Story. Ivy & Rose 2008

[Spear]

Hi everyone,
Here is the second story in my RIvy&RoseTrilogy.
Disclaimer: there is quite a bit lactation in this story, if you don’t like that, take care.
Next Disclaimer: I am not a native speaker, so please, have mercy on my grammar.
A little bit more Feedback than Part 1 would be highly appreciated.
One last thing:
I have segregated the story into chapters. I hope to start a trend here, because I find it really difficult to find my way back to where I had stopped in long stories on the forum.
Enjoy:


Ivy & Rose Story 2: 2008

Part 1: Rose in 2008
Rose was pushing the baby stroller with her 7-month-old, her 3-year-old boy walking by her side. They were on their way to a playground, one that they did not often visit.
Rose was in a bad state of mind; like she often was recently. She felt angry (at the world in general), disappointed (in the way her life went at the moment), bored, frustrated with her husband and the way he had started to treat her like a stay-at-home-mum with the second child and very stressed with the kids (she loved them dearly and with all her heart but they were a handful nonetheless).
But most of all she was so angry at herself and so shameful that she did feel that way. She had everything, a handsome, loving husband, adorable kids, a nice house. Why was she unhappy? She felt like had no right to be unhappy and that made her even more frustrated. She was searching for a lost puzzle piece, but she did not know the shape, size or place in her life of it.
She was sexually frustrated as well; her husband did his best, but it was not enough somehow. After her sexfight with Ivy ten years ago, she had never seen her again.
She had tried to recreate that feeling with other women but to no avail. She had tried to connect with interesting women like she had done with Ivy, sometimes it got her into a full blown catfight (which was exciting but not what she wanted on its own) or it had turned into pure sex, also good but not what she had searched. When she had gone aggressive during sex most girls had gone submissive which was also not what she searched. No one had opposed her the way her golden-blonde Demon had.
The best sex in the last ten years she had with the beautiful female tattooist who had done the tattoo-sleeve on her right arm.
Rose’s right arm was adored by a beautiful, intricate design of climbing roses with thorny stems, leaves and many blossoms. In between were hidden some beautiful female faeries in short dresses and skirts made from rose blossoms. On the inside of her upper arm, hidden from the public, the faeries where less dressed and sometimes in some quite suggestive poses.
In one rose blossom a little bee was drinking nectar. Rose speculated that it represented her tattoo artist who had several bees tattooed on herself, and in her Head Rose always called her “little bee”.
Each tattoo session had been accompanied by sex, her Bee was wild but not aggressive and liked to let Rose being on top and leading.
they had always found an excuse to add another touch to the sleeve, to meet for another session but since her second pregnancy they had not seen each other.

Part 2 Rose’s body
Rose’s body had changed through pregnancy. After seven month she was beginning to get back into the shape she wanted but wasn’t quite there yet.
Her whole form was a bit curvier than before, her thighs a bit thicker, her butt bigger, her face fuller. Her biggest pride had always been her perfect belly and thankfully, no stretch marks had appeared. Her skin was as smooth as always, her navel still perfectly deep and sharp-edged. But a thin layer of fat was still visible, making her belly more roundish and not as defined but she knew from her first pregnancy that she could get rid of the fat in time.
The biggest change had come to her breast. Rose was still breastfeeding, and her tits had become much bigger and fuller. Her areolas had become larger and less well defined but that was a small price to pay.
Her hair was as long, silver-blonde and shiny as it had always been, today she had gathered the strands into a long ponytail.
On that day she was wearing grey yoga pants and a light blue wide shirt that ended a tiny bit over the rim of her pants and revealed one shoulder, it was designed to give easy access for breastfeeding by pulling it either down or up.

Part 3. The Bench
They entered the playground. Some kids where playing, some mums where sitting around but it was far from crowded.
Rose’s boy ran towards the sandbox with screams of joy and started digging.
Then she saw her.
Rose froze. Her eyes widened; her heart started racing. There she was, at the side of the sandbox, half hidden behind a baby stroller, stood Ivy.
Their eyes met, and Rose could see the surprise and mix of emotions in the deep brown eyes of her one-time-rival. With hammering heart Rose pushed her stroller over and they met at a bench placed a few meters from the large sandbox.
Both had reached the bench, their strollers beside them. They looked at each other lost for words as each tried to figure out her feelings.
Rose scanned each inch of Ivy’s body; she was as beautiful as Rose had remembered. Her golden hair, tied in a ponytail, gleamed in the sunlight. Like herself, Ivy had a few more pounds, and her body was again very similar to Rose’s with the signs of recent pregnancy. Her hips where fuller, the tiny stretch of belly under her shirt suggested that it was a bit rounder. Her breasts were swollen to enormous size, suggesting that Ivy was breastfeeding as well.
On Ivy’s right arm was a full-sleeve tattoo of beautiful design. Tendrils of ivy creeped up her arm from the wrist to the shoulder, some small yellow Ivy blossoms in-between and half-hidden creatures Rose could not see clearly from that distance.
Ivy wore grey yoga pants and a close-fitting top in a honey-brown color that matched her eyes.
Ivy had a half-smile on her lips and confusion in her eyes. Rose could relate well; she did not know what to think and how to break the uncomfortable silence.
A part of her wanted to just hug Ivy and tell her how got it did feel to see her. Another part wanted to just grab and kiss her hard, to feel and touch her.
But a strong part of Rose was ready to jump on Ivy, pull her stupid hair, hit her, smack her in the face, scratch her perfect skin, destroy her, finally prove that she could beat her.
This part somehow was starting to project all her anger and frustration on the beautiful women in front of her.
A sound from the sandbox made both mothers look sideways. And Rose now saw that her boy was playing with another boy his age, apparently Ivy’s child.
With a half-smile the two women formed a truce and sat down, side by side, on the bench. They sat down so close together that their tattooed upper arms immediately touched together. Rose trembled with excitement to feel the skin of that woman after 10 long years of imagining it.
Both relaxed and stretched their long legs out, they touched their naked calves together, let their heads fall back and savored the feeling of skin on skin for some seconds.
After they had gathered themselves, each split her attention between her child in the sand and the woman beside her (both babies were asleep).
Rose could now observe the tattoo-sleeve up close. The style was exactly the same as her own sleeve and done with the same realism and craftmanship. She could see now, that little winged demons where pictured between the ivy-leaves, much like the big succubus she remembered well from ivy’s back-tattoo.
Then she saw a little bee tattooed onto an ivy-blossom on Ivy’s wrist. It was positioned exactly in the same place as her own little bee. Rose looked at it flabbergasted.
Suddenly Ivy’s fingernails dug painfully into her thigh and Ivy hissed into her ear
“You are fucking my bee, you slut”
Rose dug her own fingers deep into the flesh of Ivy’s thigh and whispered back
“Yes, yes I do, and she is mine you bitch”
Both women had tears in their eyes from the clawing duel. Each tried to look and act like nothing was going on between them.
Their arms had shifted with the attacks and where now intertwined and wrapped around each other. With that, the insides of their upper arms had come into contact and Rose could see, that some of the kinkier faeries tattooed there where in close contact with the more provocative succubae on Ivy’s arm.
She realized that this was no coincided, her Tattooist must have planned it that way.
“You have told her about our fight” she spat at Ivy
“Oh, so many times, the story makes her go crazy, you did too?”
“She gets so incredible hot when I tell her how I fucked you”
Now they were clawing their other hand into the Others side and where facing each other
“You fucked ME” Ivy’s face was getting red from anger “I fucked YOU down into the foam, Girlie”
Both sprang up and slammed their bodies together, their hands clenched to fists, their muscles tensed.
Then they realized what they were doing and where. They looked at their boys who had stopped playing and where looking at them with big eyes.
Smiling at the kids they sat back down. The boys continued to play.

Part 4 : The phone call and the jungle gym
Rose and Ivy kept their eyes fixed on the kids and continued smiling, but behind the bench each had grabbed the long ponytail of the Other and started pulling it down slowly but steadily, while insulting each other out of the corner of their smiling mouth’s.
To Rose’s surprise Ivy let go of her hair and made gesture to Rose. Intrigued Rose released her rival’s hair as well. Ivy pulled her Motorola mobile out of her handbag and flipped it open and started a call
“Hi Mum, could you take the kids tomorrow for some time? Maybe at 2” She looked at Rose for confirmation. After Rose had nodded, she gave her a sweet arrogant smile and said into her phone “3 hours should be absolutely sufficient, thank you, bye”
She wrote an address on a paper and handed it over to Rose without a word.
Both smiled satisfied, each knew what would happen, they would feel each other again.
They would put their bodies against each other, like 10 years ago. Each imagined how they would win this time.
The voices of their kids brought them back to reality as each boy wanted to climb the jungle gym and needed help from his respective mum.
With a quick look in the stroller to make sure the younger kid was still asleep each went to their little boy to assist climbing.
While each was guiding and helping their child through the jungle gym both mothers were constantly keeping one eye on their rival, observing every movement of muscles. Every part of the others body was checked, measured and compared.
Rose liked what she was seeing. Ivy’s muscles were subtly visible under a bit leftover fat and the Golden-Blonde seemed fit and in good shape – a worthy opponent like 10 years ago.
By chance or by them guiding the kids, they came to a position to bump their full, round asses into each other for a second. Rose’s pulse quickened from the impact.
A few minutes later both kids were up above their heads and each woman had to raise their arms and stretch. Their shirts lifted up automatically and Rose could see the lower half of Ivy’s belly.
To her great satisfaction the skin on Ivy’s belly was perfectly smooth and unaffected by pregnancy. The layer of fat was similar to her own. Rose would have hated it if they would no longer have been true equals.
The broad grin on her rival’s face showed Rose, that Ivy had checked out her own belly as well and was equally satisfied with what she saw.
After the kids had climbed down again each mother quickly raised her shirt for a split-second and flashed her belly button to the other, accompanied by a seductive smile. Both of them could feel a tickle down in their core from the short exchange.
Rose got goosebumps while she imagined to smash her belly into Ivy’s again, and again. It would feel different then last time, their muscles hidden under softness. Their bellies would quiver and wiggle and mash together like taking two bowls of vanilla pudding with skin out of the fridge and slam them together.

Part 5 : The Babies wake up
Suddenly the babies both started crying in their strollers and both mothers ushered their bigger kids back to the sandbox to go care for the little ones.
Neither Rose nor Ivy could resist a little pushing and shoving with their shoulders on the way back to the bench and the strollers.
Both women sat down with her baby, eyes locked to each other. They quickly pulled down their shirt, opened their nursing-bra and set their baby to a nipple. Neither of them could take their eyes off the others swollen breast.
“Are you sure you have enough milk in them for your baby, it looks rather unsatisfied” Ivy cooed sweetly
Rose bristled, her steel-blue eyes shot daggers “More than enough, honey. If you need help, hand your brat over, I can double feed and help you out” she smiled back.
Their gazes locked together in a duel of deadly stares. Rose’s steel-blue eyes shot icy darts and Ivy’s brown eyes fired balls of flame. Both knew that her gaze would have broken down any lesser competition but that the beautiful enemy in front of them would be more determined and more willing to fight with each millisecond they held each other’s eyes like that.
Finally, the babies were fed and asleep on their laps. After making sure no one was looking and half sheltered by the strollers, both quickly grabbed the other mum’s tit and squeezed hard, index-finger pushing at the rival’s nipple. Then they closed their bras and pulled their shirts back in place.
Slowly both licked the drops of sweet enemy-milk from their fingers.
“Tomorrow I will force-feed you my milk, Slut”
“I will drown you with my milk, Bitch”
Both stood up an called to their boys that it was time to go home.
Both made a show of saying goodbye to sweet and over-friendly.
What would have looked like to friends hugging to an observer, was in fact a quick collision of battle-ready bodies. Tits mashed together and released milk into their bras, pubic mounds and legs bumped into each other under the thin yoga pants. Both secretly lifted their shirts a bit so their smooth, roundish bellies could collide with a little smacking noise. Both shivered from the feeling of their enemies’ skin on her own. A tiny moan escaped them, only heard by each other.
“Tomorrow, Bitch” - “Oh yes, tomorrow, Slut”
They separated with a little popping noise as their sucked together belly buttons released each other.
Both went away in opposite directions without a lock back.

Part 6: At Night
In the evening Rose finally managed to get a minute alone in the bedroom. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a small box, hidden in the last corner. Inside was a green thong she had acquired 10 years ago on the most exciting day of her life: Ivy’s panties.
She let her hand run over it and remembered that day and how special it had felt afterwards each time she had worn one of Ivy’s cloth. Only the panties she had reserved and never worn outside her own bedroom.
She wished there would have been a chance to swap clothing today, oh how she would have loved to wear Ivy’s yoga pants right now, or even better, feel Ivy’s milk-soaked nursing-bra pressed against her own tits.
That night, Rose had a strange dream.
She dreamed she was flying over beautiful grassland, naked under the moonlight. Her hair was so long, it almost touched her knees and it was reflecting the moonlight like a mirror.
The spiky tribal tattoo covering her back had unfurled into gossamer wings. Suddenly she became aware of another figure in the air.
It was Ivy, of course it was.
She had the leather wings of her tattooed demon; the moonlight made her skin shine brightly and her impossible long hair shone golden. With a battle cry both women charged and crashed into each other in mid-air. Entangled limb to limb they tumbled downwards until they had to separate before crashing into the ground.
They circled each other a few meters above the wavy grass, when Rose felt a strange tickling sensation in her right arm and suddenly, she could see all the scantily clad, tiny fairies were crawling out of her tattoo and started fluttering around her. Then she saw tiny, succubae circling around Ivy on little, leathery wings.
She noticed that her fairies and Ivy’s demons had started making rude gestures at each other.
Rose and Ivy gave each other their most wicked smile and with a little gesture of both women, their tiny followers charged each other. For a while Rose and Ivy watched with amassment the dozens of fights taking place in the battleground between their bodies. Fairies and Succubae were fighting fiercely, mostly one-to-one but some were engaged in skirmishes with multiple opponents on each side.
In some duels there was brutal brawling. Some were fighting elaborate aerial battles, circling and chasing each other. Some had engaged in heated kiss-fights; or had locked themself into full-blown tribadism sexfights humping and riding each other while screaming with lust.
Rose and Ivy slapped their wings and charged each other, their respective armies where cheering them on. Their fingers locked together, and they became engaged in a test of strength. Suddenly tendrils of Ivy started to grow out of Ivy’s left arm and started to wind around Ivy’s right arm. The vines wrapped tightly and painfully. Rose almost panicked until her own tattooed rose-vines unfurled and wrapped around the attacking ivy. Soon dozens of tendrils were fighting each other, while others were attacking the arm of the enemy. The Ivy tendrils were much stronger and tougher while the rose tendrils were armed with thorns and more agile.
Rose concentrated on her hair. It reared up into the air like a silvery copra ready to strike. But Ivy’s hair reacted immediately and moved up as well. Their hair entangled in two thick braids like fighting snakes, wrapped tightly together, on the outskirts single hairs were fighting as well, wrapped around each other root to tip trying to annihilate it’s counterpart by ripping it out-
Surrounded by their impossible entourage of battling demons and fairies, wrestling vines and hairpulling hair Ivy and Rose embraced, slammed their pussies together and started tribbing.
Harder and harder they grinded their labia into the wet pubic lips of the other woman. They started to rotate around in a circle, spinning faster and faster and rising higher in the air with every trust. Hair and vines where spinning around them like a halo. Dozens of tiny voices screamed all around them as fairies and demons fucked each other into ecstasy. Faster and higher they did fly as each fighter got nearer to cumming. .Rose could not stop it any longer and awoke in her bed screaming with pleasure her hand buried in her pussy.
Her husband looked at her bewildered. “Just a dream” rose muttered and turned away from him.

Part 7 : A strange location
Rose had dressed in great care for her appointment. She was quite sure, that she would switch her clothing with Ivy, at least she did hope that they would do this again. She had first pulled on the green panties that had been in her possession for 10 years, she wondered if Ivy would have kept her own red panties and maybe even wear them today. So far Ivy and herself had acted very much alike so Rose thought it might be possible.
Then she chose her favorite nursing-bra and finally her favorite summer dress. It was bright-yellow with spaghetti straps. The dress was tight, showing of her large breasts and showcasing her butt, playing loosely around her thighs and ending a good hand above her knees. She chose a pair of summer shoes of moderate height. Her hair she wore open, falling down her back in a silver-blonde cascade.
After she had brought her kids to her parents, she took the subway to the city and went searching for the address Ivy had given her.
To her surprise it was just one block away from a crowded shopping street and turned out to be an building under re-construction. Floor-to-ceiling windows had been obscured with white paint from the inside
At the door a post-it note with a drawing of a rose blossom told her, that she had found the right place.
She opened the door slowly and entered a large room, segregated with opaque plastic foil, probably in place to stop dust from spreading. Some toolboxes and other work-gear was laying around.
A track of rose-pedals and ivy-leaves let deeper into the building. Rose noticed with a smile that the ivy-leaves had been carefully positioned to always lay atop the rose-pedals.
Rose followed them through the openings in the hanging plastic. She got the impression that the building might be a fitness studio, maybe in the process of transitioning from one studio-chain to another. She knew sites like these quite well from her work as interior designer and was wondering if Rose was working in a similar profession.
Rose could guess, that behind the next plastic partition a side-room would be the end of the building. That did mean her beautiful demon must be waiting in there. The light seemed to be much brighter behind the plastic than the grey half-light she stood in. She could make out some kid of big construct in the center of that room.
She took a deep breath, parted the plastic sheeting and stepped through.
The room was dominated by a genuine boxing or wrestling ring.
Sunlight was shining in, probably through skylights above the ring but they were hidden by plastic foil that was tapped under the ceiling, which made the room look like a tent.
The golden sunlight was diffused and mellowed by the dusty plastic, mixed with a bit of green from an emergency exit sign in the corner, the light had a strange washed out impression like the soft-focus-lens used in 1970ies French soft-porn movies.
In one corner of the ring was Ivy, sitting on a wooden stool, her arms where laying on the ring-ropes on either side which gave Rose the impression of a spider waiting in her net.
Ivy stood up and smiled coldly “Welcome to Thunderdome, Bitch”

Part 8 : Thunderdome
Rose slowly climbed the ring-stairs and cautiously entered between the ropes never taking her eyes of her opponent.
Ivy still smiled at her but her eyes where narrowed and her whole body was tensed to spring into action.
Ivy was dressed in a short, cherry-red and white striped summer dress of similar cut as Roses. Close-fitting at the top and loose around the thighs. Her breast where contained by a halter-neck and the whole dress was cut in a 50ies style.
Like Rose Ivy had her long golden hair falling open down her back.
Rose slowly moved to her own corner, she made a show of sexiness and confidence out of every step and was rewarded by her rival’s brown eyes glued to every movement of her hips.
When Rose was in position opposite her, it was time for Ivy to do a show. She leisurely pulled the rim of her dress upward to reveal a red thong. Rose knew it well, it had belonged to herself 10 years ago.
“I knew you would keep it, Bitch” Rose purred “I bet you have worn it in many a lonely night, thinking about my body atop of you”
She pulled her own dress up to show Ivy the green thong she had pulled on after their first battle.
Ivy smiled “Oh, I bet you did wear that last night, masturbating to the memory of our fight. Remembering how you wriggled under my body unable to escape. You want to be fucked by me, Rose”
Rose laughed “Come on, you are the one who wants to be dominated by me, you want to cum under me, my pussy pressed down on yours, admit it, Ivy, you want THIS”
Rose pushed both spaghetti straps of her dress down her shoulders and the dress did glide down her body to the floor.
Ivy did not answer but pulled the halter of her dress over her head in a fluid motion that simultaneously made her hair fly up like a golden cloak while her dress floated down her body.
Rose could not help but be impressed, she assumed that Ivy had trained that move as much as she had her own undressing in front of the mirror.
Ivy’s breast were swollen, full of milk, almost bursting out of her nice, red nursing-bra.
Rose knew her own green nursing bra was stretched to its limit as well, she had feed her child only formula-milk the whole day to get her tits as impressive as possible.
Rose took up her dress and strutted past Ivy, she made her hips swing as seductive as possible and marched past her so close that their tattooed arms almost touched. So close, that the tiny hairs on their skin touched each other.
Ivy did not flinch, she kept her ground and held herself neutral but ready.
Rose bent down seductively and placed her dress on Ivy’s stool. Ivy smiled coldly.
Ivy meticulously placed her own dress on Rose’s stool, then she pressed play on a small cd player in her corner.
Metallica purred out of the speaker.

Part 9: Devil’s Dance.
Yeah
I feel you too
Feel
Those things you do
The rivals started circling each other, like wildcats circling their prey.
A cold smile on their lips, their gazes burning into the beautiful eyes of the enemy
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you, that's running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds I plant will grow

Slowly both kicked their shoes towards the stools. Even slower they opened and removed their bras.
Each mother’s eyes fixed on the gigantic balloon-shaped breasts of the other. Both where stretched to the point that each touch did hurt.
Naked except for the thongs, that had once belonged to the opponent, they started to circle closer, crouched down, hands raised, each muscle in their bodies ready to spring into action. Their hearts pounding.
Their circles became so tight, that their foreheads touched together. Their eyes stared unblinking into each other with a burning, piercing gaze full of lust and rivalry, contention and arousal.
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
That's right.
Let's dance
Both spat the “let’s dance” together with the singer; and attacked.
Their hands grabbed each other as their bodies smashed forward and slammed hard into the rival’s. A loud smack sounded when their volouptous bellies and thighs clashed, followed by a howl of pain as their breasts, brimful with milk collided.
Both fighters were pushed back by the impact and their bodies separated with a spray of milk drops and the jiggling of their little bit of belly fat.
Snake
I am the snake
Tempting
That bite to take
Simultaneously both attacked again, coiling their limbs around each other, grapping hair and clawing into the enemies’ full ass. They grabbled and wriggled until suddenly their tits met again.
Their long, feeding-hardened nipples caught each other side by side. Both women whimpered as they dragged them together until both pairs of fighting nipples did bend, while milk streamed out of them, and mixed.
Rose and Ivy screamed as their nipples finally had bend so far, that they could go past each other and fling back into shape. Instantly they dragged them back together from the other side and re-fought the painful duel.
Panting, they aligned their nipples head to head and touched them together lightly. Milk was seeping out of both tips lightly. Each mother took a deep breath and steeled herself.
Then they pushed.
Let me make your mind
Leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I've got what you need
Hunger I will feed
Rammed headlong together their nipples did send shockwaves of paint through both bodies and shot copious amounts of milk at each other.
Both beautiful faces were grimaces of pain, snarling with bared teeth they still kept their eyes fixed unblinking when they pushed further. Their nipples where pressed backwards into their tits while their heavy breast mashed into its counterpart. Both nipples refused to bend while they became engulfed by titflesh. Milk was spraying out of them like garden-hoses pressed together tip to tip.
They could not keep their eyes open, as the pain became unbearable and their minds began to cloud with it. Again, they pressed harder until with mutual scream they pushed apart.

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now, take the chance
Haha, come dance
Yeah, come dancing
Breathing heavy they stood 2 feet apart. Proud like warrior queens they stood, heads held high.
Rose’s eyes wandered up and down that stunning body that was so similar to her own in all its glory and in all the parts that had not recovered from pregnancy.
Both women’s breast had shrunk a bit, and had a more natural form now after releasing some milk. Each Breast was coated in mother’s milk that glimmered in the golden half-light. Rivers of milk were running down to each beautiful, softly curved belly. Milk was trickling into each belly button and into the rim of the green and red panties. Milk splatters where on their faces and even in their hair.
Their eyes met again and somehow Rose started to project all her troubles, all her frustration about being reduced to mum and housewife, all the anger, into the brown eyes staring back at her.
Her anger blazed up like bonfire inside of her and directed itself at Ivy. If she could best her rival, all would be good in her live. If she could crush Ivy, hurt Ivy, make Ivy beg, destroy Ivy, control Ivy, outfuck Ivy, she would be a happy, calm woman again. If she could win, she would be free.
And all her feelings were reflected in Ivy’s fac and in the brown eyes that werestaring at her through a mask of rage.
Both charged.

Part 10: Round 1
The fighters jumped at each other, kicking and slapping, screaming with rage. In a cloud of flying hair, they attacked without any regard to protect themself. Red marks appeared on alabaster skin and tears streamed down each women’s cheeks.
Fingernails scratched over tattooed arms and across the demon and the tribal on their backs.
Soon both women went for the hair again, grapping the rival’s strands with both hands and viscously tugging each other around the ring by it. Turning and rotating around each other in a mad, brutal dance of pain.
The battling furies suddenly crashed sideways into the padding of a ring post, which stopped their movement. Pulling hair with both hands they had maneuvered themselves into a standoff. Their hate-filled faces half an inch in front of each other they screamed obscenities into each other’s mouths. Each released on hand from the others hair and clawed them into the chin of the rival.
With lips almost touching they shrieked at each other and soon they attacked the Rival’s lips and mouth with spit.
Their equal strength had locked them in place, as they were swaying back and forth in the ring-corner to break the stalemate, each muscle in their bodies under pain in the fierce duel of strength.
Rose managed to clear her mind for a moment and think. The next push of Ivy’s body she took willingly, they would have fallen down, if there hadn’t been the ropes. Rose’s back hit the ropes on her side of the corner and she used the momentum to thrust back into Ivy and both fighters hit the ropes on Ivy’s side. The impact made them bounce back into Rose’s side and back again. This time Rose hooked her arms into the ropes and had Ivy pinned against them.
Their long legs had intertwined and their thick thighs where locked together firmly.
Ivy released Rose’s hair to pry her rival’s arms from the ropes and soon their arms were intertwined as well, tattoo against tattoo, Fairies against succubi.
Crushed together by their entangled limbs both women were starting to feel their sexual arousal to grow. Each had to fight their own desires now as much as they were fighting against each other.
Their breast were pinned together and their nipples fought a merciless wet duel covered in a constant flow of milk.
Their deep navels were practically glued together between their soft bellies and were filled with mixed mothers-milk.
Their pussies were constantly rubbed by the enemies thigh clamped between their own legs.
Ivy managed to move the interlocked couple to the side to pin Rose against the ropes but Rose countered and they started rolling and bouncing along the ropes. The ropes became looser towards the middle and one hard shove whipped both women of their feet and they crashed side by side into the ring mat.
The impact knocked the breath out of their lungs and stopped both fighters for a moment.
Their legs were still interwoven from ankles up to the top of their thighs, which were pressed against the rival’s thong.
Their arms were above their heads, hocked at the elbow, fingers entwined, ivy-tattoo pressed against roses-tattoo.
Their lips had somehow pressed together, and both were breathing heavy into each other’s open mouths.
Rose and Ivy were staring wide eyed, blue eyes into brown, while their tongues seemed to move on their own. Unstoppable they smacked together wetly and hungrily.
Soon their tongues were wrestling savagely, twisting around each other and trying to pin the opponent down. Spit mixed and flooded both mouths, while their tongues whirled and slapped.
The intensive kissing battle made both involuntarily loosen their leg lock and their thighs became able to slide and press deeper into their thong-clad pussies.
For the first time in their duel their eyes had closed and each women was acting purely on carnal instincts. They had started to roll around the ring, each gaining the upper position for a moment before the rival did overthrow them again.
Their upper bodies and heads were wrapped in a curtain of tangled silver blonde and golden blonde hair. Their mouths had locked together now, enclosing the tongue-duel.
The leg humping did become wilder and faster, as they involuntarily settled into a mutual rhythm that was almost unbroken by the changes in top and bottom position.
They had rolled into the center of the ring when they settled into a deadlock position side by side, Rose realized with a shock how close she was to cumming.
Her eyes shot open and was met by the panicked stare of Ivy. Their heads moved, bringing their eyes parallel to each other, their noses flattening each other, and their mouths became unlocked. But their wet lips managed to stay in touch. And their wet tongues darted in and out their mouths, constantly attacking and stabbing.
The movement of their thighs was unstoppable, and each thrust of their hips made both fighters moan. Each sensual rub of thigh-flesh against a soaked-through red or green thong brought both closer to the edge
Each woman could feel her body starting to shake and quiver, nothing could stop the sexual energy from releasing. They screamed in frustration and lust while a mutual orgasm raged through them:
“NO, NO” - “NO, not enoouuugh” - “Not jeet” – “Noooo” – “Fuuck, Fuuuck” – “Fuuck youuu”
while their treacherous bodies made them tremble and moan in extasy.
After their orgasms had subsided, they unraveled from each other and laid side by side on their backs, panting, the soft light shimmering on their sweat- and milk- coated skin.
“It is not over, Bitch” Rose hissed gasping for air “you are not of the hock”
“Definitely not over, Slut” Ivy spat back through her ragged breathing “You are not getting away that easy”
They rolled away from each other and sat up near the corner, in which their own cloth waited for their foe to take them. Slowly they pulled down their panties.
“Here are your briefs back, Slut” Ivy purred as she dropped the soaked, red thong on top of her red-and-white dress.
“And here are yours, enjoy them, Bitch” Rose answered while dropping the green thong on her yellow sundress.

Part 11 : Making Rules
Rose and Ivy locked their gazes together again and positioned themselves on their knees and hands. Leisurely they crawled forward like two hunting cats, in slow, measured, seductive movements.
Both women had their long, blonde hair falling down one side of their head. It was so long, that it did graze along the ring mat.
Finally, their catlike movement had brought them together in the middle of the ring. Softly they pushed their foreheads together, staring eye to eye with their eyelashes touching together.
Very gently and tenderly they let their noses, their cheeks, their lips caress each other, but no tenderness reaches their hard and focused eyes and their furrowed brows.
“Are you ready for the fuck-down of your live, sweety” Ivy poured right into Rose’s lips.
“I am ready to take everything your body can give before I make you cum under me” Rose poured back, deliberately letting her lips move across Ivy’s with each single word.
“Every tiny piece of my body is more than ready to destroy every piece of your body, darling” Ivy answered in her most sexy voice while rubbing every word into Rose’s lips.
Rose brusquely broke the lip-to lip contact, her eyes flashed “Yeah, show me, bitch”
“I will, slut” Ivy hissed “body-part versus body-part”
The rival’s separated to think about how to follow up on this.
Rose smiled “we move down our bodies in opposite directions, challenging part for part. We start Face to Face and end pussy to pussy ”
“Ok, let’s move down every minute, form part to part” Ivy clarified
“30 seconds on top, 30 seconds on the bottom, 30 seconds side by side, up for it?” Rose challenged
“Let’s do it “ Ivy nodded and reached for her Motorola Razr to set a repeating 30 second alarm.
Part 12 : Round 2
Rose laid down on her back, luring Ivy with her finger to start on top “Come here, bitch, face to face first”
Ivy positioned herself in a line with Rose, her Eyes upside down above her rival’s and her blonde strands forming a curtain around their faces.
She started the timer.
First 90s: Mouth to Mouth
Both women brought out their tongue and let the tip glide down the bridge of the other’s nose before letting them dance tip to tip for a second.
Then Ivy tried to use the advantage of her top position to invade Rose’s mouth but Rose fought back denying the enemy’s probing muscle entry by blocking it with her own tongue.
Soon the mobile phone sounded, and Rose started to roll instantly, Ivy following a bit more reluctant, until their positions where reversed, now Rose’s hair was dangling down around them.
Immediately Rose attacked with her tongue and Ivy fenced against it denying entry into her mouth. Rose let her spittle run down her tongue, which gave her a gurgling sound of protest from the bottom woman but soon the alarm sounded, and both fighters shifted to a side by side position. Their long hair had wrapped together and around their heads like a tight scarf.
Now, on even footage, both changed their tactic and a viscous licking battle started, for 30 seconds their saliva -coated tongues did rub and roam length to length. They ended up with their mouths sucked together, the upper side of their tongues plastered together full length with the tips almost down the enemy’s throat. Their noses flattened each other, and both had to fight the lack of air and the reflex to gag with so much tongue meat inside deep inside. When the alarm sounded they separated with a loud smack and both had to gasp for air and breath for the next 30 second interval.
Rose took the initiative and rolled on top while moving down.
Second 90s Mouth to Tits
Rose did position her face above her foe’s tits which made her own breast dangle above Ivy’s face. With the sound of the Razr she lowered down, pressing one tit down to smother Ivy with it while wildly sucking one of Ivy’s swollen nipples.
Sweet Milk sprayed into Rose’s mouth and she had to concentrate on swallowing, not to gag on it. At the same time the feeling of her decade-long dream-girl sucking her milk was so arousing that Rose had to focus hard not to give in and simply enjoy it.
Both tried hard to drain the other mothers milk but nothing like this happened when the alarm sounded. And Ivy fiercely moved them around to gain top position. Each woman attacked the other breast now and Rose was struggling in the bottom position not to drown on the milk and to breath with the titflesh pressing into her nose. After endless 30 seconds she wrestled her rival to middle position and gasped for air.
Side by side they started to massage and caress the rivals’ tits, which answered to it with sprays of milk into the attacker’s face. Licking milk from swollen nipples was almost unbearable sexy for both of them.
With the next alarm both took a moment to seek eye contact and glare at each other with milk coated faces. Both tried to bring her arousal down in that time until the next alarm made them move downwards again.
Third 90s Tit to tit and tongue to navel
Ivy had top position again and Rose was almost driven mad by the feeling of her enemies nipples dangling above her own, grazing them lightly until Ivy pressed down hard, and each of them screamed when their nipples pressed into each other and their tits engulfed them and their seeping milk.
Ivy’s beautiful deep navel was pressing down on Rose’s face and in the same moment she started licking and caressing it with her tongue she did feel Ivy’s tongue entering her own navel.
Both where moaning heavily and turned around after 30 seconds without breaking any of their two battles. Their nipples where fencing a ferocious duel in between the rolling flesh while milk was seeping out between the flattened heavy tits. While their tongues where giving unbearable pleasure to the rival blonde.
Side by side they kept it going while grabbing the others full, round butt for extra leverage and pleasure. The final alarm made them push each other apart.
their nipples overstimulated and hurting, tender with lactating and fighting. Both women allowed themselves to cry for 30 seconds until the merciless phone signaled the next round.
120 seconds of nipple mayhem
Rose crawled on top of her foe, her body covered in sweat and milk, most of her hair was sticking to the wet skin but some strands where falling down and immediately stuck to Ivy’s wet flesh.
Rose aligned her right nipples with Ivy’s bellybutton and slowly pressed down, inserting her hard nipple into the deep navel. At the same moment she did feel Ivy’s hard rod enter into her own sensitive bellybutton.
Ivy’s legs shot upward and did catch Rose’s head between her thick thighs. Rose quickly reacted and immobilized Ivy’s head with her own legs.
Both women started to flex the muscles in their bellies to massage and milk the rival’s nipple. Milk was squeezed out of both nipples and Rose could see how her milk did overflow out of Ivy’s navel, while Ivy’s milk was trickling down from her own bellybutton back onto her enemy’s breasts.
With the sounding of the alarm, Ivy turned them around and inserted her other nipple into Rose’s deep navel while Rose pressed her left nipple upward into Ivy’s navel.
After 30 seconds Ivy did not move to a sideway position. She crawled upward until her rested nipple was above Rose’s swollen pubic lips. Rose did anticipate what her beautiful rival was up to and did not block it, instead she made ready and before Ivy could do anything, she rammed her right nipple hard into the wet swollen pussy above her.
Ivy screamed in a mix of anger and lust but responded immediately and pushed her own nipple down, invading Rose’s most intimate spot.
Both fighters where moaning while their tortured nipples pumped milk into swollen, eager pussies.
The alarm rang and Rose wrestled Ivy down aggressively. They released the over-stimulated nipple just to send the rested nipple down into the trench.
Both women managed to hit the golden spot. Both hard nipples collided with clits.
Clits that had been waiting, for a little stimulus to crawl out of their folds and go to war.
The rival’s screamed as their two most sensitive body parts where overloading their nervous systems at the same time.
The screams turned into whimpers and gasp while their hard, swollen nipples and their growing, pulsating clits fenced with each other and milk mixed with pre-cum.
The alarm saved them. Both pulled out instantly out of fear to cum right in that second.
Fuck the clock
Slowly they crawled forward until their pussies where right above each other and their legs where snaked around the rival’s upper body. Ivy was technically on top because she was facing the mat while Rose was laying on her back, but in this position, it did not mean as much as in the former parts.
Their eyes met over their sweaty bodies and with the sounding of the next alarm they bumped their pussies right into each other. For the first 30 seconds they managed to keep their gazes locked while their wet pubic-lips mashed and grinded deeply into each other.
Rose managed to roll them around with the alarm but soon the 30 seconds rule was forgotten as they rolled around the ring humping, pressing and grinding. Sometimes one of them on top, sometimes both on their side.
While the timer ticked on and another alarm sounded, they both had started whimpering and moaning while their pussies humped each other mercilessly.
After 30 seconds more both where clinging to the rival’s legs for support, while trying desperately to keep their minds focused and their bodies going.
Another 30 seconds had them whimpering and shaking while their pussies grinded together again and again in a mutual rhythm like a well synchronized machine.
Again, the alarm sounded, and both were hanging on by a hair, tears welled behind their closed eyelids. But not once they missed a beat in their clockwork-like duel of grinding pubic lips. Both knew, if they would just lose a millisecond the enemy pussy would devour her own and all would be lost.
And so, they slammed them together another endless 30 seconds, while the wave did build up inside.
Right with the next alarm, it became too much. The orgasmic waves could not be stopped or stalled. And like two tsunamis crashing into each other devastatingly the sexual energy exploded. Shaking and screaming they came together, their pussies gushing cum juices into each other
But not once, not until the last wave of pleasure had released itself and the sea became calm again, had they stopped grinding. Not one beat was lost while the orgasms raged through them.
But finally, they were laying silent and unmoving, still locked together by their long legs, still pussy to pussy. Again, their bodies had given in at the same time, leaving their battle without an conclusion, without a winner. The only sound was their heavy breathing, broken every second by the forgotten timer.
Looking at the light-bathed ceiling through a mask of her own hair Rose tried to catch her breath and gather her thoughts back together. She felt empty after the orgasm and strangely un-satisfied.
Again she had not been able to make her rival cum before herself. Again, her decade-long nemesis, that sexy, hot, lovely bitch, had proven her equal.
A sound made Rose raise her head and slowly raise her upper body high enough to rest on her elbows. She watched Ivy’s hand fumble for her mobile to finally stop the alarm.
Then Ivy raised herself up, far enough to look at her.
Rose could see by the slow, careful movements, that Ivy’s muscles must be as sore and aching as her own. Every muscle in both fighter bodies was screaming for them to rest, to stop, to let it be and call it a draw.
Steel -blue Eyes and warm-brown Eyes met. At first there was respect and recognition in their gazes but with each second their stare became more competitive, more aggressive, more hateful.
Neither Rose nor Ivy was willing to accept the draw. It was not over jet.

Part 12 Round 3
Rose and Ivy clasped each other’s forearm in the classic warrior’s handshake to raise each other up into a sitting position. Looking down on their hands they saw the little bees tattooed on both wrist where touching each other .
Each had one leg on the floor and one leg above the other’s leg. Their sweaty, milk covered bodies were just inches apart. For a time, they held their wrists and just stared at each other.
Both women knew, that their strength and stamina was almost exhausted. Both feared that they would not make it through another round of sex-combat. Both wondered how exhausted the other would be, could they keep it up longer as the other? Whose body or mind would give in first?
“Ready, Bitch?”
“More than ready, Slut!”
They reinforced their grip on each other’s wrist and sat up. Both freed their hair that was stuck on their bodies and started braiding it to get it out of the way. But rose got an Idea:
She grabbed Ivy’s half-finished braid with the hand that held her own.
“Let’s tie us together, Bitch” she hissed “that way none of us can flee”
“Fine by me, Slut, I would not get away before the end anyway, little wimp” Ivy spat back.
They glared at each other hatefully while Rose made a tight silver-golden braid out of the lower half of their hair. Now, they could not move more than half a meter away from each other now.
They clasped their rival’s neck with one hand and pulled each other closer, they raised their asses of the ground and pushed their foreheads together. Their hard gazes burned into each other.
Ivy spat a glob of saliva right onto Rose’s lips. Rose, shaking with anger, liked it up, pressed her lips to Ivy’s and forced as much saliva between the closed lips of her enemy as she could gather in her mouth. Ivy immediately started a counterattack with her own saliva. They held this position lip to lip and started connecting the rest of their bodies.
Slowly they pushed their milked-out tits deeply into each other. Their sore nipples started to entwine within the mashed globes of flesh.
Next, their slightly flabby bellies clashed into each other, and their navels sucked together. Their neatly trimmed squares of blonde pubic hair entangled.
Finally, with a small movement of their hips, their pussies re-connected. A shudder went through both bodies and a small whimper escaped both women.
Deeper and deeper they grinded their wet pussies into one another, instantly their bodies fell into a mutual rhythm accompanied by small gaps and moans.
Hungrily their lips opened up and their tongues darted forward to restart their battle, as the fighters tried to out-kiss each other forcefully.
Suddenly their eyes widened and they screamed into each other’s mouths. Deep down between their waring pussies both big, swollen clits had unfurled from their hoods and had met head-on.
Snarling at each other through their kiss they grabbed the rival’s butt for leverage and simultaneously rammed their love horns into the enemy pussy.
Viciously they fucked against each other.
Rose was almost overwhelmed with desire. Even though, Ivy’s clit was tiny compared to a man’s cock, no dick had ever felt as good, as right and at the same time as devastating, as intruding and as overwhelmingly arousing inside Rose. And nothing in her life had ever felt so perfect, so stimulating and so powerful, as her own clit pounding into Ivy’s hot, wet pussy, fucking her.
A feral duet of screams rang through the abandoned gym, sometimes muffled by feral tongue tangles and accompanied by the smacking sound of wet flesh drumming into wet flesh rhythmically.
Their first battle 10 years ago had been wild and competitive but playful and adventures. Back than both had just bloomed into full womanhood, their natural lean bodies had been full of energy. Both had been eager but inexperienced. That day had deeply influenced and shaped their sexuality.
Now, battling again, they were two women in their sexual prime. Their bodies and minds experienced in lovemaking. Their stamina and pain-endurance steeled by childbirth and breast-feeding.
The still-present extra-pounds of pregnancy had made their bodies more voluptuous. The plastic-filtered sunlight gleamed on their skin and made everything look soft and warm.
But there was no softness in their sharp minds, no tenderness in any of their moves.
Ferociously they kept on pounding their bodies together, the little layer of fat in their thighs, their bellies and their asses jiggled with each smash of hard clits into hot pussies. In growing despair both tried to deal more pleasure than they were receiving.
Loud smacks sounded through the building each time flabby belly-flesh collided. With it came a faint sucking sound as their wet pussies clashed into each other.
Again and again these sounds rang in perfect synchronicity while they clit-fucked each other merciless. Again and again, faster and ever faster. Until their desperate screams of pain and lust drowned all other sounds.
Both could not keep up the pace, but neither was willing to slow down first. They screamed at each other to give up, to surrender, to just stop.
Abruptly, the beat stopped. Instinctively their clits had found each other and the pleasure wave ad shocked both warriors in their core.
Both fighters leaned back, as far as their mutual braid allowed it, pushing their hands down on the mat, to give their clits more leverage and exactly the right angle to meet tip to tip.
For a few seconds they rested, clits just millimeters apart.
Rose let her eyes wander over the body of her intimate rival. Ivy was insanely beautiful, her white skin shimmered with sweat, golden hairs stuck to it everywhere, mixed with many silver-blonde ones that Rose had lost in the battle. Her breasts, considerably shrunken from all the milking, stood proud, with long hard nipples poking out. Her sexy bellybutton moved up and down with each ragged breath.
Ivy’s angelic face was showing her exhaustion, but her eyes still shone like beacons, showing her unbroken fighting-spirit.
Brown eyes and blue eyes caught each other and a small smile played around both women’s lips. Very slowly both reached down and with two fingers they opened their pussy lips wide, inviting their enemy deep into themselves.
At the same moment both pushed their hips upward mashing open pussies and ramming their clits together. With otherworldly willpower they kept their eyes open and their gazes locked.
Wasting no time both start humping their clits together, Instantly they were falling into a mutual rhythm of hard, fast pelvis trusts that made their clits rub full length, and their whole pussies to grind deep into each other.
Both fighters were breathing through grinded teeth, shaking their heads with sharp pain in their scalps from the strained double-blaid.
With a wild scream they clashed their bodies together again, tit to tit and belly to belly. Their arms wound around the Other and a mutual bearhug started, plastering their sweaty flesh even tighter together.
Nose to nose they screamed at each other and after a second, they had locked mouth to mouth and were fiercely attacking the rival’s tongue with their own.
A full attack on every battlefield of their intimate war, made the pleasure, the wave of lust inside them unbearable. None could take it much longer and both did know it.
Locked in a race, where the first over the line would lose, it would be logical to hold back, to stall, to play it save. But not these two fighters fastened together naked. Both were single-mindedly only focused on attack.
All their thoughts were absorbed by the will to dominate, to overpower, to win. Only making the rival cum first was an option.
And so attack rammed into attack.
Tongue struggled against tongue in a bath of mixed spittle
Nipples stabbed at nipples, milking the last desperate drops out of throbbing, overused, drained breasts.
The sore muscles in both bodies shivered from exhaustion.
Every time, Rose slammed her pussy into Ivy’s she did it with single-minded determination to break her rival with the next slam. Or the next one. She knew her own body was about to break; she knew she could not contain the lust any longer. But she did not care, she did not listen to her senses any longer, all of her willpower was focused on the next slam, surely Ivy could not take one more – but again she did. Again, Ivy refused to give up.
Again their raw pussy-flesh, their overexcited, swollen clits met with clockwork precision. Again, both did not yield.
Another time the entangled women slammed together, and another. And then, unexpected by both fighters, Orgasms started. Deep down in their core it had started unperceived by both women’s attack-focused minds it had built up. Now it exploded with raw energy. Each woman managed to kepp trusting their pussies at each other, still unable to stop their attacks.
But both where shaking with the raging pleasure as their pussies gushed cum juice into each other.
Both where screaming madly but the sounds where drowned by their locked together mouths and their still entwined tongues.
And through it all, they were ramming their pussies together, unable to stop. Not willing missing a beat in their rhythm. Fighting to overpower the opponent even during their orgasmic ecstasy.
Finally, their heads tilted back, their mouths separated with a loud plop and spittle flying in all directions and an earth shattering, two-voiced scream rang through the abandoned building.
Both woman collapsed down to the mat in a heap of tangled limbs.
Gasping for air and fighting to stay conscious they lay in a close embrace. They stared at each other bewildered and confused as each tried to process that again, neither of them had won – or lost.
Both wanted desperately to continue, to go on, to win or even to lose but to end it. But both knew that their bodies were drained entirely of strength, stamina and sexual energy.

Part 13 After the Fight
For quite some time they laid there before they managed to gather enough energy to entangle from each other. Slowly and painfully they stood up and looked at each other, lost for words. Unable to continue but deeply unsatisfied by the outcome. Even though, both had experienced the best and most complete sexual release of their 29 years of live.
Still breathing heavy they entangled their hair. For a time, they just stood there facing each other uncertain what to do or even think. Looking at each other with dull, empty eyes. All the fire had burned and only fatigue was left in their gaze.
Suddenly the sound of a door opening crashed the stalemate. Rose saw Ivy’s eyes widen in shock
“No, no-one..” the golden blond mother stammered “ No-One should come here today”
Voices trailed through the empty building.
Adrenalin rushed back into both women and brought them to action. Quickly each grabbed the other one’s cloth and their own purse. They were already on their way out of the ring and towards the emergency exit while they struggled into their rival’s summer dress.
The voices came nearer as they struggled to open the door and almost jumped outside.
While the door slammed shut behind them Ivy suddenly grabbed Rose at the neck and planted a quick but hard and wet smooching smooch onto Rose’s lips. Then she ran away to the left.
Rose had no time to be stunned and ran to the right into a small side-alley. She moved until she was out of sight from the old gym but still out of sight from the busy shopping street the alley did lead to.
Then she stopped and leaned against the wall, catching her breath and her thoughts.
Absent-mindedly she liked her lips, like she tried to get the last taste of her beautiful, decade-long rival, not to waste even a molecule of spit Ivy may have left on her lips.
Rose finally pulled on the red panties she had last worn as a 19 year old girl. Goosebumps appeared all over her body, as the wet front of the panties met her crotch.
Her head hanging down she wondered how close she had been to winning. If she could have kept it up just a little second longer, would Ivy have had cum first? Or would the golden-blonde Nemesis been able to go as long as Rose would go?
She wondered if they would ever meet again. Still she had no way of contacting Ivy or even knew her last name. Would they be ever able to find an answer?
She pulled out her little white iPod, plugged her earbuds in and started “My Apocalypse” by Arch Enemy.
The first riffs hit, her head started bouncing with the beat.
Suddenly a smile formed around the corner of her mouth; her eyes started to shine again.
Slowly she realized the amazing experience she had went through. An experience of an intensity most people may never feel in all off their lifetime, but Rose had gone through it not once but twice.
Twice she had battled the most beautiful, most magnificent daredevil of a woman. And even though she had not beaten Ivy, she had not been beaten either. They had battled to the last drop of strength and the last ounce of willpower in both of them. Equals, they had proven to be.
She walked out of the dark ally into the sunlit shopping street. Her head held high. Her blonde hair caught the breeze and trailed behind her.
The voice of Angela Gossow’s death-growl hits Rose’s ears and a big fat grin formed on her lips.
“Sudden implosion of silenced emotions
Buried beneath a scarred heart for too long”
Rose marched down the street with lighting in her eyes and a proud swagger in her stride. Everyone who looked at her face made a space for her.
A young women chatting with her friends stood with her back to the rapidly clearing path of the silver-blonde warrior.
Rose pushed her out of the way with both hands without even slowing down.
She knew, if she could go through such a battle undefeated, nothing would ever bring her down, she would grab live by the horns and bent it to her will.
We leave Rose and zoom out upwards, locking down on the blonde striding along, the sea of people parting before her willpower.

The End.

[Gradius]

Might want to re-upload with a different font. This is pretty damn difficult to read with how small the lettering is.

[Anubisx]

I love the part-to-part moment!

[Rocko23]

This was a wonderful hot story. Loved the lactation. Would have liked a clear winner but awesome tale! Thank you.

[kingofdapirates1]

Very hot! I enjoyed this immensely. Lactation is something I have always wanted to try and write, but haven't been brave enough for. I feel like you nailed it with their fight. Thanks for a great story!