PHDoom vs. River Styx - Aggressive Expansion

Change the scene. Take away the wood, the lights, the magazines, everything even slightly reminiscent of the modern age, and put Styx and Doom in the middle of some cave. Hundreds of years ago, thousands, before men could read or write or even speak beyond guttural grunts. A world of rock and fire, blood and bone.

The two of them would’ve fit perfectly in that scene, so much so you wouldn’t know they didn’t belong if you happened to be watching. And you would be watching. It was the sort of rare scene that eyes couldn’t avert from, and there was Styx getting swept away in the middle of it.

Everything she did seemed to make Doom bite down harder, so, naturally, Styx did more of it, almost daring the wild woman to break her skin. Everything boiled down to a challenge between them, and she would’ve thought her larger flesh would’ve given her the advantage. But no, Doom’s insane prowess was a force of nature all its own. She was finding it harder to whether the storm, her body demanding she get swept away, and those slender legs wound their way against her own, she knew what was coming. And welcomed.

Slam. ”Fuck, harder!” She begged.

Slam. ”Harder!” She demanded.

Each pounding blow drove her close to release, each slap hammered away at her defenses. A part of her wanted to hold out, resist, fight the good fight...but there was another part. A large part. A part that wanted to just let go and allow Doom to do what Doom would.

That part won.

Styx threw back her head and undulated in time with Doom, thrusting up as she punched down, adding even more pressure to the sinful contact. Each contact sent a shock through her system, winding her up, higher and higher, until inevitable conclusion came all once.

She let out a scream that was more of a roar and shuddered as her climax took over, shaking like a woman possessed. Her hands found Doom’s back and gripped tight, digging deep into her flesh, pulling so hard it was tough to tell where the separation in their bodies was.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

PHDoom rocked and thrusted in time with Styx's body. Chewing her lip hard, the bitter brawler sank her fingers deep into Styx's thighs, and rode her for everything she was worth! It was an exhilirating experience, like nothing that PHDoom had ever experienced before, and she wanted to register every individual second of it!

Doom had been expecting things to fall apart at any moment. For Styx to say the wrong thing- even for Doom herself to say something that might break the mood. But, with Doom's breath catching hard in her throat, nothing was coming out. The two of them simply moved together, grinding and bumping as one, absolutely nothing able to come beneath them.

Doom looked up at Styx's body, seeing the thick woman above her and not knowing what to say. Styx looked natural, up on top- powerful, dominant, vivacious. Doom was enjoying seeing those curves sway and undulate above her, heightening the feeling that Doom had as Styx was grinding against her. Doom's belly tightened, her muscles flexed, and she could feel her heart preparing to skip a beat as the bald brawled pressed down upon her.

Styx's demands did nothing to alleviate that feeling, as well. The woman was demanding, but not in a begging way. She was forceful, but remained far from needy the entire time. It was a combination of force and desire that wiggled right into the base of Doom's being, and demanded her respect. The feeling was incredible.

"Yes!" Doom cried out, bucking hard against Styx, in accordance with her partner's demands. The final utterance released a chill through Doom's body, a tingling that went up and down her spine as Styx rode her. Doom felt Styx's fingers creep into her body, pulling her tight. Doom could feel the soft flesh of her womanhood press hard into Styx's body, she felt the shudder of the larger woman, and she clenched her legs around Styx.

"Haha, yes! By God, yes!" Doom cried out, her voice echoing against their cramped quarters as a layer of sweat let out across Doom's body. Her composure fled, but Doom grinned ear to ear. Styx's shudder caused Doom to tremble, reaching her hands out to cup Styx's breasts tightly. She pulled the larger woman down, flush against her body.

Doom sank her lips into Styx's, as she rode out the remainder of Styx's orgasm. Doom couldn't help but grin, at feeling the climax of such a powerful woman. It was an enlightening experience, like nothing Doom had faced before. Letting her tongue slide across Styx's lower lip, she let the woman have her way, eager to hear how she sounded in the aftermath.

Styx was a behemoth. A walking, living, breathing pile of raw energy. Everything she did, from fucking to fighting, she did hard and rough. Most people would’ve shied away from sex in some dirty hole in the floor. That was their loss - as far as she was concerned, this was not only the natural way to do it, but the best way. She could’ve never gotten anything so fulfilling, so pure, so fucking hot with any of the runway queens that populated the AFW roster.

Hell, she wasn’t even sure she could get a better experience with her usual partners. Jessica was a great fuck, there was no question there, but Doom had her own charms. As good as it felt to go against a woman who could match her strength, there was something to be said for putting that same carnal heat into a smaller package. That feeling of being on top of this wild woman while she thrashed underneath, while she squirmed and screamed and wrapped those slim, powerful thighs around her waist.

Styx’s breasts were supermodel size - not small, but not that squeezeable. Doom, to her credit, found a way. With a steel grip, she grabbed her by the tits and pulled her down, mashing their body’s together and pulling her into a fierce kiss. The message was silent, but Styx could pick it up easy enough: Doom had won, had gotten Styx over the cliff first, and now she had to give her the service she deserved. Not a problem. Not at all. While Styx normally saw herself as the dominant force in any exchange, special circumstances warranted special approaches.

”God, you fucking crazy…” Styx’s words trailed off, as she couldn’t even finish the sentence before she had to dive in for another kiss, wanting it too bad to wait. It didn’t stay there for long, though - soon, Styx moved away and started sliding down Doom’s body, working lower and lower, planting the occasional kiss to mark her territory across her former foe’s chest. ”Hold on.” Styx whispered through heavy pants. ”Gonna do this right.”