Gladiatorial Instinct

by ThatLewdWriter

Summary:

There are two things that Lupa loves most in life: fighting and fucking, usually in that order. What's more fun than getting your blood pumping and then banging, and knotting, a hot babe? Nothing, really! And, well, when a sexy priestess offers you anything you want for winning a tournament, what else is she going to do but claim her breeding rights?

Notes:

For Anon.

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Quite frankly, Lupa thought that being a Gladiator was the most fun thing she could possibly do.

 

She lived for it – for this, for the thrill of the fight. She loved the way that the sand felt beneath her feet, and enjoyed the way that the sunlight played across her sweaty, heaving body. She loved being able to clash weapons with some of the best of the best, or really, just new, exotic fighters from across the world. She enjoyed the clash of blows, the acidity of muscular exertion, and everything else about it.

 

She loved being in the coliseum, dancing to the music created by the clash of weapons, the swish of feet, and the panting of breath. She always felt that fighting was quite intimate, in its own way. It was, ultimately, a dance between her and her opponent, a duet that only they could achieve. They resonated with one another in those moments, finding a sort of harmony that lots of people wished they could have.

 

Or maybe, Lupa was being too poetic about it. She loved it, though. The thrill, the chase, the lactic burn, all of it. She loved the audience’s eyes on her whipping, dancing figure, craving their cheers of praise – or disappointment. She was the center of attention, the lovely epicenter, the championship round, everything that the audience had purchased their seats for.

 

The final dance. There was poetry in that, too. This was the last round of the Septimont fighting tournament, the one that had called for fighters from all across Rinascita. Plenty of people had signed up to become gladiators for the crowds, and after many rounds, only two remained – with Lupa, the crowd favourite, one of the top gladiators in Septimont, at their fore.

 

Across from her –

 

Lupa hissed and danced black from a particularly skilled blow. Her mind had been racing again. She was daydreaming, and nearly suffered for it. The sword just about lopped up wisps of her pink-red hair, as if it were trying to chop her hair off. Instead of being furious, she laughed, exhilarated; her voice came out in a thick, accented rush. She was panting with pleasure, her breast bursting with excitement. She loved a skilled foe.

 

Lupa danced around. Her spear was long and ungainly in close quarters, ill-suited for a sword fight. Indeed, the way she swung around made it seem more like a greatsword than a spear, with hard, sweeping slices, and rough, over-eager arcs that used up a lot of strength.

For certain, her body seemed to lack the muscle that would be necessary to swing around a polearm in such a manner, but her Resonance made her stronger, faster, than her body led a person to believe.

 

Her blow was good. Grand, even: a lopping stroke that went off-the-mark, and then a quick, two-handed rotation that brought the spear into profile and thrust it forward. It was a heartseeker’s blow, seeking a quick end to the duel. Quite unfortunately, it was parried aside by her foe’s skilled blade.

 

An exceptional blade. Haultir was its name, and it was a true hero’s sword. Slender, dainty, and immaculately mastercrafted, it parried and struck out. A defensive stroke into a lashing cut, into another slicing slash. Brilliant swordwork, honestly, and it was followed by excellent footwork. Feet slipped across the sand, leading Lupa around in a dance.

 

Haultir slashed. The spear pushed, battering the slender weapon aide – the two sides engaging with passion, finding no purchase, and then disengaging. Lupa gave ground, rolled back, her huge, wolf’s tail dancing behind her.  Her entire body was slick with sweat now, a mixture of both the combat’s embrace and the sun’s heat.

 

In some ways, she wished she had almost dressed down for the occasion – but she wasn't wearing very much at all to begin with. A black tunic tucked around her lean, slender frame, cupping her breasts firmly, and leaving much of her shoulders and her back bare. It exposed swathes of muscle and faded lines of scars, enough to indicate a hard life but not enough to indicate any tribulation. Long pants and high waders wrapped around her legs, containing her muscular legs in white fabrics.

 

Her hair was a warm, russet shade of pink, and it danced around her face in a sweaty heap. Some of it was tucked back into two small tufts that hung back like wolf’s ears. She brushed the worst of it out of her eyes, clearing up her gaze. She grinned wolfishly, flashing incisors sharp enough to be fangs.

 

“You’re a great fight,” Lupa complimented her opponent. “A damn great fight.”

 

Her opponent let out a heavy breath and similarly brushed at her long, blonde hair. Ears shaped like elfin blades twitched. Crystalline eyes blinked back sweat and looked to Lupa firmly and fondly, like the gaze of an older sister. Small, pale pink lips curved into an eager, receptive smile.

 

“You as well,” said Cartethyia. “You’re marvelous.”

 

“I know,” Lupa said with a wink, and regarded her opponent – and her friend. Cartethyia, the wandering knight from another nation, had come to partake in the tournament along with all the other gladiators. She wasn’t a local of Septimont, and it showed in the paleness of her skin and the style of her clothing. It was a short dress of white and black that loosely cupped her slender, fair figure, doing little to guard her body.

 

It was too short, showing off lots of her long legs – but only relative to the rest of her body. She was a very slim, small woman, slender and dainty and cute. Princess-like, Lupa had always thought. A tiny slip of a thing in a dress with long, blonde tresses, and the determination of a swordsmaster in her gaze. True enough, she was proving to be a real contest.

 

A perfect final round.

 

The crowd was watching, people were cheering, and their solitary judge and host was clearly indulging in the spectacle – and so was Lupa.

 

“The crowd wants a show,’ Lupa said as she licked her canine fangs. “We shouldn’t disappoint them.”

 

“I promise not to,” Cartethyia said in that ever-mature way of hers.

 

Lupa sprang at her. She was fast, bold, and aggressive, surging into action in an attempt to overwhelm her opponent. With her blood roaring in her veins, she slashed and she sliced, seeking any small advantage to win. Her tail fluttered around her like a cape as she danced with her sword, constantly seeking to one-up her opponent.

 

Cartethyia also danced. She was good. Lupa loved it. She was mesmerized by the way her body moved. Lupa loved it, loved her footwork, just loved the way that she looked in general. She was a hot woman, that was for sure. Lupa was her friend, yes, and the two of them had worked together on occasion, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t think she was an absolute hottie.

 

Lupa had longed to properly lock blades with her. She had also longed to fuck her, but Cartethyia was quite dense and not really good at flirting – no matter how overt Lupa was. It was fine, though. She couldn’t be expected to stick her dick in everything with a pulse, no matter how often she tried. Sometimes, she just had to settle for a good damned fight.

 

That, however, only built her blood up even more. She was already burning up with the delirious exhilaration of combat, but the hotter that burned, the more it inflamed the rest of her passions. Her sense of smell was intense, allowing her to sniff the acrid sweat coming off Cartethyia. Her eyes could perceive the tremors of muscles, which she used to her advantage. It even made her froth at the mouth, all very canine.

 

First and foremost, Lupa was human. But, her Resonance ability lent her a wolflike appearance and nature that was sometimes entirely hard to tame. It was what gave her a tail, after all, and more besides. Sometimes, it was hard to say if she was more wolf than human, and in this sort of situation, where she was inflamed and passionate, it was even more difficult to tell.

 

A laughing, joyful, snarling wolf, going at the slender, elfish maiden. Lupa only grew wilder, more determined, as the minutes wore on, as her limbs grew tired with exertion yet her heart beat fast with exhilaration. Her blood was burning now; she was not only in the depths of her passions, but also in the throes of her Heat. This was her time of the month for mating, and so her body urged her to fight – and to fuck.

 

It lent her power. It carried her forward. She bore down on Cartethyia, attacking and defending and attacking some more – bleeding attacks and defences together in a stream of movement that should have been impossible, but which she made a reality. Cartethyia, for all her talent, could not keep up. She was a master with the blade, yes, but whatever the case was, she just wasn’t quite as strong as Lupa was now.

 

That seemed odd to her, but Cartethyia had said something like that to Lupa before – something about being weaker outside of her nation. But, as a Wandering Knight, she had partaken in the gladiatorial contest of arms to learn and train, and she’d gotten here, to the end. There was no reason to hold back or pull punches. Lupa wasn’t going to degrade her friend like that.

 

She went all out. Every time their weapons slapped and clashed, she felt her wrists ache. The jarring brushes of metallic contact thrilled Lupa, made her grin wider – and hungrier. She bore down on the shorter girl with passion. She danced with her, back and forth, her tail whipping, her hair bouncing, all under the yes of the roaring crowd and their impassioned, smug judge.

 

When the end came, it was well-earned. Sweaty and snarling, Lupa executed a skillful maneuver: she swung forward, dropped down low, and swept the haft of her polearm around. Cartethyia intercepted, but the impact jarred her, rocked her back. Lupa swept in, swinging her polearm around the opposite way entirely.

The butt hammered into Cartethyia, sending her stumbling. Lupa, quick as quicksilver, got her spear in around her opponent's guard and twisted. In a feat of arms that only she was destined to win, she disarmed her foe.

 

Haultir was sent tumbling away, leaving Cartethyia unarmed and defenseless. She had lost, and they knew it. The crowd knew it. The audience went wild, hollering and cheering for their victor – for Lupa. The exhilaration didn’t hit instantly, but when it did, it was like a spike of pure pleasure through her adrenaline-soaked nervous system.

 

Wildly grinning, Lupa began to laugh. “Now that was a fight! I always knew you knew your way around a sword, but that was brilliant, love.”

 

She reached down and held out her hand, helping Cartethyia to her feet. The slender older woman took her hand and allowed herself to be propelled upward. Despite her apparent age – she was definitely older than Lupa was – she was small by comparison. A slip of a thing, slender and svelte and princess-like, and a good head shorter besides. A bite-sized snack, Lupa’s heat told her mind.

 

Lupa tried to ignore that part of her.

 

“It was a very good fight,” Cartethyia said. She breathed hard, almost panting, as she tried to adjust herself after their bout. She was just as sweaty as Lupa: strained, red-faced, but flushed with adrenaline. “You were exceptional.”

 

“I know,” Lupa said with a wink of self-confidence. “But so were you.”

 

It was a bit hard to talk over the roar of the crowd, the cheers and the hollers and the laurels being thrown. It was actually quite a bit excessive, really, but Lupa indulged in the praise. She never truly sought to win, and only chased the thrill of a great fight. But, when she did win, well, she wasn’t about to dissuade herself of the notion of a good celebration.

 

“And so we have it!” called out a voice that quite effortlessly overpowered every other in the coliseum. A richly accented, refined voice, from that of the upper class. It came from on-high, at the place of ceremonial honour that watched over the entire arena. “Our winner, Lupa!”

 

Lupa craned her attention around, as did everyone else. Every match had a judge, an overseer to ensure the rules were adhered to and the laurels of victory were handed out. It was truly no trifling matter, and Septimont took their gladiatorial contests very seriously – especially one that had called all sorts of warriors from across Rinascita.

 

And though the honoured Augusta had not overseen these games, the contestants had the next best thing: Iuno, the elegant and renowned Priestess from the Tetragon Temple. A fiery, well-spoken, somewhat bratty woman with the talent of a true prodigy. She had been watching the entire time while plopping grapes in her mouth, almost lazy to the point of fault; but now, with the games won, she came down in all her splendor.

 

She jumped down from her viewing platform some dozens of meters high. The force of gravity seemed to be a mere suggestion pulling at her fair, white limbs. She descended with grace and touched the ground on the tips of her toes, as if the concept of momentum or terminal velocity was just a gentle suggestion. She settled upon the sun-warmed, battle-worn sands with an elegance that was almost at-odds with the sweat and spit and blood that stained it.

 

Iuno, the renowned Priestess, was – in a simple word – beautiful. She simply had one of those ageless faces that was enjoyable to look at, with eyes of a warm, smarmy indigo. Her hair was a deep, lavish blue, worn in bangs and tufts across the simple elegance of her jawline. It was long, but it had been tucked up into two flowing twin-tails that looked as long as battle standards.

 

The woman was fair, slender, and elegant to the eyes. She had curves to her, but they were all gentle, and flowed from spot to spot; ample breasts, pretty hips, long legs. All of it was tucked behind a ritualistic outfit that Lupa was pretty sure was little better than fetishwear: flowing white cloth, sheer, gauzy fabric, most of it barely cupping her curvature. Her undergarments were, in fact, just another part of the outfit, more like swimwear than anything close to what Lupa wore.

 

It was incredibly suggestive, and each time she saw it, Lupa felt a bit awestruck. It was just difficult to deal with a sensual, barely clothed beauty like Iuno at the best of times, and right then, Lupa was hyped up on adrenaline, battle joy, and the feeling of her canine Heat. Iuno was almost irresistible, and watching her sashay over, hips swinging and her hair gently flowing behind her, was really making Lupa feel hot and bothered.

 

“A Triumph to the victor,” Iuno said in her elegant, accented voice. Her words curled around her pretty pink lips in a way that seemed almost teasing, as if Iuno was on the verge of saying something bratty. She stopped right in front of Lupa and brought up her hands, which held a laurel wreath of gold – matching the ones in the Priestess’ hair. “Your laurels of victory, Champion.”

 

Lupa had to duck her head. She was just a bit taller than Iuno, even in her heels.  Lupa was of a decent height, standing at around five-eight, but these girls were inches and inches shorter. Somehow, the height disparity got Lupa even more excited. Staring down, too, with Iuno reaching up, put the gladiator directly at chest level.

 

She had a straight, down-view shot of Iuno’s cleavage. It wasn’t too big, yet it was not small, either. She had a bust size that might have been a cup smaller than Lupa’s own – and unlike Lupa, the Priestess’s outfit was nothing short of slutty. Gauzy white fabric did nothing to hide her cleavage, and the golden ‘bikini’ beneath it hugged her chest in a way that it presented the full slopes of her lovely breasts.

 

Lupa felt her Heat twitch within her. Fighting while in heat was great for a little bit of extra oomph, but damnit, being around two gorgeous girls and staring at practically naked tits was a hell of a drug. She still felt those post-battle jitters, too, and she was almost foaming a the mouth with excitement. Her tail whipped around and brushed at the sand, sweeping it like a broom.

 

“Good work,” Iuno said to her softly, under her breath, so that only they could hear. It was almost intimate, but they did not know each other too well. It was, instead, almost teasing, her voice carrying those low, throaty tones of cocky playfulness. “You almost impressed me.”

 

“Almost?” Lupa snorted a bit louder, a bit hungrier.

 

Iuno adjusted the laurels upon Lupa’s head, then winked at her. She trailed her fingers down her shoulders, along her arms, playfully fluttering. Not quite flirting so much as just being a bratty tease, which was really doing bad things to Lupa’s Heat-soaked attention span. “Almost. I’m not that easy to impress, little one.”

 

“No one calls me little, love,” Lupa drawled.

 

“I just did,” Iuno said flippantly, and then stepped back and away. As always, Lupa was captivated. She loved pretty women. She loved women with an attitude. Iuno was practically a bombshell of attractive qualities, and Lupa – in her Heat-soaked state – wanted to dive head-first. She was, unfortunately, too civilized for that.

 

Iuno turned to Cartethyia next and thanked her for her troubles, trials, and tribulations. Second place did not win anything, but that didn’t stop Iuno from putting honours upon their contestant from Ragunna. Lupa’s eyes rolled over them, taking in their slender, fair-limbed beauty: Cartethyia, the shorter of the pair, almost waif-like; Iuno taller, her curves more ample, but not quite so fair and dainty.

 

Both were gorgeous, and it made Lupa almost growl. They were just really hot women, and it suited her in all the right ways. She was, at the best of times, a horny wolf-girl. She wasn’t very good at controlling herself. Frankly, she got her dick wet at least once a week. When she was in heat, she could go many times a day, many days in a row.

 

Right then, her cock really wanted to be buried in something soft, wet, warm, and tight.

 

Thankfully, Lupa was a trained warrior. She had self-control. She could hold it back and force it down. She could use her prize money on a prostitute or three.

 

“Now,” Iuno called out in a bold, self-assured voice, “It’s time to give our illustrious victor her hard-earned prize.”

 

Prize? Lupa had forgotten about that. She did not partake in gladiator games for the sake of prizes. Whether she won or lost didn’t matter to her: she simply sought out a good, pulse-racing fight. That, for her, was all the prize she needed. Granted, she wouldn’t say no to a prize, but it had been the furthest thing from her mind when signing up. Frankly, she didn't even know what it was.

 

Probably money, she mused while staring at the suggestive curve of Cartethyia’s ass. Or some sword or something. That’s usually it.

 

“In honour of all our participants from across Rinascita,” Iuno called out with a voice that rang through the entire arena, “Everyone in the top five shall receive a small token of Septimont’s affection… and our winner may ask for any prize she wishes.”

 

Lupa blinked curiously. “Hm?”

 

Iuno glanced at her. “Weren’t you listening?”

 

“Erm – nah, not really,” Lupa confessed with a shy laugh and a rubbing motion at the back of her head.

 

Iuno rolled her eyes. “Goodness gracious. The winner of the games will be granted any single prize she wishes amongst any of the coliseum's treasures. Your wish is my command, dear Victor.”

 

Pure, elaborate flair, that was how the judge presented herself. Iuno was, at the best of times, a playful, cocky woman, and her tone was teasing even then – making fun of Lupa for her lack of awareness. Lupa blinked and stared at the Priestess a bit blankly, still not quite understanding.

 

Iuno rolled her eyes a bit and gestured. “The winner gets to wish for anything she desires.”

 

Lupa blinked. She glanced at Cartethyia, who stood nearby a bit awkwardly; she was the loser, so she really had no reason to be there other than the fact that their illustrious judge of the match was standing before them. She looked back over and made eye contact with the beautiful judge herself and felt a hot flush run along her spine.

 

“Anything?” Lupa asked thoughtfully.

 

Iuno flicked out her long tail of blue hair. She planted her other hand on her hip and cocked it out smugly. “I just said that, didn't I?”

 

“You mean… like, anything?” Lupa continued. Her eyes stared down at Iuno with a renewed hunger. She glanced at Cartethyia, who still looked like a beautiful princess.

 

“Anything in the arena is yours, dear victor, should you ask for it,” Iuno said in that smug, self-assured sort of way of hers. She was enjoying rattling Lupa, teasing her just a bit. “If it’s within my means, I promise to give it to you.”

 

Lupa leaned forward with her hands on her hips. “But you do mean anything, right?”

 

Iuno snorted out a regal laugh. “You’re wasting my time. I, of course, solemnly swear to give you whatever reward you wish. Any treasure in here is yours.”

 

Lupa licked her sharp, canine fangs. Sometimes, she was a slow thinker. Sometimes, she thought recklessly. Sometimes, she thought with her dick instead of her brain. That was just the kind of woman she was. A relentless, passionate fighter, and a wild, feverish lover. Two sides of the same coin, really.

 

“You’re kind of like a treasure, ain’t ya?” Lupa remarked with a grin.

 

Iuno flicked her hair back. “Of course. I’m Septimont’s premiere Priestess.”

 

“And she’s definitely a treasure,” Lupa said as she gestured to Cartethyia. At the mere suggestion of her, the blonde stiffened up.

 

Waving her hands in front of her, she murmured, “W-well, that’s not strictly true…”

 

Iuno glanced at Cartethyia, shrugged, and laughed behind her hand. “Let’s say she is, alright? What does that have to do with your prize? Come on, champion, don't keep the crowd waiting…” She dropped her voice “…And definitely don’t keep me waiting.”

 

Lupa grinned wickedly. “I want you two as my prizes.”

 

Cartethyia made a noise of raw confusion. “Excuse me?”

 

Iuno blinked and brought her hand up to her chest in a faintly incredulous gesture. “Beg your pardon?”

 

Lupa kept on grinning. She stepped forward and put a hand on each woman’s shoulder, cupping them firmly. “I get to name my prize, anything in the arena, yeah? You two are gonna my prizes.”

 

Cartethyia just sort of stammered and flushed incredulously. “I don’t understand, Lupa.”

 

Iuno, by contrast, put on an amused expression. She lifted her brow regally and seemed to almost run her tongue across her teeth. “And just what do you plan on doing with your prizes, hm?”

 

Cartethyia looked at Iuno. “H-hey, don’t encourage her with this…”

 

“What do you think?” Lupa continued to grin. “I’m totally hyped up after that amazing fight, I’ve got all this blood rushing to my head… and to my dick.”

 

Cartethyia started to cough shyly.

 

Iuno’s eyebrows were up into her hairline.

 

“And I’m totally in my mating-heat right now, sooo….” Lupa winked at the both of them. “…I plan on having you two cuties wrap your lips around my dick right here and now, see?”

 

Cartethyia almost doubled over with her incredulous coughs, clearly totally shocked by what Lupa was saying. Iuno, by contrast, threw her head back and laughed. She sounded entirely amused, as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Lupa laughed along with her, her breath far huskier and throatier.

 

“L-Lupa!” Cartethyia yelped. “You shouldn’t joke around like that!”

 

Lupa grinned at her. “I’m not.”

 

Cartethyia flushed red.

 

Iuno pulled back. With one hand on her wide hips and the other one pressing fingers to her breastbone, she confidently and smugly questioned, “Why would I ever agree to something like that, little Lupa?”

 

“Awww, love,” Lupa cooed flirtatiously, “You just promised the crowd you’d give me anything I wished for, eh?”

 

Iuno spent a single moment blinking. That was the prize, of course, and she’d explained it very methodically and then made a big show of it. She could always back out, there was no binding agreement to any ridiculous request, but it might certainly make her look a fair bit stupid if she did so – and there was one thing that Iuno would never allow for, it was for herself to look stupid.

 

She had backed herself into her own corner, and she’d never let her reputation take a hit for something like that. Instead, Iuno planted her hand upon her chest and fluffed out her hair with the other one, attempting to look as regal and in-control as she could be – even though she’d more or less just offered herself up on a silver platter for wolf-cock.

 

“Why, of course, I did, and I would never back out from such a… prize,” Iuno said just a bit haltingly. She cleared her throat and cocked her chin up, eyes firm, determined, and maybe a little bit wary. Then, she put a bit more of a cocky smile on her face and reached out to plant a hand against Lupa’s belly. “But do you actually think you can handle two of us, Miss Stud?”

 

“Two is the bare minimum,” Lupa said with nothing but confidence in her voice. “I can handle you both, easy.”

 

Iuno seemed to chew on the thought for a moment. Her eyes raked over Lupa appreciatively, and she didn’t appear nearly as uneager as one would have imagined. Reluctant to put out, perhaps, but she’d given her word, and she wouldn’t step back on it. That was pretty sexy in and of itself, as far as Lupa was concerned.

 

“Wait, don’t encourage this,” Cartethyia yelped in sudden protest. “I – I’m not – There’s no way Lupa and I could, well, uhm-“

 

“Shush, you,” Iuno said with regal flair. “I already gave my word.”

 

The beautiful blonde balked. “But I did not!”

 

“You’re a knight, aren’t you? Come on, you're honorable or whatnot.” Iuno shrugged. “I’m sure you wouldn’t shirk a request like this.”

 

“T-to…” Cartethyia remained red; the reddest that Lupa had ever seen. “Uhm… I – if you ask, then –“

 

“Good, it’s decided,” Iuno declared without waiting for a second thought. She was so prideful a woman that she wouldn’t go back on her word, and more than that, she actually seemed a bit appreciative of Lupa. Though she’d clearly stepped into something she hadn’t planned on, she wasn’t really reluctant at all. She definitely wasn’t a blushing, bashful maiden like Cartethyia, but a bold, self-assured woman.

 

Or, she was good at faking it.

 

“The victor has decided on her prize: our fair maiden contestant in second place, and myself, your lovely Priestess,” Iuno said in a rolling voice of authority, despite the craziness of her words. The audience must have known it was silly and insane as well, but it wasn’t really the weirdest thing to ever happen in Septimont. It wasn’t even the first time Lupa had nailed a broad in the coliseum, and they’d certainly seen Augusta do it enough times for it to be normalized. “Henceforth, she shall be led to my temple, where she shall –“

 

“Ah, no, right here is great, love,” Lupa interrupted eagerly.

 

Iuno puffed out her cheek and glared scathingly, clearly annoyed that she was interrupted.

 

“I don’t want to wait,” Lupa continued with a cocky grin.

 

“…Turns out we shall not be doing this in comfort,” Iuno sighed. She waved her hands and smiled, all the same. “Enjoy yet another show.”

 

“Here and now?” Cartethyia was red as a beet. “But there are so many people, this is – this is lewd…!”

 

Lupa licked her lips. She was quite frankly stunned that any of this was happening or that her bluster of a prize worked out, but somehow, it had. She had landed herself two gorgeous cuties to satisfy her heat with. It was shocking, incredulous, and amazing. She couldn’t be more excited, frankly. Two beautiful maidens, just for her…

 

She reached out and scooped them up, dragging them in against her: hands around their waists, holding them tight. Cartethyia yelped a bit as she was shoved into Lupa’s flank, which was broader, more muscular, and just taller than she was. The girl was tiny by comparison, and more or less mashed against Lupa’s shoulder and bicep. Iuno was taller, but still shorter; she was just about at cheek-level. Her more curvy body squished in appetizingly.

 

“You two are so hot,” Lupa complimented honestly, though crudely. She was shameless in the throes of her eager lusts and brimming heat; she couldn’t help herself from acting out how her body craved. She brought her hands down to either end and slapped their asses in tandem, one to the left and one to the right.

 

Cartethyia’s short little dress didn’t do much to protect her, and neither did the shorts she had on beneath. The rounded swell of her bubble-but was perfectly clappable, and as skin hit skin, it thwapped appetizingly. The shorter girl yelped and shivered against Lupa’s flank, clearly struggling to process just how lusty her friend was.

 

Iuno’s equally slutty outfit did nothing to protect her curves, and layers of gauzy white cloth were easily mashed down by Lupa’s strong hand. Her ass was an easy target, and her bikini-like bottoms offered no defense. Her ass clapped majestically as Lupa slapped it, and the doughy-soft meat bent easily into her kneading hand just a moment later. Iuno, like Cartethyia, gasped with surprise, her face red – but she didn't look confused at all.

 

She almost looked eager.

 

“Goodness, we’ve got a real stud on our hands,” Iuno said in a cocky, smarmy voice. She didn’t seem to care that the crowd was rapt with attention over the idea of seeing Iuno whore her beautiful body out to the victor. “I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

 

“I won’t,” Lupa promised boldly. She looked at both beautiful women and licked her teeth, pausing to curl her tongue across her sharp fangs. “Both of you should get my clothes off. Top to bottom. I’m sweaty and shit.”

 

It was such a silly situation to be in, and Lupa frankly couldn’t quite believe that it was all really happening – but she had to believe it, because it was. Iuno, despite being a very important Priestess who had much better things to do than agree to her word and whore herself out as a prize for a victory, started to plant her hands over Lupa’s body.

 

She was not at all hesitant. She pulled at the straps and buckles of Lupa’s tunic, which was backless for the most part – just a front-facing vest around her chest. Iuno rather shamelessly tugged it off, peeling it away from sweat-slicked curvature. Lupa was not, by any means, outrageously muscular, but she was fit, firm, and athletic. She had a good, toned belly, she had firm lines to her body, and it was clear that she did lots of physical activity.

 

She was strong. She had a fit body. Her breasts, too, were of a very ample size, being pretty sizable in their own rights. Not too large, not too small, perfectly suited for her body’s frame as well as her athletic lifestyle. They looked good, they were bouncy, but they never got in the way of her work. Between her chest and her athletic belly, she knew she looked every inch the sexy warrior she wanted to be.

 

“Huh,” Iuno hummed, as if impressed. “Your body isn’t half bad, I suppose.”

 

“Awwww, you like it, don’tcha?” Lupa drawled smugly. She squeezed Iuno’s ass, drawing out a little tiny gasp. “I know I’m built great.”

 

“Confident,” Iuno hummed. “You’ve always been passionate… even when you lose.”

 

Lupa snorted. She wasn’t sure if Iuno was trying to mock her or not, but it didn't matter. She was way too hyped up on her apparent ‘victory’ to care if the Priestess was trying to rile her up or not. She was the one winning here, and with her toned, sweat-slicked torso bare, she was halfway to getting what she really wanted: her dick wet with two gorgeous girls.

 

Cartethyia hadn’t done anything yet. She just stood there, staring at Lupa’s partial nudity with wide eyes. She seemed a bit confused and a bit entranced, as if she really didn’t get what was going on. She did not pull away, though. She could have, perhaps, just walked away, but she didn’t. She looked fascinated, and Lupa enjoyed that wide-eyed look.

 

“Come on, darling, help her out a bit,” Lupa said in a warm, throaty voice. She squeezed Cartethyia’s ass, bending it around her palm. It really was soft and fluffy, and she definitely enjoyed it. “Get my pants off.”

 

“This is crazy,” Cartethyia whined protestfully. “I can’t believe this…”

 

And yet, she had her hands on the waistband of Lupa’s pants,helping alongside Iuno. Crazy, yes, but both women were pushing down on the waist-tight pants, trying to draw them down. They were pretty form-fitting at the best of times with not much leeway, so the two women had their work cut out for them. The tightness was not at all helped by the fact that there was now a serious hard-on building in her pants.

 

“Goodness,” Iuno taunted, “Did you have a whole other sword stashed away down here? You know you’re supposed to declare all weapons before the tournament started… right?”

 

Lupa laughed. “I’ve been trying to declare it with you for a while now, actually.”

 

“Is it actually a sword?” Cartethyia murmured. The two women had to get lower and lower down to properly peel off her pants; they just did not want to move, and it required more tugging. “It’s practically hitting your knee, I swear…”

 

“Hey, I'm a big gal,” Lupa teased with an eager chuckle, her hands playing with their asses – squishing and bending soft assmeat around in her grip. “It’ll get bigger once you actually get it out, you know.”

 

Cartethyia flushed up to the tips of her long, elfin ears. Iuno, by contrast, rolled her eyes, seemingly unimpressed – or just pretending not to care. That, too, was pretty hot. Both women tugged and unlaced ties and straps, attempting to get the wolf-girl naked. They did so while the audience watched with a sort of confused, rapt attention, unable to believe this was happening yet also totally into the lustful situation.

 

They continued to struggle with the shape of her bulge, which refused to really allow itself to be relinquished. They did, however, get her pants down eventually, and the white fabric slipped across ample hips and powerful legs not even a moment later. There was now nothing guarding her cock from view, and it gently bobbed across her thigh in an ungainly, mountainous heap.

 

Lupa was nothing short of huge. She was massive. She had a dick ten inches long, with a fat, heavy head, and a girth as thick as a wrist behind it. It was hard as a rock and truly resembled nothing less than a short sword, and one perhaps even more daunting than those that had been waved around all day. Her dick even carried a hilt with it: a bulging, canine knot at the end, fleshy and swollen, adding another inch to her length.

 

Huge balls rested below, almost grapefruit-sized. They looked full and swollen, waiting for release, perhaps even desperate to dump out a load as fast as they could. The entire shaft twitched pendulously as vascular veins throbbed and expanded, desperate for the touch of a woman – or two. The audience, of course, gasped, because seeing someone's nudity was already quite strange, but the size itself was awe-inspiring for many.

 

Or daunting for others.

 

“Ohmygosh,” Cartethyia huffed. The normally straight-laced, poker-faced woman struggled to hold her bearings. “It’s… huge!”

 

“Sentinel,” Iuno swore silently. She gazed upon the cock with something like awe, insofar as a woman like her was capable of. “You’re massive, ah, this might be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen…”

 

Lupa grinned wickedly. She knew she was big. She had never suffered from any lack of confidence in that regard. But, seeing that awe across the faces of two gorgeous girls was something else, and it made her breast buzz. “Hmmmm? I hope it’s not too much for you, ladies.”

 

“It’s way too big,” Cartethyia almost instantly told her. “No one could handle something like this –“

 

“Too big? As if!” Iuno replied with overwhelming confidence. She smirked and grabbed the dick with her hand, then wrapped her fingers across the girth. The white of her fingers was a smidge more sun-kissed than the pale shade of Lupa’s cock. She gripped it firmly and pulled it upright, so that the thick meat jutted out at an angle. “I’ve definitely had bigger before.”

 

Lupa grinned wickedly and wriggled her eyebrows. She watched Iuno pull her hand along the big dick, stroking it with her soft palm and her firm fingers. “Have you? Because you don’t sound very confident…”

 

Iuno sniffed self-righteously, licked her bottom lip, and huffed, “Well… more or less…”

 

“I didn’t even know they could get so big,” Cartethyia murmured vaguely. She bit her lip as she observed the huge dick wobbling in Iuno’s elegant hand. “Goodness. And that – is that a knot?”

 

“Sure is,” Lupa said proudly, hands still groping away at two perfectly plump asses. Iuno’s was squishier than Cartethyia's, probably because the woman sat around a bit more. Cart’s was soft, though, the skin immeasurably plush. “Benefit of my, uh, Resonance ability, I suppose.”

 

“Never had one of those before,” Iuno noted under her breath, as if a bit mesmerized. In fact, she seemed quite eager with the cock in her hand, despite the size and bulk and shape of it. A knotted, canine dick, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. She ran her hand across it willingly, stroking the dick from base to tip in a slow, rolling ascent.

 

“Ah, I knew you’d like it,” Lupa said with a wink. She then turned her attention back over to her pretty blonde friend and playfully swatted her ass. “And you – come on, touch it. You know you want to.”

 

Cartethyia might have been confused and shocked by everything, but she was not unwilling – far from it. She pushed her own hand against the shaft trepidatiously, yet eagerly enough. She gripped it tightly, perhaps a bit too much, and tried to wrap her fingers around it. She was successful, but her smaller and more dainty hand struggled a bit.

 

She gripped the shaft and squeezed it, as if mesmerized by the size. She pulled at the girthy flank alongside Iuno, but it was awkward at best. The two girls definitely did not know how to move in synch with one another, and it showed. It was still hot, though, and having two absolute cuties rubbing their hands along her dick in a clumsy handjob delighted her no matter what.

 

“Atta girls,’ Lupa purred with lustful confidence. She had her arms wrapped around them still, and her hands remained boldly planted upon peachy, fat asses. She squeezed them and toyed with them, bending flesh around as if they were her possessions. At this point, it might have well have been. She could squeeze her fingers down and indulge whilst they pulled at her shaft, awkwardly caressing it.

 

Iuno’s hand was lighter and faster, with more experience to it. She knew how to pump the oil-lotioned fingers across the thickness of the girlcock. Cartethyia was more timid, her movements more unsure. She’d probably never actually done something like this before, and it showed in the tightness of her grip. Her hand, too, was more battle-worn than the Priestess’, but that didn’t make it particularly rough. She had silky skin, even then.

 

Two cuties, leaning into her side, pumping at her dick – there was nothing that Lupa could enjoy more than straight-on sex. But, as it was, she indulged in just the ability to have these two girls, her prizes, pumping hands along her big dick. They stared at it with fascination: Cartethyia clearly confused by the sheer size and thickness, Iuno impressed by its girth and knot. She bit her lip as she admired it, whereas the blonde’s eyes were wide.

 

Both of them were realizing just how big Lupa was, and what it meant for their fates as prizes.

 

“That’s what a real dick looks like, girls, so get a real good look at it,” Lupa purred happily.

 

“I’m still not certain you can even handle the two of us,” Iuno said with cocky confidence. She was not dismayed or worried in the slightest. She was eager in her own way, and Lupa really liked that. She loved a girl who totally accepted things and approached them head-on; consent was so hot when a girl knew they were in over their heads and wanted her anyway.

 

“I can,” Lupa laughed. “Trust me, I will.”

 

“How do we even start with something this big?” Cartethyia protested. “My hand can barely capture it; this wouldn’t even fit in my mouth…”

 

“Oh, it’ll fit,” Lupa said with an eager laugh. “And speaking of mouths…” She clicked her fingers and waved at the two girls. “Why don’t you get down on your knees for me and show ‘em off?”

“Charming,” Iuno snorted. She rolled her eyes, fluffed out her hair, and sniffed regally. “You’d better be honoured to have me kneel for you, you know.”

 

“Sure, sure, I know,” Lupa chuckled eagerly. She watched the perfectly sexy Priestess get down on her knees upon the sand, looking like a perfectly fuckable piece of ass right then. “I totally am.”

 

“Here and now? With so many people watching…?” Cartethyia murmured nervously.

 

“You’ve already been stroking my dick, come on, it’s not that big of a difference,” Lupa teased. The blonde seemed to see the sense in her words, even if she didn’t quite believe them. She bit her lip, fidgeted, and then sank down to her knees, too. She stared at the cock warily, unsure of how to handle something that big and that knotted.

 

Iuno did not. She grabbed the dick with her hand and wrapped her fingers around it again, keeping it nicely braced up. She smirked and fluttered her lashes, almost coy and certainly teasing. She held no shame here, even if she really should have.

 

Iuno was the one to move first. She, of course, was the bolder of the pair, the one who was more self-assured: ready to tackle the entire mountain of dickmeat by herself, if she had to. There was always something really hot in a woman who just went down on her, regardless of her size and her strength. Lupa respected it as much as it made her groan, and there was a lot to groan about.

 

Iuno’s mouth might have been small, comparatively speaking, but it felt nice. Those lips were well-maintained, soft, and luxurious. It was the mouth of a Priestess, a woman who, no matter how much she engaged in combat, was still very soft and very well-bred. Her mouth was meant for sermons as much as it was for kisses, and when they touched down against the side of Lupa’s cock, the only thing she could do was moan with admiration.

 

A hot mouth rolled against the sides of her dick. It pushed into her and kissed warmly, snugly, the skin mashed together. She pushed against the midsection and rose upward, her lips dusting it with hot, plucking gestures. Softness squished down as she leaned in and applied pressure, clearly unafraid of getting down and dirty with the huge dick. That, too, excited Lupa.

 

“Love the enthusiasm,” she purred from the get-go, happy to see the absolutely beautiful blue-haired woman on her knees, kissing the side of her shaft – a dick so big it was the size of her skinny wrist. It throbbed there, twitching powerfully, the meat ready for all sorts of sexual action. Now, she had a girl kissing along the flank of it, her mouth rolling over inch after inch of hardness. “It’s really hot.”

 

Iuno kissed up along the thickness, her small mouth barely making a difference – but still making it twitch happily. She kissed up to the tip and pushed her mouth against it, and despite the crowd, gave it a warm, wet kiss. It was more of a slobber than anything else, and Lupa purred receptively. The audience was sure to be going wild as they watched the illustrious, prodigious, and bratty Priestess go down so lewdly – but Lupa was going wilder still.

 

“Not a bad taste,” Iuno teased as she gently pulled away. She looked up at Lupa and winked, which made the wolf-girl’s passion burn hotter. Grinning wickedly, she watched the slutty Priestess slide down under the meaty girth and kiss there, too. Kiss after kiss, each one warm and eager, showed her a sort of worship and attention that only a holy woman could provide.

 

But she wasn’t the only woman present, merely the one who had taken the lead. The other girl knelt there nervously, watching with wide, rapt eyes. She had said she’d never done this before, and it was clear that she was quite hesitant – but not unenthusiastic. Her lips were parted, her mouth was clearly wet, and she shuffled awkwardly as she gazed at the lewdness unfolding before her eyes.

 

“Come on, Carty,” Lupa drawled teasingly, “Don’t let her have all the fun by herself, eh?”

 

Cartethyia gulped and nodded. “Of course. It’s just – it’s even bigger up close…”

 

Lupa laughed. “I know, but a cutie pie like you can totally handle it.”

 

Cartethyia leaned in a bit. “Well –“

 

Iuno, seemingly annoyed by the routine, reached over, grabbed Cartethyia by the back of the head, and yanked her in. The blonde beauty hit the side of the shaft with a little slap and a whimper; her mouth mashed in against it as the Priestess tugged. There was a brief moment of protest, but Lupa found it all exhilarating. Seeing her blonde friend with her face mashed down was really hot.

 

Her lips rubbed against me for a moment before she had enough room to move. She had clearly never done something quite like this before, and even if she’d given head in her life – she probably had, given her age – she’d never had to tackle a dick so big with another girl across from her. Certainly, she’d never done it in public, which left her quite mortified.

 

But not mortified enough not to stop it. She slid down, then, her nose brushing, her lips rubbing. She kissed it once, twice, warmly, hotly, her breath spilling out in an uncertain rush. She pushed in against the side and dusted it with tender, appreciative touches, where her soft and silky lips were able to make full contact with the white slab of cockmeat.

 

Her touches were dainty and pristine, very ladylike and queenly. Regal, in a way. It was quite the contrast from Iuno, who was diving down with more fervour. Her mouth planted hotter, wetter touches across the huge bulge, and as she nuzzled down, she positively seemed to inhale the huge girth. Her mouth left patches of wetness in her wake, and those were very much appreciated by Lupa.

 

“Oh, that’s quite nice,” Lupa breathed happily. She had Cartethyia planting kisses along the upper inches while Iuno dove down low, her mouth rolling across the base. “Really, really hot, yeah…”

 

Her entire body burned with head when Iuno pressed her lips against the thick bulge at the base of the shaft. It represented another whole inch of body-impaling meat, and one that was designed for one purpose: breeding. It was meant to lock into a cunt and make sure that her load was jammed in as deeply as it could go, and that was probably why Lupa had such a high conception rate.

 

When a girl kissed it like Iuno was doing, it made her entire body jolt. She groaned as those soft lips mashed into it, wrapped around it, suckled half of it into the brimming heat of her mouth. With parted lips, Iuno glomped onto the cock’s girthy haft and suckled it firmly. Wetness gushed as her tongue lapped over the knot, sending Iuno’s pulse racing. She moaned happily and reached down to finger blue hair, just so that she had something to do with her hands.

 

“How kinky,” she breathed out with pleasure.

 

Iuno suckled for a moment, then looked up at her and winked. She didn’t pull away to speak. She, instead, let go with a wet pop, and sent her tongue sliding around inches of intense girlcock. The flat of the pink muscle slurped across the many dense centimeters of the shaft, from the base toward the tip. A long, lavish flutter, which,when combined with Cartethyia’s tentative kissing, was great.

 

Then, when she was at the tip, Iuno purred, “I know my way around a cock, girl.”

 

Her confidence was pleasing. Lupa might have said something about it, but instead, all she did was groan as those soft lips rolled around the tip of her dick and suckled upon it. The woman pulled on the thick tip and buried it into the wet, brimming heat of her mouth, and did so without hesitation; simply clamping around the head and then going down.

 

She embraced it with her soft lips, braced it with her squishy tongue, and pushed down in an eager, bobbing undulation. She sank down by the inch, taking the dick down into her mouth itself. The heat, the pressure, was all wonderful, and exactly what Lupa loved best. A woman's mouth wrapped around her dick was quite frankly only beaten by the feeling of their cunts tugging on her.

 

“Ohhhh,” Lupa sighed. “You’re a bold one, eh?”

 

Iuno pushed down, swallowing up inches of thick, throbbing cockmeat. Their lips were a soft cushion across the thickness and her tongue was a warm carpet that pressed beneath it, forming a landing ramp. She dropped down, taking two, three, then four inches into the heat of her mouth. She pushed a bit farther and made it to five. She dominated about half of the shaft and buried it into that intense, bubbling heat.

 

Iuno was only too happy to fill her mouth up with the huge dick. Lupa admired it, and Cartethyia looked on with awe. Of course, the blonde was now more limited for space with the priestess up above slurping on the dick properly, but that did not mean she didn’t have things to do herself. No, her own mouth was happy to mash itself down, kissing all the way to the knot – and then back again.

 

Hot, open-mouthed kisses, her lips parting, the wet heat of her mouth washing out with every touch. Her pretty lips rolled across the stiffness, caressing it indulgently. They rolled up and around the hardened slab of fuckmeat and plucked at its broad dimensions, leaving the veins twitching and throbbing readily. The woman’s face nuzzled sown, nose brushing and bumping, almost going cross-eyed as they focused on the huge shaft.

 

Her smaller hands lifted up. Nice fingers pressed against the side of the shaft opposite of her mouth and held it up like a sandwich, or something equally ludicrous – but it felt nice. The other hand, meanwhile, moved to cup her huge, sperm-swollen balls, collecting them in a soft and indulgent grip. That made Lupa moan even more, because having her balls played with was always a turn-on for her.

 

“You’re not so shy at all,” Lupa breathed, “being so slutty in front of so many people.”

 

Cartethyia whined and flushed in a fluster, but that did not make her stop. She still kissed and suckled at patches of dickmeat, offering herself up as a prize alongside Iuno. Where the blonde was clearly still very shy, the Priestess was not at all. She bobbed her head fluidly, with lustful glee, her lips tugging at the thickness and her tongue sliding beneath it. She suckled vascular inches as she moved toward the tip, and left behind a sheen of saliva.

 

She suckled on the fat, bulbous cap, and then sank down again. She slurped it up in another hot press and gobbled on the many dense inches before her as if it was nothing. She dove down onto a good four inches, then pushed five; that was where she faltered and fidgeted, her eyes wincing and watering as the shaft bounced against the entrance of her throat.

 

She gurgled a bit, then gagged a bit more. She’d clearly never truly had a dick this size before at all, and was only experienced with much more average ones. That pleased Lupa to see. She loved knowing she was just better than the competition, even if there was no real competition at all. Watching the sexy woman gag across her shaft as she bobbed up and down was insanely hot to her, and feeling her mouth slurp and slobber was great.

 

Lupa basked in it. She caressed blonde hair with her left hand and squeezed her chest with the right one, and otherwise simply enjoyed the simple pleasure of one girl bobbing on her shaft while the other one went down low. Her tail swept around eagerly and brushed the sands aside; such was her eagerness. She groaned happily and readily, embracing all the pleasures which assaulted her.

 

“That’s so hot,” she praised. “Love a pair of girls who know how to have a good time…”

 

Iuno pulled along the fat, heavy tip. She popped off it a second later, leaving a saliva-glazed shaft behind. She appeared to have come up for air, because she took in a few greedy breaths before sliding down and, again, licked the huge shaft. One against the tip, the tongue rolling. One down lower, sliding over meaty thickness. A kiss, a slurp, a slobber, all very moan-inducing.

 

“Come – on,” Iuno said between hot, lusty kisses. She was looking at Cartethyia as she spoke, not Lupa. “You’ve gotta – get a taste – too.”

 

Cartethyia shuffled, nervous, but slid up all the same – letting Iuno almost guide her up, her face a cock’s girth away from the other woman. Almost nose to nose, they licked at the swollen meat of Lupa’s shaft as the blonde took her place at the tip. Iuno even pushed it toward her, as if offering it up on a silver platter.

 

“It’s too big for my mouth,” Cartethyia complained. “Forgive me if I don’t do a good job…”

 

“I’ve wanted those lips around my dick for ages,” Lupa confessed with a laugh. “So just go for it, I‘ll love it anyway.”

 

“…You have?” Cartethyia inquired.

 

“Less flirting, more sucking,’ Iuno pressured, and Cartethyia was the next to push down. She opened her mouth wide and stretched out her tongue even more, preparing herself for the huge girth she was meant to suckle. She sank down from there as best as she could, stiffly, yet hesitantly, embracing the huge, fat canine-cock.

 

It was blatantly clear that her small mouth couldn’t quite handle the huge girth she was meant to be sucking, but she still pushed down all the same. She was a valiant, honourable wandering knight, who would not shirk any challenge – even if that challenge involved sliding down on a big, fat dick in front of a crowd of thousands. It mortified Cartethyia, yes, but she did not slow and she did not stop.

 

She pushed down tenderly, methodically, her mouth confused by the size of the dick she was dealing with, but not unenthused. Her tongue squished down around the wrist-thick meat as best as she could, her tongue awkwardly curling and fluttering beneath the slab of hardness. With her mouth held wide open, she slipped down bit by bit, her mouth offering little more than a wet suckle.

 

She gurgled a heck of a lot as she slipped down, struggling with its raw size. It was just too big for her, clearly, and her cheeks packed out in no time. She slobbered around the wrist-thick slab of meat, her eyes wincing and her mouth sputtering. Her eyes winced down as she reached about the four inch mark, and there she faltered entirely. She couldn't get any further down, and any attempt at it caused a renewed burst of gurgling coughs. Still, Lupa didn’t mind that at all. She very much enjoyed having a cute little thing like Cartethyia gagging on her big dick.

 

“So hot,” Lupa praised lustfully. She bit her lip, fangs sinking into the plush bottom one. “You’re such a cutie, Carty. Love how your mouth looks with my dick stuffing it up.”

 

Cartethyia did not even look up at her. She was fully concentrated on the big dick she was choking on. Her mouth struggled fitfully, and her tongue pushed clumsily, totally unsure of what to do and how to do it. That, though, made things hotter. Awkward sputtering, the wet coughing, the slurping saliva, it was all really hot and totally up Lupa's alley.

 

Watching the beautiful blonde girl shift her head back, struggling to slide across the girthy cock, was a dream come true – almost literally, because Lupa had wanted to see this sort of thing for a while now. She wanted to have the blonde’s lips wrapped around her dick, and now she was getting that all first-hand, right there on the sands of Cartethyia’s defeat.

 

She rose up awkwardly, her mouth squelching as she shifted. It was clear that she was not used to this sort of thing at all, but that did not stop her from moving. Earnest, yes, but determined, like any good knight should be. Her lips rolled along inches and inches of thick dick, sliding toward the bulbous cap. She suckled there, her mouth pulling and tugging, lathering it over with a generous bubble of spittle.

 

As she drooled on the tip, Iuno continued to go down – nuzzling, almost munching, on the big, fat shaft of meat. Her lips closed around sections of thick dickmeat and tugged on it with desire, then pulled away to leave a sloppy kiss-mark in her wake. Her tongue rolled out in a drooling arc, slathering it with more saliva, before sliding back in again.

 

She worked down lower until she was all but making out with the knot itself, causing Lupa to gasp happily. At the same time, Cartethyia sank back down onto the cock she could barely take. Her small mouth engorges, cheeks swelling comically, as she suckled up inches of cockmeat. Her eyes winced the deeper she pushed, showing just how intense it was for her to handle – but handle, she did.

 

Down, more and more, sliding until she hit her four-inch mark again. There, she sputtered, her how mouth offering plentiful little gurgles of strain. It was a lot for her to handle, but handle it, she did. She suckled up a swathe of it, her mouth wrapping warmly around the inches of bludgeoning cockmeat, her saliva sputtering as loudly as her gag reflex. Even those hot gurgles sent pleasant vibrations up and down Lupa’s shaft, to her glee.

 

“Love having a cute girl suck on top while another hottie goes down low,” Lupa groaned happily. “Ah – but you can go lower, can’t ya? Come on, Iuno, give the crowd a real show.”

 

She was vague with her meaning, but not her desire. It was something that Iuno picked up on. Her mouth went down eagerly, suckling on the fat knot at the base, her mouth pulling at stiff sections of vascular cockmeat with pure and honest desire. She went down lower, too, her face nuzzling beneath the massive girth, drawing across veiny inches without fail.

 

Down, toward the base, toward the fat, heavy, swollen ballsack that hung beneath it all. She ran her tongues over the breeding-sacks with a wet squelch that made Lupa moan happily. Her lips kissed down with a ferocity that was utterly pleasing. Her lips closed down in hot, eager little kisses that decorated the fat sack with loving attention. Down she went, nuzzling further, her desires running as hot as Lupa’s.

 

While Iuno kissed her sack, Cartethyia continued to awkwardly bob above. She really didn’t know how to handle a dick of that size at all, but she still enthusiastically slurped upon it. Her head rose and fell in shallow, sloppy arcs, her tongue awkwardly curling as if it had nowhere to go, and her jaw clumsily stretching in an attempt to handle it all.

 

Messy, but gratifying. She tugged at the shaft with her lips and gurgled against it with wet appreciation. Her awkwardly curling tongue still felt nice as it massaged the thickness, no matter how unintentional. Her small mouth made sure that there was a constant source of skin contact, and it felt particularly luxurious. The silkiness suckled and slurped as the girl bobbed and gagged, doing her absolute best with it.

 

“Atta girl,” Lupa groaned. “Damn, that’s really nice… Shucks…”

 

More and more saliva bubbled up from the seal of Cartethyia’s lips the longer she went down. She clearly couldn’t control her own spit when she sucked dick, and so most of it vacated the loose seal of her lips in a sloppy froth. It was still less shameless than the drool which bathed her ballsack when Iuno all but attacked the sperm-heavy mounds, kissing and licking as if that was her only goal in life.

 

Sucking on them, as if that was her highest purpose. Her mouth plucked, then surrounded, an entire swollen ball, and pulled it past her soft lips in an instant – like a vacuum at full power. She slurped it inside and tugged on it, bathing it in the slick heat of her mouth. Lupa, again, groaned, her entire cock throbbing and surging with excitement as a slut simply slurped on her ballsack.

 

“So hot,” she exclaimed in a wolf-like growl. “Fuck…”

 

She worked her jaw around and shuddered happily as Iuno slurped on one of her balls, head positioned below the huge and daunting shaft, while Cartethyia bobbed and suckled on the upper inches. She pulled and squished on about a third of the huge length, or just about half of it. Only four at a time, but she did her best with it. Saliva gushed, wetness bubbled, and gags filled the air as the wincing girl kept on going.

 

The crowd was sure to be loving it just as much as Lupa was. They were seeing their Priestess gurgle on a set of fat breeding-balls while another babe slurped on the tip, and it only got more obscene by the moment. Cartethyia popped away with a wet gush and a spray of drool once she needed air, and then she was heaving and panting while diving down and letting her face nuzzle beneath the huge girth – so big it cast a shadow over her face.

 

She nuzzled down, kissing and sucking, her tongue rolling over it. Iuno, at the same time, pulled at Lupa’s left nut nice and firmly, to her pleasure. Ever the greedy gladiator, Lupa growled, “You know what? Join Iuno, come on, show me what your mouth can do –“

 

Cartethyia was inexperienced and clumsy, but she was a good and obedient knight. She sank down with the same wanton excitement as Iuno and nuzzled right into Lupa’s fat balls, as if that was where she belonged – and her mouth pulled and plucked with the same reckless excitement. She lavished it with the same attention, her lips kissing, her tongue rolling, tracing out the heavy curves until they dripped with spit.

 

And then she, too, sucked on one of her nuts, pulling it against her mouth. She couldn’t get all the way onto it, but she did a damned good job all the same – and it drove Lupa wild. She groaned hungrily as the two pretty sluts went cheek-to-cheek, skin rubbing, their hair serving as nothing more than a cockrest. It was crazy, obscene, and totally amazing.

 

Lupa loved it. She kept on loving it as the two prizes pulled away from her balls with a sloppy slobber and drew around with an eager, sopping gush, and began to plant kisses and licks across the entirety of the throbbing girth. They were almost kissing across from one another, their noses close enough to be brushing – and Lupa continued to find that insanely hot.

 

“You know what?” Lupa groaned, “Make out around the tip, alright?”

 

She barely even needed to ask. No matter how confused Cartethyia was, she obeyed. No matter how self-aggrandizing Iuno was, she complied. They both wrapped their lips around the head of the fat dick and, with a wet gush of passion, slurped it up and locked lips together. Now, they were all but making out around the bulbous crown, their tongues sliding and their lips connected lovingly.

 

It was so slutty and so hot that it drove Lupa wild. She groaned and curled her fingers through both of their hairlines, combing up blonde and blue with equal fervour. She pulled as they made out, showering her tip with spittle; the stuff truly gushing, now. It only grew messier when Iuno again took the shaft inside of her mouth and began to blow it enthusiastically, as if there was nothing else she wanted to do.

 

She shamelessly gurgled it up and slurped upon it. Her mouth dove down in hot, eager slurps, but the shaft was still a bit too big for her to really handle it. She could take more than Cartethyia did, but only an inch or two. She was still sent into gagging slobbers as she dove down, but she was not reluctant because of it. Even as her gag reflex triggered, she happily bobbed away.

 

She sucked up and down, her mouth moving with warm efficiency. Her lips pulled at the twitching, pulsating meat, and blew it with clumsy passion. It was as if Iuno was trying to show off how good she was at this sort of thing, but failed to really convey it when she was dealing with the biggest, fattest, most throbbing cock she’d ever had to deal with in her life – just a mountain of dickmeat.

 

She pulled and bobbed with hot, heavenly slurps, filling Lupa’s hyper-sensitive ears with sticky noises of pleasure. At the same time as Iuno’s ravenous slurping, Cartethyia made out with the rest of the shaft – kissing and licking, leaving imprints of her lipstick in her wake. It was a beautiful thing to have one girl sucking and another one licking, and it just never seemed to end.

 

When Iuno popped off, Cartethyia was urged up to take her place. From there, it was all gagging slurps and awkward bobs, but it still felt great. The entire pillar of her dick was twitching with desire and warmth, the many vascular veins throbbing with appreciation and anticipation. It was one of the best things that she could imagine, and having the two sluts go down on her was a dream come true.

 

One, and the other both alternating, both moving with sticky efficiency – suckling, bobbing, licking, and kissing, hands jerking, pumping away at twitching girlcock. They kissed across from it, both moving with a sort of mewling excitement. Their lips clamped down as they planted messy kisses over the girth, sometimes even kissing around it. They went down, and up, moving just for the sake of pleasuring her – and Lupa was close to the edge.

 

“Damn, girls, you’re so hot like this,” Lupa breathed out. “Nothing beats a good double blowjob after a great – ah – fight…”

 

She stroked their hair and curled it around her fingers. She began to bite her lip and hiss harder as her dick really twitched and throbbed, jerking around like a firehose – the head pulsating with need. Her balls were churning, clenching, rising and falling, preparing for a good, hard nut. It was impossible not to embrace it head-on, and when the two beauties locked lips around her tip, she could handle no more.

 

Lupa tossed her head back and groaned happily as she let her concentration go. Not even a full second later, her dick began to throb and unleash itself. Rivers and ropes of cum came blasting out as thick as goo and dense as paste, smothering the faces of the two beautiful women in front of her. Lapping tongues were gunked up with semen, suckling lips were smattered with jizz, and confused mouths were drowned with potent batter.

 

It came out in a torrential flood that was almost beyond belief, pouring out of powerful balls with intense clenches. Lupa moaned in pleasure as her orgasm rushed through her entire body in sizzles, leaving her nerve endings blazing. Her cock twitched and throbbed as it pumped the mouths of two women with its gooey bounty, which they both somewhat struggled to handle – it was a lot, after all, for both of them.

 

Cartethyia reeled back, coughing and sputtering, unable to handle that much cum. It was just a giant mouthful of the stuff that caused her to gag and choke, half of it swallowed down awkwardly, the other half pouring down her chin in dribbles. It stained the front of her dress, and the whiteness seemed so much more pronounced that way.

 

Iuno similarly reeled back, despite her supposed ‘experience’. She jerked away and covered her mouth with her hand as she choked down throatfuls of baby-batter. Her proximity to the dick put her in the perfect range for a facial, which spattered across her beautiful features in white lines and stringing ropes – covering up her right eye and half of her cheek.

 

“So much!” Cartethyia gasped as she choked down her load. “Goodness, ah – my dress is a mess…”

 

Iuno similarly sputtered out a  few gurgling breaths and coughed hard. “G-geez, how backed up are you? That’s a lunch and a half…”

 

“Ah,… my balls are always really full in my mating season,” Lupa said proudly, though a bit tiredly; it did take a bit out of her, but she enjoyed it. “That was amazing, though. Gosh, I gotta do this more often – just get a pair of cuties to make out around my cock…”

 

Iuno wiped cum away from her eyes, trying to clean up the worst of the facial. Cartethyia was still gulping down seed, clearing up her throat. The two of them looked almost winded from the sheer amount of the stuff, and between the seed dripping down one girl’s chin and the jizz staining another’s face, she couldn’t be more excited.

 

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your prize,” Iuno said with a sniff of self-righteousness. “It’s not every day someone gets to feel my mouth.”

 

“Y-yes, I hope that was adequate,” Cartethyia agreed a moment later.

 

Lupa looked at them both and began to laugh. They changed looks of their own, seemingly confused. “Why are you all making it sound like we’re done? We’re not. That was the warmup.”

 

Cartethyia blinked nervously. “You don’t mean…?”

 

“You girls got me nice and wet, but we’re definitely not done,” Lupa said with a bold, eager grin. “I’m going to enjoy my two prizes properly, and that means I’m gonna be balls-deep in ya both.”

 

Iuno snorted incredulously and tossed her hair behind her shoulder, trying to look confident despite the cum dripping from her face. “You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?”

 

Lupa winked. “A little bit, but I know what I like – and that’s hot girls underneath me. So…” She licked her lips and stared at them both quite hungrily. “How about we get those clothes off, eh?”

 

“Here and now? Like this?” Cartethyia murmured. “But there are so many people, I don’t think, uhm –“

 

“You just blew me in public, I think you can get naked,” Lupa said eagerly. She reached down and scooped the beautiful blonde to her feet, causing her to swoon slightly. There was zero hesitation in Lupa’s body: she was nothing short of eager. She dragged on the blonde’s dress the moment she could and yanked it above her head, because that was the easiest thing for her to manage.

 

She stripped her down with quick, hungry movements, uncaring of how Cartethyia giggled nervously or trembled anxiously. She was totally unused to any of this, and being shown off in all her naked glory for the eyes of thousands was pretty crazy to her – but Lupa didn’t care. She enjoyed it. She savoured the sight of naked flesh before her: a body that was slender, waif-like, and princess-built.

 

An elegant body, not particularly curvy all around, but still very pretty. Nice hips, a gentle waist, and soft breasts that were only a handful. Very nice legs and a great, peach-shaped ass that looked perfect for gripping. Cartethyia was just a beautiful girl all around, and the sight of her made Lupa’s dick throb that much more.

 

“H-hey, wait, c-can’t we do this more privately?” Cartethyia yelped, but it was truly too little, too late. She was naked before Lupa, and as the wolf-girl inhaled her scent and took in her beauty, she was overcome by desire.

 

“Nope,” Lupa said all too eagerly as she shoved them both down to the sandy ground. Iuno yelped as much as Cartethyia did and scrambled out of the way of the smaller blonde being pinned down. “Sorry, love, but I’ve been waiting to fuck you for ages; I’m not waiting another second.”

 

“Y-you have?” Cartethyia stammered, as if somehow surprised by that fact.

 

“Yeah, but you never got the hint,” Lupa laughed boldly and wildly, her enthusiasm reaching a fever-pitch. Though she had just cum, her cock demanded that it be buried in soft, female flesh – and there was a naked beauty right there in front of her. She eagerly pushed Cartethyia’s slim, dainty body down into the sand and pinned her there, then started to pull at her legs. “I’ve been waiting for this!”

 

Before Cartethyia could get another word in, Lupa grabbed her legs and yanked them up high. She pulled them skyward as if they were toys, abusing their luscious flexibility to point feet to the sky – much to the roaring adulation of the apparently incredibly horny crowd. Maybe, seeing a beautiful girl get pinned down was all they needed to shed their moral dignity.

 

It didn’t really matter to Lupa. With the sound pouring on her back, she pushed down on Cartethyia’s legs – shoving them straight toward the woman’s face. She yelped indignantly, quite unable to process the sheer ferocity with which her friend pinned her down into nothing short of a full-on mating press: her legs slammed against firm shoulders, her knees bouncing down toward her own breasts, her ankles flopping above her head.

 

A hand slamming into the sand by her blonde hair, pinning her down, whilst the other pawed at a pussy-hungry cock.

 

“Oh my gosh!” Cartethyia yelped. “T-this isn’t like any position I’ve ever seen!”

 

“It’s a mating press, great for hot blonde babes,’ Lupa said. “Trust me, I’m an expert on that.”

 

Cartethyia was red as a beet, her eyes gazing down past swinging breasts to the dick that slapped against her pelvis – threatening to reach her belly button, knot and all. “A-ah, I don’t even think it’ll fit!”

 

“It will,” Lupa promised as she rubbed her dick down past the lovely swell of the woman’s pelvis and over the flushed folds of her cunt. The slick, glazed head of her dick prodded at that luscious pinkness, sending a thrill across her spine. She was about to do it; she was going to finally rail Cartethyia exactly how she deserved.

 

Cartethyia tremored nervously. “Lupa, it’s – it’s not a safe day today, so please, at least promise to pull out?”

 

Lupa released a torrent of happy laughter. “Ah, I can’t promise that, love. It’s really hard for me to pull out of a hot lady, especially in my mating season.”

 

“But we’re not ready to be parents!” the beautiful, lovely blonde stammered in clear confusion.

 

That just made Lupa laugh. “Babe, I’ve nutted in so many girls that like, I’ve got a few dozen tykes running around! I never really counted, but there’s gotta be a ton of pink-haired girls out there in Rinascita!”

 

Cartethyia yelped with confusion. “You’ve gotta be kidding…!”

 

Those words, that shock, did not, in any way, slow the movements of her body. She had Cartethyia down in a mating press, and she was absolutely eager to get down to it. She wasn’t going to wait another second; the heat thrumming through her body and her already-boiling blood demanded action. She was going to get it, no matter what.

 

And so down she went, starting to push down against the tightness of Cartethyia’s body. The meat of her shaft speared against those flowery folds, parting them in an instant. Cockmeat was sliding down with intimate desire, because all Lupa felt was an intense need to rut and breed like the half-animal her Resonance demanded her to be.

 

With no words of warning and nothing but lustful fervour coursing through her veins, she sent herself sliding down. Not too hard, though, because she was sure that Cartethyia was a girl who was less accustomed to taking cock than someone like Iuno; that much was clear from her nervous expression and the sensation of tightness which already began to assault Lupa’s dick.

 

But, that did not stop the lustful descent of her hips. It didn’t matter if someone was too tight or not; Lupa had done this sort of thing a thousand times before, and would a thousand times hence. She was too sex-hungry and horny to approach Cartethyia any differently than she would other women: she very simply and very eagerly began to drill her saliva-dripping cock down into the tightness of a perfect female body.

 

Down she went, groaning every bit of the way. It was tight, exactly how she expected. Very, very tight, very warm and very wet, perfectly suited for her dick – a gripping snugness that made Lupa moan as she drilled forward. She didn’t move too fast in case she hurt the girl, but her downward-pushing pace was nothing short of dominant. She knew exactly what she was doing and how firmly to thrust down, and she was more than eager to get balls-deep into her newest, latest slut.

 

For her, it was nothing new – just a great, tight hole to be buried in. For Cartethyia, however, it was far more intense, because she’d clearly never had a dick of that size in her before. No cock she would have ever taken would compare to Lupa’s sheer size, whether it was length or girth. She totally outmatched any competition she could have, or so she was confident about, and for the blonde, it was intense.

 

Intense and dizzying, perhaps. Cartethyia squeaked out a sloppy moan and flung her hands around to grab onto Lupa’s arms, which pinned her down – one to the left of her head, the other, for now, guiding the big dick down into the tightness of her tunnel. She squeezed down and pinched the skin in an instant, almost leaving a mark.

 

“Oh my gosh!” Cartethyia wailed out, her fingers clawing into her skin. “I-ti’s so big! It’s even bigger than it looks!”

 

Lupa laughed gutturally, her voice low, husky, and hungry for more. “I know, baby, and you’re going to take all of it.”

 

Down she went, grinding into the tightness of that frankly perfect pussy. It was so very narrow and snug around her, gripping her in a vice-tight seal that was almost impossible to shift. It was clear that Cartethyia had never been stretched out worth a damn before,  and so every sliding inch brought pure, friction-filled joy to Lupa. It just felt so nice around her cock that it was insane, and it made her groan happily.

 

Gorgeous heat surrounded her now, almost wrapping around her cock in a warm, fuzzy blanket. The warmth was very intense, but not as much as the shocking and oppressive tightness. Cartethyia’s cunt was squeezing her cock in a vice-tight seal that refused to let go, and the deeper she pushed, the more incredibly it was – a gripping fervour that made her shaft throb and tremble happily.

 

“Damn, girl, you’re so tight,” Lupa groaned happily, “You feel as amazing as I was hoping…!”

 

Cartethyia yelped out a sloppy, torrid noise. Her legs, which were braced upon Lupa’s shoulders through the mating press, trembled. Her hands gripped onto her arms tightly, doing their best to achieve something – and did nothing. “You’re so big, it’s so big, oh my gosh, oh, S-Sentinel - !”

 

She squirmed and mewled as Lupa dove down into the wet, tight seal of her cunt, shoving herself down into the beautiful pussy before her. Her hips worked down with immeasurable force and fervour, yet she did not simply slam in balls-deep – not with Cartethyia. She stretched her out methodically, showing perfect bodily control as she worked herself down by the inch. Bit by bit, stretching and pushing, going from three inches to five, and five to seven, in no time at all.

 

Despite Cartethyia’s squeaking, her tight, slick cunt accepted the huge dick. It was eager for her shaft, no matter how inexperienced she might have seemed. Insides contorted readily around the huge swell of wolf-cock, the girth stretching her out with delicious ease. When Lupa rolled her hips in a grinding stroke, that simply made the blonde moan that much harder. Her breath left her in a scratchy rush that Lupa loved to hear.

 

“This is seriously some amazing pussy,” Lupa breathed happily. “You feel so good wrapped around me, Carty!”

 

Cartethyia wailed out a sloppy noise and clung to Lupa’s forearms, unable to do anything else in the mating press. Her calves flopped and her toes curled beside the gladiator's pink hair, which appeared positively fiery as the sun beamed down upon it. The studly warrioress curled her waist and rolled her hips around, grinding the huge shaft across slick folds.

 

“Yeah, you really are a prize,” Lupa groaned out with breathless enthusiasm. “I’m gonna enjoy stretching you out…”

 

Lupa, being the immeasurable stud she was, did not waste a single second. She rolled her waist around and pulled out in a heartbeat, swinging her marvelously toned hips and flexing her incredibly fit belly. She dragged her shaft out by the inch, yanking it free of gripping, sopping folds – the pussy tugging on her for dear life, but failing to make any difference at all.

 

Nothing slowed the rapaciousness of Lupa’s desires. She swung out, her tail fluttering behind her like a cape. Her knee adjusted against the soft, sandy ground, finding better purchase. She rolled, and then she thrust, diving down into the slick embrace of tight, squeezing pussy. She drove her cock down as if it was her sword, spearing it into female flesh – which was what it had been craving this entire time.

 

At the end of the day, Lupa was a fighter with a Resonance ability that almost turned her into a canine. She was a wolf-girl, for lack of any better word, and it showed. When she was in her heat, when it soaked her over, she was a fighting machine and a sex machine at the same time. She wanted to do nothing but fuck and fight. With a beautiful woman pinned down in a mating press, she did nothing but embrace her feral desires and rut into the sloppy embrace of her cunt.

 

As she thrust, she moaned lavishly. “You’re so tight! Damn, you feel so good, Cartethyia!”

 

The blonde squeaked and moaned. She gripped onto Lupa’s arms and flung her head back so that her blonde hair haloed about her head. “You’re stretching me out so much! This is – this is insane, I didn’t even think that  - that they could get s-so big, oh, ah - !”

 

She wailed out a sloppy note of confused pleasure. She could barely handle this, yet was enjoying what Lupa gave her. She just didn’t know how to handle the biggest cock of her life rutting through her, drilling down into the warm, wet heat of her core – pushing out narrow walls, filling them up more than seemed to make sense. She was being stuffed up by wolf-cock, and she was loving it in a way she couldn’t process.

 

“So deep!” Cartethyia wailed in a voice that she’d never used before: something high-pitched and squeaky with strain. Lupa found it beautiful. Grinning, she dove down over top of the slender princess, her body bearing forward with muscular ease. Her breasts swung between the gaps of shoulder-braced thighs and her strong stomach curled overtop of the blonde, applying more pressure to upturned thighs.

 

“Yeah, you like that, eh?” Lupa teased. “All girls do, once they get my dick in ‘em.”

 

A ridiculous statement, but a true one. Lots of girls just turned to mush once Lupa really hit her stride and showed them how talented she was with her shaft – how she rolled her hips around with a perfect blend of force and power, her athleticism causing stomach muscles to curl and flex alongside her pushes. She rolled her waist around in a broad, grinding arc, working the silken flesh of womanly insides around her truncheon of a shaft.

 

Again, to the sound of squeaking, womanly cries, she was pulling out, yanking her shaft free from that syrupy seal of tightness – drawing out as fast as she could, and feeling Cartethyia squirm all the while. The beautiful girl shuddered beneath her, folds gripping roughly, insides twisting plaintively, struggling around the sheer size of that girthy shaft. It was a beautiful thing to feel, and Lupa was loving it.

 

“So good,” Lupa groaned as she dove down again, sinking eagerly into the softness of female flesh. Her hips swung and plapped across the upturned swells of Cartethyia's thighs, which quivered in the wake of her blow. “You feel incredible around me, baby.”

 

Cartethyia whined out a sloppy, confused noise of pleasure. “You’re so deep, you’re so deep, I – oh, gosh!”

 

The blonde squealed in confused pleasure as the huge dick bore down into the sopping heat of her cunt, stretching her out more and more by the moment. The thickness drilled through her, ground down across shivering walls, and then pulled back again. With every passing moment, Lupa’s pace smoothened out and grew bolder, more assured, hitting her messy stride.

 

“Mfgh!” Cartethyia squeaked torridly. “So much, it’s just so much!”

 

“Not so shy now, are you?” Lupa teased with desire. She was bubbling with arousal, and her blood was singing with the triumph of sex. She was drilling down with every-increasing force and power, hitting her stride and really stretching the girl out. Never too fast, not really pounding her, but still going far faster than likely anyone had done for the girl before.

 

The cock crashed home into the sopping heat of pussy, now almost balls-deep – but only almost. The fleshy swell of her knot prevented her from getting that much deeper, and it thumped stubbornly across soft, feminine folds. Still, it was more than enough to bring Lupa to pleasure, and she moaned with sloppy joy as she basked in the satisfaction of good, honest sex.

 

She admired the way that the blonde’s face twisted in pleasure as she was railed. It was always a joy for Lupa to see a girl come undone at the metaphorical hands of her dick. She loved seeing them twitch and wail as the slab of a shaft thudded into the wetness of her core, drilling down to the meaty hilt – knot thwapping, balls clapping forward. It was nothing but pure, sexual desire, and Lupa thrived on it.

 

“Lupa!” Cartethyia whined. “Oh gosh, oh, y-yes, ah, ah…!”

 

Lupa grinned wickedly. Her hands planted themselves on either side of Cartethyia’s hairline, really dominating her in every way that mattered. “You like that dick stretching you out, huh?”

 

“Y-yes!” Cartethyia whined throatily. Her spine arched pitifully, but it achieved nothing; she was mating-pressed into the ground, quite unable to move. “It’s just so intense, it’s so – it’s – a-ah…!”

 

Lupa laughed as Cartethyia wailed and shivered beneath her. The wolf-girl watched it all play out in front of her while eagerly swinging her hips around, stuffing tight pussy to the brim with achingly fat cock. The shaft cored into the slut, parting her walls and filling them with as much dick as they possibly could. The blonde struggled to take it, yet moaned for every bitchbreaking inch.

 

Her hands clawed at Lupa’s arms, and that only excited her even more. Grinning and growling, the pinkette thumped down and hammered deep into that fertile snatch – grinding away at a body that seemed truly ripe for the plucking. Somehow, Lupa could just smell how fertile the woman really was. Maybe, she had been telling the truth about it not being a safe day.

 

That only excited her even more. Growling with pleasure and hunger combined, she started to drill down just a bit faster, just a bit harder, her cock thudding deep into the squelching embrace of perfect pussy. Her tits swung and wobbled as she drilled down in fierce, cunt-stretching arcs, to her pleasure. Cartethyia could barely handle most of it, and she whined and clenched up with sloppy intent.

 

Her body bore down against those upraised legs, sending them into shivers and thuds. Her toned belly smacked across the plushness of thighs, making them quiver beautifully – calves even slipping and bouncing over her shoulders. Feet careened wildly, with Cartethyia’s still-present heels flopping around in a way that made Lupa laugh. A full-on mating press was always a hell of a drug for the gladiator, that was for sure.

 

“So tight,” Lupa groaned. “So good, yeah, shit…!”

 

She pounded down with ever-increasing frequency. Her pelvis was plapping against those soft, pillowy thighs, making them squish down appetizingly. The entirety of the woman’s legs bounced around as they were smacked against, and heels bobbed comically - nearly falling off the blonde’s feet at points. It was all so very amusing, but Lupa only had eyes for Cartethyia’s quivering, gasping face.

 

The girl was panting hard and looked like she was having the time of her life. Her eyes were glazed and dazed, nearly rolling up and certainly going cross-eyed. She was a wheezing mess, her head curling up into the sand, her neck extended, all as that thrusting slab of a dick knocked the air out of her lungs. She moaned both joyously and whorishly, quivering in delight as the big dick rammed into her snatch.

 

Her hands clawed into Lupa’s arms. She was wailing as she was railed into mush, her insides twisting and spasming with each deep, heady stroke. She was being fucked out of her mind, and it didn’t stop. Her insides were growing tighter, contracting harder, her folds gripping and squeezing for dear life - right on the cusp of release. Lupa felt it distinctly, and that brought her joy.

“Gonna cum?” Lupa breathed with playful hunger. “Cum for me, beautiful. Come on, show me how much you love my dick, alright?”

“Mfgh!” Cartethyia squealed. She shivered, her face tightening, as the clear pleasure overwhelmed her. It was something she was not used to, something she could barely handle, and she could not control it from burning through her in a tidal wave. Even while Lupa rammed into her cunt with ever-increasing power, her insides twisted hard, ferociously milking the shaft.

 

Cartethyia hit an intense peak right then and there. Her insides twisted around the fat dick and smothered it in a heap of juices that churned and gushed around the thrusting meat. Insides were tighter than ever as they tugged hard while honey-thick release spattered Lupa. She found it entrancing and intense at the same time, and it made her roar out a noise of surprised pleasure.

“Shit,” she swore, “Y-you’re so much tighter, damn!”

Lupa continued to thrust and slam away at the sloppy, gushing pussy ahead of her, but her pace was a little bit more awkward now, a tiny bit more skewed. The tightened hole was too intense to handle, and the wolf-girl felt her stamina fade - but she kept on going, kept on fucking, her waist pounding down in hard, jagged strokes.

“I’m close too,” Lupa growled. She furiously hammered down, her fat knot slapping against a soaked cunt. Walls bent around her as she fitfully plowed ahead, her pace furious and hungry. “And you know what that means, r-right?”

Cartethyia, of course, couldn’t respond. She was too busy moaning her brains out for it. But, she had to feel the fat knot smacking against her folds, seeking entry. She had to realize that Lupa was furiously ramming down for the sake of getting that big knot inside. There was no way she didn’t notice it.

“Gonna knot you,” Lupa groaned, “And stuff you right up!”

There was no warning about it being an unsafe day or anything. Lupa barely even remembered that it was a factor at all. She just kept on going, kept on slamming, desperate to get her knot inside - because that was who she was. She craved this sort of thing, and she had to get it. Each deep slam into the mating-pressed blonde got her closer, pushed her knot furiously against those folds for the sake of entry.

 

One thrust.

 

Two thrusts.

 

Three.

 

With a herculean groan, Lupa forced herself down to the hilt - and rammed her engorged knot down into those tight, squishy, sloppy folds. She knotted Cartethyia with a wild, furious moan of pleasure, and felt nothing but delight as the swollen bulge was finally hilted inside of a tight pussy. She cried out with joy and pushed her entire body weight down in one pinning gesture, fully folding Cartethyia beneath her.

 

And with that, Lupa began to breed.

 

She did not truly do it with any real intention. She wasn’t there to purposefully put a baby into Cartethyia’s body, but it was also only instinct for her to hold herself down and pump the amazing slut full of her cum. Hot, gushing ropes of release, pouring directly out into the woman’s unprotected cunt.

 

Unprotected and perfectly fertile, which she could positively smell. The woman’s ovaries were ripe for the plucking, and Lupa’s enhanced, wolf-like senses told her that implicitly. Why she had that knowledge, she did not understand - but she could smell it, senses it out,and hone in on it like a seeking missile. It left her feeling ravenous, and spurred her to pump out every last drop of her load inside.

 

Lupa groaned in pleasure and dumped her load inside with utter relish. Knotting a slut was always an amazing feeling, and since there was now no chance of pulling out, she held herself down over Cartethyia’s legs and let it all happen - let ropes and strings of hot baby-batter spattered that clenching, shivering cunt.

 

It was a relentless, unyielding wave of cream, designed to drench a girl’s womb and paint it over in white. It was a pure, piping-hot breeding-load of cum, quite unlike anything that Cartethyia would ever feel, ever again. She was already a squealing mess, and now it was ten times more intense: her entire body trembling as she was totally, utterly filled to the brim with baby-batter.

 

Getting stuffed with cum was only one half of the story: the other half was getting utterly bred. Cartethyia was fertile, and thus, totally vulnerable to Lupa’s hyper-virile cum. Her body was ready for a baby, and even if that was not the intention, that was the result. Her vulnerable eggs were drowned in the tide of Lupa’s virility, her ovaries overwhelmed in moments.

 

Lupa could not see it. She could not be certain of it. But, somehow, she could almost smell it: she could almost tell that the rushing flood of all her cum bred Cartethyia right then and there, on the sands of the coliseum. The crowd was roaring, Lupa was moaning, the blonde was wheezing, and everything just felt perfect. A good fight, a good fuck, and now, a good breeding - what was more to enjoy?

 

Lupa shuddered in pleasure. Her tail whipped around like a flag. She pushed and curled, her waist rolling. Her knotted dick ground across shivering walls, which continued to grip her in a breeding-fugue. Sweat slicked her body, but Lupa did not feel particularly tired. She was hyped up and soaring with the high of her conquest, and having Cartethyia beneath her in a well-fucked state only made her more excited.

 

“Oh my gosh,” Iuno murmured, “You just knotted her? Seriously?”

 

Lupa blinked. She whipped her head around and only then realized that Iuno was still there - because of course she was, where would she have gone? Lupa had simply forgotten about her as she mating-pressed Cartethyia. Blinking a few times, she focused on the sexy Priestess, realizing that she had gotten entirely naked at some point. Her clothes were neatly folded on the ground beside her, but she still had her expensive bangles and bracelets on.

 

Naked, though. Very naked, and very clearly touching herself: a hand between her legs, another on her chest, enjoying the show. It made Lupa grin rakishly. She licked her teeth, winked, and purred, “Of course I did. Kinda hard not to - well, knot a cutie, right?”

 

“I really wouldn’t know,” Iuno said with husky self-righteousness. “I’m shocked it even fit…”

 

“It always fits,” Lupa chuckled. “Right, Carty?”

 

Cartethyia gurgled in a fuck-drunk mess.

 

“See?” Lupa winked again.

 

Iuno licked her lips. “I do hope you still have more left in you…”

 

“Of course I do!” She rolled her hips experimentally, filling the air with wet churning noises - but otherwise, nothing else. She could not move too well. “Er, the only problem is that I’m, well, knotted for a bit….”

 

Iuno snorted at her. “Dummy.”

 

“Eh, it’s fine. I’ll just wait for it to deflate.” Lupa grinned, waved her tail around, and then began to move. Without hesitation and with even less effort, she pulled Cartethyia up into her arms, and then into the air - lifting her mating-pressed figure, legs and all. Those limbs flopped over her shoulders and down into the crook of her arms, but that meant little to her.

 

“O-oh, g-gosh!” Cartethyia whimpered with strain. She was clearly overwhelmed by the strength Lupa displayed, how she lifted her up despite being totally knotted up - her cunt stuffed, her folds jammed, every bit of her filled. “Y-you’re still going?”

 

“Hey, of course I am,” Lupa laughed throatily. “Everyone knows that the best way to deflate a knot is to fuck it away, see?”

 

“That makes no sense!” Cartethyia wailed, but she was too much of a fuck-drunk heap to really say anything more effectual. All she could do was clumsily wrap her legs and arms around Lupa as she bounced her up into a carry-fuck-style position, easy as could be. The crowd was cheering again, Iuno was staring with fascination, and the victorious gladiator felt nothing but heart-racing hype.

 

Lupa growled happily as she ground her knot into the tightness of perfectly slick, cum-washed pussy. It locked all that seed in there and bloated Cartethyia out, but it did not, in any way, satisfy Lupa. She remained a high-powered sex machine, and with eagerness, she squeezed the beautiful little blonde and pushed her hips around in a rolling arc of pure sexual hunger.

 

“I just can’t get enough of pussy this nice,” she said with a happy, husky growl of pleasure. She squeezed the woman’s fat ass and felt her limbs awkwardly cling to her. Cartethyia was far more tired than she was, and it showed. She was drained, perhaps even a bit exhausted, overwhelmed by her climax, the knot, the weight of cum – the works. “Just one more round, yeah?”

 

Her usually chipper and passionate voice was marred by the depths of her sexual starvation. She pulled on her lovely body and pushed her weight up, dragging the fat swell of her knot across the glistening expanse of pussy. Walls folded and worked against her as she bounced the woman up in her arms, thoroughly manhandling her over the many thick inches of her shaft.

 

Of course, she could not move too far. The knot remained lodged inside quite potently, and it only allowed for a little bit of movement- but it was enough for Lupa to enjoy herself. Her knot didn’t stop her from getting a few inches deeper, from screwing the weight of her girthy meat across those slick, shivering insides. She felt them tremble so much harder as the bulge of flesh scraped against them, bulging and stuffing more than seemed rational.

 

Certainly, for Cartethyia, it was a whole new experience – a day of firsts for the woman, truly. Even if she had lots of dick in her life, even if she had dick the size of Lupa – which she did not – she would never be accustomed to the feeling of a girthy knot grinding against her cunt. This was all new, all excited, totally sloppy and torrid. It left her squeaking and shivering intensely, and they were just a few moments in.

 

“Oh my gosh, it’s even more intense now,” Cartethyia wheezed, as if on queue – a delightful little thing, frankly. “It’s not possible, it’s just not p-possible…!”

 

She whined as the fat knot ground deeper into her snatch with a forceful little shove. It took a lot of exertion on Lupa’s part to move, but it wasn’t all that hard for her. She'd done it before, so she had experience. It was also very wet, very syrupy, and filled with cum, so she had enough lube to make this work.

 

“Love having a girl realize how good my knot is,” Lupa replied with husky excitement. She leaned in and nuzzled against Cartethyia's neck, running her lips over the soft, silky white skin. She began to kiss it, plucking at the fair whiteness, and she was not gentle at any point. She was rough, feverish, and filled with desire, translating all of her lusts into eager kisses.

 

She nuzzled into her neck and went down like a corn on the cob. Her squeezed into doughy assmeat, bending it in her hand while seeking a better handhold. With a firm tug and a forceful pull, she shifted the beautiful girl inches higher on her shaft, dragging her up and up some more. The knot ground across sensitive pink flesh, leaving the blonde breathless-  which Lupa enjoyed.

 

She could hear her breathlessness from the crook of her vibrating neck. It made Lupa purr that much more. She sank down and nipped at her skin, fangs dragging across the vibrating hollow. Her hands sank deep into a plush ass and yanked Cartethyia an inch higher across her shaft, until it seemed like the knot might pop out – and then she dropped her eight back down, impaling her with another hungry bounce.

 

“Mfgh!” Cartethyia wheezed. She shuddered and clung to Lupa’s strong body, wrapping arms and legs over her broad, powerful frame. Though Lupa was not excessively muscular, she was a lot bigger and stronger than Cartethyia was, and it showed as she manhandled this beautiful sip of a blonde in her arms like a toy. “You’re so strong!”

 

“I know, baby girl,” Lupa purred against her neck, her words half-muffled. “And that’s just how I like it.”

 

She held her down for a moment and rolled her hips forward, then used a combination of her flexing, scar-nicked abs and her tense arms to pull her around again. She shifted the slutty beauty inches and inches across her thickness, grinding the fat knot across tight, clenching walls. She was really limited by the knot itself, because she could not pull out far enough to unplug herself – just stab in deeper.

 

But that was fine. Ven moving just a few sloppy inches at a time pleased her to no end. Her knot ground and scraped just a bit, sliding a bit further, then pulling back a bit more. Pushing and pumping, she stabbed forward, then swung herself back, getting right into throes of sexual fervour. It did not matter how strenuous or straining this was: she loved it, and only sought out more.

 

“Nothing hotter than knotting a new slut,” Lupa breathed possessively, “and showing her just how good being a knot-slut is, you know?”

 

Cartethyia did not, in fact, know, but she was learning quickly. She clung to Lupa and squeaked, her voice coming out in hot, breathless, and horny rushes. Her hands scrambled at her backside, working along he flexing muscles with fidgety energy. Her calves tried to clamp down over her hips, and when ankles dug into her back, Lupa laughed with appreciation.

 

Cartethyia clung to her like a small animal to a branch, and did so in front of the audience. There were still plenty of people watching them, which amused Lupa. She was forever enthralled by the sheer horniness of the people of Septimont. They were taking too much enjoyment in watching her carry-fuck a girl, face to face, eye to eye, like this. They were enjoying the sight of her knotted dick plowing pussy way too much for it to be normal, but she sure as heck did not care.

 

She wasn’t fucking for their sakes, anyway. She was banging Cartethyia and hauling her around in her arms because she wanted to. She was doing this all for herself, and she growled with lusty appreciation as she swung her hips around and swung into that wet, glistening snatch. She pumped forward and backward in short, shallow bursts, moving her knot a scant little bit at a time – but that was still enough for both of them to enjoy the utter sloppiness.

 

“It’s too much, it’s way too much,” Cartethyia babbled. “I love it, I love it, oh, a-ah – !”

 

She squealed loudly as Lupa continued to buck her hips and pound into her. Powerful hands and arms carried her weight around, ensuring she was in the perfect position to thrust in and take dick. Cum sloshed around, filling the air with hot, sticky squelches of passion. It was a mess, and that mess was dripping down onto the sands at their feet – but Lupa sure as hell didn’t care about that. There was more where it came from, after all.

 

Lupa licked Cartethyia’s neck, then bit down on her shoulder. She marked her with her teeth, which only caused he blonde to squeal even louder. Her entire body trembled as the huge shaft of cockmeat drilled into her snatch with an ever-rising tempo; as the moments lingered, the knot slowly deflated, allowing Lupa to move a bit better. Smoother, faster, harder, but still, with that intense, eye-watering grinding.

 

“Take me,” Cartethyia moaned against her ear as she flopped forward, “Take me, take, me, r-right there, a-ah, it’s so much, it’s so – so good, ah – !”

 

Lupa loved the sounds of that. She giggled her husky laugh and kissed the woman’s neck, making out with it. She left teeth marks and hickeys of a truly possessive nature all across the fair, silky whiteness. She dug in and munched with passion while squeezing a fat tit and using that as her handlebar to swing and thrust, to bring her cock around in hard, wicked arcs, and plow away at sopping pussy.

 

Their bodies were close now. Cartethyia’s hug put skin to skin, breasts to breasts, belly to belly. She was still clinging to Lupa like an animal, but the rubbing skin was pleasant – even if they were slick with sweat. The sun was not merciful today, and Lupa was exerting herself a heck of a lot, but she was almost used to this. It was nothing weird to her. She focused on moving more and more, hammering and pounding, her movements growing bolder as her knot deflated into something more manageable.

 

“That’s it,” Lupa encouraged huskily, “Moan for my cock, Cartethyia, let these guys up there know just how good I am at sex.”

 

Cartethyia moaned and yelped and wined, her hands clawing lines across Lupa’s studly back. Her pussy squelched and quivered incoherently as the shaft plowed into her folds, stuffing them up to the womb-kissing brim. Milking contractions assaulted Lupa all over again, and they were no less intense or overwhelming than before. It was a lot to handle, yet handle, she did.

 

As she kissed and nibbled on Cartethyia’s soft ear, her eyes found Iuno on the sands. Naked as could be, she still had not moved from her previous position. She had one hand on her chest, and was squeezing it eagerly. The other was down between her legs, plunging into her dripping wet slit. Not only could Lupa see her desire, but she could smell it. Her hyper-sensitive olfactory lobes were drinking in the scent of aroused fertility, and it made her eager.

 

She was balls-deep in a woman she had just bred like her personal breeding-bitch, and she was already looking forward to another. In the throes of her heat, Lupa was a very greedy stud. She didn’t care, though. She had long since stopped. She just basked in her casual dominance and, with greedy desire, stared at one beauty while banging the other one.

 

“Right there, right there, y-yes, yes…!” Cartethyia squealed, her voice hot and hoarse against Lupa’s ear. Her head dropped down and sank into her shoulder the very next second as her entire body began to really tighten: walls fluttering, rippling, and gripping with messy intensity. “Oh my gosh, yes, oh, yes, a-ah – right there!”

 

Lupa carry-fucked Cartethyia to a messy, sloppy climax. The inexperienced woman quivered like the strings of a messy instrument, fingers clawing in tandem with her wrenching walls. She was cumming again, and it was no less intense than last time: squeezing and rippling that assaulted Lupa’s thrusting dick until it almost felt sore.

 

Lupa groaned and bit down on Cartethyia's shoulder. She squeezed her plump ass until the flesh spilled between her fingers and drilled into her molten hotbox of a cunt that much harder, really slamming in hard – cockmeat thudding to the base, her knot smashing against soaking folds. That kneading, milking, orgasmic cunt pulled her own orgasm out of her, and she embraced it readily.

 

“Hope you get twins off this!” Lupa declared as she yanked the blonde down as far as she could without knotting her – she didn’t need to get stuck again. She jammed her shaft all the way down, the head almost prodding her womb – or so it seemed – before biting down onto a shoulder and unloading all over again.

 

Despite it being her third load now, it still came out in a hot, messy, gushing torrent of baby-batter. The cream spilled out in an uncontestable torrent, assuring both Cartethyia and Iuno both that she was still hyper-potent and insatiable. She was a stud like no other, a literal breeding machine in human form, built up by the powers she’d been born with to be unmatchable at the arts of sex. At least, that was what her ego, and her experience told her.

 

It was a reality as far as this moment in time and space was concerned. Her cock throbbed like a firehose and spat out rich ropes of velvet cream into the sloppy cunt above, drowning it in even more seed than before. The already-bred pussy slurped it up as if it were a fine wine, her womb positively guzzling the stuff right up. It was a mess, but a pure, wholesome, and obscene one.

 

“Daaaaaaaaamn,” Lupa groaned in one long, happy rush. She was hot, horny, and excited, and just the act of dumping her load out into a beautiful slut was all she wanted and needed. The pleasure of it was wonderful, and being able to empty out her balls into a babe was nothing short of amazing.

 

Cartethyia might have agreed, had she been able to. She was not. She was dizzy, dazed, and unable to think straight. She was a gurgling mess flopping around listlessly within Lupa’s grip, only supported by the wolf-girl’s strong arms. Impaled on cock, leaking her cum, the knot fully deflated, she was no different from any other slut that Lupa had bred before.

 

She loved it, frankly.

 

“That was a great fuck, babe,” Lupa sighed. “Take a rest, yeah? Oh, and maybe start thinking of some baby names, alright?”

The blonde gurgled as she was tugged off Lupa’s dick. She was dropped down onto the sand gently, and there she flopped in a heap of curves and tired limbs. She wheezed and waved her hand as if to tell Lupa it was all fine, or perhaps to just get the sun out of her eyes. Lupa sure didn’t know, and she sure didn't care: now, she only had eyes for Iuno.

 

A naked, beautiful Iuno, still sitting on the ground, still driving fingers into her soaking wet slit like a whore in heat. Lupa locked eyes with her and grinned; the Priestess shivered back, licking her lips nervously. Her eyes flicked down to Lupa’s juice-glazed, cum-leaking dick, and her entire body shivered.

“Y-you’re still hard, huh?” Iuno licked her lips and tossed her hair back. “Geez. Are you even sure you’re human?”

“Human enough to knock a girl up,” Lupa teased. She did not know if that made sense or not, and she didn't really care, either. She started to drop down in front of Iuno, her body ready for another round or three. “Let’s get you on your hands and knees, that’d be super hot. You’ve got a great ass.”

Iuno snorted. “Of course I do, but don’t think I’m letting you near me without a condom!”

“A.. wait, what?” Lupa blinked in surprise. “Do you think I carry those or something? Because I don’t. Also, we’re totally naked. So.”

Iuno wavered. “Oh. Right. Well! Uhm. Y-you’re definitely not knotting me, you’ve got that? And you’re not knocking me up, either.”

“Not unless you ask for it,” Lupa teased. She clicked her fingers and started to run her hands along smooth, pale white skin. “Hands and knees, come on.”

Iuno rattled off a sigh that made her throat vibrate. Then, after a moment, she smirked haughtily and started to flip herself around, exactly as requested. She had seen Cartethyia just get fucked into a well-bred mess on the sands beside her, and she didn’t hesitate to allow that to be her same fate. She was still in the limelight with the crowd watching, and she didn’t hesitate there, either.

 

She looked great on her hands and knees. The way her back arched showed that she’d taken it from behind before, and the way she jerked her hips up and pushed her fat ass up was delectable. Her backside was a wonderful, round, and perky, perfectly suited for a good clapping - everything that shew anted and more besides.

 

“You’d better have the stamina for me,” Iuno said as she pulled herself onto her hands and knees. The way she looked over her shoulder at Lupa sent fire through her loins. “Just because it’s round four doesn’t mean you get to take it easy.”

“Trust me, babe, I won’t,” Lupa said with desire. She swung herself around and slapped Iuno’s ass with excitement; the rounded flesh bounced away from the point of impact beautifully. It was a soft, rounded mass of assmeat, and it was perfectly suited for getting clapped. “Not with an ass this nice.”

 

“Well, hurry up, then, I don’t have all day!” Iuno yelped with clear and palpable excitement.

 

Grinning with lustful joy, Lupa mounted Iuno from behind. Her big dick came thumping down over the curve of a fat, white ass, and squished it down a bit. She dragged that meaty shaft straight down, using the juices and cum over its length as lube. The fat head slid against the folds of a pussy that were wet for her touch, eager for her embrace; everything that got her excited.

 

Lupa aligned herself and pressed the head of her cock against that slick entranceway. Without a second thought, with no more effort than taking a breath, she very quickly, very passionately, sent her cock slamming forward - quite as easy as that. She bore down with a single, thrusting thud, her waistline curling and her muscles flexing, to hammer her fat shaft into tight pussy.

 

She was always a sexy-hungry maniac at the best of times, and right then, in the throes of her heat and riding the high of a good, hard fucking, she really had no reason to hold back at all. She sent her shaft plowing down in a heartbeat, ramming the thickness into the glorious tightness of some truly fantastic pussy before her.

 

Really fantastic, truly groan-worthy. Iuno was not as tight as Cartethyia, but she was silky, smooth, and perfectly plush - a tunnel worthy of a Priestess. Lupa, being the premier sex expert that she was, fell in love with it instantly. She eagerly pushed forward, cramming her dick inside by the forceful inch, shoving it into the delicious embrace of a snug, soft cunt.

 

“Damn, you’re tight!” Lupa declared happily as she pounded down by the inch, just outright ramming her shaft inside. There was no gentleness here as there had been with Cartethyia; this was nothing but roughshod eagerness. “You don’t grip as nice as Cart, but geez, you’re like - so plush!”

A silly remake, but she meant it. She moaned out as her muscular body hammered her hips forward and plowed into that warm, steaming pussy ahead, spearing it out around the shape of her girthy cock. She crashed down inches and inches deep, burying five, then six, then seven inches of meat into the perfect passageway before her - all without a care in the world.

 

Iuno, by contrast, wheezed and rocked, her hands kneading into the sunny sands and her spine arching as the sheer intensity rammed over her consciousness. She was, after all, being impaled rather roughly by a slab of cockmeat the size of her forearm: long and thick as her wrist, it was perfectly suited for stretching a slut out. That was precisely what Iuno now was, and she realized it belatedly.

 

“Oh, damn!” Iuno squeaked out in a sudden rush of overstimulated excitement. “You’re absolutely huge!”

The beautiful Priestess shivered backward and raised her fat ass up just a bit higher, like a dog waiting to be mounted. Frankly, that was exactly what she was right then: a bitch to be taken in public, with the adoring crowd roaring out their praises as they watched their prodigy turn into a prodigious slut.

 

“I know,” Lupa once again said with utter, groaning confidence. “And - fuck, how badly did you need this? You’re dripping wet!”

 

She crashed down to the knot, pounding the bulge of flesh against the dripping folds of the woman’s cunt. Her shaft speared deep into the warmth of snug pussy, stretching it out around her huge girth. Silky walls embraced her with loving desire, almost moulding to the shape of her dick. Lupa loved it, loved that tight squeeze, the dripping wetness - it was similar to Cartethyia, but different in its own lovely way.

 

“You must have been really turned on watching me fuck Cartethyia like a slut, huh?” Lupa taunted. She rolled her hips around with perfect, muscular precision, grinding and stirring into that sloppy cunt. Walls folded and bent while Iuno gasped happily as she was stretched out so effortlessly. “She was totally new to this, but I bet you’ve been waiting for a good fuck for a while.”

 

Iuno groaned out a noise of lust. “C-come on, it’s not like I like your dick or anything, alright? Just move your hips and fuck me!”

 

Lupa laughed. She swung her hand around hard and fast and slapped her palm against the curve of a doughy-soft ass, sending the white skin bouncing around in lustful tumbles. Grinning, she squeezed the squishy mass and pulled her hips back with pure, muscular force: tugging and yanking the fat swell of her meat from those perfectly silky insides in a rush.

 

Enthusiastic and eager as always, Lupa moved as if she had not fucked at all today. It didn't matter that Cartethyia was panting and wheezing on the sandy ground: Lupa fucked as if it was her first time. She rolled back, rutting, grinding out some seven inches of brutally thick cock - and then, with the same effortless ease, sent herself plunging right back down into the sopping heat of Iuno’s cunt.

 

She plunged into it with power and force that left Iuno wailing - her breath coming out in a sharp, slutty wheeze of pleasure, a roaring gasp of, “Shit, yes!”

Iuno shivered and tightened up as cockmeat plowed home, pounding her walls apart and railing into her deepest of spots. She quivered and rocked on her hands and knees beautifully, her spine arching just a bit to better take it. Lupa enjoyed the view, but that did not stop her roughness. She squeezed her ass and crashed down to the hilt, her knot smacking against folds that dripped and drooled with arousal.

 

“You’re so wet,” Lupa groaned again. “It’s incredible, actually, geez. I’ve never had a girl so wet before…”

 

She rolled her hips and pulled out again, tearing her cock free in a near-violent rush. She pulled out of the silky embrace of perfection with a rough, grinding sweep, and then angled her hips around again in a rough motion of desire. She wanted to do nothing more than ravage this sexy, haughty beauty, and rail her confidence down into mush - and as Iuno gripped the sands desperately, Lupa was sure she’d achieve her goal.

 

“Just fuck me,” Iuno huffed at her, face flushed with need. The way she looked over her shoulder really did set a fire in Lupa. “Come on, show me your passion, gladiator!”

 

Laughing and trilling, Lupa hammered away at the doggystyle beauty. Her huge dick crashed down into sopping pussy with careless enthusiasm, railing into her with careless passion. As she crashed down and thudded her knot against slick folds, the slutty beauty reeled and whined. She gripped the sandy ground uselessly and arched her Spine, pushing her ass up to be mounted.

 

Her body rocked as the big dick slammed into her juice-slathered Depths, then whipped out again with vicious passion. Lupa really hit her stride, and she did not hesitate to just slam away at the tight body before her - her only intention was to show Iuno the best time of her life and ensure she walked away stumbling. As she moved, she groped the perfect, heart-shaped ass in front of her, squeezing the skin with wild abandon. The flesh felt like putty in her grip, and playing with it was very fun.

 

She kneaded away at it with one hand while gripping Iuno’s slender waist with the other. She clenched down, got a good handhold, and kept on swinging her hips around. She shamelessly plowed away and rutted ahead, banging the slutty beauty with lavish desire. She was really going at her, moving her hips at a roughshod pace that would have left anyone a panting mess.

 

“You're so rough,” Iuno gasped. “You fuck like an animal!”

 

“I know, isn't it great?” Lupa teased. Again, she slapped Iuno’s ass just to watch it wobble, then gripped it while plowing away at her snug cunt. The friction was delicious, the pleasure delectable; Lupa could lose herself in a fuck like this. “Nothing beats pounding a girl just right… expect a good, hah, fight!”

 

Lupa swung herself around in the throes of carnal pleasure, her mind soaking in the delight of good, raw sex. Her bare dick slammed into that gushing, fertile snatch, and her knot slapped across soaking folds. She dug down with hunger, and she smashed into the hilt - her huge balls swinging and thwapping across the woman's core again and again with sloppy determination.

 

“Shit, shit,” Iuno swore lustfully, her head rolling around and her blue hair bouncing in time with the powerful thrusting. She bit her lip and pushed her as back, letting it slide right against Lupa’s hips. “You're so big, shit, I've never felt so full before…!”

 

“Awww, what happened to not caring?” Lupa laughed. Again, she spanked the slut’s ass to watch it clap. “You're falling in love with it, right?”

 

“Shut up, no!” Iuno groaned. “It's not - not that good, it's just a  - ah! - lot!”

 

Laughing, Lupa gripped Iuno’s narrow waist with both hands. She power-thrusted down into her drenched, sopping core, and plowed it full of wolfcock. Now, not only was her knot furiously bashing those squelching folds, but her hips were slapping against doughy assmeat - at first, a bouncing rush, smacking into the jutting curve of whiteness to make it gently thud.

 

Gently, but only at first. Her hips were still swinging,her body was still moving, and she only grew more enthusiastic by the moment. She was slamming down with wild passion and force, which ended up plowing her hips right against that fat shelf of an ass - a jutting mound of whiteness that was begging to be clapped. The skin was just so soft and putty-like that it was truly perfect for it.

 

Lupa really loved that part - loved watching a big, plump ass shake and smack away from her hips. Hitting it at just the right angle made the entire mountain of assmeat jiggle, and it bounced away from the point of impact with beautiful wobbles and tremendous bounces. Smirking, the studly Wolfgirl plowed down hard and fast, really working herself into Iuno now - banging her like the slut in heat she so amazingly resembled.

 

“Oh, shit!” Iuno swore loudly. “Ah - y-yes, yes!”

 

Iuno cried out and tossed her head of blue hair back. The twin tails of her blue hair whipped around in a streak, like a leash. Exactly like a leash, in fact. Lupa grinned and kept on slamming, her scar-marked pelvis smashing into the fat ass ahead of her, turning it into bouncing, wobbling mush. The way it clapped was a thing of beauty, but Lupa’s eyes were focused on the blue hair ahead of her.

 

She reached out and abruptly, swiftly, grabbed those long tails of bouncing blue. She gripped them and yanked them around in her hands, tugging them into her palm, twisting one braid around, and then the other - forming a leash that she twisted up. Once she had a good grip, once her palm was secured, she gripped hard, wrapped it up, and tugged with force.

 

“MFGH!” Iuno squealed, eyes watering, as her head was yanked back with fervent power. She quivered harder than ever, her spine arching and her breasts quivering, her insides quivering harder than ever before. Her pussy was wrenching and contracting around Lupa’s thrusting slab of girlcock, curling harder than seemed rational.

 

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that!” Lupa declared proudly, her voice coming out in happy yips and mewls. “A girl doesn’t have hair like this unless she wants to get it pulled like a leash, eh?”

 

Lupa tugged firmly and fitfully, yanking the woman’s hair back – and her entire head, besides. It craned back wonderful, the neck arched as much as her spine. Her entire body was in a perfect cock-taking pose, but the harder that Lupa went, the more that it seemed to overwhelm her. She squeaked and moaned and drooled out her confused glee as the huge shaft sawed in and out of her glistening slit, railing her with desire.

 

Her head was captured by a strong hand, her hair used as the leash it was meant to be. Blue hair looped around her fist, enabling her to tug to her heart’s desire. With one hand there and the other on her hips, Lupa had all the leverage she needed to pound away and rail into the woman like the bitch in heat she was meant to be. It was a beautifully slutty thing, and Iuno took it all with squealing pleasure.

 

“Oh-shit, shit, y-yes, just like that!” Iuno wailed out, her breath hot and sloppy. She panted and whined, her fingers clutching into the sand, as she was railed for dear life. Her strength seemed to fail her, but Lupa’s grip kept her aloft and in a perfect position for taking dick. “Fuck me, fuck me, f-fucking – r-rail me!”

 

Lupa laughed and moaned. She plowed down against that fat shelf of an ass that jutted up against her, begging her for more, and more on top of it. The fluffy swell of assmeat took every single blow with passion, the skin clapping and thwapping to form little more than a cushion against those battering hips. The skin mashed down in over-generous wobbles, just there to take those hard, compressive blows.

 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Iuno gasped throatily, her breath falling her as it clogged in her throat. She whined as her hair was tugged yet again, her eyes watering harder and quicker. She looked like every inch the slut Lupa wanted her to be, and she loved it. Smirking and husking, she kept on drilling forward, hammering away at her putty-like ass while using her hair as a leash.

 

All of that left Iuno feeling tight – unbearably so. Her pussy was gripping hard, yanking on the fat dick for dear life. It was a milking, contracting seal of flesh, no better than Cartethyia’s oppressive tightness. It was clear that Iuno was going to cum soon, and Lupa was just there to ride out the high – still slamming, still thrusting, her knot smacking against soaking wet folds as much as her pelvis did into her ass.

 

Iuno quivered hard. She began to spasm harder. Her spine pushed out and her entire body slumped forward as a powerful climax wracked her body, hitting her harder than anything had before. A strong, intense series of sizzles ran along her entire body, leaving her trembling. She was cumming her brains out around Lupa’s dick, and the assault of juices and stickiness and syrupy arousal was dizzying.

 

“Oh, shit!” Lupa laughed happily. “You’re cumming already?”

 

Iuno did not speak. She very simply moaned with rough desire, her voice raw and her body weak. She was quivering as she came around the big, thrusting slab of cockmeat, her insides a churning mess of desire. Juices spattered, folds tugged, and the milking seal assaulted the big dick – but Lupa did not stop. She kept on thrusting, keep on railing, giving the woman loud, deafening backshots.

 

“So much for not thinking my dick was that great,” Lupa chuckled eagerly. “I knew you’d love it.”

 

Iuno slumped in the throes of her pleasure, her body losing its strength. Her head craned down, and when Lupa’s hand let go of her hair, she very simply collapsed on the sandy ground face-down, ass up. It was hilarious to Lupa, and she guffawed to see the high and mighty  Priestess, cocky and bratty and sexy as sin, digging into the gladiator battlegrounds with her ass up high.

 

Still taking backshots, without fail. Lupa did not stop, even though that tight pussy was kneading her dick for dear life. She kept on hammering forward, swinging her hips around and slamming against the fat shelf of whiteness. Doughy-soft flesh wobbled and bounced around comically as skin met skin, everything thudding just beautifully.

 

Banging the Priestess with her face down and her ass up was a serious delight, and one that Lupa savoured. She kept on thrusting, kept on plowing, letting them both ride the high of messy satisfaction – the girl shivering in the throes of her pleasure, her eyes watering and her breath coming out in quick gasps as the thickness drilled her spasming pussy senseless.

 

“That’s so good,” Lupa groaned. “That’s so good, shit…”

 

She pushed forward aggressively. Skin mashed against skin as she kept on railing and hammering, pounding the skin and watching it clap  - but she wanted more. Her hands pawed at the woman’s waistline, then across her hips, tugging her back to meet her with ever-increasing ferocity. Skin mashed and plapped with fury, and Iuno took it all with gasping whines and sharp, heady moans.

 

“S-so m-much!” Iuno wheezed as she nuzzled into the sands, her eyes rolling with each deep push into her pussy. “Y-you’re hitting my womb –“

 

“Damn right I am,” Lupa groaned. “Gosh, you’re so hot it’s crazy. Both of you – damn.”

 

She swung her hand around to slap Iuno’s ass, drawing out another wail. As fun as the face-down, ass-up was, Lupa’s knees were feeling sore – and there was always more fun to have. She pushed down on Iuno’s hips and ass next, forcing her down into the sheets. She pinned her there on her front, her tits and her belly mashed into the warm ground, and then settled above her like the dominant stud Lupa turned out to be.

 

For all of Iuno’s cockiness and confidence, she was as submissive as Cartethyia – and no better than the other fuckdrunk girl. Iuno was wheezing into the sands as she was pinned down in a pronebone, there to take dick and little else. It was something that Lupa took to like a duck to water. She mounted her from above, settled over top of her slutty body, and aligned herself with ease. Never once did she stop moving, no matter the situation or position.

 

She slid down on top of the slutty beauty. Her arms pressed down on her skin, tugging on her blue hair, and dragging on her fertile curves. She slid over top, her breasts wobbling against her shoulders and her muscles grinding against her spine. Her hips continued to thrust and pump, pounding out a lewd beat against the slutty Priestess’ ass. She crashed down with her blood roaring in her ears, her mind unable to think about anything other than copulation.

 

Iuno squeaked and mewled sloppily with each pump and thrust into her slick, spasming cunt. If she cared that Lupa was pinning her down prone bone in the sands, she did not comment. Instead, she allowed the studly gladiator to hold her down, hands laced together in an almost romantic handlock, while still being rammed away at with messy passion.

 

“You’re moaning so nice, it’s cute,” Lupa husked against the woman’s neck. She kissed her neck and ran her teeth along her shoulders, letting her wolflike desires take over. “You must really be loving my dick, hm?”

 

“Mffgh!” Iuno squealed in wordless agreement, her entire body quivering and quaking. She sloppily gasped into the sands as she was banged and fucked, her pussy taking lewd strokes after messy thrusts. Cockmeat invaded the tightness of her quim and took it over, rendering her inert. Her ass clapped like a drum as powerful, scar-lined hips mashed into her again and again without fail, fucking her into the sandy grounds.

 

By that point, the sand seemed to take an imprint of Iuno’s body. It was messy, lurid, and perfect. The woman was face-down, her body prone, her body suited to be mounted  -and mounted, she was, constantly and aggressively, assmeat battering like a drum, her snatch soaking and gushing. The thick, wolf-like knot smacked against her cunt again and again, demanding entry.

 

“I know you do, all girls do,” Lupa grunted against her neck. “Once you get a real taste of dick, you’re all begging to be – ah – knotted…!”

 

She swung herself down and around,keeping the pronebone going. Her body made full contact with Iuno, pinning her into the sands. Her breasts mashed against her backside while her flexing muscles curled across her spine, showing off her strength. Lupa was a powerful gladiator, a fit and firm warrior, and a dominant lover. Iuno might have been confident, but she could not handle something like this.

 

She moaned and drooled into the sandy ground, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her hands loosely gripped whatever was in reach, and Lupa happily folded their hands together into a more loving handhold – holding them down, pinning them while pounding the beauty into the floor. The Iuno-shaped hole she made suited them perfectly, and fit her body wonderfully. She was, in every way, just Lupa’s knot-slut.

 

And that knot continued to batter away at her slick, gushing cunt, begging for entry. Lupa wanted to shove it inside, but she got consent from her girls first – it was just hard to think about that sort of thing when she was in a full -on rut, panting and grunting while pounding down again and again. The crowd was watching, roaring, applauding, apparently savouring the lewd treat. Lupa heard it all, rode that high, and continued to slam away.

 

She was lost in her own mind. She was burning hot, her insides steaming, her sweat rising. She was grunting and groaning as she drilled in and out of that molten cunt, savouring the syrupy gushes of juices and the clinging rush of smug muscles. It was a perfect embrace to submit to, and it left her head spinning. Her pulse was roaring between her ears now, and everything inside of her demanded to let go.

 

Her cock throbbed harder and harder. Her balls tightened up and clenched. Growling, she forced herself in and around with reckless intent. She was so close, and she knew it. Each slamming stroke brought her closer, and as she sawed down, her breath came out in breathier growls. She jerked around in hard, humping, ass-clapping thrusts, her movements deeper and more pronounced, almost desperate.

 

“Gonna cum,” Lupa growled against Lupa’s ear. “Gonna – gotta – I wanna knot you so bad-“

 

“D-Do it!” Iuno wheezed. “K-knot me!”

 

Lupa bit down on Iuno’s neck and grunted, “With pleasure!”

 

Without wasting another moment, Lupa drove herself down hard - and proceeded to ram her thick, bulging knot into the perfect heat of Iuno’s horny body. She pounded it down without relent and she shoved her full of that swollen flesh, locking her up and ensuring she was utterly pinned to Lupa. With her body smothered beneath a more muscled frame, there was nowhere for Iuno to go; she was locked into a breeding.

 

Of course, whether or not Iuno knew that was inconsequential - the woman had already began to squeal her brains out when the fat knot was rammed into her. The act of being shoved an extra inch full of cock, and now being totally stretched out by a bulge the size of her fist, was far too intense for her to handle; that set her off hard, and like Cartethyia, the slut achieved another squealing peak.

 

She came again, and she came hard - but this time, Lupa wasn’t really focusing on it. She was, instead, groaning with a pleasure all of her own. Her climax hit her, and it hit her with mind-addling intensity. It was an intense, strong surge that made her go blank in the head. Tingles ran through her from top to bottom, each one more delicious than the last.

 

Lupa began to cum raw into Iuno, plastering the Priestess with white, churning sperm. The stuff sloshed down in curling ropes of pure release, staining everything, all that soft pinkness, in the richness of her spunk. Ropes of the stuff, rivers of it, pouring out into Iuno with sloppy and gushing franticness. It moved with a life of its own, as if it truly wanted to do nothing more than knock up the blue-haired slut.

 

With the quantity of churning cum being pumped into her, that was almost a guarantee. The rivers of gooey-hot baby-batter were crashing against the pinkness of her walls, across the barrier of her cervix, and quickly flooding her womb with the weight of it. It drenched her quivering babymaker with a release that was pure, hot, and sticky – perfect for breeding a slut senseless.

 

Lupa wanted to knock her up, but it wasn’t exactly at the center of her mind. She was simply enjoying the pleasure of release, the lightheaded fog of ejaculation. It made her shiver, and quiver, and clench up, holding her knotted cock down for what felt like minutes – letting it go about nature’s work and drown that sloppy cunt in her sticky spunk.

 

Neither of them had to know just how badly Lupa’s hyper-potent swimmers ravaged the woman’s fertile womb. It was not a safe day indeed, and the ovulating woman had served her eggs up on a silver platter. A tidal wave of wolfish cum was, even then, attacking her eggs, going at them over and over again in an energetic gangbang that could boast only one result: impregnation.

 

With the knot locked inside, it was a guarantee. Iuno would be heavy and pregnant with Lupa’s child before the very minute was over, and Lupa happily committed to it. She held herself down, knot contained, her balls twitching and pulsating as they emptied themselves out for the moment. Stuffed up and knocked up, Iuno was a gurgling mess on the sandy ground.

 

That was how Lupa left her for a moment. She could not easily move when shew as so deeply knotted, so she just slumped down, breasts to shoulders, muscles to back, and breathed heavily. She blinked the sweat out of her eyes and, after a long minute, breathed out. She reared up, then, breasts wobbling, and swiped her pink hair out of her eyes. She was winded, drained, but not necessarily tired - it was hard to be with two cuties at her leisure.

 

Two gorgeous cuties, one laid out beneath her, the other to the side. Cartethyia was much more coherent now, but still looked to be in a bit of a daze. Grinning and licking her fangs, Lupa looked around. She saw that the stands were still about half full, and people were still hollering at her. Lupa loved that. The audience, the casual exhibitionism, it was hot.

 

Lupa’s knot had not truly deflated, but she roughly tugged it out anyways. Laughing and chuckling, she stood up straight, tail wagging, and waved to the audience proudly. “Thanks for watching, everyone! I hope you all, ah, enjoyed the show! If you ever wanna know how to breed a couple of babes, that’s how ya do it.”

 

The crowd laughed, as if she was joking – but she was not. Those two girls were thoroughly cum-stuffed, knotted, and bred, that was for sure. Licking her lips and stretching out her arms, Lupa spent a moment collecting all their clothes and bundling them up under her arms.

 

“Shows over, though,” She called to them all, making sure they heard her. Steadily, but not slowly, she collected Cartethyia and Iuno. She dragged the slim blonde over her left shoulder, then dragged the taller bluenette over her right shoulder, and carried them effortlessly like two sacks of potatoes. “I’m going to take my prizes to a hotel or something to, you know, keep on celebrating.”

 

People chanted her name as she walked out – a steady thrumming beat of Lupa!, Lupa!, Lupa! – that always got her pumped up. Of course, with two cuties groaning and panting over her arms, their soft asses serving as perfect handholds, she did not need the crowd to hype her. She had a long day of lazy sex ahead of her, and each one of them needed an extra knotting or three before Lupa was truly done with them.

 

“You’re both going to look great with my baby-bumps,” she told the tired, sweaty, and sex-strained girls, and carried them off for a day of shameless sex.