Gavels for Guilty Guts

by RRff (Reno R'QuL, the Fntastk Femme)

A long standing dispute between the eldest daughters of two important tribal families is settled according to ancient tradition

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!"
"You wish that was possible. But right now you have bigger concerns. Like how much you are going to risk to prove me wrong. I've told you before princess, that some day my family would replace yours as the tribal rulers, and my victory in this dispute will bring that day one step closer to being realized."
For a moment Princess Ashlym stared coldly at Duchess Xanora before replying. "You know our people will never accept leadership based on lies, especially coming from one who's -- "
"ENOUGH!" Both young ladies turned to the warizon as she looked angrily from one to the other, while a hush fell over all those in attendance. The statuesque blonde, Commander Etynal Naelida, was their fiercest fighter, and the staunchest defender of the tribe's traditions. Therefore, the chief warizon was responsible for making sure that honour was preserved for all members.
Only the highest families of the Aurorae were allowed to bring their disputes directly to her. For years, the tribe had seen the tension between the ruling Aeola family and their rivals, the Boetias climb with each additional year of age, and inch of stature, of the two eldest daughters. Now, either one had been caught breaking the community's most extreme taboo, or the other had crafted a lie so insidious, only the Aurorae's most powerful vindicator, Cdr. Naelida, would see this explosive issue resolved.
Etynal's power and elegance were evident even in the simplest actions, such as now when she stood up and walked purposefully between the two rivals.
"It is unfortunate," she continued as she looked from one to the other, "that you two have allowed the wildness of your youth to override the kind of behaviour that is appropriate for your positions.
"But as an accusation has been brought to me, I have summoned your families, and called upon all who were able to gather that they may attend and witness. And now, I will state the indictment." With a nod to each young woman, the chief warizon indicated that they were to follow her as she moved forward to the railing that curved across the front of the dias. Once they were all there, Etynal swept her imposing gaze across the assemblage as she announced the complaint.
"Duchess Xanora of the Boetias, brings accusation against Princess Ashlym, daughter of Queen Aphrydolia Aeola, our ruler and most beautiful of the Aurorae. The accusation is one of treason by means of a liaison with an e-grom from the tribe of Syren, our sworn enemy." A collective gasp came from those gathered at the gravity of the what had just been said. Such an act was the highest betrayal of the Aurorae.
When Etynal raised her pikestaff, all grew quiet again. She lowered it, then looking from one to the other asked, "Having heard the accusation, are you prepared to name your champions?" When they both nodded, she continued, "They both now have committed themselves to witness this rencontre to its conclusion, and therefore have agreed to submit accordingly to sentencing." The commander then turned to her left to face the raven-haired accuser. "Now Duchess Xanora, before all here assembled, choose your heroine!!"
"I choose the warizon Serval Foxemists as my heroine." A murmur went through the crowd as the brunette entered the amphitheatre. The fullness of her 36DD breasts stretched the wildcat skin that also covered the rest of her body. Front and back pieces of dark brown leather were connected by braided leather straps which matched in colour the traditional knee-high leather boots and elbow-length leather gloves that completed her outfit.
Serval was from a family that had seemed bred to fight. They possessed a cunning and agility that coupled with brute strength was often an overwhelming combination that few could match in any combat situation. And Serval's smoothly muscled athletic body was the epitome of feline ferocity and treacherousness.
When Cdr. Naelida again swept her pikestaff through the air, silence once more descended upon those gathered. She turned to Princess Ashlym on her other side and repeated the question.
"I choose Silver Stayven as my heroine." After an initial gasp, another murmur ran through those assembled as the blonde heroine entered. A sleeveless and legless silver-blue cotton unitard was covered by a navy-blue belted leather corselet that accented her 38DD breasts, and was matched in colour by leather gloves and boots the same length that her opponent wore. While generally having the same athletic build as the brunette, there was a softness about her that when added to her stunning beauty, had caused many to underestimate her fighting abilities, much to their eventual regret.
Silver was a member of the royal guard. While all guards were warizons, there had been a feeling amongst the tribe that time spent in that most prestigious assignment tended to dull the combat instincts and skills of those who served that role. For that reason, the length of term had been shortened over the years to make sure that those chosen would not lose their 'edge'. Therefore, they would not require extensive reconditioning once returned to the regular ranks, and soon after find themselves on the front lines.
It also was well-known that Silver was a favourite of Princess Ashlym. There was even a rumour that their relationship was more than just royalty and guard. Although Duchess Xanora had hoped this was what the princess would do because she was aware of the story, she could not believe that her rival actually had made that choice. A smirk began to show on her face as she believed she was going to enjoy this even more than she had planned.
A wave of unease sloshed through Princess Ashlym's stomach as she listened to the reaction of those assembled to her choice of heroine. She had known Silver long before the warizon had taken her present assignment. And despite being royalty and gladiatrix, the two found that they shared a lot in common, and had grown even closer after the transfer. And while there was no other warizon she would have wanted to champion her position, she also knew she was risking a lot. Ashlym actually had chosen another to be her heroine, but Silver had insisted that she be the one until eventually the princess relented.
As a member of the royal family, Princess Aeola knew of the reason for the constant rotation of the palace guard. But she also knew how proud Silver was to be warizon, and that she had worked hard to maintain fighting fitness in spite of her lush surroundings. And having seen the intensity with which the blonde trained, she believed that her heroine would rise to the challenge presented by any opponent. And she hoped that her belief would be enough against a heroine whose reputation for visciously dispatching opponents was well known.
Etynal resumed her preface. "For generations, such accusations of character have been settled in one way -- personal combat by heroines who represent the litigants. Thus, we are gathered today.
"Princess Ashlym Aeola," pronounced the commander turning again to her right, "should your heroine Silver Stayvens be vanquished, you and the entire Aeola family will have been found guilty of the accusation. As punishment, you personally will submit to the 'doubling' by Duchess Xanora and her heroine, Serval. Then you, Princess Ashlym, your family and will submit to servitude to Xanora's family."
Turning again to her left, "Duchess Xanora Boetia, should your heroine Serval Foxemists be vanquished, you and the entire Boetia family will have been found guilty of bringing before me a false accusation. As punishment, you personally will submit to the 'doubling' by Princess Ashlym and her heroine, Silver. Then you, Duchess Xanora, and your family will submit to servitude to the royal family."
As custom demanded, while Cdr. Naelida announced the punishments for each litigant, the matching heroine had made her way across the grass floor of the amphitheatre and stood in front of the three-member court. Those in attendance were now on the edge of their seats which were above the walls that were covered in rubber plant vines. They knew that the contest was about to begin.
"And finally, Serval Foxemists and Silver Stayven," Cdr. Naelida stated looking down at the protagonists before her, "you both are paying tribute to tradition by agreeing to be heroines for these two litigants. Consequently, you will fight until one heroine can render the other unconsciousness. The vanquished will then be subject to the 'pleasuring' by the victrix, and finally, will be banished from the tribe. Therefore, by accepting the rewards and punishments hereby stated, your families will be freed from punishment, and thus the requirement for retribution.
"Now, ready yourselves." In response to the instruction, the two heroines turned to face each other. Both warizons knew the reputation of the other, but outside of warizon training activites, they had never faced each other in combat. The brunette slowly brought up her right arm in front of her chest while the blonde did the same with her left, and lightly touched them together from elbow to fist. They began to increase the pressure slightly as they adjusted their feet, anticipation building in their coiled bodies. At last all movement ceased as they stared intently into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever while they awaited the commander's signal to begin.
Etynal's left hand shot out in front of her as she explosively shouted the order, "FIGHT!!". Before the word had finished reverberating around the amphitheatre, Serval, in a lightning move grabbed Silver's left wrist with her right hand and pulled it down and to the blonde's left. Almost at the same time, the brunette drove her right knee up into her opponent's midsection doubling her over with an explosive grunt.
"As a warizon, and especially as a royal guard, you're supposed to be ready for anything," Serval mocked as she stood over the gasping fighter. While the brunette didn't actually hate her opponent, this was giving her quite a bit of satifaction. She considered herself one of the tribe's premier fighters, and to have an early advantage over one who had been given such a prestigious assignment ahead of her (under what some considered to be peculiar circumstances) was something that she was relishing.
Enraged by the comments, and embarrassed that she had allowed herself to be surprised, Silver leapt at her foe before she fully was recovered, and without any kind of plan in mind. So it was easy for Serval to grab her outstretched arms to blunt her attack, then she shifted the positions of each of her hands so that she and the blonde were now engaged in a test of strength.
The brunette realized quickly, however, that her attempt to dominate Silver this way was not going to work. Fueled by rage that was clearly evident in her face, the blonde was beginning to impose her will in this contest within the fight. But not wanting to give back the early advantage her tactics had given her, Serval snapped a series of kicks with her right foot into Silver's midsection. After the first two set the legs of the princess's heroine shaking, two more in rapid succession dropped her to both knees with the brunette looming above her, their fingers still interlocked.
Silver knew she had let Serval set the tempo early in the fight, and now, unless she could come up with a way to change the momentum she was going to suffer an embarrassingly early defeat. When the brunette stepped over the blonde's right arm with her left leg, and then the left arm with the right leg, the blue-clad heroine knew what was coming.
Silver bent backward as far as she could as Serval inched her thighs closer together. She knew the brunette was about to try and get her up close and personal with the piece of leather that covered the brunette's now swollen nether regions. Serval pulled up sharply on the blonde's hands to bring her face closer to that pleasure zone. Just as the standing head scissors was clenched in, Silver managed to turn her head slightly which gave her face the smallest amount of extra room.
Serval looked down with wicked satisfaction as she towered over her opponent. She saw that the anger in the blonde's face had been replaced by desparation and worry as she had moved her body forward. The brunette paused briefly to let Silver bend back as far as possible before yanking up on her hands which brought the blonde's head into position, then squeezed her thighs together.
Using what little space she had, Silver drew as much air as she could into her lungs. She instantly became light-headed from the the overpowering scent of Serval's womanhood that accompanied that breath. She managed to stay focused and blew targeted puffs of air at that leather strap. She felt that her strategy was for naught as Serval's only reaction seemed to be the tightening of the scissor hold. The brunette's muscular thighs were cutting off the much needed air, as well as increasing the pressure on the blonde's head, which was bringing her closer to unconsciousness, and thus defeat.
Serval felt eroticism building in her body as she increased the pressure of the standing headscissors. Besides the prolonged beatdown of an opponent, nothing was more exciting than a quick victory. But she realized too late that Silver's frantic breathing was for more than just trying to prevent herself from staving off defeat. A spike in her arousal caused a shudder to pass up through her body and down through her thighs, causing her to shift position slightly.
Feeling Serval move a little provided the opening Silver had been hoping for. She pushed her head up as best she could, which wasn't much considering her awkward position. When her forehead hit that now wet leather strap, the blonde pulled down as hard as she could with her left hand, further unbalancing the brunette. Twisting to left as best she could, with one last push up with her head caused Serval to stumble off to her right. Xanora's heroine released the blonde's hands as she tried to regain her balance, which allowed the princess's heroine to roll away and escape.
Serval turned around quickly and saw that the blonde had gotten unsteadily to her feet. While a little upset with herself for allowing Silver to maneuvre out of the finishing hold, she also smiled inwardly at the blonde's ingenuity in finding a means of escape. But now she was determined that much more to achieve victory.
Silver gasped desparately as she tried to get air back into her lungs so that her oxygen starved body and brain could be refueled to allow her to continue. Unfortunately, she could see from the look on Serval's face that she wouldn't be given the time she badly needed.
The heroines slowly circled each other until they were back in the original positions when the fight had started. Up in the court, Cdr. Naelida watched intently while she rested on the seat she had retaken since ordering the contest to begin. Princess Ashlym was on her feet shouting encouragement, as was Duchess Xanora, who was trying to keep the frustration of being cheated from an early victory out of her cheers. The rest of the audience settled back a little as it became evident that this battle was going to be longer than it first seemed.
Not wanting to give Silver a chance to fully recover, Serval went on the attack snapping a series of kicks at her opponent. The blonde was again on the defensive as she attempted to block and avoid the flying feet. Off balance and tiring quickly, Silver's defences couldn't keep up which allowed Serval to knock her down down on her perfectly shaped ass with a spinning back kick to the right shoulder. As Silver pushed up with her arms to get back to her feet, she left her midsection open. Serval drove her right fist down into the blonde's abs driving the air from her lungs with an explosive grunt, and knocking her back down to the ground.
Silver scrambled back to her feet as quickly as she could, but Serval, with the catlike quickness embodied by her name was on the blonde before she could reset herself. Crouching down, she drove a right uppercut into the blonde's full, left breast, causing her to howl in pain. Staying low, the brunette pumped her left fist up into
Silver's midsection which lifted the blonde up off her feet and loudly forced more air from her lungs. Before Silver could set her boots securely on the ground, the brunette slapped the left side of her face with her right hand, then slipped that hand up behind the blonde's head, pulled forward and plowed her left knee up into her opponent's midsection. Another loud grunt signified the last bit of air being driven from the lungs of the princess's heroine before she collapsed to the ground on her hands and knees, alternately gasping and groaning loudly.
Serval looked down contemptuously at her opponent. "Why did Princess 'As-if' choose you?" scoffed the brunette. "That midsection has muscles? It's more like a sponge." All Silver could do in response was pound the ground with her clenched fists as she tried to fight the firey pain already raging in her battered abs.
Duchess Xanora also revelled in the early advantage gained by her heroine. She came up behind Princess Ashlym who was leaning forward grabbing the railing tightly with her hands, her head down.
"Looks like it's going to be short and sweet," Xanora taunted as she leaned in close behind her rival. Ashlym squeezed the rail even harder, hoping she wouldn't give any other indication of how upset she was with what she had seen so far.
Down in the pit, Serval shook her head as she walked slowly around Silver, who was still on the ground groaning, trying desparately to come up with a way to reverse the course of the contest. The brunette finally stopped on the blonde's left side, stood with her fists on her hips, then continued her taunts.
"I probably shouldn't take advantage of one who is beneath me. But hey, I'm enjoying this far too much." The words were barely out of
her mouth when she stepped forward and kicked her left foot up into Silver's midsection which sent the blonde flying through the air, wailing in pain. She landed with a loud thud, then rolled over a couple of times before coming to rest on her back, knees drawn up and arms covering her battered belly.
Ashlym looked up when she heard Silver cry out. She released her grip on the rail, then slammed her hands back down before she regripped it again. She was about to shout out more words of encouragement, when she saw that her heroine was not done yet.
Believing that her opponent was close to being finished, Serval walked nonchalantly towards the blonde's feet that now were pounding the turf randomly. But when she bent over to continue spewing insults, Silver suddenly kicked up both feet and rammed them into the brunette's open midsection. With a loud grunt, Serval flew back through the air and landed on her muscular ass. Her momentum caused her to do a backward somersault, landing awkwardly on her hands and knees before falling onto her left side, groaning loudly. Meanwhile, Silver, revitalized by the results of her desperate move, sprang to her feet. She virtually leapt over to her opponent, landing in a crouch in front of the brunette as she slowly got to her feet.
"Now let's see if you've got the guts to be surprised," snarled Silver. Serval turned and looked with amazement at her opponent who suddenly was right in front of her. That amazement immediately changed to shock, then pain as Silver drove a stiff, straight right deep into the brunette's midsection, which produced an explosive grunt as she doubled over. Serval staggered backwards a couple of steps as she gasped loudly trying to get the air back into her lungs.
Not wanting to give her opponent any chance to recover, Silver moved quickly to close the distance between them. Staying low, the blonde ripped punches with both fists up into the fullness of both of the brunette's breasts, which straightened Serval up as she wailed in pain. Ashlym's heroine then pumped a left and right uppercut combination into the brunette's solar plexus, which drove more air from her lungs with vociferous grunts, and lifted her off her feet. Serval desparately tried to keep her feet underneath her, but crumpled to the grass on one knee.
Delighted to see the brunette in trouble, Ashlym turned to Xanora and delivered her own taunt. "Time for you to be concerned about your heroine. Looks like she can dish it out, but can't take it." Xanora just stared back coldly for a moment, but both of them returned their attention to the action when a loud *SLAP* reached their ears.
Continuing to press her advantage, Silver had moved in as soon as her foe was upright, and with an open right hand had struck the left side of Serval's face, which spun her head around to the right. The blonde followed up with a left aimed at the right side of Serval's face. But the brunette, now enraged, blocked the blow with her right arm. She then responded using her left to slap the right side of the blonde's face.
Moving quickly before Silver could turn back and face her, Serval drove her right knee up into Silver's belly, doubling her over with a loud grunt. A right uppercut to the left breast straightened the blonde up as she cried out in pain. That cry became a piercing, high-pitched wail when the brunette drove a stiff, straight left directly to the nipple of Silver's right breast. Her fist distorted the perfect shape of the full, firm flesh, sending the blonde staggering backwards.
"You were saying?" offered Xanora mockingly. Ashlym did not respond, but instead just stared disconsolately as she watched Serval rip right and left hooks into Silver's midsection, followed by a left hook to the right obliques, and a right uppercut to the left breast. With the blonde straightened up and open, Serval let her fists fly as she used Silver's chest prominences as punching bags, pounding them with both fists from all directions.
"You know, I really didn't think you would risk your precious guardian for this," Xanora teased. "And I bet your regretting it now, because by the time this is finished, those 'pillows' that you love so much won't be in good enough shape for you to rest your head on."
Seeing her heroine being battered was bad enough, but having her rival openly relishing in it was more than Ashlym could bear. Plus, her comments suggested that she was more aware of the closeness of her relationship with the warizon than the princess liked. She suddenly turned and swung her right arm in an arc so that the back of her hand smacked loudly against Xanora's face, spinning her around.
"LADIES!!" Both young women whirled toward the voice, Ashlym, before she could follow up, and Xanora before she could respond. "Tradition," Cdr. Naelida finished simply. The rivals dropped their heads under her steely gaze, then turned back to the railing to continue to follow the action.
They saw Silver desparately trying to fight back, but Serval was landing more blows more effectively, and not being hurt has much in the exchanges. The blonde thought she had been able to pick up a pattern in the brunette's punch sequence, but as her responses were starting to slow she was unable to put that knowledge to use.
As her opponent continued to strike her midsection and breasts with punches, chops, finger spears, knees and kicks, the pain made it harder and harder for the princess's heroine to concentrate. Also, Serval's jackhammer blows were making it more and more difficult for her to breathe, so that her muscles and brain were not getting enough of the oxygen that was crucial for them to operate efficiently.
It all added up to Silver being backed up as the brunette was able to shred her rapidly weakening defenses. Serval, with measured precision, freely blasted her targets on Silver's belly and breasts as she sensed her opponent's failing resolve. All but certain that she was going to win, Xanora's heroine wanted to make sure she could dish out as much punishment as possible so that the blonde would feel every blow. And the more blows she could make her opponent feel, the more complete and satisfying would be the victory.
For the duchess, this was going better than she had imagined. She had believed that Silver's appointment to the royal guard was because of the long suspected relationship that she had with the princess. While Xanora also knew that the blonde warizon was an excellent fighter, she didn't really believe that Princess Ashlym actually would use someone so close to her as heroine. And the fact that Silver was in fact the choice, and therefore the one getting the stuffing knocked out of her, made what she was witnessing all the more delicious.
Princess Ashlym was becoming more and more anxious with every body shattering blow that Silver absorbed. Not only was someone she was extremely close to being methodically hammered, but Silver's defeat would mean her family would be enslaved by the Boetias. If she could, the princess would willingly have gone into battle herself, but as royalty was prevented by tribal tradition. And worst of all, Xanora somehow had found out about their relationship, which meant she would doubly enjoy this unless Silver could find away to turn things around Realizing that her defences were virtually nonexistent, Silver decided to try and use all of her rapidly flagging energies for offence. Even though she knew that it would leave her even more open to Serval's blows, the blonde began sending wild kicks and punches as quickly as she could at her opponent.
At first, Serval simply blocked the incoming blows, as they were so poorly thrown that they were easy to read. But then she decided to take a step or two back to see how she could take advantage of the situation. When Silver threw another wild right, the brunette easily avoided the punch, then ripped a left hook into the open right side. With a loud groan, the blonde folded over on her right side and staggered off to her left while her predatory foe stalked her.
Silver straightened up as best she could and turned back to try again. With her right arm pressed tightly to her side, she threw a wild left. Anticipating it, Serval slipped inside and plowed an uppercut into the blonde's solar plexus. A loud grunt passed Silver's lips as she folded in half, her left arm across aching middle.
Serval deliberately walked up beside the blonde, pulled her right arm from her side and put it in a hammerlock on her back. The brunette pressed down on Silver's back, then began driving her right knee up into the blonde's full, firm right mound. Each blow produced a high-pitched wail of pain before Silver's knees finally buckled. When the blonde's arm was released, she crumpled to the ground, groaning loudly.
Princess Ashlym was disconsolate as she watched Serval hovering over her heroine without really pressing the advantage. Xanora was shouting with glee as she felt that all this was close to being over. They both saw Silver stagger to her feet and try and get some distance from the brunette who again was closing in as she also sensed that victory was near.
Just as Silver straightened up, Serval ripped a left hook into the blonde's right obliques, followed by a straight right to the midsection that doubled her over, a left hook into the outside of the right breast, a right uppercut to the left breast, a back-handed left chop to the top of the right breast, a three finger stab to the fullness of the left breast, and then a left hook across the abs. Finally, a right uppercut to the solar plexus lifted the blonde off her feet and sent her staggering back into the vine-covered wall, close to the door where she had entered the amphitheatre.
Silver struggled for breath as she tried to make her legs obey her desire to stay upright. All she could get her hands to do was grab the rubber plant vines to try and help keep herself on her feet. Secretly, Serval admired the resiliency and determination that her opponent had shown. But, not one to pass up an opportunity, the brunette moved in and began hammering away at the blonde's wide open midsection, whose body shook rag doll like in response to each new blow that hit home. Warizon though she was, even Silver's body had a limit at which no more punishment could be endured. So it was not a surprise to any in attendance when her knees buckled again, and her back slid down the wall as her blonde locks, mop-like from the bouncing around of her head from all the body shocks, left a ragged trail in the vines.
Serval took a couple of steps back and ran her fingers through her hair as she took a big breath. After a short while, she reached down, grabbed the blonde by the shoulders, pulled her up onto wobbly legs, then leaned back and monkey-flipped Silver through the air. Ashlym's heroine landed awkwardly and roughly rolled over a couple of times before she came to a stop face down on the grass.
After turning and getting to her feet, Serval walked slowly but decisively over to where her opponent lay on the ground, writhing slowly. She looked down disdainfully at the blonde who was struggling to breathe in between pained gasps and groans, then haughtily turned her attention to the three-member court while pointing down at her semi-conscious opponent.
"This was your best choice, princess!?!" she bellowed. Ashlym just hung her head in resignation, while Xanora clapped her hands and laughed while she jumped up and down with excitement. Serval nodded her acknowledgement of the duchess's celebration, then turned her attention back to completing her task.
Serval put her right foot into the blonde's ribs and pushed to flip her over onto her back. Unresisting, Silver rolled over as her head lolled slowly back and forth, arms splayed out to the sides as her majestic mounds unevenly lifted and lowered with her ragged breathing. The brunette sensuously sat herself down on her opponent's thighs. She then reached forward with her gloved hands and lightly slapped Silver's face a couple of times to make sure she was aware enough to appreciate what was about to come.
After Silver's head was knocked from one side to the other by the slaps, she let out a long, low groan, then her eyes slowly fluttered open. She groaned again when Serval's face came into focus, then fully realized that her opponent had gotten herself comfortable on her hips. While her body knew it had been defeated, her warizon mind and spirit still wanted to fight on. So part of her brain was instructing her hands and arms to fight, but they weren't responding properly to her commands.
Serval ignored the weakly flailing limbs and eased herself forward over the blonde. When she felt she was in the right place, she put an arm down on each side of Silver to brace herself, then stretched her legs back one at a time. She slowly lowered her thighs, hips and abs down onto Silver's body. Then after a brief pause, dropped her pleasure heavy breasts onto the blonde's sore, swollen ones, which brought a slight grunt from her lips.
After she spent a couple of minutes pressing her mounds into Silver's, as well as doing circular breast-to-breast massages, Serval pushed her body forward until her domes were over the blonde's face. Silver, who was already having problems breathing because of the weight of the brunette's body on hers, now had her air totally cut off as the sweat-soaked animal skin that covered those full, firm breasts completely enveloped her nose and mouth.
A murmur went through the crowd as they realized that Serval had not secured the breastsmother pin by wrapping her arms around the back of the blonde's head. This was the ultimate humiliation as the victrix was showing her opponent, and all in attendanc,e that she believed the loser had been so badly beaten that she had absolutely no hope of escaping to rally and reverse the outcome. And that the weight of the winner's breasts alone was enough to secure the final decision.
But none of this was of any concern to Silver. Not only was consciousness quickly fading, but she had to deal with the fact that the brunette was doing everything she could to show her dominance. Serval had forced her muscular right thigh into the junction between the blonde's thighs. Reflexively, Silver wrapped her thighs around the limb that now was pushing rhythmically on her nether regions. The movement was causing Serval's own nether regions to press against Silver's thigh.
Almost out, Silver was barely aware of the brunette's moans of pleasure as sexual excitement built in her body. She probably would have been out already, but each thrust that Serval made caused a spike in her own arousal that sparked her brain, and kept her alert. It was uncertain what would happen first, whether she would lose consciousness, or that her body would achieve release.
As Serval continued to grind away, her body became more and more inflamed. She began to squirm around, partly in response to her body's stimulation, and partly to increase the pressure of her pleasure zone against Silver's thigh. A small ripple that ran through her body caused her to shift position a little and lift up slightly before she grasped blades of grass and pressed her body down more firmly.
Silver's oxygen starved lungs suddenly filled with air when the brunette's body briefly bucked up. But relief was short-lived as instead of her face being jammed between two breasts, it was now weighed down and covered completely by the right one. Unable to breath, and her mind almost shut down, her last thoughts were of how she had floundered. She had allowed herself to be outfoxed by an opponent who really should have been no more than her equal. And as a result, she had failed her precious princess, and would no longer be able to share those treasured moments that had been few, but so very memorable.
Serval continued to wiggle and press down on the blonde while thrusting down and forward with her hips, escalating arousal in both their bodies. Just before a climax was about to shake her body, Silver's last conscious act was to bite down on the long, stiff nipple that had been pressing against her full lips through the sweat-drenched, musky animal skin that covered it.