandra howled. The nun’s cunt was unbearably powerful, unbelievably pleasurable. She had fully expected her experienced clit to crush and master the Mother Superior’s clit easily. Instead, she could feel that she was in for the battle of her long life.

Sorcha’s tawny body writhed and twisted on top of Callandra’s lush form, grinding and grinding clit to clit. The nun desperately held onto her self-control, barely able to contain the incredible orgasm threatening to flow through every nerve in her body at any moment. Her ass rippled powerfully, her hips moved rhythmically.

Callandra moved with her, keeping their pulsing, aching clits glued together, tip to tip, length to length, beating unbearable pleasure into both women.

The women’s bodies wriggled and writhed, the women rubbing tits and bellies, giving each other as much sensual pleasure as they could summon. They understood that a victory in this battle depended on which of them could control and overwhelm the sexual power of the other. Nose to nose, mouth to mouth, their moans and gasps filled the air. Sorcha controlled Callandra’s head with her hands. Holding the sorceress’ face still, Sorcha drove her mouth deep into Callandra’s mouth, sealing them into a savage kissfight. The sorceress was more than happy to engage. The women’s tongues pushed and shoved, twisted and knotted, as their mouths battled furiously. They spat into each other, hot saliva mixing and sliding inside their locked mouths.

They broke their kiss in a spray of spit and rested cheek to cheek, gasping for air, as their asses moved, undulating in rhythm. Their clit war forced more and more pleasure on their grinding bodies. Their massive tits burned with sexual heat, their nipples locked and seared, their bodies totally at war.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

“Unnngggghhh!!”

“Fuck oh fuck…!”

“Whore, fucking stinking whore….!”

“Cunt!”

“Slut!”

On and on they fucked, 20 minutes becoming an hour, an hour becoming nearly two. The room filled with their cries and moans. The enthralling scent of sweat and sex scented the hot, humid air.

The women held back the orgasmic torrent raging inside of them, neither willing to surrender to the other. The women’s bodies were soaked with sweat, their nipples threatening to ejaculate into each other, the padding beneath their writhing forms saturated with perspiration and pussy juice. Their lush, voluptuous bodies trembled and shuddered with barely-controlled sexual tension.

Sorcha placed her hands on either side of Callandra’s body and pushed herself up slightly. It was enough to ease some of the pressure on their mushroomed tits. The nun used her advantageous position to rock her body forward, scraping nipples relentlessly with Callandra’s nips, thrusting her cunt deeper and harder into the sorceress’ steaming twat. The extra movement allowed her to stimulate her enemy’s body just a little more effectively. Callandra was an experienced sex warrior, however, and she managed to use the slight easing to move her body as erotically as she could, trying to compensate for Sorcha’s greater freedom.

The women were delirious with sexual pleasure. Their exquisite bodies were filled to their limit with sensual power, with raw, pure erotic ecstasy. Sorcha did not know it was possible for a body to contain so much pleasure without exploding in orgasmic delight. Callandra had not been fucked so completely in a very, very long time. She teetered on the edge of losing all control.

Sorcha’s face dripped sweat and tears onto Callandra’s equally wet, tear-streaked face. Their luscious bodies quivered with sexual tension, their swollen clits had twisted and fused into one. Sorcha knew she could not last much longer. She stared desperately into Callandra’s eyes and saw the same desperation. The women’s rolling tits were squashed tight, bulging out onto their necks. Their bodies were melting together, their sexual senses overloaded with sensation.

“You dirty whore,” Sorcha moaned. “I’m going to cum, dear Christ, I’m going to cum so hard…” She did not think she could last another second.

“Yes, oh fucking God, yes,” Callandra moaned. “I can’t hold it back, dear gods, I can’t hold it back…”

“Together,” Sorcha gasped.

“Yes,” Callandra agreed.

The women came at the same instant. Their pussies melted together in a gusher of ecstasy so intense it felt as though their genitals had melted into one. Sorcha and Callandra ejaculated into each other, releasing gushers of cum directly into each other’s bodies. Their screams echoed around the room, combining into howls of pleasure, that soon turned to choking sobs as their bodies reached peaks of pleasure they could not express.

Sorcha sealed her mouth to Callandra’s mouth. Their tongues twisted and knotted in pleasure as their bodies shuddered and quaked through one overwhelming orgasmic release after another. Their nipples ejaculated powerfully, their nipple cum searing the inside of their tits and leaking out to coat their chests. For more than ten minutes, the nun and the sorceress took each other to the peak of exquisite ecstasy again and again and again…

Sorcha collapsed on top of Callandra. Their bodies quivered and shuddered for some time in the aftermath as the sexual shockwaves rippled through their flesh. The women rested cheek to cheek, Sorcha drooling into Callandra’s mouth, their thick hair tangled into wild knots, curtaining their faces and getting into their mouths.

Sorcha and Callandra floated in the afterglow. After some time, Mother Sorcha stirred. She slowly, reluctantly, pushed her lush, perfect body up off of the sorceress. Their tits were joined by strings of nipple cum. When she disengaged their succulent pussies, a gush of mixed cum flowed onto the padded table. Their naked twats remained joined by thick, viscous strands of cum. Sorcha peeled her body off of Callandra and sat back. Her body was streaked with sweat and ejaculate.

The nun stared down at the sorceress’ voluptuous body, already filthy with the signs of hot, hard sex. Callandra glared at Sorcha, waiting to see what else the woman would do, what ways she would use her advantage to press more sexual ecstasy on her helpless captive.

Sorcha reached out and unlocked the restraints holding Callandra’s ankles in place. Before the sorceress could fully register what had happened, Sorcha leaned over Callandra’s body, her massive tits striking the sorceress in the face, and undid the bonds on the redhead’s wrists.

Sorcha sat back on the table as Callandra sat up, rubbing her wrists, surprised at being free again.

The Mother Superior glared hatefully and lustfully at her rival. She sat back and braced her body with her arms, then spread her legs wide, presenting her cum-slimed cunt to her enemy.

Callandra immediately reciprocated. She braced her body, spread her legs, and pushed her body towards Sorcha’s body, until they were nearly scissored in the middle of the table. Their naked, cum-soaked twats stopped only centimeters apart, ready for combat, overflowing with pure desire.

The women shared hateful, lustful glares. They could feel the sexual heat radiating off their swollen cunts, they could see their engorged clits twitching and throbbing with sexual power. Their tits jiggled as they moved into position.

“Now,” the nun murmured, “now we fight as equals. Let’s see who can outfuck the other.”

Part II: A Fight for Supremacy

“You’ve made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life, you slut,” Callandra growled.

“Let’s find out, you redheaded hag,” the nun purred.

The women shared vicious smiles. Then, signaling with their eyes, they jerked their hips.

Their angry, hungry pussies slapped together wetly. Juicy pink labia met and merged. Their pulsing clits crushed, head to head, and sent a spike of pure pleasure roaring through both women. Their jerking hips pressed thick, succulent fuck lips together. Their vaginas sucked, fusing and joining their bodies. The women leaned back on their arms and rubbed furiously, clits grinding and grinding, juicy cunts fusing as the heat between their bodies grew exponentially. Their equally massive tits bounced in unison, spraying sweat as they jerked up and down continuously, moving in time with the women’s powerful hips.

Callandra and Sorcha threw back their heads, their long, thick hair wild and unkempt, and moaned in shared ecstasy. Their pussies battled furiously, the full rage that both women had felt towards the other for so long now finally expressed as they fucked savagely, hatefully. Sorcha was determined to fuck the sorceress into submission, to break the bitch with her cunt and the insatiable sexual power of her perfect, voluptuous body. Callandra was equally determined to humble the nun, to make the bitch pay for capturing her. The sorceress had the added motivation of needing to escape. If Sorcha overpowered her and outfucked her, she would lose her chance.

The nun and the sorceress pounded and ground their aching twats together with all their strength, both women trying to overpower the other with sheer pleasure. Their swollen, throbbing clits fenced and rubbed mercilessly, until the hard, taut nerves twined into a knot.

“Oh, FUCKKK!!” Sorcha screamed, her body shuddering with the intensity of the sensations racing through her flesh as her clit exploded with electricity.

“GODS, OH GODDDDSSSS!!” Callandra shrieked, her voluptuous body convulsing with pleasure.

The women continued pumping their hips, even as tears streamed down their beautiful faces, as their visages contorted into expressions of sexual agony.

Callandra reached out and grasped one of Sorcha’s beautiful, bouncing tits, and squeezed the taut meat ferociously, twisting the hard nipple between her fingers. Sorcha screamed, but she seemed unable to respond. Her head remained thrown back, her eyes shut tight, her teeth clenched as she concentrated on holding back the tsunami of erotic pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. Sorcha kept her hips jerking as she matched Callandra thrust for thrust. The sorceress released the nun’s delicious tit and braced her body fully, once more, with both hands.

For some time, the fuckfighting women continued to thrust and rock, their perfect bodies perfectly matched, as they pounded ecstasy into each other. Their moans and cries of pleasure grew higher and louder, harmonizing in a symphony of sexual bliss, as they rode each other closer and closer to the edge of orgasmic release. Their screams of raw pleasure echoed through the stone chamber. The women lost all track of time as the pleasure saturating their pumping bodies grew more and more unbearable.

Callandra felt herself losing control. Every nerve in her body was on fire, thrumming with sexual pleasure. She knew she could not hold back a multi-orgasmic explosion much longer. She concentrated, opening her eyes to glare at Mother Sorcha. The nun’s head was still thrown back, moans and cries of joy pouring from her lips, her massive tits bouncing deliciously, the muscles in her toned belly rippling as her ass and hips pumped her cunt into Callandra’s aching twat. Still keeping her hips rotating and grinding her cunt into the nun’s juicy fuckmeat, the sorceress pushed herself slightly closer to her fuckfighting rival. Callandra gripped the mattress tightly with one hand and used the other hand to lash out. She slapped the nun’s massive, jolting tits savagely, sending the wobbling, meaty glands bouncing to the side.

“Unnnggghh!!” Mother Sorcha cried out, her eyes flashing open, a painful expression etched on her gorgeous face, as the world of sensual pleasure she was immersed in was rudely interrupted by the shock.

“You cunt!” Sorcha snarled, raising her hand to slap at Callandra in retaliation, leaving only one hand bracing her body on the bed.

Callandra bucked hard with her hips, driving her pussy as deep into Sorcha’s fuckmeat as she could. The nun suddenly found herself falling onto her back. Callandra followed her down, quickly mounting the nun, raising her body over Sorcha’s and slamming her massive, meaty tits down onto the chestnut-haired woman’s matching rack. Their bellies slapped hard and Callandra slammed her dripping fuckmeat down onto Sorcha’s open, drooling cunt. The women’s pussies mated once more, their swollen clits stabbing and sliding together electrically. Callandra drove her clit hard onto Sorcha’s throbbing sexhorn. The Mother Superior fought back, meeting the sorceress thrust for thrust.

“Damn you, God damn you!” the panting nun cursed, her hair wild around her head, her eyes blazing with hate and lust.

“He already has, you juicy little fuck!” the sorceress sneered. Sorcha grabbed Callandra’s thick red hair and pulled savagely, with one hand. Her other hand dug into the redhead’s pumping, tawny ass, pulling the woman into the nun’s cunt even harder, deeper.

Callandra grabbed Sorcha by the sides of her face, pulling viciously at the nun’s hair. Holding her head in place, the sorceress forced her mouth onto the nun’s, thrusting her tongue into Sorcha’s eager mouth. The women’s tongues thrashed and pushed, struggling for domination in a passionate hate kiss. Their bodies undulated frantically, every inch of naked flesh searing and mated to every inch on the other woman.

Sorcha broke their kiss to throw back her head and shriek in bliss. She came like a fountain, her pussy contracting and releasing shot after shot of ejaculate into Calladra’s dominant pussy. The redheaded sorceress held out for several seconds. Then she let go, allowing herself to erupt in a series of toe-curling, shuddering orgasms. She emptied her cunt into Sorcha’s body, her hot cum mixing with that of the nun as they used each other as cum buckets.

For nearly ten minutes, the thrashing women pulled orgasm after orgasm out of the other’s perfect body. They finally collapsed, their limbs twined, their long hair matted and tangled, their bodies soaked in sweat, their pussies and bellies coated in cum.

Finally, Callandra rolled off of the chestnut-haired holy woman. The women lay side by side, their breasts pressed tight, their hips crushed, their thighs aligned. Their sweat-coated bodies quivered in the aftermath of intense sexual pleasure.

“You are every bit as good a fuck as I had hoped,” Callandra murmured. “I have lusted after your cunt for decades, you holy whore. Now, I finally have you and you are living up to my most hopeful expectations.”

Sorcha grunted in acknowledgement. “You are a magnificent fuck too, you filthy hag. But that fact is not going to stop me from breaking your body, of sucking your cunt dry, with my pussy. I will make you pay for preying on my sisters all these years.”

Callandra smiled evilly. “Then come and take your revenge, you fuck whore. My pussy is ready and waiting.” She spread her legs wide, in invitation.

Sorcha snarled. Part of her hated that the redheaded bitch was such an incredible fuck, but she was not surprised. The sorceress had centuries of experience using her magnificent body to tempt and satisfy men, women, demons and beings in-between. God only knew what kind of swollen pricks had gone up the witch’s fuck hole and asshole, what kind of semen and other ejaculates her luscious body had absorbed. Sorcha pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure that her’s was the last cum the redhead bitch’s twat would ever drink!

The nun rolled on top of the sorceress. The women shuddered in mutual delight as their lush bodies aligned once more. Thick, meaty tits mashed hard, nipples searing as they mated. Solid bellies flattened, dripping fuck slits lined up. Throbbing clits met head to head and clashed in erotic ecstasy. The fucking went on and on. They took turns on top when they were not scissored tight, grinding and pumping, their burning, aching cunts fused into a meaty join, ejaculating into each other over and over.

More than 12 hours later, the nun and sorceress lay sprawled flat on their backs on the table. The pad was soaked with their sweat and cum. They were mated between their legs, their naked twats sealed, slotted into one, their juicy fuck lips flat and hot to each other, their pulsing clits touching. Their lush bodies were streaked with sweat and womanly ejaculate, their thick hair were bushy, tangled manes forming wild halos around their heads. They had been cuntfucking this entire time. Callandra decided it was time to try something else.

Wearily, the redheaded sorceress pushed her torso up on her elbows. Sorcha did not stir, but lay supine, her arm thrown over her eyes, her beautiful tits rising and falling with her deep breaths. Callandra pulled their sucked cunts apart. Both women moaned, a combination of disappointment and tiredness. Sorcha lowered her arm and looked at Callandra, readying herself for whatever the redheaded bitch wanted to do next. While both women were tired, their insatiable sexual energies were pumped up and raging through their bodies. Whatever they did to each other, they were both still a long way from being exhausted.

“Let’s eat and suck, fucker,” the redhead purred. “I’ve always wanted to taste that succulent little twat of your’s. Let’s see if you taste as good as the other little nuns I’ve eaten over the centuries.”

“Bring your diseased fuckhole to me, you slut,” the nun sneered. “I will teach you how to really suck a clit and eat a pussy.”

The redhead smiled. She got to her knees, then backed her luscious body down that of the equally gorgeous nun, until her dripping cunt was directly over Sorcha’s beautiful face. The Mother Superior looped her arms around the sorceress’ wide hips, spread her hands on the woman’s delicious ass and raised her head to sniff and rub her nose into the redhead’s juicy cunt. Sorcha licked the naked pudenda, tasting the delicious ejaculate, teasing the swelling clit. She ran her tongue all the way up into Callandra’s tight asshole, using her hands to spread the woman’s ass cheeks and probe deeper, before sucking at the puckered anus. Callandra ministered to Sorcha in the same way, her eager tongue plunging deep into the nun’s soaking twat, her lips wrapping around the brunette’s rock-hard clit and sucking ravenously.

The women devoured each other hungrily, fingers thrusting into cunts and assholes, teasing and probing, stroking and stimulating. They rolled onto their sides, wrapped their sweaty, cum-crusted thighs around the other’s head, and consumed each other from positions of equality. Callandra used her fist first, penetrating and reaming out Sorcha’s juicy cunt, prompting the nun to fist the sorceress viciously in retaliation. Sorcha was the first to shove her hand into her opponent’s tight, hot asshole, and then ball it into a fist and piston the sorceress savagely. Callandra happily replied in kind.

It took more than an hour of endless stimulation, sucking, licking, eating, before the first delicious orgasmic explosion. Callandra moaned tortuously as her quivering body, unable to hold back anymore, erupted into the nun’s beautiful face. Sorcha lustily closed her mouth over the sorceress’ ejaculating cunt and took as much into her throat as she could, until she was almost choking. No longer having to hold back, the nun came volcanically into the redhead’s face, covering the witch woman in hot cum, streaking her hair and cheeks with the creamy substance. The women kept sucking and tonguing each other, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of their rival, until they finally released each other and collapsed, gasping and moaning, on the make-shift bed.

“First blood to me, you cunt,” Sorcha gloated, when she had finally recovered her breath. “I am disappointed. I thought your lifetimes of experience and skill were supposed to be unbeatable.”

“Fuck you, whore, just fuck you,” Callandra grunted. “I can only guess how much pussy you have sucked over your life to get to the point that you can beat me. But we are only just starting, you vicious little cunt.”

Snarling with hate, the two women plunged back into their enemy’s juicy, sex-slimed pussy and resumed their 69 duel. Hours passed as the nun and the sorceress devoured each other, eating and eating, consuming each other with a ferocity and shared hate and lust that broke all boundaries. They sucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other in a see-saw battle that left them soaked in their rival’s cum, their hair matted with ejaculate, their gorgeous faces damp with dripping fuck slime. They rolled back and forth on the table, their groans and moans of shared ecstasy muffled by their rival’s pussy.

Sorcha and Callandra finally rolled too far and plummeted off the side of the table onto the hard, stone floor. Their bodies hit hard but even this was not enough to separate them. They continued eating until their bodies went rigid in more excruciatingly powerful orgasms. Finally, they rolled apart.

“You bitch. You fucking bitch.” Sorcha’s eyes blazed with heat, but also with almost insane lust. Her body was alive, throbbing in every nerve, her flesh on fire with a sexual desire so pure and so overwhelming that she felt her mind leaving her body, she felt nothing but an animal hunger that needed satisfaction. She had only gotten to this point once before in her life, when the needs of her body were so overpowering that she lost all rational thought. Now, all that mattered to her was fucking the redhead, fucking and fucking and fucking until her hunger was satisfied.

“You whore. You fucking, fucking whore,” Callandra snarled. The glare of sexual insanity in her eyes matched that of the nun. She had experienced this hunger many times before, but not for many years and never with another woman. Now, the intense need filling every cell in her body, every nerve, could only be satiated by fucking the other woman into a coma and satisfying her every bodily need on the nun’s lush form.

The women got to their knees and threw themselves at each other, desperate to bring their flesh into contact, to feast on their rival’s luscious body. Their massive tits squashed and mashed, their hard bellies slapped tight. They wrapped arms around each other and hugged, burying one hand in the other woman’s thick, disheveled mane, and jerking hard. Nose to nose, Sorcha and Callandra glared into the other, their mutual animal lust reflected, their raw, wild hunger thrilling both of them.

“I’m going to fuck you to death, Callandra,” the nun growled, her rage and lust overflowing.

“I’m going to fuck your cunt off, Sorcha, you slut!” Callandra moaned in reply.

The women mouths slammed together in pure animal hunger. Their tongues pushed and shoved, their hands gripped and squeezed sweaty flesh. Struggling, they fell to the floor and began rolling back and forth, pussies pounding, each woman trying to fuck her enemy into submission.

Screaming, moaning, snarling in lust and rage, the two women descended into a world of carnal fury. They fucked ferociously, grinding and pumping, biting and scratching, cumming and cumming into each other with each devastating climax. The savage women lost all sense of themselves. Their world became the other woman’s body, the need to take as much pleasure as they could from the other’s flesh, to fuck and fuck and fuck until they could not fuck any more. All rational thought left the nun and the sorceress and they became carnal animals, needing only to rut and grind and ravage each other until one of them destroyed the other.

The women rolled all over the mystical circular prison that kept Callandra’s power at bay. A few hours into the fuckwar, Callandra sensed that something had changed, that power was trickling back into her body, tickling at her mystical senses. She paid it no mind. She was too focused on the pleasures of the flesh, of the need to break her rival, to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Many hours later, the women lay together, Callandra mounted on top of Sorcha, their delicious bodies moving in unison, clits fused together, hips and asses pumping, tits docked, nipples searing with heat. The women held each other by the hair, staring balefully into each other’s eyes, watching as the erotic intensity of their fucking suddenly hit a sexual limit. Their eyes widened in astonishment as every nerve in their bodies set on fire, as the pleasure in their inosculated cunts passed a threshold that was beyond human endurance. Callandra and Sorcha felt as though their bodies melted and fused into one, every spasm of heat an explosion of purest erotic sensation. They could not even scream as their minds and senses overloaded with pleasure.

Trapped together, they shared ultimate ecstasy until they could not take it anymore. The nun’s eyes rolled back into her head as her mind forced her to retreat from sensations too great to withstand. An instant later, the sorceress joined her. They ejaculated into each other, gushing with cum.

For more than an hour, the women lay unconscious, Callandra sprawled on top of Sorcha. The redheaded witch finally stirred. A trickle of mystical power ran through her body. Gasping, half-unconscious, she muttered a spell. A surge of energy pulsed through her, clearing her mind, feeding energy into her supple muscles.

Slowly, Callandra rolled off of the nun’s supine body. She looked down at her legs and saw that they were on the outside of the mystical circle. For the first time, she fully realized that her fuckwar with the Mother Superior had caused their sweaty, cum-soaked bodies to smudge and erase many of the runic symbols needed to maintain the integrity of the mystic prison. She was not sure when the barrier had first failed, but it was probably sometime fairly soon into their battle on the floor.

The redhead looked at her fuck enemy and smiled. The nun had been every bit as fantastic a rival as she could ever have hoped. Their battle had been epic, but she had won – or, at least, won enough to be the first to recover. She murmured another spell and made a hand gesture over Sorcha’s face. The nun frowned and mumbled in her sleep, but the sorceress was confident that the sleeping spell would keep the other woman under control for a while.

Callandra got unsteadily to her feet. Her body stank of sex but she could not do anything about that. She walked over to the table where Sorcha had left her clothing. The sorceress quickly pulled on the nun’s cleavage-baring frock and the wimple. She pulled on Sorcha’s boots, which fit her perfectly. Finally, she took the cross and let it hang into the crevasse between her tanned tits. The holy symbol was warm to her touch and she suspected she would not be able to wear it too long before it started to burn, but it would be necessary for her to get out. Her body was almost identical to that of Sorcha, but she would need to cast a small glamor on her face to deceive anyone she might meet. She tucked her red hair into the wimple and clopped across the stone floor, the boots loud and her gait a bit unsteady. The fuckwar with the nun had taken a great deal out of her. She needed to be careful.

Callandra used the cross to open the prison door and headed out into the dark corridor beyond, closing the door firmly behind her. With any luck, Sorcha would be locked down there a good while before anyone knew she was gone.

The sorceress did not need light. She could see in the dark. She made her way down the blackened corridor to the spiral stairs and began the trek up the ten levels to the surface. She tried to contain her excitement. She was so close to escaping, but there was still a lot that could go wrong. Halfway up, she heard voices approaching her. She cast her glamor to cover her face with Sorcha’s visage. Two beautiful nuns came down the curve of the stairs, talking in hushed tones. They paused when they saw her and bowed their heads.

“Mother Sorcha,” they both intoned. Callandra nodded at them, trying to give the impression of being too busy to talk, and continued on. Thankfully, they did not speak to her further.

The sorceress left the dungeon and quickly made her way to the outer door. Again, luck was on her side. No one stopped her or spoke to her and a nod of her head was all the acknowledgement the sisters she did encounter seemed to need.

Callandra walked across the convent yard to the stables. The cross around her neck, nestled in her cleavage, had begun to warm up and she considered removing it, but she decided to hold out a bit longer. She approached a beautiful black horse in its stall. The animal stirred uneasily as she approached but a quick spell of domination brought it under control. She got onto the horse bare back. She was used to riding that way and she did not want to waste time looking for a saddle. She sat side-saddle and led the animal out of the stall and into the paddock. She trotted the horse towards the gate.

“Open the gate,” Callandra said to the guard, her voice imperious. She did not offer any other explanation.

The guard hesitated for only a moment, then did as he was told. Callandra had just crossed the threshold of the gate when she heard a commotion behind her.

“Stop her! Stop that whore!”

The redheaded sorceress glanced back. Mother Sorcha was racing across the yard, her naked body fully visible under a hastily thrown on frock, her bare feet pounding on the muddy ground, her hair wild and her eyes blazing with rage. Behind her, the two nuns Callandra had encountered on the step were running to keep up.

Callandra let her glamor fall. She jerked the cross from her neck and threw it into the dirt. “Here is your worthless trinket, Sorcha!” the sorceress cried. “Find it in the dirt, where it belongs!”

Callandra threw her thigh across the horse’s back and sat fully on its back, the animal’s powerful muscles pushing into her naked, slick cunt. It felt wonderful and the motion of the horse pressed and pushed at her hard clit. She spurred her mount on, using her magic to push the animal to its limit. She raced across the fields, towards the dense forest and the mountains beyond, where she would find her places of power. She looked back to see knights on horseback pouring out of the convent yard. She smiled viciously. Even weakened, she could cast spells that would confuse her pursuers. She was free!

The redheaded sorceress made the cover of the deep, dark forest but she did not reduce her pace. Her home was more than two days hard ride from here, but the further she went into the trees, the more she felt her power return. The incident that had left her robbed of sorcerous power and vulnerable to capture had only robbed her temporarily. It would not be too long until she was back to full strength. Then, maybe, she would see about revenge. For now, she bolted for freedom. A short distance into the forest, her back arched in orgasm as the stimulation from the horse’s back paid off. She threw back her head to scream in pleasure and triumph.

Sorcha watched the shock of red hair disappear into the forest. A few minutes later, she heard Callandra’s scream of pleasure and she snarled, recognizing it for what it was. A surge of rage and hate filled her and she barely kept from screaming in reply. The borrowed frock she was wearing flapped around her naked body. She did not care about being nude in the convent yard. In truth, all of her sisters and many of the guards had seen her nude in the past. She was enraged that she had managed to lose the most dangerous sorceress in the land, that she had somehow lost a sexual war to the filthy cunt!

Sorcha was embarrassed and she was angry. Callandra had managed to escape, but Sorcha swore she would get the whore back.

“That bitch is going to be back in that dungeon, no matter what it takes,” Sorcha snarled aloud. One of the young nuns looked set to ask her a question, but thought better of it when she saw Sorcha’s eyes.

“That fucking whore is going to be mine!”

Part III: A Battle in the Woods

Mother Sorcha coaxed her reluctant mare up through the dense thickets surrounding a certain hill deep in the forest. The elevation was part of series of foothills that led up to black mountains rising beyond. The horse was wary, sensing numerous dark mystical traps and protections. The nun’s divine magic pushed these protections back but the clash of powerful forces created a flurry of mystical energy that the animal found unnerving. After a while, the nun dismounted from the horse. She saw no point in forcing her mount deeper into the woods, creating unnecessary stress for it, when she was within walking distance of her goal. She had been sitting full on the horse’s back, her thighs on either side of its powerful body, and her bare pussy had been getting slick as it rubbed against the smooth leather of the saddle. She did not need to be overstimulated when she reached her quarry and the walk would give her a chance to cool down and prepare.

Sorcha was wearing a dark, heavy, hooded cape as protection against the elements. It had been cold and rainy when she had left the convent four days before, but it was not raining now, though it was cool and grey. She trekked through the dense forest for almost an hour, following animal trails and using her mystically honed senses to guide her, until she saw the signs of a clearing up ahead. She stepped out into the open space. She was facing a small, cozy looking house. A little plume of grey smoke rose from the chimney. The hut looked cheerful and bright, even in the struggling sunlight.

Sorcha stopped on the edge of the clearing. She could feel the power of the sorcerous barrier surrounding and protecting the hut. She reached out and touched it. The energy dome reverberated. She did not try to push through. If the woman in the house had not known she was here before, she did now. Sorcha waited.

After a few minutes, the door to the hut opened and Callandra stepped out. The sorceress’ wild red hair hung around her shoulders. She was wearing a soft cotton tunic, cinched at the waist with a rough-hewn rope belt, but otherwise plain. It clung to her incredible curves and the plunging, open neckline revealed an impressive display of cleavage and expanse of naked tit. Her massive breasts shifted easily on her chest and it was clear that the sorceress was nude beneath her shift. The tunic dropped only to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare and her feet were clad in soft-soled boots.

Sorcha let her heavy cloak fall to the ground. She stood with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a black frock, cut just as low and revealing on her chest as what the witch was wearing. Her cross glinted in the crevasse between her heavy tits. Her frock also only fell to mid-thigh and her legs were bare. Her feet were covered in thick leather riding boots to mid-calf. Her long, chestnut hair hung around her shoulders in waves.

The redheaded sorceress walked to the edge of the clearing and smiled as she put her hands on her hips, to match Sorcha. The women arranged themselves, the nubs of their thick, hard nipples pointed directly at each other, tenting their respective tunics.

“How nice. The Mother Superior herself comes to see me.” Callandra smiled viciously. “It’s been more than two months since I left the hospitality of your lecherous convent. I had thought you’d given up.”

“I don’t give up that easily, cunt,” Sorcha snapped. “I’m here to take you back to the dungeon, bitch.”

The sorceress stepped a bit closer, until she and the nun were less than 15 centimeters apart. Their hard nipples jabbed at their clothing, trying to get at each other. “How do you plan to do that, fucker? This barrier will keep you and your holy cunt out for as long as I will it. And I’m not letting you in.”

“Yes, you will let me in,” Sorcha smiled grimly. “Because you and I are going to pick up exactly where we left off.”

The redhead smiled wider. “You’re here for another fuckfight, you whore? Did your little mind explode with what I did with you? Does your little cunt need the kiss of my thicker, juicier, stronger twat to feel good?”
“I’m here to fight you, Callandra. My holy blessing against your sorcerous black magic. You lower the barrier and we can test our power against each other. It’s time to settle this thing between us, once and for all.”

The sorceress smiled. “That’s a bit different, you holy whore. Do you really think you can match my magic with the drivel that you and your nuns spout?”

“The power of God and the angels is strong in me, you redheaded slut. I don’t want to use that power to lower your barrier, but I will if I need to do so.”

The Mother Superior’s eyes flashed with rage. After her defeat and humiliation at the hands and cunt of the bitch sorceress before her, she had needed to fight to maintain her place in her holy office. She had to battle against other sisters, old rivals in their order, who had seized on the evidence of her weakness to challenge her leadership. In Sorcha’s holy order, such challenges were met through erotic combat, woman against woman, cunt against cunt. She battled four other senior nuns, one after the other, before she had reestablished her domination and respect. The battles had been grueling and she had almost lost at least twice. Now, she was planning to take out all of her rage and humiliation on this redheaded whore.

Callandra looked interested. For the first time, her expression changed from that of a mocking grin to a more serious face. “I am intrigued, little whore. Very well.” Callandra stepped even closer to the barrier. “But I want you to understand this now: when I defeat you, when I break your weak little magic and fuck your body into the ground, you will never leave here again. You will be my slave, my fucktoy, for all the rest of your miserable little life.”

“And I want you to understand, you red cunt,” the nun growled. “When I am done with you, I will drag you back to the dungeon and you will be my slave. You will be spreading your legs for me until I’m tired of fucking you raw or your aged, haggish body crumbles into dust!”

The sorceress’ eyes flashed. “I’m glad we understand each other. Then, let’s begin. The winner gets the loser as her fuck slave forever.”

The nun nodded, her eyes blazing with hate and pure, unvarnished lust.

The redhead took several steps back into the clearing, then gestured. The air in front of Sorcha shimmered and she could feel an opening in the side of the barrier. She stepped through and into the clearing. Immediately, she felt the barrier close behind her.

The sorceress walked further into the clearing and stopped when she was at its center. She pulled her short boots off her feet and threw them aside to stand barefoot in the grass. Sorcha understood that the other woman’s sorcerous power was enhanced through direct conduct with the Earth, the ultimate source of her strength. The sorceress undid her rope belt and tossed it away, too.

The nun reached down and removed her boots. She wiggled her bare toes in the grass and then walked up to Callandra. The women glared at each other, hands on their hips.

“You want your bare feet on the ground too, hm?” the sorceress said. “I wonder if your magic is not just another form of mine.”

“Don’t equate my holy power with your wretched dark magic, bitch,” Sorcha snapped. “I am blessed by God and the angels. Their divine strength is in the Earth. My power is pure. Yours is tainted by demons and debauchery.”

“Debauchery, hm? That is rich, coming from a holy slut like you. We fucked each other senseless, cunt, or have you forgotten? You rode me just as hard as I rode you! But the better pussy won!”

“Fuck you, Callandra!” the nun cried. “Enough of this. I’m going to break you right now and then drag you back to the convent by your hair!”

The nun extended her open hands to the sorceress. Her eyes flashing dangerously, Callandra reached out. The women touched hands. A shudder ran through their voluptuous bodies as their bare skin made contact, sending a spark of erotic electricity through their breasts and into their pulsing twats. Their eyes locked, green to blue. The women intertwined their fingers as they pushed palm to palm. Power flowed, massive sexual power, but it was eclipsed by monstrous magical energy. The air around the women grew thick as powerful forces gathered.

“Let’s begin,” the nun whispered. The sorceress nodded.

Power flowed from the women’s locked hands in an effort to overwhelm the supernatural energy and violate the body of the other woman. Instantly, Sorcha and Callandra threw everything they had into trying to break down and penetrate the other woman’s defense, to overpower the other woman and drive them to their knees. Raw force radiated out from their struggling bodies, lighting up the clearing, sending shocks of electricity rippling into the forest, flashing into the sky. The wind howled as the energies clashed, sending vibrations rumbling through the clearing. The women’s bare feet pressed into the soft earth, their toes digging in as they anchored themselves to draw even more power out of the ground.

The supernatural rivals gritted their teeth and snarled at each other in rage. The wind whipped their hair, their arms grew rigid, straining with effort. Their big tits jiggled as their powerful bodies strained, muscles quivering with effort and the electricity running through them. The nun’s cross bounced against her chest.

“Fuck you, fuck you, Callandra,” the nun screamed, her eyes glowing with divine light. “I will break you, I swear to God, I will make you surrender!”

“Goddamned fucking whore!” Callandra screamed back, her eyes a hellish red. “I’m going to destroy you, Sorcha, I’m going to drive you into the ground! Then I’m going to take your fucking cross and ram it up your cunt!”

The women moved around the large clearing, their bare feet seeking purchase in the ground. They swayed back and forth, pouring their supernatural power into the other relentlessly, locked together in a brutal test of magical strength. Sorcha screamed in rage as she felt her legs give out and she dropped to her knees, the surge of energy pouring out of the redhead and into her suddenly too great. She pushed back, screaming in effort, and she succeeded in driving Sorcha to her knees as well.

The women’s arms extended out to their sides as they pushed closer, their eyes locked in hate, until they were almost nose to nose, panting and snarling into the other woman’s gorgeous face. Their heavy tits shook and shuddered inside their tunics, threatening to bounce out of their collars. The wind screamed and the light from their bodies glowed brighter, a dirty red from the sorceress contending with a coruscating white glow from the nun. The lights merged, wrapping together, flowing in and out of each other, sizzling with electricity, as the two combatants’ very souls went to war in the most intimate ways.

The women pushed closer until they were forehead to forehead, their arms out to their sides, their heavy chests mashing. Sorcha and Callandra screamed at the top of their lungs as they put their final effort into breaking their rival. The wind shrieked like a banshee and roared furiously around the clearing, shaking the trees, whipping the smoke from the hut’s chimney into a small, black tornado.

Callandra and Sorcha released each other’s hands and fell forward into the other’s arms, nearly passing out. They gasped as their lush bodies crushed, leaning into each other, holding each other up. Instinctively, arms wrapped around narrow, muscled waists and the women pressed tit to tit, their breasts bulging out of their collars, the naked titflesh sliding deliciously together. The women rested their heads on the other’s shoulder, gasping and moaning, their faces in the other’s thick, wild hair as they struggled to regain their bearings.

“Damn you, God damn you,” the nun gasped. She rubbed her cheek against Callandra’s cheek, her mouth filled with the other woman’s red mane. She nipped at the redhead’s ear.

“Fuck you, fuck you,” Callandra grunted. She buried her face in the nun’s thick, chestnut locks, then bit the woman on her neck.

The heat and pressure of the other woman’s body was too much. What both women had wanted from the moment they saw each other had to happen. They lifted their heads off the other woman’s shoulder and turned their faces to each other. Callandra was licking her lips at the same moment as Sorcha. The women’s hot tongues touched. They moaned in concert, opened their mouths, and followed their tongues into a deep, hot, sucking kiss. Spit flowed between their locked mouths as the kiss deepened, became more passionate and violent. The women filled their hands with the other woman’s thick, long hair and pulled viciously. At the same time, they worked their backs, grinding and grinding their lush tits ferociously, wanting to feel the exquisite pleasure of tit mashing and thrusting on tit. Their rock-hard nipples grated deliciously, their tit bullets lining up even through their shifts.

What had been a mystical battle quickly became a physical confrontation. Pulling hair, kissing passionately, savagely, Sorcha and Callandra fell to the ground. Their bare legs twined together and they began rolling back and forth on the soft grass, each woman trying to pin, dominate and control the other.

They broke their kiss and moaned and grunted with rage and effort as they pressed cheek to cheek.

“Damn you, you fucking whore, you fucking, fucking whore!” Callandra gasped into the nun’s ear.

“Fuck you, fuck you, you filthy, stinking cunt!” Sorcha managed to moan in reply.

The women rolled, writhing in each other’s arms, the delicious sensations of their rival’s incredible body filling them with lust and heat. As they struggled, their short shifts lifted high on their legs and soon barely covered their asses. Their slick, clean shaven, drooling pussies were exposed. Their breasts throbbed with heat and tension, sharp, thick nipples stabbing through the thin cloth of their tunics.

Their bare legs caressed and slid. Sorcha rolled on top of Callandra and felt her hot, wet inner thighs rubbing with the redhead’s equally slick, hot inner thighs. She could feel the heat pouring out of the redhead’s delicious cunt, she could sense the twitching clit calling to her own engorged sex horn. She had to have it, she had to mate with this fucking redheaded cunt! She could sense the sorceress’ equally ravenous hunger for her body.

The nun thrust down with her hips, slapping her juicy fuck lips onto the sorceress’ equally wet, hot fuck slit. The women threw back their heads and cried out in pleasure as the delicious sensation they had craved for the past two months finally became a reality once again. Sorcha rotated her hips around and around in microscopic, powerful circles, drilling her pussy into Calladra’s cunt, penetrating and sealing their twats into a sucking, grinding fuck kiss. The pleasure rolled out of the women’s mating genitals, filling them to the brim with erotic electricity.

“Oh God, oh dear God, yes, yes, YES!!” Sorcha cried out, her eyes shut tight, her beautiful faced etched in ecstasy as the overpowering sensations radiated through her body. She could not believe how good Callandra’s cunt felt, fused to her own, she reveled in the delicious pleasure of Callandra’s heavy tits grinding and crushing beneath her own heavy orbs.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!” Callandra moaned, her luscious body writhing and thrusting beneath the nun, enjoying the incredible feelings pouring out of their locked pudenda, of their slick flesh.

Their muscular, powerful bare legs twined and knotted, locking them in place as their asses rippled, as the women shared epic thrust after thrust. Their mouths snapped together in lust, their tongues delved deep, twisting together. They pulled hair and Callandra used the advantage of her bottom position to slap and scratch viciously at Sorcha’s perfect ass. The nun slipped her hands under Callandra’s body, gripped the redhead’s ass, and squeezed and kneaded savagely.

Their swollen clits flicked and fenced, rubbing and stabbing, the most exquisitely pleasurable parts of the women’s bodies engaged in direct, head to head battle. Their clits fought up and down, back and forth, side to side, pounding more and more ecstasy into their perfect bodies until the women were crying with pleasure, tears streaming down their faces.

The women fucked and fucked, swallowing their rival’s moans and screams as they kissed relentlessly, their tongues thrashing, the spit flowing between their mouths. Their bodies moved in a vigorous fuck rhythm as they rode each other harder and harder, pumping and thrusting. They broke their kiss and pressed cheek to cheek, their whimpers of sexual joy growing more and more desperate.

“Cum, you little slut, cum!” Mother Sorcha whispered ferociously at the sorceress, her body quivering with barely controlled tension. She was determined to draw first blood in this fuckwar by making the other woman cum first, but she did not know how much longer she could last.

“Fuck you, fuck you, you cum for me, cum for me, whore!” Callandra moaned, her voice shaking with the powerful sensations filling her to the point of no return. She knew she could not last a moment longer. She slapped Sorcha’s ass as hard as she could and shoved a finger up the nun’s tight, hot asshole.

“Oh God, you CUNT!!,” Sorcha screamed. She ejaculated like a fountain, her hot cum gushing into Callandra’s twat, steaming as it flowed into the redhead’s sexual core.

“Oh GODS, yes, yes, yeeessSSSS!!” Callandra shrieked. The sensation of Sorcha’s cum filling her all the way up to her womb was too delicious, too excruciatingly pleasurable, to deny. She came hard, her pussy jetting her ejaculate into the nun, their frothing cum mixing and melding within their locked twats, soaking and slicking their inner thighs, their bellies.

For more than ten minutes, the nun and the sorceress fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. They scratched and bit, they pulled hair and screamed in joy as they came over and over again, their lush, writhing bodies twisting and shaking, their lower limbs locked and slick with sweat and cum. Finally, they collapsed, panting hard, their wild hair tangled and sweaty. After a while, the nun rolled off of the redhead and the voluptuous women lay side by side, their massive tits jiggling as they gasped for breath.

Callandra sat up. She reached down, then grabbed the hem of her tunic, which was bunched up around her waist, and pulled the shift over her head. She was now totally nude. She threw the spun garment aside.

Sorcha sat up beside the sorceress. She did the same, pulling her black tunic over her head, revealing her magnificent body. Her perfect, heavy tits glinted in the fading sunlight, slick with sweat, their nipples as hard as rocks. She folded the shift and placed it on the ground, then reached up to unclasp the necklace holding her cross. She placed the cross on the tunic, then folded it over.

Callandra smiled evilly. “Won’t you want your little trinket, fucker? Aren’t you afraid of taking on the big, bad sorceress without your little talisman to protect you?”

Sorcha snorted. She pointed to the space on her chest between her perfect, quivering breasts, where the cross had been hanging. “I carry my power inside, cunt. I do not need talismans or ornaments. My God is never apart from me.”

“Well, let’s see how long your ‘God’ lasts against what’s between my legs!”

Callandra spread her thighs and presented her juicy, dripping cunt to her devout enemy. Sorcha eagerly moved to meet her, lining up their fuck slits.

With a shared grunt, the women came together, their hot genitals meeting and mushing. They leaned back, braced their bodies with their arms, and thrust hard. Their steaming cunts fused, their hot pudenda melting into one, their swollen clits clashing head to head, nub to nub. Pure ecstasy radiated through the voluptuous women’s perfect bodies. They screamed in shared joy, the pleasure rocketing through their muscles, setting their nerves on fire. Sorcha and Callandra seized their rival’s sweaty, cum-streaked thigh and worked their hips and asses, grinding and grinding, fucking and fucking, their tits bouncing and jerking with every powerful thrust.

For the next several hours, all through the grey afternoon and into the early evening, the nun and the sorceress fucked and fucked and fucked, thrusting and pumping, struggling cunt to cunt and clit to clit to destroy and master the other woman. Their screams of agonizing pleasure filled the clearing and echoed through the forest. The women unleashed all of their sexual power, all of the mutual lust and hate that had built up between them over decades. Even more than in the dungeon, they were able to go at the other with everything they had, with no fear of being interrupted, with no limits on how long they could fuck. They pumped orgasm after orgasm out of each other, sending each other into convulsions of ecstasy. Yet neither was able to overpower the other.

As night fell, Callandra and Sorcha lay on the soft ground, locked together, scissored cunt to cunt. Heavy dollops of ejaculate coated the meaty, steaming intersection of their voluptuous bodies, a testament to the fact they had filled each other with their cum. Their bodies gleamed with sweat, their nipples were dripping with nipple juice. Their hair flared out behind their heads in a sweaty, wild halo.

The women’s eyes were closed as they tried to regain their strength, both depleted from their most recent set of climaxes. Callandra reached down her body and placed her hand on Sorcha’s wet belly. The nun twined her fingers with those of the sorceress. They pressed palm to palm. Sorcha offered her other hand. Callandra took it. Holding hands tightly, the women raised themselves up, facing each other, leaning back slightly. Their massive tits quivered. Their inosculated cunts remained locked tight. Their huge, swollen clits rested head to head, one quivering nerve of sheer pleasure.

“God, I fucking hate you, Callandra,” Mother Sorcha breathed, her blue eyes shining with rage and desire.

“I’m going to fuck your clit out your ass, you slut,” Callandra whispered, her green eyes blazing with infernal lust.

The women knew what they had to do. They released their hands and lowered their arms behind them, bracing their bodies. Eyes locked, they concentrated. The supernatural energy of their conflicting power surged inside of them, fully recharged from their initial battle, ready to be unleashed on their rival again. The women held their power back, waiting for the moment to resume their mystical contest – except, this time, they would not be fighting hand to hand but rather cunt to cunt and clit to clit.

“Are you ready, cunt?” Callandra snarled.

“I’m ready whenever you are, fucker,” the Mother Superior snapped back.

The women signaled with their eyes. As one, Sorcha and Callandra unleashed their magical power against each other. The mystical energies surged through their bodies and concentrated in the spot where the voluptuous women were locked together most intimately and completely – within their throbbing cunts and their searing clits.

The women’s heads snapped back, their eyes wide, staring sightlessly at the sky, as impossible pleasure roared through their most exquisitely sensitive body parts, fusing them together in a way that neither woman had experienced before in their long lives. Pleasure so intense, so unbearable, filled their magnificent bodies to overflowing in an instant. Blazing light exploded out of their genitals, suffusing their flesh, filling the clearing. Their inosculated cunts burned uncontrollably, as the raw mystical energies raged inside of them, unchecked. The women’s mouths opened in soundless screams. They could only choke out gasps as their bodies mated and melted together in a way that defied imagination.

Magical power poured from both combatants into the other. Through the haze of unimaginable pleasure, Sorcha and Callandra tried to force more and more energy into the other, trying to destroy and master their foe with the raw ecstasy. They jerked their hips and worked their asses, driving at each other, trying to break the other woman’s power with her own.

Sorcha felt herself fading in and out of consciousness, her mind shutting down for moments to save its sanity, then resuming its awareness of the indescribable pleasure wracking her body. The nun felt like she had died and gone to Heaven. Nothing else could feel so unbelievably good! It took all her willpower to continue working her hips and ass. She focused on driving all her holy power into Callandra’s cunt, determined to overwhelm the redheaded whore and claim her body for the Church!

Callandra pumped back just as vigorously. Her mind faded in and out of awareness, too, shutting down for moments as unbearably excruciating pleasure wracked her body from head to toe. Her dark energies roared out of core, filling her cunt, reaching an apex in her swollen clit, then driving at the nun’s holy energies, trying to break through and overwhelm the bitch even as they struggled to resist the holy attack.

“Fuck oh fuck,” Callandra thought as her body shuddered with sensations too exquisite to endure, as her pussy throbbed and ached and burned, the heat raging through every cell in her luscious flesh, as her clit expanded to fill her mind, her senses, to make her feel like her whole body had become one huge clit, constantly rubbing and rubbing and grinding against its equally huge, powerful counterpart.

“I can’t take it, it’s just too much!” Sorcha screamed in her mind. Yet the power kept flowing out of her, her hips and ass continued to thrust. Her mind hovered on the edge of slipping into insanity, unable to take the pure pleasure, yet still craving more and more of it.

The women’s massive, swollen, burning clits crushed and rubbed relentlessly, fucking and fucking non-stop. At some point, every flick and thrust, every clash of head to head, sent orgasmic-level pleasure racing through the women’s sweat-drenched bodies. The orgasms became constant, continuous, driving the combatants insane with pleasure.

All around the clearing, the wind howled, the trees swayed. The lights of the mystical and sexual struggled filled the night sky, sending waves of blue, red and white flashes reflecting off the low-hanging clouds. To any distant observer, it seemed like a spectacular display of the aurora borealis. To the mystically sensitive, to those who knew they were witnessing a struggle between two contending supernatural forces, it was stunning display of raw, primal energy.

The women’s swollen clits continued their struggle, getting larger, harder and hotter within the women’s locked cunts as they channeled more and more supernatural power. The swollen sex horns suddenly knotted into one, slipping into a hook that sealed them in an unbreakable lock. The pleasure that the battling women had felt to that point suddenly increased exponentially. It was far, far too much for them to take. They felt like they had become one body, one throbbing, aching, electric clit, twisted and wrapped into a single sex horn, feeding them both impossible ecstasy.

Callandra and Sorcha shrieked at the top of their lungs as they fell onto their backs, their bodies writhing, undulating wildly, their tits bouncing and jerking, their hips bucking furiously.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!”

“GOD, OH GOD, OH GOOODDDDD!!!”

“FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

They screamed again and again, finally fucked out their minds, pouring all the last remnants of energy into each other. Their asses lifted high as they held each other in a trembling stalemate. The women fainted, their minds simply unable to take anymore, every nerve exploding in simultaneous orgasms that drove them to the edge of insanity.

The lights of the mystical battle ended abruptly. The women lay on the soft grass, their chests heaving, their big tits jiggling, their bodies fused at their cunts. They were unconscious, fucked out of their minds.

They lay that way for several hours, their voluptuous bodies occasionally shuddering and quivering as the aftershocks of impossible, excruciating pleasure burned through their lush flesh and left them trembling in bliss, even in their unconscious states.

It was late in the night, well past midnight, when the redheaded sorceress finally stirred. Callandra felt her entire body burning, every nerve still fired by the aftermath of the incredible energies that had run through her. Her pussy was hot and tight, slotted and sucked to Sorcha’s delectable cunt. Their swollen clits had softened and released, allowing the sorceress to slowly pull herself apart from the nun.

The fact that Callandra had regained consciousness first maybe meant she had won her battle with the Mother Superior, but she did not feel that way. She crawled towards her house, her pussy and nipples dripping ejaculate, then managed to get to her feet to stagger the final few meters to the door. She entered her hut. Candles automatically fired, giving her a yellow glow by which to stagger to the giant bed lodged against the far corner of the single room. The bed had seen a great deal of debauchery in its time. It had hosted orgies and demons, monsters and warriors, sorcerers and sorceresses, willing and unwilling sex partners of the redheaded witch. Tonight, however, Callandra needed it just to rest.

The sorceress filled a glass of water from a pitcher on the sidetable and gulped half of it down. She crawled under the thick, fur blanket covering the bed. She rolled onto her back. In moments, Callandra was asleep.

She woke a short time later as the door to her cabin creaked open. Mother Sorcha staggered inside. The nun looked as exhausted and depleted as the sorceress. Sorcha looked around the room. Her eyes lighted on the glass of water beside the bed. She stumbled across the room, grabbed the glass and gulped down the contents. Sorcha looked down at Callandra in the bed. The sorceress’ eyes were half-closed, but she was staring up at the nun intently.

Sorcha pulled up the fur blanket and slipped under. She moved across the bed towards her redheaded rival. Callandra did nothing to stop her. She felt the heat in her body, the jangling electricity in her nerves, build in intensity. Moaning, Sorcha climbed on top of Callandra. The nun’s body was on fire, too, her muscles alight with the aftermath of the intense sexual pleasure they had forced on each other. As her lush body settled on Callandra’s beautiful form, as their taut, throbbing tits squashed and mashed, their solid bellies clapped together, their navels sucked, the two women shuddered in mutual lust as their bodies aligned. Sorcha used her thighs to pry Callandra’s hot thighs apart. The sorceress offered little resistance. She filled her hands with the nun’s round, firm ass and sank her fingers into the delicious meat.

The women looked deep into the other’s eyes as Sorcha slid her juicy, slick fuck slit into place against Callandra’s equally hot, wet fuck hole. Their eyes fluttered and they moaned in shared bliss as their pussies kissed, hot and hard, sealing and sucking.

“Yes, oh fucking God, yes,” Sorcha moaned. She closed her eyes and moved her pussy up and down, back and forth, over Calladra’s succulent cunt. The pleasure was delicious.

“You whore, you dirty little whore,” Callandra murmured. She tightened her grip on Sorcha’s ass, pulling the nun in harder and pushing up to keep their steaming twats glued together. She did not want this to end, she did not want their pudenda to separate.

The women’s swelling clits caressed and stroked head to head, sending an intense shockwave of ecstasy coursing through their mated bodies. They cried out in unison, expressions of pure carnal joy. Sorcha and Calladra closed their eyes, reveling in the exquisite pleasure, in the promise of so much more and so much greater to come. They opened their eyes and smiled at each other, grins of raw, primal desire.

“You belong to me, fucker,” Sorcha whispered. “Your cunt is mine, now and forever.”

“No, your delicious cunt is mine, you holy fuck,” Callandra whispered back. “I will fuck you to death before I let you go.”

The women glared at each other, nose to nose, but they both knew the same thing. The exquisite pleasure they had shared in the clearing, the unbelievable ecstasy that had wracked their bodies for so long, was something they needed, they had to have, again and again and again.

Right now, they were both too exhausted to go to that superhuman level. But they were not too tired to fuck.

Nose to nose, panting and moaning, kissing and cursing, Callandra and Sorcha moved their hips, rippled their asses, and ground clit to clit until they were trembling and moaning and crying with pleasure. Their inner thighs grew slick, their pussies sucked and churned, their nipples fused, their heavy tits rolled and mashed, massaging and stimulating each other. More than hour later, they cried out in joy as they ejaculated into each other over and over again. Sighing with pleasure, the women fell asleep, Sorcha still mounted on Callandra.

Hours later, Callandra awoke, rolled Sorcha onto her back, and took her turn on top, fucking the nun until they both cried out in ecstasy, cumming and cumming into each other over and over again. They slept more. By the morning, the women were rejuvenated enough to go at each other passionately, angrily. They spent the entire morning sucking on their rival’s clit, indulging in a 69 duel that lasted well into the afternoon. They spent the rest of the afternoon scissored together, fucking and fucking, pulling screaming orgasms out of each other again and again. They titfucked in the evening, fingering each other to a series of delicious climaxes. It was late in the night that they both felt ready for what they had been building towards. Scissoring tight, gripping each other by the ass, tit to tit, belly to belly and clit to clit, the nun and the sorceress unleashed their mystical power against each other once more.

The hut shook, the windows blasted out, the interior of the house lit with pulsating light as infernal energies warred against holy power once more, merging and melding, feeding unbearable ecstasy into both women and they struggled to break each other, to consume each other completely. They shrieked in pleasure as they rode their rival’s cunt into pure sexual nirvana, attaining the state of continuous orgasm once more as their lush bodies writhed and strained. They kissed feverishly, every centimeter of flesh on their voluptuous bodies burning and rubbing against every centimeter of flesh on the other woman, fucking and fucking and fucking ferociously until their cunts exploded in a nova-hot burst of light and heat and they collapsed onto the bed, bucking and writhing, driving into each other with all the power their hips and asses could muster. Sobbing uncontrollably, Callandra and Sorcha passed out, their minds retreating from pleasure too great to endure, and they slept.

Epilogue I:

Seven days later, the door of the witch’s house creaked open and Mother Sorcha stepped gingerly into the light of a new day. The house was largely destroyed, its inside walls scorched and scarred, most of its contents shattered against the walls, broken by the continuous release of arcane energies within a small space. Even the roof of the structure was sagging, holes in the ceiling attesting to bursts of orgasmic energy that had blasted into the night sky.

Sorcha was nude. Her magnificent body was blotched and scratched, teethmarks covered her breasts and her inner thighs. Her rose-red ass was bruised and imprinted with teeth as well.

The nun walked unsteadily across the yard. The juicy meat between her legs was incredibly sore and battered, but also slick with lubrication and cum. She knelt beside the shift that she had left in the yard a week before. It was a bit damp and dirty, having borne the elements for that time, but it was dry this morning. She retrieved her cross and placed it around her neck. She picked up the tunic and shook it out vigorously, before slipping it over her head.

As Sorcha dressed, Callandra came out of the house. The sorceress was dressed in a light grey tunic of the same kind she had worn the day that the nun arrived. She had retrieved it from the ruins of a dresser inside the house. The redheaded witch watched the nun, her eyes glowing feverishly. As Sorcha walked towards the edge of the barrier, where she had left her boots and her cloak, Callandra moved across the yard to catch her. Just before the nun leaned down to pick up her boots, Callandra seized her wrist and turned her around.

The women stared into each other’s eyes. They did not need to say anything. They threw themselves together, hungry mouths locking, eager hands grabbing strong, taut asses, bare legs rubbing and stroking. They pulled up the other’s shift enough to expose the throbbing, aching cunt beneath, the thickening clit already twitching at the crest of their juiced up twats.

Still standing, hands gripping the other woman’s ass tightly, heavy tits crushed hard between their chests, Sorcha and Callandra brought their hungry cunts together. Their distended clits rubbed and fenced, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through their bodies. Their mouths locked, their tongues thrashed, they shared hot spit as their asses rippled and thrust, as their hips rotated, clit searing to clit, on and on.

For almost an hour, the women took each other on in a delicious standing fuck, until they slowly fell to their knees as the intense pleasure grew too great. They dropped to their asses and scissored, gripping the other’s sweaty thigh. Their cunts sank together tight and deep, sucked and sealed, and they fucked vigorously, viciously, until they screamed in pleasure and came over and over, ejaculating into each other, soaking the hot intersection of their perfect, voluptuous bodies.

They fell onto their backs, panting and gasping, rubbing their asses into the loamy ground.

After some time, the women finally peeled apart. Sorcha and Callandra kneeled on their haunches, their legs slightly spread, facing each other. Sorcha reached out, slipped her finger under Callandra’s shift, and ran her finger up the other woman’s fuck slit, scooping out some of the expended ejaculate. Callandra did the same to Sorcha. Eyes locked, both women raised their cum-dripping finger to the other’s mouth. The beautiful women’s glares remained steady as they sucked their rival’s finger clean. They leaned forward and kissed again, their tongues pushing the cum back and forth inside their mouths, their heavy tits crushing and rubbing.

They broke the kiss and pulled apart. A strand of cum linked their red lips and they tongued each other as they licked it up. The women slowly released each other and wearily got to their feet.

Sorcha pulled on her boots and retrieved her hooded cloak. She glanced back at Callandra. The redheaded sorceress gestured. The mystical barrier opened and the nun stepped through. Without a word, without looking back, she plunged into the forest. She began muttering an incantation necessary to summon her horse.

The sorceress watched the nun disappear into the forest. She turned back to her house. She sighed as she looked at the wrecked structure. She raised her hands, closed her eyes, and began to chant. A glow filled the clearing. When it faded, the house was restored, every blasted hole back to what it had been before.

Callandra retrieved her rope belt and her boots as she walked back to her home. She closed the door, locked it, and threw herself onto the bed, which had been her sexual arena for the past week.

The sorceress pulled up her shift and inserted a finger into her cunt and stroked her clit. She slipped her hand into her collar and onto her massive tit, and began slowly, carefully, masturbating, letting images of Sorcha’s body, memories of the incredible sensations they had shared, fill her mind. It was some time later before she went stiff in a series of delicious orgasms, then fell into a deep sleep.

Epilogue II:

Mother Sorcha made her way down the spiral staircase deep into the bowels of the dungeon under the convent. Her feet were bare and made only gentle scuffing sounds on the ancient stone as she descended. She was wearing a black, hooded cloak. Her magnificent body was nude under the cloak.

At the lowest level, she took a torch, lit it and journeyed down the hall to the one massive door. She opened the door and stepped inside. Light blazed from the torches ringing the walls. The huge room was devoid of all furniture. The tables that had been there earlier had been removed. The only item that could be called furnishing in the otherwise empty room was a thick mattress, filled with straw, lying on the floor just a little off the center of the room.

The floor was etched in a giant runic circle, about 8 meters in diameter, emanating from the center of the room. This circle was quite different from the prison that had held Callandra months before. The runes chalked onto the floor were incredibly ornate and had taken Sorcha, working alone, weeks to finish. Still, the work was done. Tonight, she would see if her efforts paid off.

Sorcha walked to the center of the circle. There, a smaller circle, two meters wide, was divided on the inside by two triangular shapes that met in a point in the center. Each of the triangles had one curving side that made up the arch of the smaller circle. Sorcha stood inside one of the triangles. She raised her hands, palms out. She began to chant.

After a minute, the air in the room grew heavier. The torches dimmed, as though a shadow was passing over them. The air began to swirl around the center of the circle. In front of Sorcha, a shimmering light appeared and proceeded to grow wider and solidify, until it formed what looked like a glowing door-shape. Sorcha placed her hands on the shimmering surface. It was hard, almost like glass. She continued her chant.

Sorcha began to feel, to hear, the power of another chant, an incantation accompanying her voice. Suddenly, hands grasped her own through the translucent door, the hands of a woman. She had been expecting this. She and the other woman’s fingers intertwined and they squeezed tight, palm flat to palm. The shimmering doorway glowed brighter, then began to fade. As it did, the outlines of a woman in a cloak gradually appeared. The light died. Sorcha was left standing with the redheaded sorceress, her hands locked to Callandra’s hands.

The two women squeezed their palms together. Sorcha gasped as she felt a shot of Callandra’s magical power jolting her. She pushed back with her own energies and, for a moment, the two women stood in the center of the circle and struggled, primal force against primal force, holy power contending with infernal might. Then, they both backed off. They released the other’s hands and stood back.

Sorcha pushed her hood back off her head. Her thick, chestnut hair was free, cascading in luminous waves around her beautiful face. Callandra pushed back her hood. Her flaming red hair framed her gorgeous features. The women’s eyes locked. They were both glowing with lust, an almost unfathomable hunger. Finally, Callandra broke the silence.

“It has been six months, holy slut. I am pleased to see you honor our agreement.”

The nun snorted derisively. “Of course I am honoring the agreement, you bitch. We both want what is between the legs of the other. This is the only way to get it.”

Callandra smiled viciously, but she did not deny what the Mother Superior said. Her mind flashed back to one of the nights six months before, when she and the nun were locked together in purest ecstasy. It had been the fourth time during their long struggle that they had locked genitals and pumped their magical power into each other, trying to destroy their rival. The pleasure had almost killed both of them, but neither was ready to surrender or stop. As they lay wrapped together, however, they came to the realization at the same time: the intense pleasure they were sharing with each other could not be attained if one of them was the slave of the other. It was only contending as equals that their bodies could experience the unbelievable levels of pleasure that they had shared.

Callandra and Sorcha stepped closer. As one, they reached up and unclasped their cloaks at the neck and let their heavy capes fall to the floor. Both women were completely nude. Sorcha had left her cross in her quarters, so she had no adornment.

From less than a meter away, the women examined the other’s perfect, curvaceous body. Their huge tits heaved faster as their breathing picked up, their pussies glinted with moisture as they grew more and more aroused, their rapidly swelling clits crested the top of their flawless vaginas.

Callandra’s eyes glanced at the thick, fur-covered mattress just beside them, prepared to receive their bodies. She smiled.

“I see you are ready for what we are going to do,” the redheaded witch purred.

“Of course I am, slut,” Sorcha murmured. “We are going to be down here for some time, fucking each other raw. We should do so in comfort.”

“We agreed to meet like this every six months,” Callandra said. “I want to make it more often. Every three months.”

“No,” the Mother Superior shook her head. “Six is often enough. It gets us both to the point where our desire cannot be contained. It makes us both hungry for what we need.”

“We would still be hungry at three months,” the witch snapped. She stepped closer. “Let’s fuck on it. The first to cum gets her choice.”

“No,” Sorcha shook her head again. “In six months, this ritual will pull me to your place of power and we will fuck there. But if we were to meet more often, my sisters would begin to question what I am doing. I have told them of our bargain. They understand what I do as a sacrifice I am making for them. If I met you more often, they would question if I was just satisfying my own carnal desires.”

“But you are satisfying your own desires, you holy whore,” the sorceress sneered.

“Enough, slut,” Sorcha snapped. “We both know why we are here. Let us begin.”

Callandra smiled. She slipped her hands around Sorcha’s womanly, powerful waist and pulled the nun to her. Sorcha’s arms snaked around Callandra’s upper back and pulled her in tight. The women moaned in delight as their heavy tits squashed, sending jolts of intense pleasure burning through their titflesh and down into their bellies and their cunts.

“God, oh God, yes,” Sorcha moaned. The exquisite sensations she had wanted for so long were now hers again, and she could not wait to take the full measure of the ecstasy she and the sorceress would share.

“Unnnnhhh,” Callandra moaned, her eyes fluttering. The pleasure was so delicious, so intense, that she almost screamed with joy on the spot. And this was just the beginning. When the nun and the sorceress locked clits and pumped their magical energies into each other, they would attain levels of raw ecstasy that were beyond comprehension.

Their bellies slid together, they grabbed each other by the back of the head and pushed the other into a deep, savage kiss that grew more passionate, more angry, as their tongues twisted, as they shared spit.

Together, they spun around, then fell onto the straw mattress, the thick fur. Their beautiful bare legs twined, they grasped and rubbed and stroked perfect, taut asses. They rolled back and forth on the bed, growing more excited, even more unbearably aroused, with every second.

Callandra succeeded in pinning Sorcha to the bed. Eagerly, she mounted the voluptuous nun. She cried out in joy as she slid her slick, hot cunt lips on Sorcha’s equally delicious cunt.

“Yes, oh fucking, fucking gods, yes,” Callandra groaned, the sensations exploding through her senses, filling her with joy, filling her with the hunger of the anticipation of so much more to come.

“God, oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!” Sorcha screamed, her ability to control her insane lust suddenly gone.

Staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Callandra and Sorcha thrust together. They whimpered in ecstasy as their cunts merged and fused, as their pulsing clits crushed and caressed, sending arcs of electric pleasure burning through their writhing bodies.

And it was only just starting, this was only the merest taste of what they would do to each other.

Sorcha gripped Callandra’s ass tightly and twined her legs through those of the redhead, locking them both in place. She sent a surge of magical energy through her clit, sparking a burst of pure ecstasy in the sorceress.

Callandra and Sorcha locked eyes. Smiling viciously at each other, they unleashed their supernatural might, pouring it out of their clits and into the other woman’s body.

The women screamed and screamed as the exquisite pleasure filling their bodies increased exponentially, growing to unbearable levels. The huge stone room suddenly filled with coruscating light, the air swirled with hurricane intensity as raw primal energy was unleashed in a small space.

The nun and the sorceress bucked, heaved and screamed as their primal energies merged and fused, as their bodies mated, as their clits and cunts flowed into one pulsating point of purest ecstasy. The room shook and the rock walls steamed as the divine light and the hellish power met and mated in an irresistible combination.

Deep in the bowels of the dungeon, Sorcha and Callandra sealed their pact. Nothing would ever be the same again.

The End

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