[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??

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

With the Dark Lord as our witness, myself and Amy viciously and cruelly assault each other’s clit’s, as our breasts crush and our teeth snap at each other. Yet amongst the anger and hatred…there’s a sense of fun and satisfaction too. However as our quality time alone is abruptly ended by the arrival of Lynx. I feel that troll grab hold of my breast with her nails, she digs them in and my face contorts and I grit my teeth with rage. The pain from her attack is a mild distraction, as the damage myself and Amy have shared eclipses the pain of having my breast mauled.

However Lynx also attacks Amy and with her attention diverted, I attack. I position myself to get up and with Lynx’s pussy an open target, I take my right fist and punch her womanhood with all my strength. Lynx’s face turns red and she releases myself and Amy, the low blow makes Lynx double over in pain…but I’m not done. I rise quickly to my feet and with Lynx still doubled over from my punch, I grab her hair with both hands and thrust my right knee into the bitches face. As my knee makes contact, I scream out:

“Fuck you…Lynx!”

[lexibabe]

she slides her slick body up closer to my face that's where. she just mads her 1st. mistake,,,working mh head about well enough

sliding my hands. along her sides to her hips and  just under her  butt cheeks,, with one final effort I try and use my hands to push up. and
arch my body up at the same. time hoping to push her off  over. my head

[Angelina V]

Fantastic writing to all you ladies, well lets say all you fabulous catty witches!!

[Erin Lee]

I can't deny it, i am looking to break this walking art displays back but i have been driven into the wall so many times by her i think it's only fair, right?

We are both almost naked as our bodies slam and grind together. Bloodied and wet we have focused almost entirely on each other and paid no mind to the other fights going on around us. We are a good match for each other, similar heights, weight and nastiness. I'm younger, or am i? Technically i'm 341 years of age but because of my witchy heritage i present as 26, a very pretty 26 if i say so myself.

We grapple, scratch and bite, you ram me into the wall. I fight back and use the wall to assist me in driving you backwards. Our arms are firmly wrapped around each other. Nipples stiff from the fight joust and jab, thighs clash, our flat and toned tummies slip and grind. I take deliberate aim at a mid high gravestone and drive you towards it, hissing spiteful threats about how i will finish you.

You can't get any purchase for your bare feet in the mud but with a burst of energy and strength i didn't know you had you manage to twist us so that we both crash into said gravestone on our sides.
There is a lot of moaning and groaning, takes me a minute to realise it's coming from us. I shake my head and go to stand, pain shoots through my body and i decide standing right now might now be the best idea, so, on hands and knees i crawl round behind a close by sarcophagus and use it to aid my attempts to rise back up.

I look round to see if there is another witch i can try and destroy. I clamber onto stone lid and raising my arms up high i look to summon the very devils of hell themselves...then i remember, for tonight only i am mortal and have to do my own dirty work.

[Alix_Fights]

I hear the bitch moan, and then squirm, and then her hands move, tracing through the mud, feeling her nails slide on my calves, and then plunging into my butt!  "What ....."!!!  I have miscalculated her resolve, and with a well timed arch of her toned body, her hands push me up and over her head, my body squishing on the muddy ground.  It's cold and wet, but soft, and I squirm around as I get to my knees, seeing her struggle to face me, her face covered in mud, with only her evil eyes showing.  I slap out at her face with my right hand, clearing the mud off her left cheek, and then lunge at her, hands in her mud sodden hair, my naked, muddy breasts colliding with hers, pushing her over on her back.  "Still want more, heh" I hiss, throwing myself on her, my thigh pushing between her legs up against her soaked, muddy panties, the once cold mud turning warm between our bodies as we begin anew, a body to body catfight, squirming against each other, my hands ripping out patches of her hair.

[lexibabe]

I. get the witch off me, back to my knees  ,I try wiping some mud. from my cheek

and see. she is turning to  face. me,,,wiggle my finger for her to  come on.


our bodies s[lat together,we topple over in the gooey mud..

my right hand in her hair, using my left hand to claw at her tit from the side

our yelps. and curses mingle.. rocking side to side I finally you on top

our legs. kicking. we glare into each others faces. and starting a slow roll

[Fightspectator]

Made my votes. I am really hoping that some of these will lead to one on one battles in the polls. Some very tough good fighters.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Our intertwined writhing bodies smash into the tombstone and we slide down in a heap to the sodden muck below. I don’t know how long I lie there gasping and moaning … could be seconds, could be centuries or anything in between. All I know when I manage to open my eyes and focus once again is that I’m alone and Erin is nowhere to be seen.

I feed on the energy and life force of Citah, my cheetah familiar left behind on our island home, but her spirit is always within me wherever I wander. Her feline strength flowing through my battered body is like a soothing salve and I’m finally able to rise up to a crouch by the headstone as I search the area for my hated enemy. My breath whistles through clenched teeth as I catch a glimpse of Erin standing by a sarcophagus, her back to me with arms outstretched like she’s reaching to capture the Blood Red Moon itself.

I start to rise up to follow and continue our never-ending battle but freeze at the sight and sound of someone or something moving toward me. I crouch lower trying to disappear in the dark shadows of the tombstone until I can identify who or what it may be. She is suddenly lit up clearly under the Moon and her intentions are crystal clear.

“YOU!”

Yes, Amy has returned. Of course. I know full well the way she thinks. She must have seen me make violent contact with the stone and figured I’m too weak and damaged to defend myself and that I’ll be easy prey. Well, that inked dark bitch will be in for the fxcking shock of her existence!

“Aku membenci mu!” I hiss an oath of pure hatred as I uncoil from my crouch and hurl myself at Amy, crashing full force into her … Our tense hate-driven bodies collide as I drive my shoulder flush into her breast while grabbing at her with both hands. She grabs onto me and we smash into each other, snarling, hissing, ripping, slashing, kicking and biting in feline fury and viciousness. We twist and stagger in a macabre dance of pain and pleasure, lust and torment …

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Oh, dark bitch witch, I know full well what my Citah does when she has her prey helpless and vulnerable. Soon you'll experience it as MY prey. Along with that, Citah's essence within me has blessed and cursed me with many of her feline traits … like her fierce overpowering instinct for survival.

That’s why I don’t panic when you force my head back and your fangs sink into my neck like a Vampira’s kiss. Yes, the pain is sharp and piercing and I feel the warm flow of my blood start to stream down to my collarbone. I grit my teeth and let out a howl of agony and hate as the clutching fingers of both my hands sink deep in your raven hair and my razor sharp talons dig into your scalp. Now you suddenly start to maul my bare pert firm breast with your own claws too.

Pain is a gift, the old ones say. It’s better to give than to receive. I agree with that. Time for me to start giving back. Fighting the pain you’re inflicting for the moment and forcing myself not to give in to it, I plant my left foot on the mucky ground and drive my right knee up hard and fast … between your slightly spread legs … flush into your vulnerable kitty with as much force as possible.

Citah smiles her feline smile. The Dark Lord roars with sadistic glee.

[marlu Queen]

On my way to the throne I see that witch Erin join her fight, I head furiously through the mud and grab her by the hair, pulling her back trying to drag her near the temple of darkness... damn bitch, I will prove that I am your dark queen

[Erin Lee]

As i stand aloft the sarcophagus, arms raised to the sky i hear the squelch, squelch, squelch of feet in sloppy mud. My eyes narrow as i try to make out the form of the approaching witch. Then another bolt of lightning lights up the graveyard and reveals the identity of the brave but somewhat idiotic witch that dares to face my wrath. Tis the one known as the Marlu Queen. I'll bend no knee to this Spanish whore and now somewhat recovered from the war with witch Lauren i hop down off the sarcophagus and land lithe as a cat on all fours. I look around, a hisss escapes from my mouth....the queen is about to lose her crown.

This whore is clever tho, as i scan the darkness she seems to have vanished, how can this be, she is as mortal tonight as i. It's then i feel hands in my hair and my head is wrenched back. I cry out in surprise, she had ducked behind a couple of gravestones and sneaked up on me, not risking a frontal confrontation. Maybe she isn't as idiotic as i thought.

She starts to try and haul me towards the temple of darkness but the ground is too wet and i am too strong to let that happen. I reach up and grab her wrist, twisting my body so i can duck under her arm and force that arm very firmly up her back between her shoulder blades. My left arm circles her throat and tightens against her windpipe. The Spanish whore might well be the first mortal witch to lose her life here tonight.

[marlu Queen]

that damn witch Erin manages to get up before entering the temple, she tries to strangle me with her arm surrounding my trachea, but at that same moment, I open my mouth and bite her left tit causing her to let go of my neck and this time yes, we are face to face like two demon cats ready to jump on top of each other...

The other witches continue fighting around us between screams and thunder.