Brittany was frustrated and hurt. Her chest was throbbing, her breast beginning to well. Her ribs hurt when she breathed and there were cobwebs from the kick to the face. Charlotte, in contrast, was fueled, by the change in the tone of the fight and now, sneering she stalked her downed opponent like a jungle cat. Brittany was again on all fours, trying to get up. She wasn't frightened, but she knew that she was in trouble. She was concerned that Charlotte was now in the proverbial driver's seat and she could see the vindictive sneer on the blonde's sweaty face. The brunette was hurt though, and as she hurried to get into a better position, she slipped. Ass-up is not a very good defensive position and Charlotte reacted quickly, springing towards to beaten brunette and swinging a roundhouse kick solidly into Brittany's rump, connecting with a punishing kick into the battered girl's cunt, the lips already swollen from the prior sexual pounding. The thud was loud and an involuntary shrill squeak escaped Brittany's throat as she was thrown forward, prone, onto the floor, pain raging through her body, unable to catch her breath.
Brittany sensed her danger and rolled quickly to her back, bringing her legs to her chest defensively very quickly. She was strong and able to take a lot, but was also powerful and she was on the bad side of this fight now. They had become engaged like two cats in the wild, fighting for dominance and although handily in control earlier, she was now no longer that way. Charlotte, on the other hand, sensed victory coming. She too, felt like a lioness in the wild, fighting for dominance and she was not going to let this tough bitch be the alpha female. She also recognized that Brittany was perhaps the first woman she had encountered who could challenge her for alpha status, but she would not let her gain it. She moved in to finish her assault, pleased that Brittany was hurt and in a defensive position. The brunette's eyes were dull and almost closed. The blonde was pleased at the respite as she got close. It was a ruse though and as she closed in, the blonde's crotch exploded with the force of a double-mule kick, literally lifting her off the ground and sending her flying backwards onto her back. Charlotte roared in frustration and agony and lay stunned on the floor. Brittany smiled at her small victory as she willed her ravaged body to regain some control. She got to her hands and knees just as Charlotte did and on all fours, both women crawled towards one another. The imagery was an unbelievable parallel to exactly what would occur in the wild if anyone would have been watching. The two women came together on all fours and engaged, tearing into one another with sharp claws and fists, pushing up until they were on their knees and clawing more. Charlotte slammed her tits into Brittany's and the brunette groaned Brittany's nails tore deep gashes into Charlotte's buttocks and the big blonde leaned into Brittany's shoulder and bit her. Brittany slammed her pelvis into Charlotte's and the two roared violently. Charlotte's strength forced Brittany gradually backwards until she was in the awkward position of being on her back with her legs pinned beneath her. The two continued to fight violently, tearing, punching and clawing at one another. Brittany got her legs out finally, and despite being pinned underneath the blonde, her body being assaulted with claws and teeth, Brittany wrapped her legs powerfully around Charlotte's midsection. The vise-like thigh scissors clamped down brutally and Charlotte moaned desperately. Air was forced from the blonde's body as she rolled back, desperately trying to free herself from the brutal hold. Brittany intensified the hold even as Charlotte changed desperation tactics and began pummeling the blonde's face and breasts. Brittany covered herself defensively even as she increased the intensity of crushing scissors. She successfully slammed the blonde over onto her side. The two now exchanged punches. Even though both women were strong, Brittany's punches were doing more damage as Charlotte also had to contend with the leg scissors. The blonde was losing ground fast.
Brittany nailed Charlotte in the head with several unanswered punches, dazing the blonde enough that she was weakened. The brunette took advantage and rolled again, giving up the scissors for a straddle position. She was a little low, sitting pelvis to pelvis, but she was in a position of unfettered attack and unloaded wildly on the blonde, who, in her dazed state was unable to really protect herself well despite trying.
Blood sprayed out of Charlotte's perfect nose, and the brunette continued.
"Do you give?" the now-dominant female asked?
Charlotte mumbled something.
"Do you? demanded Brittany.
"I give--I fuckin' give you bitch!" Charlotte squealed. Frustration obvious in her voice.
Brittany wanted to get up, but she was exhausted. Charlotte wanted to force her off, but couldn't. She bucked her hips weakly. Unintentionally (perhaps) the bucking ground her pussy into Brittany's. Brittany felt a warm tingling between her legs again, rapidly bringing her back to the sexual exchange which had occurred between the two warriors earlier in the fight. She didn't get off of Charlotte, instead grinding her hips back. Charlotte moaned a little and pressed back. The exchange continued for a few seconds until the women slipped into a classic trib position, legs intertwined, sexual organs pressed against one another.