[bcw8]

Beautiful

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Beautiful

Yes, I am….shame the same can’t be said about the other Witches

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I knew it wouldn’t take very much to unleash the temper of my long time hated sister/foe … her sickening pride in being the descendant of Katherine Hewitt (I’ve honestly lost count of the endless times I’ve heard her tell that story over the decades) … Yes, my sneak attack, the abuse of Grimalkin and my drawing first blood in such a Vampira-like fashion triggers her primal rage … as expected.

As I slam her cheek into the sharp cutting stones of the wall, Erin’s elbow smashes into my ribs just below my heaving right breast. Pain … Pain feels good! I feed on it! The spiked heel of her black boot drives into the instep of my bare right foot. My blue eyes widen from the sudden shock and I let out a hissing gasp as my blood has now also been shed.

Erin suddenly twists free and we face each other … Flashing eyes locked … teeth bared … both hissing. Simultaneously we grab for hair and our crimson lips join together in a frenzied venomous kiss of pure hatred. Her knee shoots up hard and fast into my vulnerable kitty … a shock wave of fiery agony courses through my body! Lips still locked and fingers twined and tangled in each other’s hair, I fight the pain as best I can, focusing on returning it to the bitch … with interest!!!

I see her eyes dart quickly over to Grimalkin and use the distraction to my advantage. Before Erin can react, I use her hair to twist us around again so her back is to the wall. Then propel us into it as hard as possible … driving the back of her skull into the unyielding unforgiving stone using my hands in her hair and my hate-kiss to keep her from pulling free!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Marlu I a witch of the earth I life with in it I still hurt from yours and Amy's attacks but I am not done yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The Demon Whore Of Bangkok’s face tempts my claws like no other…I simply must be the one to ruin it. My excitement gets the better of me, my lust for cruelty consumes me and I rush towards you. I extend my claws like razor sharp talons, my chest heaves with excitement as my nails inch closer to that moment of chaotic destruction. Yet my lust to scar and maim betrays me and deftly you evade me and grab me by my hair and lunge my face towards your thrusting knee. There is a sickening crack that even makes the Dark Lord wince; the spirits of my victims all moan in approval. They rapturously cheer for you, yet I wonder if their support would come if they knew you as well as I?

“Oww  Ow Fuckkkkkk my nose…you fucking bitch…I will kill you Amy! On the blood of my ancestors I will Kill you!” My declaration is loud and clear, however my declaration of a blood oath to kill you falls on death ears.

“Silence Witch! You know the rules…no one shall die tonight! You and your sisters are my slaves…obey me witch! Defy me and a fate worse than death awaits you both!” Screams the Dark Lord, but then cheekily I reply:

“If not tonight, how about tomorrow my Dark Lord? I hear tomorrow is a good day to die!”

The Dark Lord ignores my plea, while you visibly contemplate the challenge. Yet with my nose shattered and bleeding profusely over you the dead lands, you continue to hold and pull on my hair. I’ve fallen down onto my knee if front of you, my head feels groggy and my stomach is doing somersaults. Yet my desire to hear you scream and my own insanity drive me on, I make a fist with my right hand and slam it into your unguarded pussy! Your face turns various shades of red as the pain travels up every nerve in your body and you drop into the dead lands beside me.

With us both on our knees we stare coldly at each other, half of us wants the other dead…the other half wants to torture her sister for all eternity. Will either craving be fulfilled? Only time will tell…

[Emily2.0]

It's just total mayhem!!!Clapping!!!

[Nataliefightsyou]

I wished I saw this I would’ve entered it good luck ladies

[lexibabe]

I try to bridge. again, and again yo. buck   Alex. off ,but I just can get  enough leverage,,my feet keep slipping in the sloppy mud

the silly witch, thinks. she has me where she wants me, but I have more than  1 trick in my  bag of tricks

Alex is to bust gloating, and. taunting, to notice  I drop my right hand.  into the  gooey mud

raking in a handfuls try and time it just right, then lift my hand.  and fling the mud at her face hoping to surprise, and distract her.

here is some  mud for your. eye. cow,,, u snarl

{sorry to have been a little slow to answer Alex,,,Friday's. can be hectic in rl}

I should'ent be the only one. e having bus pie   for halloween

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

There is an old human saying “If looks could kill?”. Most definitely an appropriate sentiment for tonight, while my sanity has always been a topic of debate. Amy was known as being an emotionless and cold blooded killer, mass killer to be precise. Her calm almost professional killing was an art in its own right, Amy would always have a plan, a cunning plan and she would execute it will clinical precision. Clinical is perhaps the best word to describe Amy. However tonight is different…there is no plan, if anything Amy has embraced her inner Kate and is revelling in the insanity and pleasure of the violence and pain we joyfully inflict on each other. We’re both completely lost, insane and utterly reckless and tonight is merely now an hors d'oeuvres…we now fight only to wet our appetite for future displays of vulgarity and violence.

So when the Dark Lord himself thrusts our bodies together, I knew exactly what you were going to do and I even spread my knees apart for you…a curtesy from one sister to another. And you wasted no time in thrusting your nails between my thighs and neither did I bitch! Our nails first tore and dug into each other’s labia…then onwards and deeper they delve, until at last we both had each other’s clit in our grip. With a smile we butchered each other’s womanhood while we spat and cursed at each other. Our breasts crushed together and our teeth lunged and snapped as we both desperately tried to bite each other’s faces. Our screams were guttural and violent, yet an onlooker would probably still deduce that we’re having fun!

“Ow…arhhh Amy you fucking cxnt!” I screamed as your nails butchered my pussy. The pain, the glorious pain was delicious and my tears which had started long ago were concealed by the filth and decay of the dead lands. I’m sure that Amy was crying too? I’m sure that like me every nerve in her body felt like it was screaming in pain…yet we both endured and enjoyed the moment. The Crimson Demon Vs The Whore Of Bangkok was coming to a crescendo and despite the darkness I felt the eyes of our sisters upon us both, yet would any dare attack us?

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Stands at the throne waiting for the other witches to come in so we can end this bitter war as my claws have blood dripping from them as I wish to be with me true covenant in the afterlife

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The only “inner Kate” I’m embracing is with my nails scraping out your g-spot. 

You are restless….break free of me, fight another. 

Amy I’m going no where and I remind you that I’m clawing at your kitty too 

I’m just trying to get our other witches involved…if their woman enough to face the both of us!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I walk back towards Amy and Katie as my nude body.as I  come to battle ias I grab Katie's left tit and I dig my right hand nails it to Amy's pussy

[Erin Lee]

Myself and Lauren, the Wandering Witch as she likes to call herself stagger around in the graveyard. Flashes of lightning illuminate our bodies and those of the other witches who are desperately trying to take down a rival. Large raindrops scold our semi naked bodies and wash the blood from our torn faces. Time, just for a moment, seems to stand still as we are locked together in a hate filled kiss. My knee unerringly slams into your kitty and i feel your knees weaken. You quickly recover however and resume your attempts to over power me.

This is far from the first time our paths have crossed. The last time we had the advantage of our mystical powers and we fought each other to a standstill. We are both aware of the others strengths and weaknesses and you picked up on one of mine, my tendency to get distracted. That is exactly what happens as i see Grimaldi get to his feet and start to lick his paws, no doubt tasting your blood from the vicious scratches to your legs.

As i glance over you attack, your claw like hands fly into my rain soaked hair and you spin us around, you start to back me up towards the church wall. The mud caked ground offers me no purchase, my boots no help here as they slip and slide. My back hits the wall as does my head. For a moment i see stars, you keep your lips pressed to mine, my arms wrap around you, no loving hug this, just an attempt to hold you close while i recover.

Recover i do, tough lil witchy that i am. I suck your bottom lip between my teeth then bite down, the iron taste of your blood fills my senses. Eager now to punish you for the nasty attacks you have wreaked on my body, i tighten my arms around you, crushing us together. My tits spill out of what remains of my black bra, nipples proudly excited, erect, i always did love a nasty fight.

Then i peel my back off the wall, i feel a trickle of warmth down my neck as blood from the back of my head makes it's way to my back. Pushing off from the wall, howling in a fit of crimson rage i fling us at the nearest gravestone. Looking to drive your back into it before i grind you into the mud.

[Alix_Fights]

Lexi the bitch witch squirms under me, and I can feel her full, firm breasts rub into the crotch of my soaked, muddy panties.  I ride precariously on top of her as she bucks into me, moaning as I feel a warmth spread through my loins, struggling to stay atop her breasts, keeping her face squished into the mud.  I fail to notice her right hand dig into the gooey slime, and then feel the wet, foul impact in my face as she smacks my face with a handful. "ARGHHHHH, fucking slut from HELL!" I screech out, blinded now, struggling to keep my composure, such as it is in the middle of this unholy catfight. I can't see, but I can feel her body under me, and I slide up to her throat, my panty covered crotch tight against her there, feeling as well as hearing her gurgling screams against my mound.  My right hand rips from her hair, keeping her head pinned to the mud with my left still buried in her mud soaked hair, and then gathering a sweeping hand full of the muck with my now free hand and shoving it against her face, hearing her gasp and spit, my nails digging into her face.
(Not a problem at all Lexi, it's a fantasy fight after all, and RL always comes first)

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Your sharp teeth trap my lower lip and bite down hard, forcing a primal hisssssssing intake of breath. Your arms tighten around my slick rain drenched body, covered only by my lacy black bra and midnight black island sarong … Besides dressing in the custom of where I dwell now, I’m very proud of all my ink and love to display and show it off. I’ve collected body art from all the places I’ve passed through in my endless wandering, like folks would collect stickers and decals to put on their suitcases in days of old.

Sorry, my mind sometimes wanders too … Back to the action at hand. My arms circle your lithe tight body in a mutual hug of savagery. Your now bare tits smash into mine and the mutual grinding frees them from their soaked cotton prison. My stiff nipples stab and mash into yours as we press together. The sudden dizzy rush of the nip contact distracts me just enough for you to push yourself away from the wall. I dig my bare toes into the muddy grass trying to stand my ground as you whirl us like a dervish from the church facade.

The ground is too slick and slippery for me to get traction and we continue our wild spin. I feel my feet leave the ground as you hurl us directly at a cracked chipped grayish white headstone with most of the etched writing faded and worn by time and the elements. In a split second I realize that my bare spine is heading for a direct collision with the marker of some long departed soul’s resting place.

‘The fxcking witch bitch wants to break my back!’ flashes through my brain. Hurtling toward the stone I have barely a split second to try to twist both of our bodies just enough so we both absorb the horrible impact of flesh and bone meeting stone and concrete equally … Hell, I’ll risk bruised and battered ribs if Erin suffers the same fate! The big dollar question is … Did I have enough time before we make contact with that tombstone getting closer ... closer ... like the iceberg waiting hungrily for the Titanic??