Scenes of primal traditions

The year is 94 BC, on the eastern Black Sea coast. Two Amazon tribes had been locked in a bitter land dispute for decades. The coveted territory, perfect for cultivating lush vineyards, was the heart of their conflict. To prevent further bloodshed, it was decided that the two priestesses of Aisore, the goddess of love and war, powerful and valued advisors to their respective tribes, should compete against each other in a sexual, tribadic competition. The goddess would undoubtedly favor the one in the duel who she considered more worthy of letting her sisters settle here.

The two women, well versed in the act of sexual satisfaction, retreated to a secluded beach to decide this war with a climax. Together they walked naked through the forest to announce their contest to the female spirits of nature. They sang a prayer to ask for energy for a long and passionate test of strength so that they could truly prove themselves before the eyes of their goddess. Finally, they reached the coast, where the sound of the waves and the air filled with salt water created an intimate yet primal atmosphere. The priestesses faced each other, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. Orithia took the first step, her gaze dipping down to Kallista's lips before returning to her eyes. "May the goddess guide our hands and hearts," she said, her voice a low rumble. Kallista responded with a nod, her lips curling into a subtle smile. "Let us honor her with our passion."

The setting sun made their skin shimmer in a golden light, just as their hands explored each other's bodies, lips and tongues moistened hard nipples, as if two marble statues had come to life. Seemingly, the goddess enjoyed their sensual duel, for their lust began to burn hot. She gifted her warring priestesses with plenty of moisture between their thighs so that the fight could begin. Which of her two servants, well acquainted with their mistress's art, would be able to withstand the libido sent out by Aisore for longer?

As their clits touched and began to wrestle, their moans and screams echoed to the heavens and opened the gates to their mistress's sensual treasure of knowledge. They let their vulvas collide, let their labia dance with each other, unite and separate again with sticky threads of pleasure. The forces of nature took over their actions and their will to win this battle was more unbroken than ever. Nevertheless, the constant stimulation took its toll, and both felt the peak of their orgasmic endurance approaching after what felt like an endless give and take.

With one last push they dared to force the decision, but when their breasts began to tremble simultaneously and they cried out after gasping for breath, it was clear that they were evenly matched. But in this competition no draw was tolerated, neither by the worldly nor by the divine. So, after a short break, Kallista fell onto her back so that Orithia could mount her and their still slippery vulvas could resume the battle…

Wet Business

Maja's (red-haired) living room had been transformed into a makeshift pottery studio, the scent of fresh clay and glaze filling the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the meticulously arranged vases, bowls, and figurines that lined the shelves and tables. A local florist, a sharp-tongued woman named Elena (brunette), stepped in with a critical eye, her arms crossed over her chest.

"These are all so...plain," Elena said with a sniff. "They're not going to stand out in my store. I need something with more...flair."

Maja's face grew hot. She had spent countless hours perfecting her craft, and this woman was dismissing it so easily. "My style is elegant and timeless," she retorted. "Maybe your taste is just too garish to appreciate it."

"Elegant?" Elena scoffed. "These could've been made by a one-handed pensioner!"

Maja's hands clenched into fists. "You wouldn't know elegance if it slapped you across your over-glossed lips!"

The tension in the room was palpable. Then, Elena leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "And I bet you couldn't even throw a pot without getting your hands all sticky with your own juices, you fucking amateur."

Maja's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Elena stepped closer, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "You heard me. I bet you couldn't handle a real challenge, especially not between the legs."

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and the two women stared at each other, the heat of the moment making their breaths shallow. Then, with an angry hiss, Maja grabbed Elena by the arm, dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

"You want a challenge?" she growled. "Let's settle this the womanly way."

The fight was on. Maja's hands were already at her own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping with a feral hunger. With a surprised and expectant grin, Elena watched Maja uncovering her wet pussy, her clit swollen with desire. "Let's see if you can handle this kind of 'flair'," she taunted.

Elena's eyes widened with lust. She followed Maja's lead, her own hands moving swiftly to strip away her jeans and underwear. Her pussy was equally wet, her arousal evident as she lay naked on the blanket, spread her legs and let her fingers slide through her labia.

"You think you're so special with that?" Elena jeered, her voice thick with arousal. "I've seen better in a brothel."

Maja's eyes flashed. "We'll see who's better."

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths. Then, Maja sat down full of vigor between the open thighs of her challenger, slamming her pussy into Elena's. The collision resulted in a loud, wet smacking sound, which sent a pleasurable jolt through both of them. They began to grind against each other, their hips moving in a frenzied dance. Their pussies were hot, wet and slick. Elena and Maja moaned passionately, calling each other slut or whore and mixing their juices into a sweet nectar that covered their battling clits.

"You fuck great, bitch! But not as good as me. I will subdue you! Your climax is mine!"

"You are the best cunt I've had in a long time. But don’t fool yourself Your pussy will burn when mine is done with her."

"Oh, do you think so? Are you sure you don't want to kiss my 'over-glossed' lips?"

"Yeah! I wanna kiss you while our pussies fight and fight and fight, getting wetter, getting slipperier…"

"Fuck, it's so hot when you talk like that. Now trib me harder, faster, I want to see our juices splash!"