Academy Encounter

The ball was in full swing as couples danced and twirled in the main hall and small groups of like minded sorceresses and sorcerors interacted or traded information. In the midst of this several wandered in and out of the room to relieve themselves or just cool down from the constant press of many bodies.

Rooms were magically locked to only allow entry to those assigned their use and anyone accompanying them. Passing by one such room a sorceror paused at the sound a loud moan and then a tense squeal. This was because both voices were feminine in pitch and for a moment he considered trying to spell the lock, then decided that a few moments of pleasure wouldn’t be worth whatever a pair of vengeful sorceresses could do to him.

He walked just in time to miss the muffled curses and the sounds of what was clearly not a couple of females engaged in sexual coitus, but rather a very physical confrontation.

———————

“Stop pulling at it, you’ll stretch the material,” Yennefer chided Geralt.

“You know I don’t do well at these kind of things,” the witcher growled in irritation, looking out the window at the view of the bay from the bridge. The city of Gors Velen was well behind them as the small convoy of carriages made their way slowly towards Aretuza Academy, situated on the small island that the school appeared to be literally carved out of. “And you like them even less if memory serves.”

“One must put up with inconveniences from time to time.” The raven haired sorceress waved her hand in dismissal. “My reputation would take a hit if I was to miss out on such an occasion.”

“When’ve you ever cared for the opinion of the twattle-baskets?” Geralt’s yellow eyes turned suspicious. “Yenn…”

“Does everything have to be a conspiracy with you?” she demanded, exasperated. She reached over and patted his leg through the thin material. “Do I need a reason to show you off?”

Ah…so that was it. Geralt gave a wry grin as he sat back on the cushioned seat. They’d only recently made up during her tutelage of Cirri and now she was going to rub it in the faces of the rumor-mongers, who had no doubt been embellishing the stories of their separation. Despite her superior attitude, in this regard Yenn’s actions were pure woman.

Finally they made their way into the Loxia where, upon entering he felt a slight tingling and heard Yennefer give a soft gasp. “What is it?”

“Seems they’ve strengthened the field for tonight.” She replied, referring to the anti-magic field that both protected the island and prevented any untoward accidents. She flicked her fingers, little sparks of lightning igniting. Then Geralt gave a decidedly unmanly yelp at a squeeze to his rear “Seems like anything beyond simple illusion and a bit of psychic spells are negated. I can barely produce a spark.”

“Sounds like a smart move, considering the size of the gathering.” He remarked, rubbing his butt before holding out an arm and allowing hers to slip through. “Considering how touchy many of you can be we wouldn’t want an argument to get out of control.”

“Are you trying to be cute, darling?” Yennefer glanced up at him from under her lashes.

“Heaven forbid,” he smiled winningly. “I’m just simple lad from the sticks.”

Yennefer’s response went unheard as it was drowned out when a pair of doormen opened their way into the main hall. Music and the loud incoherent chatter of numerous simultaneous conversations were waged. Geralt froze for a moment and sighed as Yenn tugged on his arm.

“LADY YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG AND THE WITCHER GERALT OF RIVIA!”

At the announcement, no doubt enhanced by magic, of their arrival several of the closer groups ceased their conversations and stared openly or surreptitiously as the pair entered. Clad in simple appearing black dress that emphasized her slim waist and a slit that allowed a black stockinged leg to poke out at every step. Her hair, which had taken hours, was done up in a split crown braid that gave the impression that she was wearing a tiara. The final touches were the diamonds in her ears and the diamond studded corset around her waist that drew even more attention to her mouth watering breasts, which was where a lot of the attention was directed. Then Geralt felt an unfamiliar…tickle…in the back of his mind. He smirked openly as he focused his attention on Yennefer. Her violet eyes and her raven hair, her rages and her sweet touch.

Those trying to read his mind openly flinched away from his blissful satisfaction as if incapable of comprehending such a feeling. “Sabrina, darling. How wonderful!” Geralt watched as Yennefer embraced another black haired sorceress, recognizing her as one of those that had displayed discomfort at his thoughts. Despite the affection in Yenn’s voice and the kisses they gave one another the hostility in the air was thick enough that those close by drifted away to avoid getting caught in a crossfire. Deciding that Yenn would want to handle this one on her own Geralt strode over towards a refreshment’s table, impressed at the amount and. variety of confections.

“Hello Geralt.”

“Triss?” The witcher turned with a smile and openly embraced the red haired sorceress. Stepping back he gave a playful whistle at her choice in outfit. The green silk blouse was low cut and clung to her upper body like a second skin with the sleeves cut out. The green skirt, cut from similar material was sheer enough that he imagined he could see her underwear as she spun around. Her bright red hair, looking longer than her remembered, was tied back into a mermaid braid. “When did you get clothes like that?”

“Couldn’t just wear any old thing on a night like this.” Triss smiled, running a hand up his arm, her eyes following his every move. “How’ve you been?”

“He’s been fine.”

“Yenn, good to see you.” Triss left her hand on Geralt’s shoulder. Yennefer’s voice was friendly, but sharp, and a few short years ago would’ve had the younger sorceress recoiling. Not so anymore. “I didn’t realize you came together?”

“Well I don’t like to brag,” Yenn replied, giving a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “But fact is that we’ve only just managed to find time to spend together and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Yes, I imagine you two have a lot to talk about…”

“Talking,” Yennefer shot Geralt a smoldering look. “Is way down the list. At the very bottom actually, Triss.”

From his angle Geralt missed the flicker of anger in Triss’s eyes, but not the sudden tensing of her body. It being Triss, he figured it was embarrassment at Yenn’s bluntness.

“Geralt could you be a dear and bring us some wine?” The witcher shrugged and reached for a couple of glasses from a passing page. “No, not that one. The red wine from that one over there.”

He groaned, following her finger to a distant serving boy that would require him to navigate several small islands of sorceresses. Then he straightened his back and maneuvered himself in a manner to hopefully avoid being accosted. He could hear Triss and Yenn still making small talk and was glad that whatever had happened between them seemed to be forgotten, or forgiven.

Forgiven, maybe. Forgotten, never.

Beads of sweat appeared on their brows despite the cool air. Those nearby only heard the inane conversation the two made, but none noticed the intense expressions on their faces as they spoke directly into the other’s mind.

“What game are you playing here Red?” Yennefer demanded. The barrier allowed low level none aggressive spells, but discouraged prolonged useage.

“No game. Just like you I was invited.” Triss sent back. “You’re not the center of the universe Yenn.”

“To Geralt I am,” the raven haired sorceress replied, twisting the knife in the green clad sorceress’s heart. “But you already know that don’t you.”

“Only until you break his heart again,” Triss snapped harshly. “One day you’re going to wake up in your bed and he won’t be there. He wouldn’t have been there for decades because you pushed him too far and even a spell wouldn’t be enough to keep him at your side.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you!” Yennefer flared, angered as she always was by that fact being thrown in her face. Behind her back, fingers made a subtle gesture.

“At least I’m honest about mine.” Triss’s mental voice sharp. “And I don’t treat him like a piece of cutlery to be trotted out for the amusement of others when it Sueeeeetts me!!”

The redhead gave an audible yelp that drew some attention from those nearby, who merely nodded in understanding when they saw who she was talking to. She glared at her, currently off, friend’s placid expression. “Really…my panties.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yennefer murmured, reaching for a piece of sweetmeat. Before it even reached her mouth her hand spasmed at the sudden YANK that dragged her own underwear nearly to her navel.

“THAT’S what I’m talking about!” Triss growled, releasing her psychic hold. “I’m not the girl you used to bully, Yenn. You’re only lucky we’re in a crowd or I’d give you a reminder of what happened last time you pushed me.”

Her lips curling Yenn remembered only too well the humiliation she suffered at the younger sorceress’s hands. Or rather tits. Her famous temper, never far from the surface, almost exploded at that particular event being thrown back in her face. Instead she swallowed it down and kept her face neutral. “Really, I’d forgotten all about it. The occasional fluke is not something I worry myself about. Especially when I’m the one that ended up with the prizeeeeeYY!”

Jumping to her toes at the yank a furious Triss gave, Yenn retained her smile, even as her own phantasmal hands gave a tug of her own. The muted squeaks the pair gave began to draw curious attention and they reluctantly released their holds. Faces flushed from the activity, Yenn patronizingly offered her rival a slice of sweetmeat from a server that wandered close by. Maintaing the facade Triss smilingly accepted the treat until eyes were averted.

“And that’s why I’ll wait.” Triss snapped. “I don’t treat him like a prize to be won. Like a pet to be beckoned when the mood suits me. I can wait Yenn. Eventually you’ll go too far and I’ll be there to pick up the pieces!”

The slap was mental, but sufficiently powerful that Triss’s mind was briefly convinced that Yenn had just physically struck her. Still smiling the redhead launched her own psychic blow into Yennefer’s stomach. The dark haired sorceress gagged, removing a piece of meat from her mouth to give the impression it was responsible. As soon as she was done, however, she immediately attacked again. This time latching onto Triss’s nipples, under the dress, and twisting.

It took all her self control not to scream at the sudden burning pain and the redhead retaliated in kind. Nipples burned and breasts ached while sweat began to stain their backs and armpits. “I knew it.” Triss spat. “I knew you were still bitter that mine proved better!”

Yennefer gave a mental howl and shoved Triss away, breaking contact, before their pychic hands once more dug into flesh. Faces turned red as the rough material of their dresses began to add to pain radiating from their chests.

“Would miladies prefer something cool?” Yanked back to reality both sorceresses controlled their breathing as the server eyed them curiously. “We have several refreshing fruit drinks if the night proves warm.”

“Yes…that would be appreciated.” Yennefer said, her voice high. “Two glasses if you please.”

With a bow the man headed off in the direction of the kitchen. Meanwhile the raven haired and redhead once more focused their attention on one another. “Five minutes!” Yenn growled quietly, leaning in close. “Your old room’s farther, less likely to draw attention.”

“Five minutes,” Triss agreed, nodding, eyes hard. Then abruptly her expression lightened and she focused on someone behind her. “Geralt, I see you’ve made it back safely.”

“Not sure if my sanity did though.” The Witcher shivered. He’d thought Yenn was eccentric when it came to sex. But some of the things he’d heard… “How’d you turn out so normal Triss?”

Both women raised an eyebrow and shared a look at that. For a moment their hostility was forgotten and they were easy friends once more, laughing openly.

———————

“If this was a trick…fuck decorum, I’ll tear her bald in front of everyone.” The redhead paced the room muttering irritatedly to herself. It had been almost ten minutes and Yennefer still hadn’t shown. Just as the fiery redhead was preparing to put back on her dress and head back to the ballroom there was a muted click and the raven haired sorceress scooted inside. “Where the hell were you?”

“Unlike a certain someone, I had to concoct a reason to leave Geralt with the wolves.” Yenn snapped back. “It’s quite pathetic how something only has value when it’s owned by another. You can relate can’t you Trissy?”

“Shut up.” Triss spat, the two sorceresses circling warily. Alone now, she stared jealously at the outfit her erstwhile friend wore…in the loosest of terms. Despite her new outlook on life wearing such outfits was still beyond her and she hated how well her rival filled it out.

“Like what you see?” Yenn taunted coarsely, raising a hand behind her head and striking a pose, hiding the unease that struck her at finding Merigold already undressed and ready to go. “Geralt certainly does.”

“Fuck you Yenn. Strip!” Triss Merigold, the most…normal, of Geralt’s friends and sometimes lover, growled . Suddenly eager Yennefer’s dark outfit joined Triss’s green on the bed where the fabric tangled in an obscene parody of what the two women intended. Glaring across the small distance Triss gave a cruel smirk and gestured at the other sorceress even as she removed her high heeled boots. “I think since you’re the loser here you should go first.”

“We’re on a timetable bitch. You think we have time for your grandstanding?” Yennefer swallowed down her fury at the reminder and stood with hands on her hips. “Together?”

“Fine!” Simultaneously the pair tore off their corsets and once more revealed their chests to one another. As flawless as before all four rolled out from their tight confines, weighing down heavily then slowly rising to settle high and proud. Their excitement was obvious from the very visible hardening of the nipples. Triss thrust out her prodigious chest. “Hope you’ve been keeping up on your illusions. You’ll need it to hide what I’m going to do to you if you intend to bed Geralt tonight.”

“Shut up and fight!” Yennefer snapped, slapping a clawed hand across the profered boob. The redhead yelped, then spat a curse that would’ve destroyed her image if anyone but Yenn had heard and drove a small hard fist into the an opposing orb. Gasping, the dark haired sorceress retreated from the blow, Baring her teeth she hissed at Triss, who snarled back, and they threw their bodies together. Hands grabbing shoulders the women slammed their bodies together, glaring hatefully into each other’s face. “Fight me, damn you!”

Feeling Yenn’s fingers digging into her skin, Triss nails threatened to puncture Yennefer’s alabaster skin and bashed her tits viciously into the opposing pair. “I’m going to flatten them all over again.” She threatened, Yenn’s ever present superior attitude and the way she treated Geralt infuriating the once placid sorceress. “Only this time you won’t have a couple of days to repair the damage.”

“Oh I did more than just repair,” Yennefer rasped. Slinging her boobs to crash against Triss’s freckled breasts the younger sorceress winced at the blow. A second shot, this one head to head made her gasp. “Feel that? These aren’t the same tits you got lucky against last time!”

WHACK

Yennefer suddenly flinched as a slam from from Triss raised a reddened welt on her pale boobs. Angrily she shoved her tits forward to squash against the redhead’s, both of them grinding their bodies together determinedly. Swelling, flattening neither magnificent pair showed any give. in fact, now that she looked closer, Yennefer felt an icy barb in her stomach at the realization that Triss had also done some work.

“Are you scared Yenna!” Triss sneered, throwing her arms around the dark haired sorceress’s upper body, squeezing tight. “Scared that little Trissy can read you so well? I knew you’d work on your tits after I beat you. Your pride wouldn’t let you do anything less.”

“So you worked on your own as well,” Yenn gasped, squeezing back as hard as she could. Triss groaned at the compression. She raised her head and stared hard into blue eyes. “Then flattening you will be all the sweeter.”

Angry at the violet eyed woman’s defiance Triss’s arms flexed, pulling her closer, even as Yennefer’s tightened, crushing their tits together mercilessly. Milky white breasts bulged sexily against freckled pale boobs the taut flesh spreading sensuously, as if attempting to envelop it’s rival. In this they failed, but Yenn smiled nastily when it became apparent that, this time, hers had the edge in pure size.

“All that work,” the dark haired sorceress purred, licking her lips in delight. “Not surprising though. A half rate sorceress could only manage half rate tits.”

“These half rate tits squashed yours into flaccid lumps,” Triss spat back, then smiled widely. “And this half fate sorceress left you in a puddle of your juices. You couldn’t even last long enough for me to get off as well.”

“I…will…ruin…you!” Yennefer raged, cross eyed with fury at that particular shame being thrown back in her face. She squeezed the woman in her arms mightily, driving her boobs forward in an attempt to destroy Triss’s assets.

“No…I’m gonna destroy YOU!” Triss hissed in response, arms crushing Yennefer’s body, hands grabbing at wrists to pull even tighter. Snarling as if their friendship, already tenuous, was over they careened about the room. Squeezing mercilessly they knocked over a nightstand and a dress rack before falling across a low table, shattering it. Not even slowing they rolled briskly, screaming and cursing before crashing up against a dresser. Rolling apart they sprang to their feet, throwing their bodies together. Crashing together tits first, they rebounded with a scream, and then did it again.

Four times they flung their bodies together, trying to flatten the other before frustration took hold and, upon landing again, Triss swung her boob to smack painfully along the outside of Yenn’s. With an angry yelp the black haired sorceress swung her own tit to set the redhead’s jiggling teat. Snarling, Triss advanced on Yennefer, breasts swinging in aimed, powerful blows. Blows that the dark haired woman absorbed, and then slammed back with equal fury.

“Just couldn’t stay away, could you.” Yennefer growled, then grunted. Fucking little ginger bitch whore’s tits were as solid as she remembered. Angrily she smashed her boobs against Triss’s contending teats neither making any progress other than hurting the other more. And for now that was enough. “Such a petty little woman.”

“Who’s petty!” Triss hit back, swatting her breasts against Yennefer’s pair. “You started it, damn you. So insecure you don’t even want me talking to him.”

Furiously they pounded their tits together viciously, knowing they had limited time, but wanting still to see it. To savor the moment their rival realized who’s body was better. To this end Triss savagely battered Yennefer back, decades of suppressed rage at her…friend’s…supposed superiority egging her on. Wielding the firm, heavy glands like fists she aimed to remind the raven haired sorceress that there was at least one thing…ONE THING…that she wasn’t the best at.

To this end Yenn hammered the redheaded sorceress into a fighting retreat. The massive, opposing tits clapped together noisily but seemingly had no effect on the shapely orbs. This only infuriated the raven haired sorceress further. Like she’d said earlier, they had limited time and as she hurled her dense boobs to smack stingingly against Triss’s, she refused to leave until she put the blue eyed sorceress in her place.

But as close to six minutes since they’d started ticked past they found themselves stuck in a deadlock as they just took turns beating each other across the room, breast to breast, the intensity and savagery of their personal duel increasing with each minute. The massive, oval teats were seemingly equal. Thick and dense they resisted any attempt at collapsing them with a kind of feminine contempt. Coming to a stop parallel the bed they unleashed a volley of breast blows that still yielded no progress other that a rapid uptick in pain.

A slow growl worked it’s way up Yennefer’s throat until it exploded out of her mouth and her hands darted into Triss’s carefully made up hair, tugging and yanking till the hairdo fell into scraggly strands across her face. “This’s a better look for you Triss,” she spat. “You always were a messy little bi…OWW! Let go!!”

“How dare you!” Merigold shouted, tearing at the braided lengths of dark hair atop Yenn’s head until it fell down onto her face. “I’ll…OUCH!”

No way impressed by the hair she’d had worked on for hours being torn at, Yennefer kicked viciously, toes striking painfully at shins and knees. Triss responded naturally and now a three way battle raged as hands continued pulling at hair, breasts squashed, rolled and slammed together while feet lashed out madly. Then Yenn gave a sharp yelp as her underwear rode up between her legs. “So you wanna play it that way!” She snarled, her own power flowing out to grab and yank at Triss’s panties.

Thrusting, kicking and yanking at both ends had the enraged sorceress’s attention’s divided. Concentrating enough to use their magic as well was a challenge. It couldn’t last and therefore wasn’t surprising that finally the crazed gyrations of their bodies dropped them to floor when one of Triss’s missed kicks coincided with slam and panty yank from Yennefer.

Again a wild tangle raged across the floor, stockinged legs flailing wildly as they bit at shoulders and scratched backs and rears spitefully. A clawed hand snagged at pair black panties and tore at it till it came apart with a loud RIP! “BITCH!!” Yennefer howled, no longer caring if they were heard, grabbing at the redhead’s own flimsy piece of green satin and shredded it.

“WHORE!” Triss screamed. The removal of their final piece of clothing only enraged them further and they attacked each other all the harder.

But the snarls slowly took on strained edge. Crushing their bodies together, still pumping the trembling, fighting breasts together, another part of their anatomy was also engaging in it’s own war. No longer having something to grab onto they instead slapped at full, rounded rears with their mental limbs. At each blow hips thrust involuntarily, despite their best efforts to prevent it, joining in the movement as they bashed their tits together. Their breathing picked up, hitching as their rotations sped up Triss whining in distress while Yenn groaned. Abruptly Triss kicked the violet eyed sorceress away, rolling towards the wall before scrambling to her feet.

“You…scared of me now Trissy.” Yennefer taunted, forcing down her arousal mercilessly. There’d be time later. She wasn’t forgetting that humiliation. “Can’t handle me unless I’m unconscious?”

“You came before you passed out and you know it.” The redhead snapped. She didn’t waste time circling the other sorceress and leapt back into the fray. Yenn was waiting. Once more the room was filled with meaty THUDS, hollow PLOPS and fleshy WHACKS. Faces twisted from the pain of the repeated blows and both gave soft hisses as the increasing sweat from their activity entered the scratches they left on each other’s body. Sharp yelps also joined the chorus as, when the opportunity presented itself, they felt a sharp invisible blow across the side of their reddened teats.

Despite this the two enraged, naked sorceresses harshly smashed their tits together again, and again in spiteful repetition. Beating the shapely and, in their view, perfect breasts together legs began to wobble from the steadily building pain. Finally, after battering each other on unsteady legs, boobs aching and bruised, Triss and Yenn leaned into one another. Panting from the effort of trying to finish off one another quickly they now found themselves supported by the others stubborn refusal to go down.

Arms hanging limply at their sides they simply squashed their breasts together, blue eyes glaring fiercely into violet, the cat hate, resentment and jealousy on full display. Their friendship was temporarily on hold. As women they had to re-establish the pecking order that had been upended by Merigold’s sudden confident streak. This was no longer just about Geralt, though he’d always have a role in their rivalry, but about them.

“I made a mistake,” Yennefer muttered quietly, but audibly. She maintained her staring contest with Triss, realizing just how she got this wrong. Not that she would lose, but that neither woman was going to let the other leave this room until someone won. And, grabbing at the redhead’s hips, that suited her just fine. “I should’ve put you in your place a long time ago, Merigold! But I let myself believe you’d realized how lucky you were in the years since.”

“Is that what you’ve been telling yourself? I got lucky…” Triss threw her arms around Yennefer’s neck, pulling their faces together. Lips brushed together, letting the sorceress’s taste one another, as Triss’s head twisted and her mouth ended up at Yenn’s ear. “I’m going to flatten you again Yenn. This time even Geralt will know that there’s someone with a better pair of tits than you, because even if you hide the way it looks, he’ll know once he gets a feel. But don’t worry, I won’t tell him or anyone. And then tonight when you’re having sex, IF you have sex, you’ll know it’s only thanks to the fact that I’m not a two faced, bitter cunt like YOU!”

At the last word Triss thrust out her chest, shoving Yennefer back slightly, and then again rapidly. The move had their tits, that were hanging slightly after being separated clap together loudly and solidly.

“You…little…BITCH!!” The black haired sorceress gritted, almost cross eyed with rage at the redhead’s words. Arms rushed up Triss’s body to snag the scarlet locks and body bent slightly as she slammed back viciously, meeting the other’s boobs as they splashed together. “Get ready to disappear Triss. You’ll not want to be seen until you’ve remade these flabby bags after I’m done with them.”

Again and again they slammed their broad, deep breasts together. The fleshy SMACKS and meaty WHACKS had them biting their lips to avoid screaming. A dozen, then a dozen more blows they hammered into their rival’s boobs, but still it wasn’t enough. The swollen, bloated orbs crushed together mercilessly, stubbornly resisting the attempts to flatten them. A particularly powerful blow caused Triss to shudder. A second had Yennefer tasting blood and a third finally broke the dam.

Triss gave a croaking sob, and her legs buckled.

With a guttural moan Yenn collapsed.

Dragging each other down into a squat they never ceased banging their breasts together mindlessly, desperately. Finally, almost in self defense, arms crawled down sweat slicked backs to clench tightly in the middle. Whimpering, bodies rocked to and fro as each attempted to force her rival onto her back.

Panting excitedly Triss pumped her boobs into Yenn’s, seeing the fear in the woman’s violet eyes as her body bent. She tried to position her heavy glands on top of the other sorceress’s but still the black haired woman resisted stubbornly and slowly, the frantic thrusting of her boobs shoved them back upright. Then she felt herself tilting.

Grunting fiercely Yennefer kept humping her tits against Triss’s, glaring into the scared blue eyes of the sorceress. As she felt the woman’s body begin to yield to her own she pressed down with her breasts, lips curling in delight at the grimace of pain on the redhead’s face. But then she winced and her thrusts took on a manic edge as Triss’s face contorted in rage and her boobs bumped vigorously against Yenn’s, her back returning to an even position.

Maintaining their grips the women alternated from squeezing mercilessly, trying to force their boobs to punch through the opposing pair to releasing their holds just enough to thump the massive glands together when they needed to breath. Slowly they rose back to an upright position, legs shifting until they lay between the other’s limbs to try and maintain balance. The light shuffling sound of their feet on the floor also brought the fact that they were naked to forefront of their minds as it added another element to their fight. Namely the fact that their nethers now pressed together in a distinctly distracting manner.

Heads bowed, and teeth gritted, as they struggled to ignore the pleasing sensations emanating from their groins with even the most miniscule of movements. It could all be avoided by simply releasing one another and backing off, but neither proud sorceress would give an inch to her rival. Instead they squeezed their bodies even tighter together, breasts bulging, spreading under the strain while hips jerked involuntarily.

“Stop…stop humping me you damned…ginger!” Yennfer gasped, struggling to maintain her composure. She couldn’t…not again… “We came here to…to fight. Not to fu…fuck…”

“You…you stop…you fucking nympho…” Triss moaned. Their bodies froze, terrified to make any sudden movements that could set off a veritable bomb between their legs. Then Yennefer squeezed and their nipples slid together. “No…no…”

“Ah…Ah…” Feet stamped on the floor as the women desperately fought off the raging sensations boiling up from their groins. A final leg thrust as they shoved their tits together did them in, and they screamed as the pleasure exploded causing them to spin wildly as they crushed their bodies together. Lithe forms squirming and writhing together neither knew who initiated it, but when they finally came down from the sexual high they found themselves liplocked.

While fierce and aggressive, it was also a supremely passionate kiss. One that went on for far longer than it should have as their tongues wrestled strongly. A deep, longing moan from Triss suddenly reminded them of their situation. Jumping apart they staggered at the sudden movement, bodies feeling drained. Sensing weakness in the dazed manner Yennefer presented Triss ignored her pleading muscles and leapt at the raven haired woman, sending her left boob flopping to the side with a sharp blow. Yenn yelped, but struck back, driving her right breast into the redhead’s tit setting both orbs jiggling. Another blow from Triss shook Yenn’s left tit, but the force behind it seemed to unbalance the younger sorceress, who stumbled, and fell into the arms of the older woman.

Yennefer’s arms immediately snatched the tired redhead in a tight grip, managing to trap one of her arms at the side. Triss quickly recognized her danger and squirmed frantically, using her free arm to try and loosen the raven haired sorceress’s hug. But Yenn clung on tenaciously and, in the course of their boobs rolling and surging together, found hers resting atop Triss’s. A memory of past titfights tickled and she rose on her toes, dropping her weighty mass onto the redhead’s defenceless tits. Triss wailed at the blow, the first sound of pure, unmitigated pain and writhed even more desperately. At a second boob bomb she screamed, this time with anger mixed in.

“FUCK YOU YENN!!” She squealed, dipping her body and uppercutting at the sensitive undersides of Yennefer’s massive boobs. It was the dark haired sorceress’s turn to shout in pain now, but she quickly reciprocated by dropping her breasts onto the redheads’s. “MINE ARE BETTER THAN YOURS!!”

“NO! MINE ARE!!” Yennefer shouted back, splashing her meaty titflesh onto Triss’s large rack, almost flinching away from the woman’s retaliatory blow. “MINE ARE THE BEST!”

At times it seemed like Triss’s boob uppercuts would launch the dark haired woman to the ground, her feet seeming to leave the floor at the occasional blow. Other’s it seemed only a matter of time before Yenn’s boob bombs would drop the red haired sorceress to the floor, her legs visibly trembling at each heavy blow. But for almost four minutes they kept brutalizing the breasts they were so proud of in maddened violence.

They now fought on an even footing, arms around each other’s back, as Yennefer’s arms had twitched and given Triss just enough room to pull the trapped limb free. Sweat pouring down their bodies, makeup running, they nonetheless presented a magnificent scene of primal femininity. Two powerful, stubborn women fighting over pride as well as the simple ownership of a man they both desired. The fact that said man would be quite put out at being reduced to something akin to a piece of furniture didn’t deter them. Yenn came down, Triss went up, and their breasts came together with a liquid SPLAT!

Yenn’s head flailed, her hair whipping left and right wildly. Had it hurt this bad last time? She wanted to stop…no she wanted to win! She shuddered as a blow from the wild redhead sent her boobs hanging almost vertically before bringing them down onto the twin masses with a sickening SMACK!

Triss wept openly and audibly This was worse than last time. Their boobs were bigger, heavier…denser than before, and they kept beating the taut glands together mercilessly. She could barely remember to breath it hurt so bad. When Yenn’s breasts crashed down onto her tits, she gave a despairing wail as her legs crumpled, nearly dropping her onto the ground. Gritting her teeth she shot up, screaming as her breasts slapped solidly into Yenn’s, knocking the shrieking sorceress back a single step. And in that moment the bouncing breasts were once more level. Both determined, pain maddened women, shoved forward hard.

Screaming at the ceiling they clutched tightly, grinding the pained, swollen orbs mercilessly. Still it wasn’t enough. Yennefer gulped air like a fish and, in a final desperate ploy, manifested a fully pychic apparition of herself that latched itself, arms and legs, around the redheaded sorceress. Triss gurgled at the increased pressure, but quickly formed a mental simulacrum of herself that flew at Yenn’s, their spiritual forms wrestling in a tight ball. They pressed up, breasts to breasts, stomach to stomach and pussy to pussy. The best they could manage were tiny sips of air, and even screaming was beyond them now.

Their breasts were pushed together completely, full mass and against full mass, the sweat dripping down their faces almost sizzling on the heated, bulging flesh. Face to face, nose to nose, the mental strain quickly took it’s toll as the dampening field responded to the prolonged and aggressive use of their magic. Prickles ran up their spines. Sparks ran along their skin as they fought both physically and mentally. Then they stiffened and one woman gave a croaking sob.

They’re psychic forms, also trapped in a bearhug, tilted further and further until the one losing gave a wail and shattered. The backlash hit the sorceress hard and she unintentionally flinched away, giving the barest of openings. And the opposing pair of boobs rushed in to fill the gap and then kept going as the rival pair resisted valiantly, but were finally penetrated. Unable to keep it’s shape any longer, it mushroomed from the tip as the opposing breasts brutally forced their way in.

“No…no…” Tear streaks running down her face Triss Merigold stared in disbelief as her, once, strong and proud breasts gave way slowly, but steadily from pressure of Yennefer’s victorious boobs. Even as she looked on her tits rippled and flowed away from Yenn’s, arms simply falling limp to the side.

“Look at me Triss. Look at me, damn you!” Yennefer demanded hoarsely, barely able to keep the relief off her face as the ginger’s head rose to glare dully at her. She drank in the look of bitter loss on the woman’s face like the smoothest red wine. Yenn shifted the tired sorceress around in her arms, trapping bother her arms at the side while grinding their breasts together to emphasize the order. “We both know who…who won here tonight. Don’t we!”

Triss pursed her lips stubbornly, refusing to give in, even as her feet left the floor. “Fuck you!” She whispered mournfully. Then screamed as Yenn squeezed again.

“I’ll do it, Triss. So help me, admit you lost or I’ll finish the job.” Yennefer rasped. Her own breasts ached abominably, so she could only imagine what Triss was going through as her boobs slowly flattened. Hefting her feet off the smooth stone floor she squeezed again, heard Triss wail and struggle weakly. But…she couldn’t do it…

As her breasts slowly forced the redhead’s boobs into her chest Yenn realized she couldn’t follow through on her threat. She and Triss had had many spats throughout the decades but this…if she continued this…it would go beyond just a falling out. The girl might outright hate her for it. And…she admitted to herself…there’d be no way to hide it from Geralt either. And who knew what the chivalrous ass might do if he learned he was responsible for what lay between them. But she couldn’t just let Triss go after what she did…last…time…

Triss felt like she was floating in pain, the sudden soft shock of her back hitting the mattress made her moan then Yenn’s weight on her body made her groan. “Turnabout’s fair play Trissy!” She heard the sorceress say, then her airways were muffled by the scent of sweaty flesh and Yenn’s own distinct musk. Struggling, she bit down on the flesh blocking her airways, but the cry from Yenn didn’t sound pained. Instead it sounded excited. And at a sudden pressure around her groin she felt herself respond in kind despite her consciousness slowly fading.

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“Do I even want to know what took you so long?” Geralt asked sourly, sipping at a glass.

“I see you’ve developed a new kink while I was away,” Yennefer quipped. “We ran into some old colleagues. Triss stayed behind to talk some more.”

“Uh huh,” Geralt regarded his lover suspiciously. Slightly flushed skin, a smudge on her cheek where makeup may have been hastily re-applied and voice a pitch higher than before she left. Then he noticed what she was drinking. “How much of that have you drunk?”

“A glass or two while we talked. Tastes delightfully sweet.” Yenn stared boldly, holding up a glass of white wine daring him to ask the questions she knew were floating about in his head. Hopefully instead he’d notice…

“That might be the aphrodisiac,” he remarked. “I’ve noticed a few of the drinks have differing levels mixed in.”

“You don’t say,” she replied, leaning into him, running a tongue along his neck openly to the surprise of those nearby. Tilting her head back she quaffed the remainder of the drink in one.

“Yen…are we going back to Loxia after you’re done here?’ Geralt gulped at the open display. After the things he’d heard he couldn’t be sure if they’d try and stop her, or egg her on if she began to strip him right here in the hall.

“No, we aren’t.”

“I beg you’re pardon?!”

“I want to spend the night here in Aretuza. With you.” Yennefer plucked another glass of white wine from a passing server. “An aphrodisiac you say? Fascinating…”

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When Triss woke up the first thing that hit her was the pain. Gingerly the palpated the flaccid orbs that had once been the boobs she was so proud of. A sudden scream made her shoot up into a sitting position. A, very male, roar soon joined it…both were voices she recognized.

“Bitch!” The redhead spat. Yenn was proclaiming her ownership of Geralt in a manner that none could mistake. And, she knew, a warning to any that got any ideas. Triss ground her teeth as the woman continued to squeal loudly and audibly. Her expression darkened as made her way to the small alcove wear the tub was.

First a bath. Then whatever sleep she could garner. Then…come what may. Back on the bed, two damp spots stained the covers.

The End

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