The Book of Lucia, Chapter III - Sister Lucia (c) vs. Madeline Christiansen for the LAW Hentai Championshp

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If Madeline thought she could wear Sister Lucia down through suffering, than it only showed how little this tasteless tart truly understood about her. Small as she was, slight as she may be, this holy warrior was driven by faith, and she had long since learned how to use that faith in a way that would let her push past that which others would find unbearable. There was strength in a righteous cause. It was her armor.

Even so, she would be lying if she said that the legs currently crushing down on her ribs weren’t an increasingly vexing problem that she would like to solve in the near future. Before her ribs were ground into a fine paste.

In the end, however, the advantage was still firmly on her side. The body could push past pain as long as the mind was willing, but oxygen? No amount of focus would help someone if they couldn't breathe, and Madeline would find precious little air between Sister Lucia’s glistening globes. That knowledge drove her on, even as the wilful woman continued to stimulate her with that wicked tongue, threatening to push her past the brink again.

It would all be for naught. Sister Lucia was more than ready to endure another orgasm, humiliating though it may be, if she could force one out of the harlot. She could sense that Madeline was reaching her carnal limits, as well. Just a little more and then-

Madeline must have sensed her doom approaching as well, because, after a final flex of pulsing power, she abruptly unclasped her legs. Sister Lucia cried out as her ribs unfurled all at once and a full blast of oxygen rushed into her tortured lungs, but that was hardly the last of it.

Madeline tipped forward, bringing Sister Lucia’s face unceremoniously to the mat. She was able to get her hands up at the last moment to mitigate the impact, but only just, and not enough to save her from the full force. It was still a harder hit than she would’ve liked, and she would’ve liked nothing at all.

But it was not so distressing as what came next. With Madeline’s face free, she could now breathe and focus, so it was no surprise that efforts redoubled in that moment. It was a good thing that Sister Lucia’s mouth was against the floor, as it muffled the unbidden cries that were spilling from her lips. She could feel another surge working through her body, another orgasm on the way. Inevitable, now.

But if she was going into that abyss, she would not do so alone.

Instead of pulling away, Sister Lucia locked her legs, clasped her ankle, and brought her thighs down on Madeline’s neck with a crushing reverse headscissor. Though she might not have had as much power to bring as the brunette, that was the beauty of targeting the neck - not much force was needed, and her limbs were lean and solid, packed with unflinching muscle. At the same time, she brought her lips to Madeline’s nethers once more and matched the woman’s effort with her, plunging her tongue deep, pushing her face far into the folds, engulfing her features with the fetid flesh.

A kamikaze attack, a wild gambit, but one she was willing. Even as she shuddered and another climax set her nerves alight, she continued to plumb those depths, working Madeline over while her juices spilled along her foe’s face.