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In the heart of an African jungle, Teela, the strong and untamed ape woman, shares a passionate life with her lover Sara O'Conner, the Irish beauty. As queen of the wild, Teela has overcome all the challenges that nature and invaders have put in her way. But it seems there are winds of change in the jungle, as rumors arrive that a dangerous Nubian Amazon named Keta has been spotted roaming the area. When Teela and Keta finally meet at a secluded lagoon, the two powerful women face off in a fierce battle under the watchful eyes of Sara, both determined to resolve who will reign as the true queen of the jungle.
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The concept of wild women in the jungle has long been a captivating theme in film, television and comics, with characters such as Sheena, Zara of the Jungle and The Lost World’s Veronica embodying the allure of untamed beauty and strength, symbols of the fascinating mix of primitive power and raw sensuality. No wonder there has always been a magnetic attraction to such women and their stories about the challenges of living on the fringes of civilization. The women in this story are perfect examples of why we’re still attracted to this type of character today.
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CHAPTER 1
THE TRIAL OF THE LOVERS
A flock of violet turacos fled in panic when the first screams of pleasure were heard in the depths of the jungle. There, beyond some steep rocky hills and an isolated and unmapped lagoon, stood a treehouse. Among the local tribes it was said that there lived an ape woman in solitude, a wild beauty with the golden mane of a lioness and the strength of a leopardess who answered to the name of Teela. There was talk of it being dangerous to go deep into the wilderness when she was on the hunt, when her defiant chest thumps echoed through the valleys and her war cries scared off the beasts. Some adventurers and bounty hunters, equipped with tranquilizer rifles and infrared goggles, had tried to capture her, but all had been found days later tied up with vines on the outskirts of some village, beaten and frightened of the ‘white she-demon’. Sometimes those who came to the jungle were female warriors from different tribes of the wild continent, from the horn of Africa to the windward coasts, ready to challenge the famous Teela in hand-to-hand combat. Without exception, all of them had been found semi-conscious dragged through the river that crossed the region, their skin full of scratches and bites, their breasts and bellies punched, and their crotches exposed, the loincloth absent. The trophy had been claimed.
Most of what was told about Teela, though sometimes exaggerated, was real, but there was something that had long been untrue: she no longer lived alone, not since a certain redhead had given up returning to her native Ireland to stay with the love she had unexpectedly found in the heart of Africa. Sara O'Conner was a passionate graduate student in botany that had ventured into the African jungle with her research team, unaware that her presence had captivated Teela. The enigmatic blonde had secretly observed her until a fateful ambush by Nubian Amazons had forced her to intervene. In a fierce display of female power, she had saved Sara and her team. The bond of heated passion between the untamed woman and the gorgeous scientist was immediate, so Sara’s life-changing decision wasn’t difficult to make.
More screams echoed in the hot summer air. On top of some animal pelts—lion, hyena, cheetah, gorilla—Teela and her redheaded lover were engaged in a hot scissoring position that forced both of them into a carnal pleasure hard to subdue—they really had the hots for each other. The sun streamed in through the window-like holes of the treehouse, glistening the sweat that dripped down the pristine naked flesh of the two beauties. Their abundant pubes intertwined and scraped together in a forest of blond and red hair as their stiff clits met again, and neither could help but howl with pleasure again.
“Teela horny!” the ape woman moaned. Not even the soft morning light could soften the raw strength of Teela’s body, a masterpiece of flesh and muscle shaped by the unrelenting demands of the jungle. Her large breasts, with dark brown nipples standing proudly erect on their rough areolas, barely bounced with every pelvic thrust, so firm that even gravity had little effect on them. Teela’s long, thick blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders as she leaned back to force her pussy deeper and deeper into her lover’s, her ice blue eyes flashing brightly.
“God, you make me horny too!” Sara gasped. Her nude beauty was of a different kind, softer but no less striking, with her long red hair and blue eyes carrying with her the splendor of her homeland, land of fairies and giants. Her body had always been wonderfully curvaceous, with generous pink-nippled boobs that had been the envy of every woman she had ever met in her life, but life in the jungle had given an extra edge to her muscles—muscles that she now was putting to the test by engaging in sex to sex with her insatiable golden-haired lover.
The gorgeous, sweaty women accelerated the rhythm of their hips, eager for carnal liberation. Sara still couldn’t believe what that wild blonde was making her feel, taking her far, far beyond what a man had ever been capable of—and not only physically. With Teela there was always a challenge, whether running through the jungle, climbing trees or tracking an elusive prey. Teela was the best at everything, and she didn’t hesitate to boast about it, forcing Sara to give her all to match her, to surpass her in an addictive competition without end. And that included when they fucked.
“This time you’ll come first,” Sara said. It was little more than a whisper, but the direct and simple challenge was enough to make a primal fire burn in Teela’s ice blue eyes.
“Teela winner again,” the blonde grunted. She had never lost a fight, a duel, a competition in her life, but even so she knew that the redhead had sometimes put her on the ropes sexually.
Now was one of those moments: as Sara clashed her hard clitoris over and over again against Teela’s, meeting the ape woman’s raw passion and long flesh spear head to head, the queen of the jungle felt a powerful, dangerous orgasm building deep inside her sex. Certainly, Sara was no longer the shy girl she used to be, and she had quickly learned how to handle Teela’s seductive body and press the right buttons at the right time.
Teela’s animalistic instincts caused her buttocks to flex even harder, her wet pussy clashing noisily against Sara’s. The two beauties stiffened as they felt their hot clits now sliding against each other length by length, but it was Sara who gasped the loudest. The blonde took advantage of her lover’s weak moment to push forward and knock her onto her back. Teela’s powerful, sculpted form loomed over Sara, her blue eyes burning with wild desire.
“Teela fucks,” she grunted, rocking her hips back and forth as, under her, Sara threw back her head and moaned, her large, alabaster breasts bouncing with each hump of the blonde. The blonde couldn’t help but smile, a wild spark dancing in her eyes. “Teela better.”
Sara tilted her hips to the side to try to penetrate Teela’s wet sex with her clitoris in a desperate attempt to push her back. At first, Teela’s own long spear stood hard and proud in her way, forcing moans from both beauties, but when Sara got past it and felt her lover’s labia against her clitoris, she knew she had her. Teela began to gasp with pleasure as the redhead thrust her sex weapon into her again and again with rapid relentless lunges, making sure to rub all over the delicate folds of sensitive intimate flesh.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Sara teased. “I know how much you like this, you jungle queen.”
“Yes!” Teela confessed as she took the clitoris inside her. Momentarily lost in that surge of carnal enjoyment, she couldn’t stop Sara from pushing her aside.
With a swift, almost instinctive grace, the redhead shifted her weight, mounting the blonde with determination. The sweat of both heated bodies jumped in the air, making every curve and contour shine while Sara quickly grabbed Teela’s left leg and guide it over her shoulder. The muscles of both beauties tensed as their hips aligned against each other perfectly, leaving both pussies open and at the disposal of the rival.
“You’re going to like this better,” Sara said as she began to rub her cxnt against Teela’s open sex. The ape woman immediately got into the game despite her disadvantage, the pace of their mutual fucking beginning to build, not hurried but deliberate. “I make you submit and cum,” the Irish woman insisted.
The sounds of the jungle were relegated to the background as Sara attempted to tame Teela for the first time in her life. Teela’s wild blonde mane stretched over the animal pelts, her silky locks clinging to her flushed cheeks, to a face taken by pleasure. Above her, Sara’s long red hair fell like a curtain of fire and sweat around her beautiful features flooded with carnal hunger. Their eyes locked together, neither willing to give an inch as their strong cxnts pressed together.
Their hips met in an increasingly heated rhythm as the women gasped and moaned, both matching each other’s relentless energy, their pussies tightened as a wave of carnal pleasure spread through them. Sara’s ass muscles flexed and twitched as she wrestled her pelvis against Teela’s, both women guiding their overstimulated clits in frenzied attacks. The soft but firm feminine essences opened in petals of folds like a flower in the spring at the insistent touch, and soon Teela and Sara found themselves exhaling some cries of pleasure impossible to contain.
A shattering pelvic thrust from Teela then knocked Sara aside, and the redhead suddenly found the positions reversed, with the blonde trapping Sara against the pelts, the ape woman’s strong thighs forcing hers open as she bucked on top of her. Sara’s nails ran down Teela’s sides before gripping her pounding buttocks, her formidable lover’s muscles hardening under her fingers as she fucked her pussy to pussy against the floor. Closing her eyes, Sara felt Teela’s heavy bosoms crashing against her fat pair with each pelvic thrust, their erect pink and brown nipples rubbing together as the sweat allowed their flat bellies to slide against each other smoothly. For a moment, Sara felt overtaken by Teela’s delicious, strong sex, and stopped hearing anything but the rhythmic clash of intimate flesh.
“Sara cum,” Teela gasped with arrogance, clutching her lover’s silky, long hair as she readjusted her hips to seek out the other woman’s clitoris with her own.
“Never!” Sara complained half a second before the hard clits met again. The two beauties howled, but it was the Irishwoman who felt she was at the limit of her sexual stamina. Teela’s sculpted body radiated unstoppable strength and seduction in each of her relentless movements led by the longest clitoris in the entire jungle, and Sara just felt her resolve faltered—but it wasn’t yet extinguished.
As Teela leaned closer, her ice blue eyes blazing with the lust of victory that the ape woman loved so much, Sara surged upward, capturing her lover’s lips in a sudden kiss. Teela was startled by the sudden assault of lips and tongue—that was the one and only area where Sara’s experience in the civilization gave her a distinct advantage. Attractive and seductive as she was, the redhead had had her fair share of lovers in Ireland, while the wild blonde, raised in the solitude of the jungle, had had to learn to kiss late in life—and she had learned almost all of it precisely from the woman who was now sticking her tongue deep in her mouth.
Still, Teela was a born fighter, and she kept pounding Sara’s hot cxnt as she pushed her own tongue against the invading oral muscle. The busty redhead however managed to counterattack and knock Teela aside. The two passionate beauties continued to lock mouth to mouth, teeth coming into play as they both knelt facing each other next to one of the light openings. Under the golden shafts of morning light, their hungry lips clashed together over and over again in a dance of competitive heat, their breaths mingling in the air as Teela’s feral passion met Sara’s practiced grace.
“Not so tough with your mouth, huh, love?” Sara mocked, biting the fleshy lower lip of the ape woman.
“Teela better kiss,” the blonde replied, licking Sara’s lips with a quick movement before plunging her tongue into the redhead’s mouth.
Seeking further carnal contact, Teela and Sara wrapped their left arms tightly around each other’s torso, bringing their heated bodies close together nude chest to nude chest. The warm light painted their sweaty, flushed skin with amber and golden hues, illuminating every curve and angle as, with their hearts racing in unison, they both brought their right hands to each other’s wet pussy.
“I’m going to wring every drop of cum out of you,” Sara threatened through kisses as her index and middle fingers found Teela’s sexual slit.
“Sara bitch.” Teela’s hand assaulted in revenge the pussy of the other female while she grunted one of those words new to her that her lover had explained to her was hot to say when their sexual fights were getting intense—and that one was getting it.
“You’re the bitch, you fucking sexy blonde,” Sara moaned.
“Sexy Sara bitch,” the ape woman gasped.
Biting and licking lips, pushing their plump boobs together, the two competitive, enthusiastic lovers began to finger each other. Their hands moved deftly and swiftly, each of the women exploring, teasing with a series of maddening penetrations. Teela and Sara felt both of their wet and burning cxnts throbbing, opening to the pressure of the fingers while her clits grew in length and hardness.
A shred of cloud blotted out the sun at that moment, leaving the treehouse momentarily in gloom. Clinging to each other with primal desperation, the lovers parted their tongues and began to gently bite the other neck through the sweaty curtain of hair. Teela began flicking Sara’s fat clit with her thumb, forcing long moans and shudders from the redhead. However, Sara counterattacked by grinding Teela’s thick clit between the pads of two fingers, and the wild blonde couldn’t help but join in the Irishwoman’s sexual gasps and tremors.
“Sara loser,” Teela exhaled, turning her face toward the other beauty. The two women looked at each other point-blank in the shadows, gasping face to face.
“You’re the loser,” Sara replied. “Your clit is mine.”
“Push mine,” the ape woman hissed. “Sara clit to mine.”
Sara understood Teela’s challenge, so she slapped the blonde’s fingers away from her pussy and unceremoniously pushed her heated sex against her lover’s. The cloud passed and the light returned to shine on the sweaty bodies as Sara and Teela locked thighs and re-engaged in a tribadism duel. Unlike when they had clashed clitoris to clitoris moments before, they were now both over-stimulated, so the immediate cries of pleasure that urgently came from their throats were charged with extra desperation and challenge.
For a full minute, their spear-like weapons clashed tip to tip in agonizing, electrifying contact, the robust thighs of both women squeezing each other as the muscular asses gave their all in each fervent onslaught. Sara and Teela had to rest their hands on the pelts to stand firm in the battle and not give way, but soon one of them proved to be stronger. Little by little, Sara’s elbows buckled, the animalistic momentum of the ape woman overtaking her, forcing her to go down pelvis to pelvis, the blonde’s big clitoris leading the charge.
“You wild whore!” the redhead exclaimed. She instantly regretted the honesty behind the insult—perhaps she was getting too carried away with the competitive part of the sexual encounter. Still, she wanted to win, so she began to move her hips in circles, lacerating Teela’s clit with her own from all sides.
That worked, as Teela threw back her head and howled with carnal satisfaction. Still, the blonde’s cxnt continued to push back against hers, the intimate labia of both women biting at each other in burning wetness. Sara accelerated her assault, rubbing her sexy pussy against Teela’s with anguish and, to her surprise, she felt a tremor of weakness in her lover’s formidable, invincible body. She just needed to give a little more and…
Suddenly, Sara’s back arched as her body betrayed her first. She gasped audibly, her wide blue eyes momentarily losing their focus as a shudder of release overtook her. She began to cum copiously in the most intense orgasm she could remember, her overexcited clit bursting with contradictory sensations of pleasure and humiliation. Sara’s body didn’t stop trembling from head to toe as she fell on the pelts, the redhead cursing herself for having lost when she had felt she was so close to beating the unbeatable in fucking.
Teela howled in victory, but she herself wasn’t immune to the powerful feeling of Sara’s sexual surrender in such a narrow victory. That rippled through her and, with a groan that carried both frustration and satisfaction, she couldn’t prevent her body from tightening and releasing in its own primal climax, mere seconds after Sara. The blonde couldn’t remember an orgasm as devastating as that one, her nude figure forged in the harshness of the deep jungle melting as she fell onto her back.
The lovers collapsed. For a moment, neither moved, their strong legs still entangled, and only the sound of their heavy breathing broke the quiet hum of nature. The golden rays of the sunlight caressed the female sweaty skin with glistening fingers and kissed the thick nipples that stood erect in the center of large, firm breasts that rose and fell in a ragged rhythm. The two beauties licked their lips, bringing their hands to their messy hair scattered over their animal pelts like halos, some strands clung to their flushed cheeks.
Sara’s burning feelings made her recover first. Exerting what little strength she had left, the redhead struggled to rise from the floor, finally easing herself into a seated position with a sharp inhale. There was something electric in her gaze, a spark of defiance that Teela had never seen before.
“You felt that,” she said, her voice low and breathless but unyielding. “You were lucky. You were close.” She pushed herself fully to her feet, even though her exhausted knees almost let her fall down again. “For the first time, I know I can beat you, Teela.”
“Sara loser,” Still catching her breath, Teela narrowed her beautiful ice blue eyes. Feeling challenged by her own lover, she stood up with an agility that made Sara hesitate for a moment. “Sara cum first.”
“We have not finished,” Sara declared, her voice steady. Aware that her clitoris could take no more, her gaze roamed Teela’s perfect body in search of an opportunity. Her eyes fell on the blonde’s bosoms, the sight of which had always been overwhelming: large, beautiful and seemingly impenetrable. However, Sara didn’t need to look down to feel the might and weight of her own glands. She had felt Teela’s bust against her own pair countless times, and knew that things were evenly matched between them in that department, no matter if they compared size, firmness or how hard their nipples could get. She could meet her there, in a battle of their female forms, strength against strength, pride against pride. “Let’s settle this now, Teela. Just us, tits to tits.”
“Sara challenges Teela?” the astounding blonde grunted, not understanding why Sara wasn’t submitting as usual. “Teela no loser.”
“This time, you will,” Sara shot back. “I’ll prove it.”
“Tits fight,” her lover grunted in defiance, beating both her breasts with her fists like she always did before a real duel. “Teela crushes Sara. Teela queen.”
Sara noticed a slight hint of real anger in her voice, and knew that she had a chance to beat her sexually for the first time. After all, the possibility of losing her unbeatability was the only thing that could really get on the ape woman’s nerves, and certainly Sara was beginning to make her hesitate.
The women stepped closer, their movements deliberate and synchronized, drawn by the sensuality of the other. They brought their big breasts together, and the soft brush of the flesh ignited a spark, the sensitive tips of their nipples grazing one another. Teela shifted her weight, the hard press of her nipples against Sara’s firm weapons looking for dominance. The Irishwoman responded with a subtle tilt of her body, her own boobs yielding momentarily before her thick nipples pressed back with equal force. Sara could feel the strength of Teela’s nipples, but only half a second later the full weight of the blonde’s breasts pushed against her pair. The friction between titflesh was unbelievably hot.
“I’m going to milk your fat boobs with mine and make you cum again,” Sara spat out, determined to drive her lover further out of her mind.
“Sara cum, cum and cum!” Teela roared, and pushed Sara back with her boobs.
The sexual conflict reignited, the lovers clashing together chest against chest in a desperate collision of curves. The first impact was deafening, the solid busts smashing against each other with such force that it echoed through the wooden walls of the treehouse. Although Sara’s breasts held their firm shape against Teela’s massive mass, the raw strength of the blonde drove her backward. Sara’s back slammed into a support beam, the impact knocking loose small ornaments hanging from above, but she used the support to propel herself forward. Her bosoms again slammed against Teela’s, but that time it was her lover who retreated and crashed into a wall.
With their meaty wrecking balls throbbing, the beauties rammed into each other at the same time. Now, neither took a step back, and their bodies engaged in an all-out close fight where the constant rubbing of flesh against flesh was brutal. After a painful hard nipple entanglement, Sara attacked with a sharp twist of her torso, driving her own boobs harder into Teela’s. The blonde grunted, stepping aside, but she instantly returned the assault with a chest thrust that pushed the redhead to the other side. They refused to break apart, their legs straining for balance as they rammed into each other with unwavering energy and trade a wild series of breast bumps.
Moving forward and backward through the battle arena that their home had become, Sara’s and Teela’s glands gave as much as they received, the sweat flying through the air with each blow. The breaths of both women were heavy and, as if they shared the same rhythm, synchronized, and the fatigue and pain started to build up, along with an almost masochistic sense of pleasure.
Then, suddenly, a frontal impact from Teela’s boobs knocked down both lovers, throwing them together through the spiral stairwell. The force of their descent filled the air with thuds against wood and groans of exertion until, entangled in a fierce embrace, they rolled out onto the jungle ground. The soft terrain cushioned their fall, but the titfight between the redhead and the blonde was far from over. Grass and soil clung to their damp skin, their movements frantic as they grappled, their fat chests sliding and colliding in persistent duel.
Kneeling on the ground, the lovers pushed against one another, muscles straining as their boobs pressed tightly together. But as they staggered to their feet, Teela’s superior power became evident. With a guttural groan, she enveloped Sara in an iron embrace, her body surging forward in a final, crushing press. The force drove Sara back down, her legs giving way as she was forced into the dirt, with Teela triumphantly on top of her.
Sara couldn’t take it anymore. Her body shuddered as she felt Teela’s boobs crushing hers, the blonde’s dark brown nipples bending her pink weapons. Sara threw back her head as her whole being trembled, and her breasts started to squirt milk against the blonde’s victorious bust. For the second time in minutes, without being able to do anything to prevent it, the redhead came in an orgasm—not as intense as the previous one, but more devastating for her mind. The realization of her defeat flickered in her blue eyes, even as Teela’s expression softened from victory to something more tender.
“Good Sara,” Teela gasped, her sweat pouring down the exhausted body of the Irishwoman. “Strong Sara. Teela loves Sara.”
With her body still vibrating with the last waves of the climax, the redhead finally smiled. The sexy duel had pushed her to her limits, but she had been up to the task. But the untamed queen of the jungle had once again proven her dominance. Sara could only chuckle softly, recognizing Teela’s invincible strength and spirit, which she could never tame, but could never resist loving.
CHAPTER 2
THE BLACK CLAW
Teela had always told Sara that the jungle spoke. That afternoon, the Irishwoman thought she heard the whisper of life as she and her lover walked through the secret entrance to the lagoon, dressed only in loincloths—Teela’s leopard, Sara’s deerskin. Under a dense canopy of roots and branches, where the sun could barely break through, Sara heard the symphony of the breeze through the leaves, the percussion of the beetles on the ground, the distant roar of the feline hunter. Sara was proud to hear that melody more and more clearly every day, as it somehow made her feel closer to Teela.
But the jungle wasn’t the only one talking lately, for there were other ominous words coming from the mouths of men. Days ago, when Sara had approached a small tribal settlement on the edge of the rock hills for a trade, she had heard rumors of a new predator arriving in the jungle—the most dangerous of all, a woman. A Nubian Amazon by the name of Keta, the Black Claw, was said to have arrived from the north, armed with a long spear and clad only in a loincloth from which hung a couple of dozen more. Sara had known immediately that these were trophies of beaten women because Teela had also torn them from the defeated bodies of her female enemies. Recalling with fear her problems with the Nubian Amazons in the past, Sara had warned Teela about Keta, but the wild blonde had taken that as a challenge to beat, and now whenever they went out into the jungle, Teela wore her own collection of loincloths hooked to hers.
“They say she has never known defeat,” the redhead had told her then.
“Teela untamed,” her lover had answered her bluntly.
“Would she be related to the Amazons you defeated when you saved me? Is she seeking revenge?” Sara had asked, but Teela had kissed her to calm her down.
At that moment, Sara turned her thoughts back to Keta’s presence, and couldn’t help but feel a shiver of nervousness. Fortunately, the tension in her chest began to ease as soon as both lovers emerged from the path under the branches. The view of the hidden lagoon, with its surface shinning in hues of aquamarine under the sunlight, made the Irishwoman feel safe, for that was her private place with Teela. In the background, a rocky elevation towered above the lagoon, wrapped in a tapestry of moss and wild flowers, while on both sides the jungle stood like a thick guardian that protectively embraced that sanctuary of nature. Sara stretched her body, exhaling a gasp of pleasure. After the morning’s intense sex session, she wanted nothing more than a good swim. Looking at Teela and her seductive, strong topless body, she also found herself craving something more.
Suddenly the atmosphere of the place change as, above the symphony of the jungle, came a sound that made the redhead’s skin crawl. A deep, rhythmic pounding echoed faintly through the air, carrying a weight of urgency.
“What’s that?” Sara asked, glancing at Teela, who stood still, her sharp ice blue eyes scanning the horizon.
“Drums,” the ape woman muttered. “Tribes say danger. Warn.”
Teela hadn’t heard that warning for years. Last time, a troop of dangerous gorillas had arrived from the east, fleeing their habitat destroyed by man’s greed. Hungry and angry, they had wreaked havoc in the villages, until Teela drove them off by defeating the huge albino gorilla that led them. The powerful blonde wondered what kind of invader was now provoking the call.
“It’s because of Keta, isn’t it?” Sara interrupted Teela’s thoughts, her pulse quickening as she looked around. “Is she the danger?”
“Danger always Teela,” the blonde replied with untamed pride, even though she suspected that the Black Claw had something to do with it. Perhaps she hadn’t come alone, and a small army of Nubian Amazons was raiding the villages in revenge for what had happened the last time they came looking for trouble.
The distant drumming grew louder, a haunting rhythm that seemed to reverberate through the trees. From another direction came a response—different drums, another village answering the warning. The sound grew louder and louder, more and more drums joining in, until, suddenly, they fell silent. Sara noticed her skin crawl as she felt the jungle itself somehow holding its breath.
“Jungle knows,” Teela said simply. Her voice had a steely tone, as if she could feel her redheaded lover’s shivers. “Fear. Something comes.”
Then, the stillness broke. A blur of rusty-red movement emerged from the undergrowth, about twenty paces to the right of the lovers. Sara retreated a step back, and Teela instinctively put herself between the redhead and the danger. What came out of the trees, however, was a small pack of red jackals, running from something, or someone. The animals veered sharply as they approached, splitting into two streams that rushed to either side of the half-naked women, while Teela’s ice blue eyes surveyed the jungle in search of the predator. The jackals disappeared into the dense foliage behind Teela and Sara.
“Shouldn’t we do the same?” Sara pointed to the way back, where the animals had fled. “We should first know—.”
“Teela fights,” the ape woman grunted. Whatever came their way, she never shied away from a battle.
The air around the lagoon seemed to thicken and, a second later, a faint rustling was heard among the shadows of the trees, like the murmur of someone on the chase. Then, the underbrush was pushed aside, and an imposing figure armed with a spear silhouetted against the sunlight filtering through the treetops emerged. It was a woman, but not just any woman.
“Keta,” Teela murmured, feeling her heart racing with the thrill of fight.
Keta looked as tall and well-built as Teela. Beneath her flawless skin, dark as polished ebony, the blonde could see the strength of muscles chiseled by years of warfare and hunting. The Nubian warrior only wore a skimpy panther skin loincloth, from where a handful more were hanging, and her nude breasts were large and solid, identical in size and shape to Teela’s, with dark nipples so plump and erect that the ape woman felt her own nipples harden at the challenge. Keta’s head was shaved, with the exception of a small braid next to her right ear, adorned with small ceremonial bones that rattled softly in the breeze, and even at that distance, her dark eyes were mesmerizingly piercing and inquisitive.
“Shit,” Sara gasped, a mixture of fear and fascination running down her spine. In spite of herself, she felt her cxnt throbbing as she beheld for the first time a female specimen as stunning and dangerous as her own lover, Keta exhibiting an indomitable fighter beauty that she couldn’t help but find appealing.
“Teela beats Keta,” the blonde mumbled, looking at the redhead for a moment as if she could sense her feelings. “Fight or fuck, Teela beats Keta.”
The Irishwoman nodded. Pushing her lewd thoughts out of her head, she glanced nervously at Keta. The expression on the Black Claw’s face was somewhere between the hunger of a predator and the discipline of a warrior.
“Teela!” Keta roared, her commanding voice rising above the jungle as she raised her spear. With a quick flick of her wrist, she drove the weapon into the soil. “Keta claims Fire Woman!”
“No…” Sara recoiled, her worst nightmare coming true. The Nubian Amazons still demanded her as booty, but that time they had sent the Black Claw herself to get her.
“Sara with Teela!” the ape woman screamed. “Teela untamed!”
“Keta untamed!” the black huntress answered. She picked up the loincloths hanging off the side of her panther-skin loincloth, and proudly displayed them. “Twice ten!”
“Teela untamed!” the blonde insisted, grabbing her own loincloths gained from her victories, and holding them up in defiance. “Twice ten!”
Sara watched both strong women drop their trophies to the ground. They weren’t mere garments: they were stories about women who had once stood as contenders and fallen under the might of these unstoppable warriors. But now that they had both declared their unbeatability, those testaments to their dominance meant nothing if they didn’t get the loincloth of the warrior who now confronted them—the ultimate proof of superiority, the only prize that mattered.
Teela felt her skin crawl, her heart pumping hard just to picture herself conquering someone who had never been conquered. Her dark brown nipples hardened as she knew she was going to do it in front of her lover. Trying to keep her breathing under control, Teela noticed her heavy, perfect bosoms rising and falling on her torso as she locked her eyes on Keta. Then, she defied: she pounded her chest with shattering force, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed like thunderclaps through the trees. Teela threw her head back, letting out a primal howl that reached far and deep, a war cry born from the heart of the ape woman.
In response, Keta took a single step forward, her dark eyes narrowing and her lips tightening on her beautiful obsidian face. At once she raised her fists and, mimicking the challenge, began to beat them against her formidably large breasts, each blow bursting into a resounding declaration of astounding power. When Keta howled, her voice erupted from her throat in a guttural roar that echoed through the air with the threat of a predator ready to pounce, bite and devour.
Biting her lower lip nervously, Sara instinctively backed a little further into the underbrush as the two topless rivals stared at each other while their screams still reverberated in the jungle. The temperature in the lagoon seemed to rise several degrees with the raw energy of the mutual challenge.
It all started suddenly, with Teela and Keta lunging forward, propelled by their powerful legs. The ape woman’s golden hair and the Nubian Amazon’s boned braid fluttered under the sun as their bare feet hit the earth with resonating force, making it tremble as they closed the distance between them. The muscles of the bodies tensed in anticipation, and the eyes locked in a fight before their bodies did.
“Oh, my goodness!” Sara exclaimed half a second before Teela and Keta collided together with a deafening thud. The air seemed to tear with the sound of firm flesh meeting firm flesh, with the rumble of full breasts violently ramming pair against pair. The redhead was really surprised that the ground beneath those strong she-titans didn’t crack apart under their feet.
Despite the devastating impact, neither woman gave an inch. They grunted as they immediately locked in a battle of bodies, their hands meeting in a test of strength at shoulder height as their chests pressed against one another. Teela could feel how incredibly strong Keta was, not only in the muscles of the arms she strained intensely against her, not only in the momentum the ebony warrior’s legs were capable of, but in the very vigor of her plump boobs and hard nipples. As the ape woman herself, Keta had a body created for up-close and personal war, but that didn’t worry Teela, but rather encouraged her to prevail and conquer.
Sara watched from a safe distance the raw, full display of the power of the females as both pushed and shoved, their fingers writhing locked together as the contending rivals staggered closer and closer to the lagoon, their bare feet treading on the muddy ground and sending it flying into the air. For two, three minutes, Teela gritted her teeth, her biceps bulging as she shoved against Keta, her own body straining with the effort to push the Nubian Amazon back. Keta fought back with equal ferocity, matching Teela’s robust strength and relentless determination. Their breaths came in ragged bursts, and their burning eyes never left each other’s in fierce defiance. Sara just couldn’t believe how evenly matched they were in physique and will, but also in wild beauty—for a moment, she became obsessed with the competitive, captivating way the amazing pairs of bosoms pressed together, and couldn’t help but think what those chocolate boobs tasted like in comparison to her lover’s tanned glands.
Then, the duel intensified. Teela tore her hands free from Keta’s grip and went for one of her favorite moves, only to find Keta doing an identical attack. The two women at their prime collided together in a resounding bearhug, with the bone-rattling crash feeling almost seismic—the slight ripples forming nearby in the lagoon made Sara doubt whether they were the result of lost breeze or the impact of bodies. Their formidable breasts crushed and flattened each other as never before while their arms encircled each other’s naked torso, forcing the two combatants to exhale short groans of exertion.
“Teela tits crush Keta tits,” Teela growled in a low and feral voice. “But Teela crush all. All body. All you.”
“Keta breast big more. Strong more,” Keta replied with pride. “But full fight. Break all you, all Teela.”
Teela’s muscles rippled in response to the threat, her arms and boobs, her abs and thighs tightening to dominate. She hugged tightly enough to manage to draw a short whimper of pain from Keta, but the Black Claw returned the press and retaliated by making the indomitable Teela moan in anguish. The sun blazed down on the now slightly sweat-drenched bodies of the women as their mutual bearhug escalated into a brutal contest of raw strength and spirit, each double squash pushing their bodies closer. Their big breasts compressed and reshaped as the powerful arms constricted tighter and tighter, their erect nipples lost in the masses of firm flesh but still capable of stabbing.
Sara risked getting closer, moving through the greenish underbrush where the jungle ended as she watched two women relentlessly crush each other over her—one to keep her by her side, the other to abduct her. To the Irishwoman, Teela and Keta looked like two living statues of flesh and blood, locked in an eternity where the absolute limits of endurance were tested. She still found it hard to believe that she was seeing someone capable of rivaling Teela physically, but her eyes weren’t deceived her by showing her that Keta was as extraordinary a specimen as the blonde. Only the most exceptional people had managed to withstand a minute of a bearhug from the ape woman, and yet the Nubian Amazon was holding her own against Teela after several minutes of muscular exertion. Sara was getting hornier and hornier, in spite of herself.
“Come on, Teela, you’ve already got her!” the redhead shouted to try to banish what she was feeling.
“Keta smells Fire Woman,” the invader snarled as she brought her full force against Teela, causing both warriors to groan in pain. “Keta fucks Fire Pussy.”
“Teela fucks Sara pussy!” the blonde protested as the excited smell of her lover reached her nostrils, and her confidence made her assume that Sara was only thinking about fucking her. “Teela beats Keta!”
“Keta beats Teela!” the black woman spat out.
With a final thrust, Teela and Keta broke free from the deadlock. The sweat exploded in every direction, the droplets spraying through the air as their bodies separated—but only for a brief moment. They launched at each other once more, crashing together in anger before falling to the ground. The women rolled together, their nearly naked bodies smeared with dirt as they struggled for top position. Years of survival activated all of Teela’s warrior instincts, making her fight with the ferocity of a lioness and the haste of a cheetah, but Keta proved to have the same internalized savage instincts, so the two antagonists found themselves locked in the fiercest battle of their lives, where none managed to take a lead of more than half a second.
Sara lost track of time as the conflict was raged claw against claw, muscle against muscle. She watched her lover’s heavy breasts crash sonorously against the Nubian Amazon’s equally large glands over and over again as their legs tangled with each other, and fingers clutched cruelly at necks, arms and asses. In deadly embrace, Teela’s and Keta’s pelvises crashed together in a continuous attempt to knock the other onto her back and tame her, but the redhead saw that all they were both accomplishing, other than forcing short grunts of effort and pain from each other, was that the knots holding their loincloths in place were slowly beginning to unfasten.
Then, one of them finally took advantage. With a sudden shift in momentum, Teela managed to push her dark-skinned opponent aside and position herself behind her. The Irishwoman recognized that move immediately, and felt a toxic satisfaction burning in her crotch at seeing how the blonde’s robust legs wrapped around Keta’s waist in a vise-like grip. The Black Claw gasped as Teela’s thighs squeezed her with crushing strength, and the ape woman couldn’t help but smile maliciously as she felt the pressure she was exerting was enough to make Keta groan as her ribs cracked—the sensation of that amazing black body buckling against her filled her with a feral glee. Teela had thus subdued one of the Nubian invaders who had dared to lay hands on Sara, but Keta’s resolve and stamina were at a level far superior to her compatriots’. Her hands immediately gripped Teela’s tough thighs and, with a scream that echoed defiantly through the jungle, she broke the leg hold. The blonde moaned with a mixture of surprise and pain as her enemy twisted to, in one fluid motion, turn and slam Teela to the ground. The indomitable blue-eyed beauty gasped as Keta straddled her nude chest like a victorious huntress, the Amazon’s right arm pinning Teela’s throat to the jungle floor.
Sara’s breath caught as she saw how Teela thrashed against the suffocating weight pressing down on her. She should have been terrified to see her lover trapped like that, but those odd sensations that kept growing inside her once again made her doubt about the resolution of the duel between alpha females. She had never seen Teela lose—neither she nor anyone else—but now that that possibility seemed to be becoming real, she found herself almost disturbingly wishing she could witness it. At least that way Teela would pay for milking her proud breasts that morning.
“Teela strong more!” the blonde grunted as she overcame the shock of Keta breaking free from her grip so easily. No one had ever turned the tables on her like that.
“Keta strong more!” the Black Claw roared, rising her free hand. Her fingers curled into a claw, and her dangerous nails flashed in the sun like tiny blades. “Teela loser!”
The hand came down towards Teela’s beautiful face, but the ape woman was faster. Fueled by white-hot fury, she caught Keta’s wrist in the air at the same time that she twisted her body violently, rolling them both. The wild beauties exchanged some scratches on bellies and thighs, but it was Keta who finally took the upper hand again, as she slipped Teela into a tight headlock. They fell face down on the ground as Keta’s arm wrapped tighter and tighter around Teela’s neck, confirming to the blonde that her opponent liked to suffocate her preys—in that respect they weren’t very different.
Teela was in trouble again. She grabbed the choking arm to at least try to lighten the pressure while her other hand groped Keta’s head. Cursing that she was shaved, the ape woman grabbed her small braid, making the Amazon grunt as the small ceremonial bones cracked under her grasp.
“Amulet? Trophies?” Teela sneered. She felt her efforts were paying off, and the headlock was slowly losing strength. “Small bones. Keta bad huntress.”
“Keta hunts Teela,” the Black Claw mocked. “Keta tames Teela.”
“Never!” the blonde yelled before gritting her teeth and mustering all the strength she can muster. She finally managed to slip out of the headlock and, with an almost superhuman agility, she spun across the dirt as she launched a powerful kick between Keta’s turgid breasts.
The two warriors were separated by a couple of meters as they jumped to their feet. Teela didn’t miss the opportunity and charged before Keta was ready, launching herself onto her sweat-slicked body and wrapping tightly around her low torso. Teela’s powerful muscles flexed as she hoisted Keta off the ground, the black-skinned woman’s legs kicking wildly in the air, searching for leverage that Teela denied her. The jungle queen squeezed with crushing force, feeling the resistance of Keta’s unyielding body against her own, the white and black skin slipping and sliding together in wet contact. The Nubian beauty’s heavy bosoms bounced in a display of incredible firmness almost against the blonde’s face, and Teela couldn’t resist letting her animal side out even more and biting one of Keta’s large erect nipples. The Amazon cried out in pain and humiliation, but Teela’s assault wasn’t yet over as, with a guttural growl, she twisted her hips and dropped forward, slamming Keta’s back into the earth with a heavy impact that shook the ground beneath them.
Sara instinctively closed her eyes as she heard the brutal blow on Keta’s back. The female invader barely made a sound as she ran out of air, and Teela wasted no time in mounting her. The redhead watched her lover pushing Keta in an attempt to catch her in a headlock from behind, but her rival managed to recover in time to throw a short and forceful fist into Teela’s left boob. The knuckles sank into the thick, dense flesh, forcing the ape woman back with a long groan of anguish.
The duel was far from over. Kneeling quickly, the two mortal enemies clashed hands against hands with such vigor that the double clap must have echoed to the far reaches of the jungle. Locked together in a battle of raw strength, they fought for dominance and control, force of nature versus force of nature. Sara couldn’t believe her eyes as the minutes ticked by and both savage women continued tussling on their knees, grunting and groaning, exhaling long gasps of exertion and shooting daggers at each other with their eyes. Teela and Keta even whispered some threat to each other, which Sara failed to hear.
Teela was the first to notice it, and just half a second later Sara. The lovers’ eyes widened in surprise when, after a long, exhausting stalemate, Keta began to dominate. Centimeter by centimeter, the Black Claw’s hands began to push back Teela’s, and the blonde couldn’t help but sink to her knees as Keta rose up. Teela’s heart skipped a beat, unable to accept that there was a woman stronger than her, so she resolved that she wouldn’t let Keta dominate her, especially not in front of Sara. She let herself fall back deliberately, planting her foot against her rival’s taut belly, and hurled her into the air. However, like a ferocious cat, Keta managed to land on all fours.
Barely two seconds later, the untamed beauties relentless clashed body to body again. The war where the pride of the wild warriors and the most beautiful of all redheads was at stake intensified as the clash between Teela and Keta had now moved into the personal side. They battled each other on their feet, on their knees, on the ground, the weight of their strong figures colliding over and over again as they both scrambled to overpower each other. Their muscles strained, their breaths got heavier, and the sweat poured from their faces and bodies. For a few minutes they alternated between positions of dominance but, at that stage of the fight, it was clear that Keta was the one who was getting the upper hand most often and for the longest time.
That infuriated Teela so much that she unleashed all her ferocity in an all-out assault that drove Keta back, the ape woman’s claws lacerating breasts and belly until the back of the Black Claw collided with one of the trees surrounding the secret lagoon. Throwing herself against her, Teela crushed Keta chest to chest against the thick trunk, subjugating her for a delicious minute until her nemesis managed to push her back with a rage-filled thrust.
The two titans of the jungle stood apart, their eyes locked in a primal stare that only the fiercest of warriors could understand while their large hard-nippled boobs heaved with each gasp of exhaustion. Teela and Keta had tasted each other’s strength and agility, endurance and determination for the better part of an hour, and Sara had been an exceptional witness to the fight of the century, so there was no doubt in any of the three women in that unexpected triangle of hate, competition and lust that the impressive and savage rivals now knew unquestionably the female power that the other wielded, and the raw muscle that made their bodies still unbeatable until that day. It didn’t matter whether they fought standing face to face as she-bears defending their territory in a test of pure strength or in a chaotic duel on the ground as felines competing for the red-haired prey, they were made in every way to confront each other.
But, in spite of everything, one of them was edging out the other: the untamed Nubian Amazon was beating the untamed ape woman, even if only by a small margin, even though Teela was giving almost as much as she was getting. The gorgeous blonde was as confused as she had ever been in her life. She had never tasted defeat, and the very notion of losing was as foreign to her as the very civilization that Sara had told her so much about. Her strength was absolute, a living testament to the savage beauty of the wilderness. And yet, here she was, locked in an obstinate conflict with a woman who always seemed to give just a little more than her—something she thought impossible until now. As proud as Teela was knowing that her body was the pinnacle of natural perfection, she now felt herself freaking out at such nonsense.
“Teela weak,” Keta broke the silence with words that seemed to come from Teela’s own mind. “Fire Woman mine or Keta breaks Teela.”
“No!” the blonde spat out. “Teela breaks Keta.”
“Body knows. Heart knows,” the Black Claw said. “Teela says it.”
“Teela fights. Sara my fire,” Teela hissed.
Words would never solve anything between such proud warriors, so the two rivals approached each other with determined strides and defiance in their eyes. When Keta was within reach, Teela didn’t throw herself against her, but changed tactics. With the speed of an attacking snake, Teela launched a punch. The fist shot through the air, but Keta caught it with a thunderous clap, her powerful hand clenching around Teela’s knuckles. With a snarl, Keta yanked Teela forward and slammed her own fist into the blonde’s jaw, sending her head snapping to the side. The devastating blow would have floored any lesser warrior, but if Teela was unbeaten, it was because she was anything but an ordinary woman. She recovered in time to stop Keta’s next punch mid-flight before, in a brutal, graceful motion, spun on her heel and drive her elbow into the Black Claw’s face. The impact echoed through the lagoon as Keta staggered back with a growl of pain, her lonely braid dancing on her head.
There was no respite. Teela and Keta surged at each other again, exchanging punishing punches to their faces and torsos without any of them trying to defend themselves. Teela’s knuckles smashed into Keta’s ribs, and the Nubian Amazon answered with a savage punch to Teela’s left boob. Before Sara’s astonished gaze, they traded relentless blows that made bursts of sweat and pain break out as they struck cheeks and jaws, breasts and bellies. Under the sun, muscles strained under the slippery skin, the conflicting women circling around each other in a mutual punishment. Each step brought them closer to the edge of the lagoon, without either of them being aware of it even when their bare feet began to tread in the mud on the shore. After receiving two punches in a row from Teela in the sides, Keta retaliated with a kick that almost hit the blonde’s crotch. Infuriated, Teela tried to kick back, but the black beauty anticipated her, grabbing her leg. Using the momentum, Keta turned and hurled Teela through the air. Before she realized what was happening, the blonde warrior crashed into the cold water with a colossal splash, the drops splashing like shards of glass in all directions.
Teela had once fought a huge crocodile, in the last of the waterfalls in the southern territories. The creature had come at her with the force of a mountain, its jaws snapping like thunders in a storm as the blonde fought for her life in the churning water. The life-or-death battle had been brutal, but in the end, she had managed to subdue the antediluvian beast. However, as Teela rose from the lagoon with water up to her waist, Keta descended upon her like a black panther, leaping through the air and driving Teela back into the depths. The massive crocodile had been fierce, but the dangerous Nubian was the true apex predator.
With muscles exhausted and sore from the long fight, Teela felt that the contest in the water was going to be demanding and short, but also decisive. She wrestled body to body with Keta under and over the water, the lagoon becoming a turbulent battlefield that devoured sound and orientation, and that stretched every second into an agonizing eternity where oxygen was always insufficient. Yet, the water couldn’t extinguish the fire raging between them.
To her despair, it only took a minute for Teela to feel like a cornered animal for the first time in her whole life. Keta was fast and merciless in the water, and Teela could only recall old tales of how the dangerous Nubian Amazons trained their strength and endurance at the Nile Falls from her youth. As their bodies clashed and twirled together in chaos, the blonde cursed that her rival had outsmarted her by taking the fight to the water and not to the trees, where an ape woman like her would use the branches and vines of the heights to her advantage.
Keta soon began to dominate the battle in a much faster and more decisive manner than on land, where the two warriors had been more evenly matched. When they locked muscle to muscle, the blonde was almost always the one who ended up pushed to the bottom of the lagoon, and her legs could barely hold up in confrontation when they tangled with Keta’s. Even their four breasts bumped against each other in that gravity-free environment, Teela’s pair were squashed a little more. In desperation, the ape woman began to bite shoulders and arms, bosoms and nipples, which awakened the same instincts in Keta. Like alligators fighting, the rivals sank their teeth furiously into the flesh, explosions of air bursting from between their lips with each agonizing bite. Teela and Keta continued to demonstrate that there was no type of fight they would shy away from, like the ultimate warriors they were, and even at one point when their thighs locked and their pelvises rubbed together, there was an instant when only a glance at each other would have been enough for a sex match to break out between the two of them—perhaps it wasn’t the moment that destiny had chosen for such a primal, intimate clash between the incredible female specimens.
After some bites on the neck and a reckless and mutual headlock underwater, the women pushed each other apart. Keta immediately hugged Teela tightly in the depths of the lagoon, her muscular arms coiling around the blonde’s body with a strength that seemed imbued with all the animals and women that the unbeaten Nubian had defeated over the years. The jungle queen thrashed, her legs kicking through the murky depths, but the more she fought, the stronger Keta’s grip seemed to become. And then, Teela felt it…
On the shore, Sara felt her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she seriously thought it would burst at any moment. Several meters away, the water churned violently, erupting in bursts of foam as a fierce underwater struggle unfolded, the frenetic movement making it impossible to distinguish the tangled forms beneath the surface. Panic increased every second that Teela didn’t emerge, so the redhead began to enter the lagoon in desperation. But just when the water barely licked her ankles, a figure emerged powerfully from the water.
It wasn’t Teela. Keta rose like a goddess of war and victory, her big boobs heaving, her eyes gaze burning with pride, and streams of water cascading down her ebony skin. Her left hand was grasping Teela’s luxuriant golden mane, dragging the ape woman’s limp body toward the shore. Sara’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lover’s pathetic state. The blonde coughed and sputtered as her limbs dangled weakly, her formidable strength all but extinguished. The gorgeous Irishwoman had never seen her like that: the extraordinary, dominant jungle queen, who had never known submission, was broken and claimed.
Sara froze as Keta walked by. The Nubian Amazon dropped her prey to the ground before pushing her with her foot to turn her face up. The sun illuminated Teela’s exhausted but still beautiful face, her blue eyes almost closed, her mouth wide open, short of breath. With a cruel, arrogant snarl, Keta straddled Teela’s battered frame, pinning her to the earth as she thrusted her powerful ass onto the blonde in a reverse face-sit. The sudden weight and suffocating warmth pressing down on her face in a humiliation that went beyond any warrior’s code jolted Teela awake, and she immediately began thrashing wildly beneath her rival, every fiber of her body instinctively rejecting the crushing dominance.
“No!” Teela gasped in a choked voice, her legs flailing in the air and her fingers clawing at the unyielding thighs.
“Amazon women talk. Say Teela sits face of weak,” the black-skinned beauty responded as she gave an intense stare at Sara. The redhead fell to her knees, frightened, but unable to keep her pussy from throbbing beneath her loincloth as she watched Keta slowly but mercilessly move her hips left and right, rubbing her large buttocks on Teela’s face and driving the ape woman deeper and deeper into the dirt. “Now Keta sits face of weak.”
Minutes dragged like eternity as Teela kept trying to free herself in a long and futile effort. Her screams intensified so much that even drowned out by Keta’s strong butt, they could be heard echoing in the air with desperation and fury—even with a touch of fear! But eventually, even her animal rage left her, and her struggle slowed down, with her feral cries fading into strangled whimpers. Completed the conquest, the dangerous invader threw her head back and started pounding her chest with brutal superiority, her victory cry tearing through the jungle. Keta’s bitten and scratched nipples hardened even more as soon as the distant echo of the drums of the villages answered their clamor, with the tribes warning whoever would listen that their protector had fallen. The sky clouded slightly, and out of nowhere a very light rain fell on the lagoon, almost as if the deep heart of the jungle was crying for its queen.
It was at that moment that Sara saw the humiliating reaction of Teela’s beaten body to the sounds of defeat. In the center of the ape woman’s still firm but defeated breasts, the dark brown erect nipples spurted a few drops of milk. The flow was slight, but enough to attract Keta’s attention, who grinned with a wicked and predatory half-smile. She leaned forward, still grinding her ass against the face of an almost unconscious Teela, and raised both claws over the bosoms rising and falling on the blonde’s naked torso.
“Milk,” Keta almost savored the word before grabbing both firm glands and squeezing them. It didn’t take more than a second for Teela’s nipples to throb and abruptly spurt long streams of creamy woman’s liquid in all directions—it looked more like a double fountain of milk than mere breasts. Sara fell to her knees, halfway between bursting into tears and fingering herself there and then, as she watched the proud woman the proud, indomitable goddess she had worshipped being stripped of her crown and throne, and humiliated in the same way that Teela herself had humiliated her hours earlier after their sexual duel. In spite of herself, the redhead made her decision when she saw Keta begin to lick that milk that kept bursting from Teela’s boobs, and began to masturbate.
Sara’s fingers quickened inside her wet sex as she saw Keta leave Teela’s breasts and reach her fingers toward the ape woman’s loincloth. With the Nubian beauty’s lips dripping milk over her prey’s knuckle-marked belly, she yanked the leopard skin off with a single tug. Exposed was the tangled blonde bush of Teela’s pussy, and Sara nearly orgasmed at the same instant as she saw that, despite the degrading defeat, her lover’s clit looked harder than ever.
When the Black Claw finally stood up, she stepped on one of Teela’s deflated, soft, milk-soaked breasts. Then she raised her skin trophy in the air, and made the entire jungle fear her with a second and more powerful victory scream.
Sara came with an intensity she didn’t think possible at such a display of feminine power—she knew that she had just found her new queen.
THE END?
