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…