[Dradis]

Author's note: This story is a companion piece to A Series of Audiences with the Queen.  Reading both together is recommended.


As far as fights go, what she was about to embark upon fell quite outside the established norm.

To best put it into words, there lacked a certain sense of scale that was befitting of the parties involved.  Absent was the opulence and grandeur that typically accompanied these sorts of matches.  Nothing official or tangible was going to be at stake, be it money, ranking, or a mark on anybody’s record.  But perhaps most unusually of all, and most relevant in her mind, it was also far removed from any and all prying eyes.

Helen Parker was silent as she surveyed her surroundings.  This occasion had brought her not to some casino or penthouse, but rather to the private residence of her soon-to-be opponent.  She had been here enough times before to be well-acquainted with the place.  The hour was well into the evening, and heavy curtains had been drawn over all of the windows in their vicinity; the narrow-beam recessed lights at the center of the upstairs living room they presently occupied were the only ones in the entire house that were still on.  Helen could appreciate the mood that had been set for the imminent clash.  The area measured a copious 20 by 15 feet, if not more – the usual furniture was removed from its center and replaced by a set of interlocking exercise mats laid out over the whole space, and which in turn was covered in an ivory silk sheet that was wrapped around to a taut fit.

“Everything looks good to you?” the other woman asked.

“Yes.  It does.”

Never fight without getting paid – So the old refrain went.  The advice was solid and worth being heeded by anyone involved in this business.  At the same time though, it was also complete and utter trash.  The fight scene was always volatile and could easily turn on a dime.  Sometimes, a mouthy bitch needed to get slapped down right then and there.  Sometimes, quashing a pouncer’s pretensions could not be afforded even the slightest bit of delay.  But beyond the spur of the moment, there also existed the case at the opposite end of the spectrum.  What was to happen when someone crossed paths with her perfect rival?  A challenge like that demanded to be answered at any time, at any place, under any circumstance, and as often as it took to know the truth.

From the opposite side of the mats approached Haley Monroe.  The 28 year-old blonde’s disposition was bright and chipper, irrepressibly so as it met the smoldering and haughty façade of the 27 year-old redhead.  An unfamiliar observer might mistake that attitude as flippancy, but Helen knew better – the other woman had never once failed in bringing her A-game to any of their encounters.  Haley was presently garbed in a black velvet robe, knee-length with 3/4 sleeves rolled back at the ends; contained within it was a formidable physique of 5’6, 115 lbs, and a 36D bosom.  But Helen wasn’t the slightest bit cowed, and she stood her ground firmly in the face of the looming opposition.  Her own body was held within a rose gold satin robe of similar cut to Haley’s, and it posed her opponent with an equally daunting challenge at 5’5, 110 lbs, and a 34D bustline.  Helen’s hair hung loose around her shoulders, whereas Haley had tied her platinum locks into a low ponytail.  Neither of them said anything for a minute or so while they sized each other up at arm’s length, but it was the other woman who eventually broke the ice.

“And so here we are,” Haley leisurely purred, “Just the two of us, having ourselves a friendly little time together…”

Helen was decidedly more curt.  “We’re not friends.”

“We’re not?!” the blonde pouted, “After all this time.  Are you really going to say that?”

What made these jaunts so uniquely unconventional was the frequency at which they were occurring.  Helen and Haley had both risen to prominence at about the same time, and each was firmly ensconced as the hegemon of her respective half of the Las Vegas fight scene – as a consequence, their careers had inexorably become bound together in the popular consciousness.  But this connection in the public sphere was reflected in private as well, regardless of what either of them might say about it.  Helen reckoned that these one-on-one meetings had recently been averaging about once per quarter, their schedules permitting.  Never once satisfied with an outcome, she and the blonde were resolved to test themselves against each other over and over again.

“Well tell me then.  If we’re not friends, then what exactly is it that we’re doing here?”

“We’re going to settle things.  Right here, right now,” Helen firmly insisted.  “There’s room for only one alpha between us.  Tonight, I’m going to prove beyond any doubt that you are not my equal.”

“Oh please,” Haley snorted as she rolled her eyes, “We both know exactly what it is you’re really after.  You’re so transparent.”

A beat passed.  The blonde looked back at her again and formed a mischievous grin on her lips; her hands then darted out to grasp the redhead’s and guide them to the sash of her robe.  Helen wasted no time as she greedily tore its knot open, while Haley likewise reached out and did the same to Helen’s.  Within seconds, both garments were rent open and then tossed aside as the women were left completely bared before each other.

The tone of the tête-à-tête escalated sharply towards confrontation.  Goaded by their more adversarial instincts, the two women closed the distance between them and invaded each other’s personal space, placing their hands on their hips for a renewed face-off.  They were now a mere hair away from pressing into one another; Helen could feel Haley’s hot breath against her skin as it became more excited and suffused with anticipation in the moment.  The pair met with their stares and wordlessly traded threats of conquest and subjugation; every now and then, the exchange would be paused by a wayward gaze as one of them ran her eyes over the other’s body.

As with all of their prior meetings, this encounter promised to be a monumental struggle.  There were people out there who would sell their soul to witness what was about to transpire; and yet, no one outside of the redhead and her rival had even the slightest inkling of what they were getting up to.  Neither one of them would ever confess to keeping score, but nonetheless each woman knew precisely where she stood versus the other.  It was insanely close.

Helen at last could not bear the tension for any longer.  She drew in and moved to kiss the blonde on the lips.  However, her advances were rebuffed as the other woman leaned her head back and brought her hand up between their bodies.

“Nuh uh.  You know the rules,” Haley teased softly, “You want it, you have to earn it.”

A lascivious look crossed Helen’s face as she reached down to forcibly seize her rival’s extended hand.  Haley quickly responded in kind as she brought her other hand forward to take hold of its opposite.  Fingers interlaced and clasped tightly together, arms tensed up and began to push, and the redhead with the blonde were at once wrestling against each other body to body.  The latest in their line of duels had begun in earnest.
   

* * * *

The blonde wasn’t doing so hot.

All credit for that went to the wrestling hold Helen had trapped her in.  She was quite satisfied with herself and this little achievement.  What she had in effect was a variation on an octopus hold – with a standing opponent being made to double over towards one direction, an attacker would come from behind, use her leg and her arm to hook and immobilize those on the opposite side, and then bring her other leg up to drape it over the neck and apply pressure with a downward force.  Helen accomplished the same by lying down on the mat with Haley on top and oriented perpendicularly to her body; she grapevined the farther leg with her own while also looping her arm around the closer one to wishbone the extremities apart.

Ordinarily, she would crank the hold until her opponent had no other choice but to submit.  But that wasn’t how the rules worked in this particular competition.

Haley knew what she was about to be in for as she strained and fought against the hold with all of her might.  Indeed, it was entirely conceivable that she would be able to break free eventually – but not before Helen was done with her.  The redhead pressed down with her left leg to secure her rival’s upper body in place, while on her right side she spread the limber blonde’s legs as far apart as could be managed.  She rode out a sudden burst of determined thrashing from the blonde, and when she was convinced it had subsided, she released the blonde’s right wrist from her left hand as she reached it across to go after Haley’s womanhood.

Right away, the blonde reached to the touch in a vivid fashion.  Haley whined as she felt the caress of Helen’s fingers, followed by a sharp rise in her voice when they penetrated her and began to slide in and out at an intensifying pace.  The blonde reached for the redhead’s arm with her now-free right hand, but the leverage required to pry Helen away from her quarry was lacking.  Again, Haley writhed and wailed as the stimulation of her nether regions continued to assail her, but none of her fretful struggles were sufficient to break the carnal siege that imperiled her.  All the while, the stroking from the intruding digits and the massage of a thumb planted firmly on her clit wreaked all sorts of blissful havoc on her overloaded senses.

“Stop,” Haley protested with an ever-increasing desperation, “Stop.  Stop!  No…”

Helen didn’t need to answer with her words.  There’d be plenty of time for that in due course.  For now, she instead let her fingers do all of the talking for her.  None of the usual outs mattered for anything, be it a submission, a pin, or a knockout – this fall wouldn’t be over until she’d pushed the blonde past her brink.  And there was a certain quality to that which Helen thought to be truly magical – she was up against the most difficult and challenging opponent she’d ever known, and yet still she had managed to bring said woman completely under her sway, almost literally in the palm of her hand.  Helen savored that gratification for all it was worth.

The blonde’s outbursts were becoming louder and more lurid.  Over and over again, her voice would sharply crescendo into a sudden gasp or groan that reverberated into every corner of the room.  Equally telling was the writhing of her hips, which seemed to have become synched into rhythm with the ministrations that were being applied to her.  Helen required no extra inducement as she ramped up the fingering with wanton rapaciousness.  Faster.  Harder.  And faster and harder still.  The other woman had managed to hold out for quite a while, but this was it.  The redhead knew her rival well enough to recognize when she was about to explode.

As if on cue, Haley shrieked at the top of her lungs.  “Uh.  Ugh!  No.  No!  No!”

Helen smiled with delight as the other woman’s building climax finally burgeoned over and swept through her from head to toe.  The moment was marked by a series of tremendous wails that filled the air, combined with the quivering of her body as she was swept up in the throes of her ecstasy.  Helen did not relent and continued her fingering of the blonde’s sopping womanhood all the way through, letting up and withdrawing her digits only when Haley’s movements and screams were at last abating.  The redhead calmly disengaged herself from her satiated rival and slid out from underneath her; she then crawled atop of her sprawled out foe and seated herself down squarely onto the other woman’s face.

“Aww, poor baby,” Helen cooed, “What’s the matter?  Was that too much for you?  Can’t handle getting pillaged by little old me, can you?”

The agreed upon stipulation was that the winner of each fall was entitled to take a victory lap.  This had routinely come to mean that the loser was compelled to give tribute and satisfy the winner.  With this in mind, Helen had planted her kneeling thighs in tightly to bracket either side of Haley’s head while she nuzzled in close and pressed herself down against her foe’s nose and mouth.  She undid her rival’s ponytail just because she could and playfully stroked her hands through the loosened platinum locks, milking the moment for all it was worth.

“So how ‘bout it then,” the redhead taunted, “Are you ready to give me that kiss that I’ve clearly earned?”

No answer.  Helen paused a moment to take a firmer grasp of her opponent’s hair as she started to rock forward and back in her new seat.

“Are you going to acknowledge that I’m your better?  Or am I going to have to spend the rest of tonight making you into my bUgh-!”

The redhead’s bravado was crudely interrupted by the sensation of the blonde’s tongue as it began to lap and probe inside of her.  Her words instantly failed her as the exquisite stimulus turned her train of thought into an incoherent slew of gasps and groans.  As her hips started to gyrate, Helen gave herself over completely to the pleasure as she threw her head back and melted into Haley’s mouth.

* * * *

“You’re so easy.  Look at you.  I rocked your world just one measly time, and it was too much for you to handle!”

Helen scowled as she suffered her rival’s saccharine gloating.  But as it was, there was very little she could do to dispute the accuracy of that assessment.  The blonde had her flat on her back and pinned underneath; her wrists were locked down by a tight grip that pressed them securely to the mat above her head; her legs were tied up and immobilized by a textbook grapevine.  Haley was the one who’d managed to recover first after the previous fall, and she’d come barreling out of the gate to subdue Helen while she was still feeling drained.  All appearances suggested that the outcome of this stanza had been decided in relatively short order.

The redhead tried to bridge upwards, but her opponent’s pin was beyond reproach – the blonde largely elected to hold herself aloft with her arms fully extended, thus directing her weight down through them onto Helen’s wrists.  While each breakout attempt saw Helen able to raise her back off of the mat, her upper body was going nowhere; her fits of squirming and thrashing from side to side likewise yielded no results.  In response to every failed bridge, Haley would crank the grapevine and spread Helen’s legs apart just that little bit more.  All of the energy expenditures were one-sided as the blonde had seemed content to take her time letting the redhead wear herself out.

A change of tack moved to abruptly force the issue.  Helen’s rival shifted forward with a sudden rock of her hips, coming down in a quick motion to shove her tits straight into the redhead’s face.  Helen squealed and turned away at just the nick of time, avoiding getting trapped by the breasts as they slapped against the side of her head.  Undeterred, Haley began to press down more forcefully and started to slide back and forth, sloshing and mashing the heavy orbs against Helen’s upturned cheek.  Every now and then, she’d lift her chest up and swiftly bring it back down as she tried to seal up the redhead’s nose and mouth with her flesh.  Whether or not any single attempt succeeded in securing the breast smother was beside the point – tormenting the redhead with each threat to do so was a delight or the blonde entirely on its own.

“C’mon.  I got you!” Haley taunted, “Give up and let me jug you out so you can get what’s coming to you.”

The peril hanging over Helen was all too palpable as the other woman’s depredations became harder and harder to ward off.  Every fiber in her being compelled her to resist, even though that same resistance only hastened her slide towards the looming disaster.  But there was perhaps one way out of this still.  Despite the risk, she chose to gamble.

As the blonde’s bosom descended towards her once again, Helen lifted her head off of the mat and darted her mouth out to meet it.  Her lips latching onto the right nipple caused the other woman to yelp sharply in surprise, but that tune was almost immediately changed courtesy of the redhead’s persuasions.  Helen gave her rival no quarter from the oral stimulation as she sucked the nipple and worked her tongue on it zealously; even when she would break off, she would still pepper the breadth of the blonde’s breasts with quick kisses before diving right back in.  Haley was trying her best to hold out, but she was in no way capable of maintaining her composure – her moans were becoming harder to stifle, and her grip on the redhead’s wrists felt on the verge of waning.  Just a little bit more of it, and Helen would have the window she needed to break free and turn the tables on her foe.  Her attention turned to the other breast and nipple as she went on to begin giving it the same treatment.

Haley finally got her wits about her long enough to speak: “N… Nice try… you bitch.”

Helen’s wrists were released suddenly from her opponent’s grasp.  But without a second of hesitation, her rival’s arms had sprung quickly to encircle and secure her head, while her face was immediately engulfed beneath an avalanche of blonde jug.  Helen tried urgently to object, but her voice was stifled by the ample flesh that sealed against her nose and mouth; she went back to trying to turn her head away, but it was already too late for that.  All the while, as she suffered the warm embrace of her rival’s bosom and the growing toll of oxygen deprivation, true panic was starting to take hold.  Helen squirmed and she thrashed and she pushed at her foe’s body, but Haley was snuggled up and squeezing far too securely to be removed.  She could feel herself fading with each passing second as her movements became more sluggish and her thoughts grew increasingly hazy.  The coming collapse loomed ominously, even as her ability to mentally process was finally bereaved from her.

A glimmer of coherent thought wrestled its way to the fore.  Helen’s grogginess clung to her like a shroud that refused to be shaken off.  She must’ve gone out – when or for how long was not immediately clear – but as she came around, she began to recognize that there’d been a change in her circumstances.  Instead of lying on the mat, Helen was now sitting upright; her legs were still being spread apart by a grapevine, albeit in a different configuration than before.  As to her opponent, she discovered Haley now to be sitting behind her and pressed in close to her belly-to-back.  An assertive tug on her hair pulled Helen’s head to the side as the blonde leaned forward and grazed her nose and lips against the redhead’s neck.

“Back with me yet?” Haley purred, “It’s time.  I’m making you mine now.”

Movement.  Helen discerned the touch of Haley’s hand at her womanhood, but already it was far too late for her to do anything about it.  The feeling of the fingers as they started to drill into her and the thumb as it began to rub her clit roused her quickly to her senses.  Helen bit her lip and pinched her eyes shut as she tried to quell the urges building within her; she reached down and seized her rival’s hand with her own as she tried to put a halt to the sensuous incursion.  However, the redhead’s voice was a dead giveaway to the state of her plight as she whined and groaned with increasing volume and urgency over the ensuing minutes.

The strain from resisting was growing at a constant rate as she found it more and more difficult to cope.  But just when she thought that she’d seen everything that the blonde had to throw at her, a sharp escalation came when Haley’s upper hand descended from her hair and started fondling one of her breasts.  The tandem stimuli at just the precise moment tore her iron willpower to shreds; her head lolled back against the blonde’s shoulder as she moaned to the heavens.

She was almost there.  She was right on the verge.  But her rival was keenly aware of this too and refused to grant her the gratification that she so desperately needed.  The blonde slowed her pace to a trickle while keeping her fingers jammed deep into the redhead; occasionally she’d pick it up again, then only to halt once more right as she was getting going.  Helen couldn’t stand this very deliberate torture as she was being held on edge in the most cruel way imaginable.

“Beg.  Beg, you slut,” Haley demanded, “Say it… Say it… Say it now.”

Helen barely hesitated.  “Make me cum.  Please.  Please… Please…”

Under different circumstances, it would be absolutely galling to ever say such a thing.  But here in the moment, the redhead’s body gladly sold out her pride to get what it so desperately craved.  As the fingering resumed in earnest, Helen closed her eyes and rested her head back against the blonde’s shoulder, relishing the waves of delight that coursed through her system.  Breathing faster, she gasped and she moaned while she squirmed in her rival’s clutches.  And then at last, her voice rose sharply and she shouted aloud as the moment of climax ripped her asunder.  Helen remained held in place where she was until it was all over, and only after was she let go of and allowed to roll back and lie down on the mat.  But she barely had any chance to pull herself together when the blonde moved in on top of her and settled in with a reverse facesit.

“Now, we both know how good you are with that mouth of yours,” Haley taunted, “It’s time for you to put it to good use.”

Helen was not one to disappoint.  Haley had nestled in against her nose and mouth, and she only had to tilt her head up slightly to start lapping and probing at her rival’s insides using her tongue.  Despite her weariness, these efforts were still enthusiastic enough to be able to elicit a tremendous reaction out of the other woman, if Haley’s response was anything to go by.  The blonde didn’t hold back when it came to vocalizing her enjoyment, nor was there anything subtle about the motion of her hips as they gulped and rocked against the redhead’s face.  Helen felt the touch of Haley’s palms and fingers as they caressed and fondled her breasts, a further signal that the blonde was losing herself to her desires.  Helen didn’t think for a moment of dialing back on her tribute, and as her senses became inundated by the ever more dramatic expressions of the blonde’s pleasure, she kept on going until her rival could finally take no more.  A loud cry announced the culmination of Haley’s victory lap as her orgasm washed over her; Helen’s face was ridden fervently to the end until the other woman at last collapsed forward on top of her.

These contests were never one-sided.  They would hold no value if they were.  But what it meant in practice was that for every high, there would inevitably wind up being a corresponding low.  That was cold comfort for the redhead as she lay pinned beneath her rival.  But soon enough, she would be ready to try and get one over on the blonde again.

* * * *

Strictly speaking, Helen had chosen to break the rules.

The premise of these private matches was to vie for control solely through means of grappling; physically harming the other woman was supposed to be eschewed in its entirety.  Each had something they needed to prove to the other, and it served no one by having to resort to a wringing pain compliance hold, a tooth-and-nail ravaging, or a bludgeoning beatdown in order to obtain that.  As the better overall wrestler, the blonde was slightly favored under those parameters, but the odds always remained very even once the action started to get more salacious.

There was at least enough self-awareness on the redhead’s part to recognize the line that she’d crossed through her actions; perhaps deep down, she might have even felt a pang of guilt over what she was doing.  But for the most part, her conscience was being assuaged by the very real and tangible dominance she was imposing via the leg scissors she had clamped around her rival’s head.  Helen was lying on her side facing away and perpendicular to her foe; with her glutes shoved up against the other woman’s jawline, she propped herself up by her hand and forearm for leverage as she poured as much crunching power as she was able into her murderous thighs.

Helen peered over her shoulder and surveyed the effects that followed each time she constricted her hold.  She saw the fraught look in Haley’s eyes as the latter stared straight up at the ceiling through gritted teeth; she felt the desperation informing the hands which pawed frantically at her legs; she reveled in the thrashing and squirming she extracted as the other woman searched vainly for any means of relief.  How was she going to answer when she inevitably was called out on her methods?  One could argue that the boundary between what was and was not permitted had never been properly delineated.  One could point to the numerous past instances where Haley had failed to abide by the spirit of their competition.  But perhaps the most practical rationale was simply that she was the one in control, and thus was the one who was going to be dictating terms.

And besides; if Haley was still cross about it afterwards, Helen would be making it up to her soon enough.

The blonde had still been trying to pry at the viselike hold around her neck, but finding it to be immovable, abruptly started to tap out on Helen’s thigh.  Her sense of urgency quickly mounted to become full-blown panic when the redhead responded by squeezing even more tightly with her thighs.  Helen grinned cattily and maintained her level of force for just long enough to send a message, but eventually she relented and released the hold as the coup de grace beckoned to her.  The scissors had done a real number on her rival; Haley looked parched and used up as she remained lying sprawled out and gasping in shallow breaths.  There was no resistance to offer as the redhead crawled atop her to secure a perch on her chest facing her feet.

“Just lie back and take it, babe,” Helen teased, “We both know how much of a slut you are for this.”

Helen brought herself down until she was prostrate over her rival.  Her hands reached to spread the legs wider apart so that she could lean in to deliver a highly exaggerated lick across the breadth of the blonde’s pussy.  Some more working of her tongue along the outside began to rouse Haley as a string of lusty whines filled the room; propping herself up a bit, Helen delved in with her fingers and started working the blonde over with a ferocious raft of rubbing and thrusting.  Helen was convinced that she had Haley right where she wanted; her rival had zero chance of holding out for long, if the growing tide of writhing and groaning was any indication.  But suddenly, those assumptions were upended as the blonde managed to find purchase for her feet and bridged with an abrupt lurch.  In the blink of an eye, Helen found herself turned over onto her side next to her foe; worse yet, she was now placed in immediate peril as Haley dove into her womanhood and started eating her out.

There was no chance to call out the blonde for her perfidy.  Helen’s senses were immediately awash in a deluge of carnal bliss that pulverized her train of thought into an incoherent mush.  In place of her rival’s voice, it was now her own aroused cries that carried through the air.  Trying frantically not to be swept away, Helen took the only recourse in sight as she buried her face into Haley’s pussy and began to repay her opponent in kind.  She bought herself a brief respite with the other woman reflexively pulling back and letting forth a sharp wail, but it was all too fleeting as the blonde doubled down and picked up right where she’d left off.

The two rivals’ bodies rocked back and forth near-rhythmically as they pleasured each other orally.  Sensuous shrieks and moans were offered up without any reservation.  No thought was given towards any attempt to wrestle their way into a more advantaged position; each was fully committed to this race and had zero intention of conceding anything to the other.  But as determined as Helen was to outlast her foe, actually being able to do so was becoming an increasingly difficult proposition.  She was already on the cusp of breaking, and matters suddenly turned calamitous as a shove rolled Haley on top of her.  From there, the probing of the blonde’s tongue seemed only to intensify, and Helen wailed as her resistance crumbled precipitously.  It was only through a desperate spate of fingering that she managed to blunt her rival’s momentum, extracting an anxious groan out of her rival while pushing the pair back onto their sides.

She was so close.  She needed to keep going, but she was faltering as her foe’s relentlessness finally got the better of her.  Helen could feel herself succumbing as the orgasm started to overtake her.  But just as her voice crescendoed into a loud shout, Haley’s surged past it and let forth a full-throated scream as she too was torn asunder by the last of the redhead’s ministrations.  Both women reached climax within seconds of each other, driven to ecstasy in each other’s upside-down embrace before finally unwinding and slumping apart on the mat.

After a long while, Haley was the first to speak.  “Got you.  I got you…”

“Like hell you did,” Helen breathlessly retorted.

What more could be said?  In spite of the devastation wrought upon each other, the battle still remained very much up for grabs.

* * * *

Truth be told – the wrestling, the ensnaring, the domineering – all of that was just foreplay.  When it came down to it at the end of the night, there was only one way to settle matters beyond any reasonable doubt.

Helen couldn’t keep her head straight.  A nonstop cavalcade of physical stimulation was bombarding her at every turn.  Her body strained to keep pace with the ceaseless demands of the duel, yet it also ached for the release that she fought so desperately to deny herself.  But no matter what, she couldn’t afford to back down or give anything less than the utmost as the contest reached its pivotal moment – it was all-or-nothing for both her and her rival as each of them yearned to fuck the other one’s brains out.

The redhead and the blonde were both semi-reclined and facing each other at the center of the room.  Hands were placed behind them for support on the mat while legs were spread open and intertwined together.  Together from this arrangement, the two women had joined their sexes together and were humping and grinding into each other with reckless abandon.  A discordant mess of panting, sharp gasping, and lurid groaning filled their ears as the frenzy of their bodies grew and grew and grew.

Helen bit her lip.  She’d yearned to restrain herself and maintain a brave front for this crucial stretch, but it was clear that the attempt was woefully inadequate.  If there was any silver lining though, it was that Haley had similarly been trying and failing to hold herself back.  Further encouragement soon followed in the combined sight and sound of the blonde throwing her head back and letting forth a tremendous shout.  Sensing the moment, Helen redoubled her efforts and started to thrust against her rival at an even more breakneck pace.  Haley scowled and found her composure as she rose to the challenge of matching the redhead’s fervor.

Hips pumped and rocked and gyrated.  Legs and feet curled tightly around bodies.  Bosoms sloshed and heaved with every back and forth.  Breaths grew shorter and shorter,  Womanhoods rubbed and mashed together as if they were melded into one, working and building towards their final decisive catharsis.

She could feel it starting to consume her.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted agape as her senses were rapidly being overtaken.  There was nothing left anymore that she could do about it.  In the last frantic seconds that she had left to her, Helen looked to her rival with a gaze that pleaded and begged; in return, she received only a piercing stare that mixed relief and revelry with a commanding sense of superiority.  The blonde’s eyes remained firmly affixed on her as she let forth a passionate scream, and watched her intently as the most tremendous orgasm thus far shattered her completely.  Her arms gave way behind her as she sank back onto the mat, and Haley in turn shifted forward into a more upright seat; one of her legs was hoisted up over the blonde’s shoulder as she proceeded to be ridden for every last drop until the climax finally subsided.

There was absolutely nothing left by the time she returned to a state of calm.  Helen felt utterly drained and exhausted after every remaining thought of resistance was fucked out of her system.  Moreover, she was entirely beholden to her rival as the latter moved forward to claim her victory lap.  Haley lowered herself down and slithered forward until she was directly atop of the redhead; Helen’s wrists were pinned to the mat on either side by firm hands while the blonde’s legs pushed into hers and splayed them apart.  Pressing together first their foreheads, their breasts, and their bellies, Haley then nestled her pussy in with Helen’s as she started to rock back and forth.

The pace was less frenetic than it had been at the height of the last fall, at least to begin with, but it was gradually picking up over time.  No longer needing to outdo her beaten adversary, the blonde had the luxury of being deliberate with her movements as she simultaneously worked herself up and dragged her quarry towards another explosive release.  In reality, Helen needed very little coaxing; even as exhausted as she was, her body somehow remained no less receptive to her rival’s ravishes as her hips started to pump and gyrate in sync.  A duet of moans and wails and shouts gradually filled the room with their sensuous sounds.

From the feel of the breasts that slid across hers to that of the nipples that were grazing over her pair; amid the hot breaths on her cheeks, the damp hair draping over the sides of her face, to the warmth of their bodily contact; and above all, enraptured by the torrid grind of their womanhoods pressed together.  It was far too much.

The thrill of the conquest versus the peril of becoming the conquered; no one else was capable of providing her with so unique a challenge as her most formidable rival.  Helen’s thoughts slipped as her senses became overloaded by pleasure, screaming aloud and trembling as her body surrendered one final orgasm.  Moments later, she was matched in both voice and deed as the blonde also achieved her much-desired release.

As the moment finally passed, both rivals had been completely spent.  Helen hovered on the brink of consciousness as she lacked the wherewithal to move from where she was lying.  She was only barely cognizant of the weight of the other woman atop of her, who likewise was bereft of any impetus to move.  But just as exhaustion was beginning to overtake her, Helen was gifted by the press of her rival’s lips against her own.  Even in spite of the weariness, Haley’s kiss felt as magical as ever.

“Congratulations.  You earned it.”