Submarine Adventure- A Neverwhere Story

Dagon the warmaster of Zegium, the man responsible for the security of the flying city, summoned Den and Kath to his office. As the foremost warriors and adventurers of the great city, Den and Kath were used to being called upon by the leaders of the city when missions vital to Zegium’s well-being had to be undertaken. However, this call was somewhat unexpected. The city had been at peace for many years and its commercial and diplomatic relations, especially with the Red Kingdom, were good -despite (or maybe because of) Den’s and (especially) Kath’s complicated relationship with the Red Queen.

“Please sit,” Dagon said to the gorgeous, nude couple. Dagon was wearing only a loincloth that fit snugly around his genitals, and sandals. He was draped in a cape held in place by a brooch at his neck, displaying the insignia of his office. He was a very handsome man, muscular and well-built, though not the spectacular physical specimen that was Den. The man appeared to be in his early forties, but he was much, much older.

Den and Kath sat on the comfortable chairs in front of Dagon’s great crystal desk. The warmaster contemplated the beautiful couple before him for a moment.
Den was completely hairless and completely nude. The bald man was the epitome of physical perfection. His chiseled muscles were complemented by the very impressive phallus hanging between his legs. For the moment, Den’s prick was tumescent, but Dagon had seen the instrument at full staff -Den was a man easily aroused and Zegium was a city filled with beautiful, nearly nude women- and it was truly a sight to behold.

Kath was Den’s fitting female counterpart in every way. She possessed shoulder length, golden hair, a beautiful, symmetrical face, and blazing blue eyes. Other than the hair on her head, her incredible body was completely hairless and completely naked. Her magnificent breasts were huge and perfectly formed, their density evident in their succulent bounce. Her abdomen was carved beautifully into smooth, rippling muscles, centered by a deep, narrow navel. Her thighs and calves were sculpted perfectly, powerful and curved into muscled, womanly hips. Even her bare feet were perfect. Between her legs was a thick-lipped pussy, the juicy slit beckoning seductively. Like Den, she radiated physical confidence and sexual power.

“I have called you here because we have a special mission that Den is well-suited to undertake,” Dagon began.

“Why only Den? What about me?” Kath asked.

“We have asked for Den because he has experience operating the submarine that we will use for this mission.”

Kath nodded. Den frowned. “Please explain.”

“Do you know who the Baldarans were?”

Den shook his head. Kath frowned and nodded. She had made it a point to educate herself on the history and geography of Neverwhere as much as she could. “Yes, a little. They were an ancient, highly advanced civilization that existed in Neverwhere thousands of years ago. Their civilization was destroyed in a cataclysm. Most of it is now on the bottom of the Baldaran Sea.”

“Very good,” Dagon smiled. “That’s right. The Baldarans were highly advanced – maybe as advanced as the people in Paradom, though we can’t be sure about that. We’ve had scientists and historians studying what we can of their civilization for years. Salvaging some of their technology has been a major objective. But we’ve been technically limited in what we can do.”

“Recently, some of our historians worked out where they think a very powerful Baldaran artifact may be located. According to our information, the artifact is located in a particular city under the Baldaran Sea. We have an approximate site and we are fairly certain we have limited it to two or three locations fairly close together, but it is still an expedition that will likely take a week, maybe longer.”

“How are you accessing a submarine?” Den asked. Zegium was a flying city. While it had many airships, its few submarines were small and only capable of short, relatively shallow dives. He had piloted submarines before, but not those of Zegium. The city also lacked the sea-going vessels that would be needed to sustain an expedition using the smaller subs.

“The Red Queen has graciously offered a submarine for our use. This is one you have used in the past. In exchange, the Red Kingdom will share control and access to the artifact, but we have the scientists and historians who have studied the ancient Baldarans, so if you find the artifact, you’re to bring it here.”

Dagon paused for a moment, as though he wanted to say more, but stopped himself. He looked at Den and Kath expectantly.

“What does that bitch want in exchange for her help?” Kath snapped, her blue eyes blazing. She hated the Red Queen, her physical doppelganger, almost as much as she loved fuckfighting the whore. The bitch had been after Den’s cock for years. Kath assumed that fucking her mate was at least part of the Queen’s bargaining demands. “Is she going to go along on the expedition?”

“No,” Dagon said, raising his hands to placate the blonde warrior woman. “She had considered it, apparently, but she decided against it, in the end. She said she had too many responsibilities in her kingdom to be gone for so long.” He paused. “However, our intelligence indicates she has been away from the Red Keep for at least a few weeks, so she clearly had some other kind of mission.”

Dagon addressed Den. “We would like you to leave for the Baldaran Sea as soon as possible. It should take you about two days to get there by fast flyer. We’ve prepared this packet.” He handed Den a folder. “It gives you details about the mission, including the area and the artifact.”

Dagon reached beside his desk and handed Den a compact knapsack. “Please take this, too. It contains a specially designed scanner, primed towards detecting the energy of the artifact. It is easy to use- just point and press the button and it will scan the area. The directions are with your package.”

“The Queen has promised us that an experienced pilot will be there, waiting to helm the submarine. You could probably pilot it yourself, but it helps to have well-trained backup and you will be spending a lot of time outside of the sub, looking for the artifact in underwater ruins. Having an experienced pilot aboard the sub at all times makes sense. Once the expedition starts, the sub won’t surface, but it can recycle air indefinitely. You will have to survive off of nutrient tablets for the duration of the trip, but the sub will have enough to last years. Also, the sub has the rebreathers that you will need. As you know, these draw oxygen out of the surrounding water and work for days before their power runs out. Finally, we will load your flyer with the weapons you should take to protect yourself, if necessary.”

Den took the folder and the sack and nodded. “I will leave tomorrow. That will give us time to ready the flyer and give me a chance to go over the material.”

“I will accompany Den to the rendezvous point,” Kath announced.

Dagon nodded. “That’s fine.”

That night, Den and Kath went over the details of the mission, learning about the history of the artifact and reviewing the underwater maps of the Baldaran Sea. The artifact they were after were was called “the Eye of Morfeus.” Kath and Den wondered about any possible connection to the being of Greek myth, but they could not see a link.

According to legend, the object was the eye of an ancient god who had been mutilated as part of a war between deities millennia before. Zegium wanted the artifact because it could be the source of considerable energy. If its energy matrix could be duplicated, it could power cities, vehicles and other devices. Den’s expedition would require a detailed underwater search of an ancient, submerged city and the surrounding area.

That night, Den and Kath fucked furiously, riding for hours until they drained each other and collapsed, covered in sweat and cum. They fucked ferociously every night, but the possibility they might be apart for a few weeks gave them a special sense of urgency.

The next day, Kath and Den left on a small, fast flyer. The Baldaran Sea was on the other end of the continent from where Zegium was presently located. It took almost all of two days before they finally reached the Sea, and they spent that time enjoying each other. The flyer landed late at night. They slept in the flyer, waiting for morning. The flyer rocked vigorously as they satisfied their insatiable desires on each other.

The next morning, Kath and Den emerged from their flyer and made their way down to the beach. They has sent out a pre-arranged radio signal from the flyer to summon the submarine. As they watched, a rust-colored vessel breached the calm face of the Baldaran Sea.

The sub was an elongated oval, about 25 meters long. The sun glinted off its metallic back and Kath could see large, forward-looking viewports about halfway above the waterline. The vessel made its way towards the shore and the rendezvous point.

About 10 meters from the shore, the sub stopped. Den and Kath swam out to the vessel. With the watertight bag containing his information packet and the scanner and an electric rifle slung over his shoulder, Den stroked out to the reddish, metallic object. He found footholds and handholds molded into the plated skin of the sub and climbed up to the flat of its back. Kath was right behind him. She wanted to see what the inside of the sub was like and she wanted to meet the pilot. As they clambered up to the top deck of the sub, a round, heavy hatch on the roof opened with a hydraulic hiss. The hatch hinged up. With an electric whir, the portal underneath the hatch slid to the side, opening into the sub.

A woman climbed up through the portal and onto the outer surface of the sub. The women had a thick thatch of shoulder length red hair, matching Kath’s cut. On her torso, she was wearing a thin, red shirt, almost a poncho, and red, cloth sock-like boots on her feet to just over her ankles. Her legs were completely bare and when she stood, the poncho fell to just the top of her thighs, barely covering her pussy. Kath and Den could see that the poncho was the redhead’s only item of clothing. When the woman moved, they could easily observe her naked pussy and bare ass.

The redheaded woman was absolutely gorgeous. Huge, perfectly shaped tits shifted inside her shirt, a movement which served to accentuate the considerable heft of the beautiful glands on her chest. Her muscular hips hinted at a strongly chiseled abdomen. Her golden tan legs were long and muscular, her rounded ass rippled with every movement. Her naked pussy was beautiful, its thick lips and perfect form glinting seductively every time the poncho shifted on her lush body.

The woman smiled brightly at Den. Her green eyes glowed with excitement and lust. She did nothing to hide her desire for the well-hung man. Den’s cock began to thicken and stand at attention as his eyes drank in the voluptuous beauty before him. The woman’s smile became nakedly sexual and her eyes glinted with heat as she watched the man’s involuntary display. When her eyes flicked to Kath, their expression shifted to disdain and challenge. Kath’s hackles rose. Her eyes narrowed in anger.

“Hello,” the woman said. She offered her hand to Den. “I’m Zora. I’m going to be the pilot for the sub on this trip.”

“I am Den.” Den took the woman’s hand. He tried to ignore his now fully engorged prick. “This is Kath, my mate.”

The woman’s eyes washed over Kath’s naked body and flicked away in dismissal. “I was only told to expect you.”

“Kath is seeing me off. She will be returning to Zegium once we depart.”

The redheaded woman nodded. “That’s good.”

Kath seethed. She had expected Den’s escort to be a man, not a beautiful, voluptuous and oversexed woman who clearly had designs on Den’s enormous prick. She was used to Den getting erections every time he encountered a beautiful woman and she did not begrudge him that reaction. Her own libido responded powerfully to gorgeous women, especially sexual challengers. However, her mate would be alone with this redheaded woman, in close quarters, for at least a week, maybe longer. There was no way he would be able to resist her overwhelming charms. That reality was already very apparent and jutting out from between Den’s legs like a meaty spear.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Kath declared. “I will be accompanying Den on this mission.”

“What?” Zora said. She looked sharply at Kath, then recovered. “You can’t. The sub only has air and food for two people. Adding a third person would be too much.”

“That’s nonsense,” Kath replied. “I know that this sub recycles air easily and can accommodate up to five people. I’ve seen the schematics. And there is enough food and nutrient water for years. It can certainly last for three people for a couple of weeks.”

The redheaded pilot frowned. “Well, the space is small. Two people living in there is bad enough. Three will be very difficult.”

“But hardly impossible,” Kath snapped. “It’s decided. I am coming too.”

Kath moved to the hatch before the redheaded pilot could react. She stepped onto the ladder and proceeded into the belly of the ship. Den shrugged at the outraged pilot then followed his blonde mate. The redheaded woman fumed for a moment, then followed the other two into the ship.

Zora pressed a button and the portal hissed closed and the hatch shut with a metallic clang. She quickly moved to the front of the submarine, sat in the pilot’s chair facing the two large, round viewing ports, and began flipping switches, pressing buttons, checking instruments and working pedals with her booted feet. The sub pulled back from the shore with a gentle whirring sound. A few moments later, it had backed up far enough to submerge. With a gush of water entering the ballast tanks, the little submarine sank beneath the surface of the Baldaran Sea.

The main cabin of the submarine was reasonably spacious. The bridge was an oval about 5 by 6 meters. A corridor extended from the oval and led down a short hall to an engine room and a diving room. On either side of the corridor were two pressure doors. Three of the doors led into cramped quarters. The fourth accessed a washroom that contained a toilet and sink. A showerhead jutted from one wall, indicating the room doubled as a shower. Two bunks were in one of the tiny cabins, with only enough room to stand and exit the room. The third cabin had its entire floor covered in padding, except for a strip of metal decking near the door. It was clearly an overflow room, designed to sleep however many people could squeeze in. The remaining room was unique; it was no bigger than the other rooms, but contained only one large bed, stretching almost from wall to wall. Kath immediately claimed it for Den and herself.

“This is our cabin,” Kath announced. “It seems to have been set up for a couple, so it’s a perfect fit.”

Zora looked back from her pilot’s seat. Den was standing beside her chair, looking out at the deepening, darkening water and following her movements on the controls, refreshing his memory of how to operate the sub. Thankfully, his majestic prick has softened and retreated, but it was still alert, aroused by the proximity of the beautiful redhead.

“That’s my room,” Zora protested.

“Well, we are your guests and you can’t expect Den and me to sleep in a room with cramped bunks.”

“I was expecting to share the room with Den, not you.”

Kath snarled. “So, you were planning to fuck my man!”

“Of course I was!” Zora protested. She spun around in her chair to face Kath. “That was my main reason for taking the job! The Queen promised me I could ride Den’s prick!”

“That bitch can’t give away my man, you whore!”

“Fuck that! You can share!”

“Fuck you! I am not sharing! Den is mine! Neither you nor that filthy whore queen have any claim on him!”

Zora got to her feet angrily. “Why don’t we let Den decide what he wants to do!”

Den raised his hands in protest. “I am Kath’s mate!”

Kath sneered triumphantly. “That settles it. Den is mine and this room is ours. You can sleep in one of the other two rooms. And you keep your dirty pussy away from my mate!”

Zora and Kath glared at each other hatefully, but there was nothing more to say.

Zora sat back in her pilot’s seat and angrily steered the submarine deeper into the Baldaran Sea. The region they were heading towards was covered in undersea ruins, the remnants of the ancient civilization that had either sunk beneath the waves or been washed away in cataclysmic events that had formed the ocean above it.

The three inhabitants of the sub settled into an uneasy silence. Kath and Den sat at a chart table at the back of the bridge and reviewed the material they had. This included maps and the known histories of the lost civilization and the region. They used the sub’s undersea current charts to learn what they could about how the water might flow around the ruins. The mission was fairly straightforward, but it would be time-consuming. Scanning the ruins for the Eye of Morfeus would take some time, since the range of the scanner was limited.

That night, Kath fucked Den as hard as she could. She made sure that the room’s intercom was on so that she could broadcast the sound of their delighted, relentless fucking to the rest of the sub. She wanted Zora to know exactly what the redheaded whore was missing.

Den and Kath rolled around the mattress, moaning and groaning, grunting and gasping, as they rutted furiously. Den was glad that Kath had come with him and that he had her body to enjoy. Zora was a gloriously beautiful, voluptuous woman and if Kath was not with him now, he would probably be rolling around with Zora at that very moment. But Den did not like cheating on his mate and he was happy that her presence spared him the need to try to resist Zora’s advances. He was certain he would have failed that test, left on his own.

Kath and Den enjoyed each other’s bodies for hours until, finally, they fell asleep in the other’s arms. Later in the night, as Den slept soundly, Kath rose to use the washroom.
Kath stepped out into the hallway. The bridge was quiet, with only a few lights blinking on the darkened consoles. The room and the hall were in sleep mode, so the lights were low. A dim glow came in from the viewports as the moonlight filtered down to where the submarine hung a few meters below the surface of the sea.

Kath closed the cabin door. As she turned to walk down the hall to the washroom, the washroom door suddenly opened and Zora stepped into the hall.

The redheaded pilot was completely nude, like Kath. The naked women stared at each other, openly appraising and comparing their magnificent bodies. Kath had to admit that Zora was her equal in every measurable way, from her long, powerfully muscled legs to her wide, womanly hips, her clearly defined abdomen, and her perfect, heavy tits. The woman was truly an incredible specimen.

The women’s eyes locked and their raging hostility came boiling to the surface. Kath stood in the hallway, her hands on her hips, and waited.

Zora walked up to Kath, pushing out her chest, leading with her massive tits. The women’s hardening nipples lined up perfectly. Their scalding nips touched and seared, tip to tip. The spasm of pleasure that rolled through their lush bodies from the point of erotic contact made the women’s pussies lubricate hard. They grunted in unison, barely suppressing cries of pleasure. Kath slipped her hands onto Zora’s smooth, powerful hips and around the woman’s waist. Zora looped her arms around Kath’s waist and pulled the blonde into her, until they were hot, naked belly to hot, naked belly. Their massive tits throbbed as they crushed each other, mushrooming under the pressure from the women’s competing hugs. The muscled columns of their smooth thighs aligned. The women felt the heat from their bare cunts warming their upper thighs. They sensed the sexual electricity pouring off of their rapidly swelling clits as their voluptuous bodies met.

Zora pressed her forehead to Kath’s forehead. The blonde pushed back. For a moment, the naked women stood in the corridor, their equally beautiful, powerful bodies trembling, leaning into each other. Their hot, sweet breath mingled as they panted into the other’s mouth.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Kath,” Zora whispered.

“You’re a dirty cunt, Zora.”

“You could share that man’s prick, but instead you try to keep it all to yourself. I think that’s selfish.”

“I don’t give a fuck for what you think. My man belongs to me and I’ll fight off any cunt that tries to get his cock into her diseased twat.”

“Well, then, we’re going to have a problem. Because I’m not going to spend all this time down here, listening to you moan and grunt like a sow every night, without getting some of that prick all the way up my fuckhole.”

Kath pressed harder, shifting her hips, rubbing her taut, sweaty belly even harder into Zora’s sleek abs. Their deep navels sucked as they pressed bellies. The women’s tits shifted and strained, the four meaty masses quivering with tension. Their nipples throbbed and ached even harder.

“You’re welcome to try, fucker. But you need to go through me to get to my man.”

“Gladly,” Zora whispered. “I’ve fucked the Queen down plenty of times. I’m going to enjoy making you my bitch, too.”

“Try it, you cuntsucking whore.”

Zora and Kath shifted their noses past each other. Their tongues touched, licking and teasing, then slid electrically into their opponent’s mouth. The women closed their lips and sucked at their opponent’s tongue, then locked their mouths deeper and harder, descending together into a powerful, vicious hate kiss. They tightened their arms around each other, their strong legs pushed. Zora surged and spun Kath into the wall, shoving the blonde and pinning her to the hard surface. She shoved a powerful, muscular thigh up between Kath’s legs, onto the blonde’s wet, slick vagina. Kath thrust her own thigh up against Zora’s pussy. Both women rubbed their cunts into their rival’s smooth, firm leg, leaving a slick of pussy juice on the hot, firm muscle. Their bodies rippled and writhed slowly, tits and bellies undulating. They applied a hand to the back of the other’s head to shove their faces more deeply into their increasingly savage, ravenous kiss.

The women moaned deep into the other’s throat. Kath’s body filled with erotic electricity and trembled in lustful anticipation. As much as she enjoyed fucking Den, the fact was that she loved sexual combat against another luscious woman more than anything. Nothing else even came close to giving her the kind of stunning pleasure she could find between the legs of the right woman and she was sure that Zora would rise to the challenge. If the redhead’s boast about fucking the Queen down was true, Zora might prove to be every bit as sexually powerful as Kath herself. Kath could not wait to find out.

The women writhed and rubbed their naked bodies furiously. Kath braced herself and spun Zora into the opposite wall, taking her turn to pin her rival and rub and grind her flesh lustily into her opponent’s incredible body. The women spun along the wall twice more, taking turns in the dominant position, until they ran out of wall and entered the main bridge. They fell to the metal deck, their mouths still locked and sealed, spit trickling onto their faces, and twined their legs and arms. They became a slowly rolling, undulating catball, their animal moans and grunts becoming more and more urgent as their bodies grew hotter, wetter, increasingly aroused. Slick, hot flesh burned against slick, hot flesh. The tension between their legs, in their sopping wet cunts, grew more unbearable and delicious. Their engorged clits pulsed ferociously.

Zora and Kath broke their savage kiss and rubbed cheeks, panted and gasped mouth to mouth. They bit and nipped at each other’s chins and necks and shoulders, their anger and desire fueling the overwhelming need to fuck.

For more than ten minutes, the nude women rolled back and forth across the cabin, their twined bodies straining, their hands gripping and squeezing taut flesh, slapping and scratching, feeling and caressing every inch of their opponent’s naked perfection. Zora finally succeeded in pinning Kath to the deck, her thighs forcing Kath’s wet, hot thighs further apart, fully exposing the blonde’s dripping, aching cunt.

Kath gripped Zora’s hard, round ass tightly, her fingers digging into the solid muscle, urging the bitch down and into her. Kath was more than ready to begin the fuckfight.

“You filthy whore,” Zora rasped, nose to nose and lip to lip with Kath. “If you’re going to make me listen to you groan like a slut, I’m going to take it out of your dirty little twat.”

“Do it, fucker,” Kath whispered, her voice trembling with pure lust. She could sense Zora’s huge, quivering clit only millimeters from her own, she could feel the luscious heat pouring out of the redhead’s steaming twat warming her inner thighs like a furnace. She was almost insane with desire and she had to feel, to fuck, the other woman now! “My cunt against your cunt! Clit to clit until one of us cums like a whore!”

“That’s going to be you, you fucking slut! I’m going to show you who has the best cunt on this boat! And then I’m going to take Den for myself!”

“Like fuck you will!” Kath snarled. “No more talking! Let’s do it, cunt!”

“Gladly, you fucking, fucking, bitch!”

Zora gripped Kath by the head with both hands, pulling the blonde’s hair. Kath tilted her pelvis, pointing her open, pink twat at the fuckmouth looming over it, preparing herself for the delicious penetration and fusing of their steaming genitals, the clap of fuck lips to fuck lips, the mashing of clit to clit.

The lust-crazed women looked deep into each other’s eyes, their foreheads pressed tight, their hot breath mixing. Their huge tits quivered as they held the women’s bodies apart. Their hot bellies sizzled.

Zora thrust down with her hips, overwhelmed with her need to feel Kath’s clit, Kath’s juicy fuck lips mating with her own. Kath thrust up, driving her clit, her cunt, to meet their rivals.

The women’s wet, steaming cunt lips met in a wet, hot slap that echoed in the metallic chamber. The juicy impact continued as Kath and Zora thrust as hard as they could, trying to fully penetrate and merge with the other woman’s succulent genitals. Their throbbing clits crushed, head to head.

Pure ecstasy erupted, flowing up from the women’s mated pudenda in waves of pulsing electricity. The mating was every bit as exquisite, every bit as delicious, as both women had dared hope. They stared into each other’s eyes, both seeing the pure sexual agony, the raw, unbearable pleasure they were forcing on each other.

“You cunt, oh fuck, you CUNT!” Kath moaned, her fingers digging even more deeply into Zora’s trembling ass.

“Bitch, fucking, fucking BITCH!” Zora spat. Tears dropped from her eyes as the intense sensations filled her to the brim, almost overwhelming her senses. For an incredible moment, Zora feared she might pass out from the sheer, raw pleasure.

Kath released one of Zora’s perfect ass cheeks and used her hand to pull the redhead’s face down to hers. The women locked into a deep, incredibly passionate kiss. Their tongues knotted, their moans of pure bliss emanated from their sealed mouths. Kath twined her legs through Zora’s legs, locking the woman in place on top of her, not wanting any part of their bodies to separate. She groaned in joy, thrilling to the intense, sensual forces wracking her luscious body. God, she loved this!

In the dim, filtered moonlight of the submarine bridge, the women’s naked, wet bodies rippled like waves, their asses pumping vigorously, as they kept their cunts glued together, their clits in constant, exquisite contact. It was pure heaven and the fuckfighting women wanted their pleasure to go on and on and on. They moaned and grunted in erotic bliss, their mouths sealed, their tongues lapping and wrestling in rhythm with the clit to clit battle raging between their wet, hot legs.

Their rubbing, writhing, wriggling bodies beat pleasure into the other, the sensuality of their flesh becoming one filling their minds with heat and joy. Clit jousted with clit, thick, hot vaginas kept sucking and releasing, to kiss and suck and fuse again and again, over and over. Throbbing, burning tits mashed and rolled, dense flesh massaging and rippling against dense flesh, thick, hard nipples stabbing and grating. Kath slipped her hand back down to grip Zora’s pumping ass. Zora ran her arms under Kath’s body and grabbed the blonde’s ass firmly. The women pressed forehead to forehead and moaned in ecstasy as they undulated like mating snakes.

Pressed cheek to cheek, pressing Kath’s head into the deck, the women whispered curses and obscenities at each other as they fucked to the end.

“Whore, fucking whore…”

“Cunt, filthy, fucking cunt…

“Slut, oh God, you dirty, dirty, whore….

“Bitch, bitch, fucking, fucking bitch…”

The sexual contest raged for 20, 30, 40 minutes. More than an hour later, the struggling women were still fucking, their perfect asses pumping rhythmically, both of them quivering with repressed sexual tension and pleasure, their sweat-drenched bodies on fire with pure sensation, the wetness and heat between their legs scalding them with erotic fire.

Zora felt herself on the edge of orgasm, barely able to contain the pleasure raging inside. She refused to go off before the bitch she was fighting. Desperately, she maneuvered her clit so it was head to head with Kath’s rock-hard clit. Bracing herself, Zora thrust down with all her power, eagerly trying to crush Kath’s clit back. Kath cried out at the sudden attack, but she instinctively pushed back with all her strength, pushing her heels against the deck, willing her clit to not surrender.

With agonizing slowness, the women’s struggling, quivering clits crushed each other back, trembling and shuddering the whole time, sending raw ecstasy coursing through their quivering bodies in a constant stream. Suddenly, as though a dam burst, the two fuck horns spasmed and exploded in orgasmic ecstasy, fusing and merging, becoming one searing nerve of pure pleasure going directly into the core of both fucking women, joining them, letting them violate each other in the most intimate, delicious way possible.
Zora and Kath clapped their mouths together and screamed and screamed down their rival’s throat. Their arms and legs wrapped tightly, straining and trembling, as they locked together and bucked slow and hard, ejaculating into each other in hot gushes of cum.

Kath reveled in the exquisite sensations, enjoying every delicious spike of ecstasy, every flow of woman cum into and out of her steaming cunt, every sensation racing and rippling through all the nerves of her body. For more than five minutes, the women pulled orgasm after orgasm out of each other, locked together in pure erotic nirvana.
Finally, Kath and Zora collapsed. They relaxed their grips, but their bodies remained tangled together, Zora on top. They panted raggedly, floating in the aftermath, basking in the afterglow of the most deliciously intense sex either of them had experienced in some time.

Kath smiled to herself, letting her mind wander through the electrical landscape of her body, enjoying the intense stimulation that continued to reverberate in her flesh. As much as she enjoyed fucking Den, nothing she did with him compared to this. She knew that her adventure with Den had now become much more interesting. She was going to be down on this submarine with Zora for at least a week. She anticipated a great deal of delicious fuckfighting in her immediate future.

Zora was having the same kind of thoughts. She had taken this mission because the Red Queen had implored her and because she had seen Den in the past and had heard the stories of his sexual prowess. But what she had just done with Kath had given her more toe-curling pleasure than she had felt since the last time she had lain with the Queen. Maybe even more, because hate-fucking another woman was always more intense and pleasurable than just fucking for fun.

After a few minutes, Zora rolled slowly off of Kath. The nude women lay side by side, their tits heaving, their wet bodies gleaming in the moonlight.

Kath sat up. She looked at the naked beauty beside her. For a moment, she considered mounting Zora and resuming the fuckfight. She certainly had more than enough lust in her body to satisfy. However, she decided to call the battle a draw for the night. She did not yet want Den knowing what she and Zora had done to each other, what they would, undoubtedly, keep doing to each other. At least, not yet. Den was a heavy sleeper, but she had been gone more than an hour. She needed to get back to her bed.

Kath got to her feet. Where she had been lying, the metal deck was wet.

Zora got to her feet too. The naked women glared at each other, less than a meter apart. They both fought the urge to throw themselves into the other’s arms and resume their battle.

“Stay away from my man, Zora,” Kath warned, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“Like fuck. I swear to you, I will ride your man dry before we leave this boat.”

“We will see, cunt,” Kath snapped. She suddenly lashed out, slapping the other woman hard across her gorgeous face. Zora cried out and staggered back.

Turning on her heel, Kath stepped into the hall and opened her unlocked cabin door. She entered the cabin, clicked the latch into place, locked the door, and slid down to the mattress. She stretched her sweaty, hot body beside Den, flat on her back. She was not surprised when, a few minutes later, Den rolled on top of her. Even in his near unconscious state, his dick as hard as a spear of concrete. Kath spread her legs and Den penetrated her slick, tight pussy. Kath and Den moaned with delight.

Kath smiled as she pulled Den deeper, harder into her furnace hot depths. Her journey on this subsea mission was going to be very, very interesting.

To be continued: