Stalking through the forest's thick underbrush, with only the lights in the night sky to guide her, Tara heard the branches creak as the inhabitants of the jungle fled at her presence.

The jungle was humid, even at night, and its moisture clung to her bronze skin as she pushed through the endless undergrowth and up the mossy slopes. Her bountiful breasts were bound by a strip of animal pelt. Not for the sake of etiquette- as a woman such as Tara did not need it- but to stop them bouncing and flailing as she bound between trees and launched up rocky slopes. Her hips were covered by a similar pelt, her firm and thick buttocks concealed. Unlike the other, this pelt was worn for the sake of modesty. Tara didn't fear anyone or anything within this dense jungle, yet she had many tribes within her territory- and she didn't want their young, who had yet to learn the meaning of fear or to respect their superiors, to stare at her.

Usually reclusive, this wasn't something Tara typically had to think about, yet she had set out two moons ago, travelling through the eastern span of her territory. She did not stop to see which tribes had fallen and which new clans had risen, as she had never been interested in such things. The only 'socialising' she did was to the screams of terror from scouting parties as she continued along her path.

These screams faded as she made her way into unclaimed land, however.

Tara was journeying to make a meeting she had been awaiting for ten years.

Her small feet ground into the rock below her as Tara lowered into a squat before suddenly launching herself heavenward. She bounced from one tree to another, rising rapidly. Within mere moments, she had made an ascent that would have taken another hours to complete.

She had finally made it to the mountain. Made it back to the mountain. She had been here once before, ten years earlier.

When she was ten years younger.

She had come with her mother, following excitedly in her footsteps like the child she was. Yet she had been forced to make the journey home alone, wiping tears from her eyes as she ran.

Tara pushed through the large leaves blocking her way to the large water-source lake, a hidden sanctuary within the moss-covered mountain. Yet, the beauty of the water-source lake could not capture her attention at all, as only metres away, a figure had pushed her way through the foliage just as she did.

It was another girl, one almost identical to her.

Before her was a bronze-skin brunette, who, just like Tara, was wrapped in a wild outfit that showed more skin than it concealed. Tara dragged her eyes across the girl's body, observing her from top to bottom.

She had long, firm legs and thick thighs that led up to a pair of wide hips. Even though they were wrapped in a soft hide, Tara knew the pair of hips before her would be perfect for bearing children. The girl had a high, delicate waist that was contrasted by a tight stomach and well-defined abdominal muscles that glistened and shimmered. Tara did not know whether it was sweat or jungle's moisture that clung to the girl's stomach, but she knew it birthed a thirst in her that even the water-source lake could not quench.

Tara's green eyes continued upward, taking in the girl's large breasts, barely bound by what looked like a jaguar's hide. Desperate thirst transformed into furious sexual hunger as Tara wished she could rip apart the girl's meagre bindings and sink her fangs into her bronze breasts.

Finally looking to the girl's face, Tara saw a face that mirrored her own beauty. Soft cheeks, large blue eyes, a strong nose and luscious lips with slightly upturned edges. They were a seductive red, as though inviting her to take a bite, yet amid the tantalizing red was a bluish tinge.

The girl was poisonous.

Just like Tara.

Tara, and the girl opposite, were Venom Girls. They possessed the strength to survive the jungle alone, with powerful and potent poison coursing through their bodily fluids and a physique to cover hundreds of miles in a single day.

They were members of a seclusive race that lived primarily in jungles, spread out over vast distances, with each Venom Girl staying within her fiercely protected territory.

It was not a coincidence that Tara and the Venom Girl before her had appeared at this place.

Nor was it the first time they had met.

""You…!"" Tara hissed, her eyes flickering with a mix of loathing and lust. The other girl's voice overlapped with her own, her emotions a mirror of Tara's.

"Tara…!" The girl growled, her fists clenching as she grit white teeth.

"Lera…!" Tara growled back, feeling her body match the other girl's response.

The Venom Girl race, as the name would suggest, was composed entirely of females, and they typically roam in two-person cells of mother and daughter.

It was Tara's mother who brought her to this secluded lake ten years ago.

And-

It was Lera's mother who brought her to this secluded lake ten years ago.

With their numbers so few, and the distance between them so great, Venom Girls had no sense of community. Despite this, they did possess culture and tradition, passed down from mother to daughter, generation after generation. Perhaps in a time long buried in the sands of history, Venom Girls once lived together in tribes and villages.

It's from this shared history that Venom Girls have a culture of ritual combat that is used to settle disputes. This ritual combat has clearly outlined steps and processes and is designed to resolve combat while preventing the unnecessary loss of life.

Or at least, that is the intention behind it.

"Ten years ago, your mother sneak-attacked my mother and killed her-!" Tara screeched furiously- her beautiful face contorted in hatred.

"You dare say that-?!" Lera screamed back, stomping one foot. "That day, it was your mother who sneak-attacked mine!"

""Your mother went against the rules of a venomous duel and bit mine on the neck!"" The pair accused in unison.

"My mother would never!" Tara spat, "She was winning their fight, so why would she need to break the rule of ritual combat and bite your mother?!"

"Because she wasn't winning their fight!" Lera spat back, "It was my mother who was winning that day when your mother suddenly assaulted her!"

"You weren't watching that day," Tara rebutted indignantly, "It was my mother who was winning!"

"It was you who wasn't watching!" Lera countered, going red in the face from fury. "It was my mother who was winning!"

Truthfully… neither girl had witnessed the fatal finale of the duel between their mothers… In fact, they had barely seen anything at all. Yet neither Tara nor Lera could believe that their mother was the one to renege on the rules of ritual combat. Because of this, each had spent the last ten years telling themselves a story of how their mother's enemy had broken their much-valued traditions of a venomous duel.

Tara and Lera both stomped their feet in frustration, both bronze beautiful grinding their teeth together.

"Your mother couldn't bear the strength of my mother's venom, it was too strong for her-" Lera started to boast arrogantly before being interrupted-

"-Ha! It was your mother who couldn't bear the strength of MY mother's venom!" Tara scoffed in response, "And that same venom flows through me, so you will-"

"-Well, MY mother's venom flows through me, so you'll be defeated by my hand today-"

"-No, you'll be defeated by MY hand!"

""You…!"" The girls hissed together, both feeling a frenzied fury bubbling up inside them.

"…Lera--!"

"…Tara--!"

""I challenge you- Venom Girl to Venom Girl- to fight me in the ritual combat of our ancestors."" The pair spoke their shared words in equally icy voices.

Tara's face appeared frosty, yet her heaving chest betrayed her inner rage. Lera's busty boobs were exposing the girl in exactly the same way- the black bindings rising and falling rapidly.

Tara stepped forward, her thick thighs tensed and taut as she glared at her fated enemy. Yet her hateful glare wavered as the other girl matched her step, the brown-skinned beauty's dangerous curves stole her focus.

Lera was Tara's enemy- the girl she had been dreaming of defeating for the last ten years, yet she could not deny that just being near her lookalike was causing a fiery lust to rage within her.

This was no fault of Tara's, as Venom Girls, other than their fatal poisons, are most known for their immense sexual prowess and incredible libido. Tara had been told by her mother that some Venom Girls mate with nests of venomous snakes, using them to satisfy their lust.

Stranger still was that Venom Girls could even bear the children of venomous snakes, their wonderous physiques creating new life out of what could kill mere men!

Such children would possess stronger venom than those born from mating with humans- after all, how much venom was contained in the fluids produced by the human body?

These part snake Venom Girls were almost indistinguishable from those born from mating with humans, with the only evidence of their heritage being a few snake-like scales somewhere on the child's body.

Tara could remember anxiously inspecting every inch of skin under her mother's amused gaze and exhaling a sigh of relief when she found no trace of such scales.

Tara didn't enjoy the thought of being born from a snake, and naturally, she didn't grow into a woman who slept with serpents. Yet, she didn't visit the tribesmen in her territory for sexual release either.

What this meant was that… Tara was a virgin.

And driven solely by the desire for vengeance… she was a virgin who hadn't even masturbated before…

These years of suppressed urges meant that beneath her frosty demeanour- and against her will- her body was aching with lust for the tanned beauty before her.

Her bountiful breasts.

Her shimmering abs.

Her thick hips and narrow waist.

Tara's cunt was throbbing with longing for her worst enemy.

She could feel a warm honey-like substance trickling down her powerful thighs. Just staring at the other girl and exchanging barbed words had forced her into heat.

She could feel something else too, however- a burning stare scorching her skin.

It was Lera, her blue eyes piercing into her curves just as forcefully as her own green eyes were piercing Lera's.

Tera's insides squirmed under the girl's hot stare. Shivers ran down her spine while her plump thighs twitched, and her knees trembled. Her face flushed red, and she suddenly found herself breathless.

Tara had never felt this way before.

Because she had never been looked at like this before.

A sense of humiliation bloomed within her heart. She couldn't understand it, yet it caused the girl to grind her teeth even more forcefully. It was only when she managed to pull her eyes from Lera's body to her face that she realized the girl felt the same as her.

Feeling humiliated by her hot stare.

Green eyes darting down once more, she caught a glimpse of a sticky, shining fluid running down her enemy's inner thighs. The other girl was in heat too.

""Ha…"" The pair scoffed in unison, causing their eyes to clash in a vicious glare.

"You stared enough…?" Tara huffed, placing her hands on her hips, just above the pelt-skirt covering her crotch.

"Stared? You're the one who's been staring…!" Lera scoffed back, matching her rival's defiance attitude with her own.

""Hmph!"" Both girls pulled their eyes off the other's body, neither willing to further validate her enemy's claim.

"…Let's go then… Across the lake like our mothers before us," Tara challenged, her voice hoarse with both desire and hate.

"…Let's… I'll destroy you…!" Lera growled back, the brunette possessed of a vicious lust.

Across the lake was a small and secluded patch of grass, and beyond this was a cave that burrowed into the mountainside.

Ten years prior the young Tara and Lera had stood side-by-side, their still undeveloped curves squished against each other as they balanced on their tiptoes, squinting to watch their mother's initial clash on this grassy patch across the lake.

Both had been frustrated that they weren't taller than the annoying girl pressing against them, causing the pair of young wildcats to try all sorts of tricks to get the other to go away. Their small hands reached out and pinched each other, they tried to step on each other's feet, and they even tripped each other multiple times, resulting in the two landing face-first on the grass below.

Squabbling and constantly sabotaging each other, the young girls could only listen to their mothers' ragged gasps and grunts, as well as their wild cursing, echo across the lake.

According to the stories passed down from generation to generation, Venom Girls were great dancers and fierce warriors- Irresistibly seductive and fatally poisonous. It was because of this that the rite of ritual combat was separated into four bouts, each designed to assess which combatant upheld these ideals better.

The first fight- a battle of dance in which the two duelists attempt to out-perform and out-seduce each other.

If a clear winner does not appear and neither Venom Girl admits defeat, then the second fight begins, a fierce clash of physiques as the pair collide in battle like two wildcats.

If there exists no disparity in strength or technique, then the third fight would take place. The duo would coil themselves together like snakes in heat, intertwining sweaty and steaming flesh as they attempt to seize victory through sexual conquest.

Only if the ritual combat was still undecided would the two Venom Girls progress to the potentially fatal fourth fight. A test of venom. This final competition would last until one fighter failed to endure the venom of the other.

According to tradition, the first two battles would be fought under the open sky, while the latter two battles would be fought in private, hidden from both sun and moon.

In the pair of the girls' mothers, neither woman had an advantage in the first two rounds, so the duo retreated to the cave across the lake as the ritual combat entered its second half.

The young Tara and Lera had been left to pinch, trip and spit childish insults at each other to their hearts' content as they waited for their mothers to settle their dispute.

Yet despite the moon being banished by the sun's rising, only to return to the sky once more, neither woman walked out of the cave.

Lera and Tara had agreed to pull themselves apart, both covered in bruises and dirt, to swim across the lake to investigate, only to encounter a sight that would transform their childish squabble into the deep enmity that sustained them until this day.

Now, ten years later, the two were ready to swim across the lake once more, this time to fight their own battle.

In a single movement of her hand, Tara flung the beast skin 'clothes' from her body, exposing her wide hips and busty breasts.

"Like last time, race me across the lake, Lera!" She challenged boldly her head held high.

"Like last time, I'll beat you, Tara!" Lera cried in response, flinging the beast pelts from a body in a move that matched Tara's.

"You didn't beat me last time, I bet you!" She spat in response- it had taken everything Tara had to keep her eyes from darting to the girl's nipples.

The girls lowered themselves into the lake, their bodies tensing slightly at the water's chill.

""Three…""

""Two…""

""One…""

""-Go!""

The brunettes exploded into motion- the still lake whipped into a frenzy by their furious kicking.

This race was naturally not a part of the ritual combat, yet neither girl wanted to concede even a single minor loss to the other.

Despite her lightning-fast speed, however, Tara wasn't alone as she threw her soaking wet body onto the opposite shore.

Lera was right there next to her, panting and glaring at her with a face full of irritation. A face Tara was no doubt mirroring.

The pre-battle bout had failed to produce a winner.

As far as Tara was concerned, there was no such thing as a draw. If she hadn't won- hadn't claimed victory against her most hated enemy- then she had lost.

""Hmph! We both lost that round,"" Tara and Lera harrumphed in perfect synchrony.

Before Tara could decide whether to appreciate or feel annoyed by their shared perspective, she felt an old long-sealed memory worm its way into her mind.

A panting child, devoid of any curves, had been flopped on the grassy bank next to her. Soaked to the bone yet not shivering despite the moon being high in the sky, Tara and the girl had cried a similar set of words, their voices full of childish indignance.

""Hnngg…! Mom said… 'If you didn't win then you lost'…but you didn't win either… so we both lost!""

Even back then, their race had ended like this, and even back then, they had spoken the exact same words…

Until this memory had appeared in her mind once again, Tara had truly believed she had won that race ten years ago. Yet, the events of that fateful night had disturbed her to such an extent that she had reimagined how the race had ended, only to replay this false memory again and again…

The dazed and confused look in Lera's blue eyes told Tara that she was lost in her memories too.

Soon enough, however, the pair snapped out of their daze.

"We… We start the battle with the ritual dance," Lera hissed, jumping to her feet and glaring down at Tara.

"We do!" Tara spat back, springing up off the ground and putting her hands on her hips.

Tara stretched out her right leg, balancing on one foot as she did so. Lera matched this pose and positioned her right ankle so that it was touching Tara's.

Neither girl needed to count down, and as if by an invisible cue, to two sprang apart and started dancing. Tara could feel the rhythm of an ancient dance beating through her body. Her body whipped to and fro, low and outstretched one moment then high and straight the next. Her tight stomach tensed as her waist gyrated in serpentine and seductive movements.

Her green eyes were locked together with Lera's blue orbs in a taunting stare. Tara had never danced this dance before, yet her movements flowed as naturally as water. Lera was the same, each girl performing the dance of their ancestors ingrained within their bloodline.

Their long, powerful legs lashed out in dangerous strikes, and their hips swung out in powerful arcs, yet not once did the girls collide and interrupt the flow that had possessed them. Their savage strikes would melt into soft seductive touches the moment before impact, their soft soles would delicately press together for a single moment only to part as quickly as they united, while their hips would brush together, their plump buttocks dragging against each other before continuing in opposite directions.

Again and again, their sexually charged bodies came into sudden contact.

Tara's bountiful brown breasts grazed past Lera's bountiful brown breasts. Lera's bountiful brown breasts grazed past Tara's bountiful brown breasts.

Lera's sweaty stomach slipped against Tara's sweaty stomach. Tara's sweaty stomach slipped against Lera's sweaty stomach.

Tara's sticky, hairless crotch slowly dragged along Lera's sticky, hairless crotch. Lera's sticky, hairless crotch slowly dragged along Tera's sticky, hairless crotch.

Lera's round ass bumped and bounced off Tera's round ass. Tera's round ass bumped and bounced against Lera's round ass.

Tara's thighs twitched and trembled against Lera's thighs. Lera's thighs twitched and trembled against Tera's thighs.

Lera's small and delicate toes intertwined with Tera's small and delicate toes. Tera's small and delicate toes intertwined with Lera's small and delicate toes.

The two grew more and more flushed as they danced, their groans and moans echoing across the lake to the opposite shore. Every time they brought their increasingly sensitive bodies together, they were daring the other to linger just a moment longer than they did.

To enjoy the butterflies in their stomach and the throbbing in their crotch just a moment longer than they did.

Yet, to succumb to seduction would be to break the silent rhythm driving them, ending the ritual combat at its first stage.

And although both Venom Girls could feel the sticky wetness between their thighs growing with every moment they danced, neither would ever let themselves succumb.

…Even if they had to endure the ecstasy of their burning bodies practically melting together under their combined heat…

Finally, their dance came to an end with the two brown beauties balanced on their left legs, back-to-back with their fingers intertwined. Their sweat-soaked skin was practically stuck together, almost gluing the duo from shoulders to ass. Their right legs were bent at the knee with their ankles crisscrossing between their thighs.

This meant that Tara's foot was directly under Lera's twitching twat, and Lera's foot was directly under Tara's steaming slit.

Tara could feel a waterfall of honey-like pre-cum pouring from her enemy's pussy onto the underside of her foot- absolutely drenching it in love juice. Yet, she knew within a shadow of a doubt that she was doing the exact same to Lera's foot, completely soaking it in sticky pre-cum.

Perhaps the ritual dance was designed to end this way so each combatant could see how well they had seduced the other with their routine. This way, even if both Venom Girls finished the dance without losing rhythm, a winner could still appear.

Sadly for Tara and Lera, however, neither girl could ever hope to hold back the arousal leaking from their slits.

The two viciously dug their nails into the other's hands as if to vent their anger, before they lowered their feet, suddenly slapping them together with a wet squelch.

Tara could feel their fluids mixing and bubbling between her toes, a sensation that made her boil in embarrassment.

""Haaa… We both lost this battle…"" The girls growled in unison.

The result of ritual combat was too sacred to haggle over, and Tara was too proud to dispute this obvious result anyway.

"Then, the second battle…" Tara panted, "Let's match muscle against muscle."

"Muscle against muscle," Lera gasped back, "You're no match for me…!"

"Hmph!"

Tara felt her outstretched arms tense against Lera's as the second battle started as suddenly as the second. Remaining back-to-back with their fingers intertwined, the girls began trying to bend their foe's arms back.

Tara felt a rough groan escape her lips, yet heard a similar gasp leave Lera's mouth. Her biceps twinged with strain and her wrists started to ache, yet neither her nor Lera's arms moved even an inch.

""Mmph…!""

Neither girl was willing to let this persist, and while maintaining their stationary arm struggle, the duo ground their buttocks together and started trying to bend forward.

Tera's abdominal muscles twitched and trembled while her toes dug into the earth as she tried to pull the girl off the ground and onto her back, yet once again, neither girl moved.

""Argghh…!"" They growled in frustration through gritted teeth as the pair suddenly pulled apart. Their sweat-sealed backs were ripped apart, causing both girls to gasp in pain, yet they immediately spun around.

Each mirrored the other's face of frustration, beautiful faces contorted in angry scowls. They pressed their palms together, intertwined their fingers, and resumed their contest of strength, this time face-to-face.

Tara saw her green eyes reflected in Lera's blue eyes and watched the girl's blue-tinged lips part to reveal clenched teeth as they resumed their brutal match of strength.

Their bare breasts shook up and down, rebelling against the steely and stern atmosphere between the two fighters and causing their grunts of exertion to become tainted with lust.

"Ahhhh….! Enough of this!" Lera roared suddenly, her face red with veins bulging against her skin. "This isn't enough… to settle anything!"

"It's not!" Tara roared in response, her face equally strained, "Get on your knees…! So we can tangle like wildcats!"

Unbeknownst to Tara- who was lost in the excitement of battle, her green-tinged lips had parted to reveal the venom-drenched fangs in her mouth. Venom had begun to flow through her body, and if her fangs were retracted, every fluid across her body, from her sweat to her spit, would become suffused with her unique poison.

The flash of fangs and the ominous glow of her green-tinged lips was enough to immediately put Lera on guard, the girl's hair practically standing on end.

"You dare bare your fangs at me?!" Lera hissed, reflexively flashing her own fangs in response. "Venom isn't until the final battle, so put them away!"

Tara didn't respond, but immediately retracted her fangs. The green glow coursing through her lips returned to a subtle tinge, while the poison that was beginning to mix with her bodily fluids disappeared like dust in the wind. Tara didn't like being commanded by the other girl, yet she was too prideful to dispute what had happened. It was her wrong, and her silence and obedience admitted that.

Among Venom Girls, this could be considered an apology.

Still holding hands, the girls lowered themselves to their knees, allowing the moment of extreme tension to pass.

Both were fighting for their mother's honor. To prove that their bloodline was the stronger of the two families, and to prove that their mother had no need to sneak attack their enemy on that fateful night.

Naturally, neither Venom Girl would disregard this out of hatred and sink her fangs into the other.

With her legs spread to balance on the ground, Tera would feel the wet flood of pre-cum leaking from her twat onto the grass below, yet she could do nothing about it. She was as arousal by Lera as infuriated by her, and she knew she had the same effect on her rival.

Their foreheads touched as they stared into the other's eyes, their hot breaths meeting between their open mouths.

""No… venom…"" They gasped in unison, each girl ordering her foe to keep the venom out of her breath.

With that, the duo became straining against each other once again, wobbling from side to side as they attempted to push the other from their knees.

Tara pushed desperately against Lera and Lera pushed desperately against Tara, yet neither girl could gain an advantage for even a moment. Instead, all either girl did was leak more and more sticky pre-cum from between their open legs.

Imperceptibly, the dueling duo began inching closer together, their knees sliding along the wet grass until left was touching right and right was touching left. From there, their thick brown thighs aligned, twitching, and straining against each other.

Their arms extended outward as their upper bodies squashed together, their sweat-soaked tits pressing each other flat.

""Oooooohhhh-?!?"" The pair moaned in one lustful voice before their cheeks were squished together.

""S-strength….!"" Tara and Lera groaned in synchrony.

"S-second battle…"

"…S-strength…"

"…Not…"

"…Sex…"

"…So…"

"…Keep…"

""…Your… pussy…""

""…Away from… me…!""

The pair groaned and gasped, alternating words before giving each other a shared warning.

It was a warning both Venom Girls needed- as their throbbing crotches were only seconds away from being pressed together like the rest of their bodies.

""Hnngg…! Youu-!"" Lera and Tara snarled in embarrassment before suddenly exerting strength.

With this push, the stalemate was finally broken, though, in whose favor neither girl knew.

Due to the ground being soaked with their love juices, their knees slipped out from under them.

"Ahh-?!"

"Oof-!!"

Lera fell to the ground, with Tara collapsing on top of her, their fingers still intertwined. Each girl could feel the other's grit teeth grinding against her own through their squashed cheeks as their sweaty bodies slipped and slid against each other. Tara found their legs tangled together from their thighs to their feet and her pussy only inches above Lera's.

Usually, in a mounting battle, the fighter on top would have the advantage, yet this battle between Venom Girls was unique.

In this position, the burden was on Tara to keep her crotch from making contact with Lera's, which was a distraction her overloaded mind couldn't afford. Lera, on the other hand, could use the ground under her to pressure Tara any way she liked, not needing to worry about her crotch.

Tara, though, was baring down on her enemy, pressing her to the ground, yet she was all too conscious of her cunt leaking across her rival's and soaking it in pre-cum.

Despite this, through the pants and the grunts, Lera's reaction was strange.

"Y-you…! Get off me!!" The girl squealed in humiliation, quickly rolling Tara off her.

Tara was happy to go along with this, believing that Lera had just given up her advantage.

That was- until she found herself pinned by her beautiful nemesis.

As if struck by lightning, Tara felt a surge of humiliation and shame wash over her as disconnected thoughts from their previous encounters locked together.

Tara had previously felt embarrassed under Lera's burning hot stare. Her thighs had twitched, and her slit had gotten even wetter, yet she hadn't understood why, not why she felt so ashamed to be feeling this way.

Now she did.

It was normal for a Venom Girl to go into heat. Dealing with their overwhelming sexual desire was simply part of being a Venom Girl.

Though she had never sought out humans from the jungle tribes or a nest of snakes to satisfy these needs, she didn't feel there was anything to be ashamed of in doing this.

Equally, she didn't think there would be anything wrong with using Lera to quench her sexual thirst. This was why she fantasised about biting the bronze brunette's tits and thought about how the girl's hips were perfect for bearing children.

Yet, these scenarios had one thing in common-

She was using them-

She was in control-

She held the power.

Lera's sexually charged gaze, however, inverted that.

She was being viewed as a wet slab of fuckmeat, and to make it even worse, her body was aching and throbbing at this provocation.

It was only when Lera was bearing down on her, panting into her face and pouring endless pre-cum across her cunt as if marking her territory that she understood both her previous humiliation as well as Lera's act of giving up her 'advantage'.

"N-nooo...! Get off!" She squealed, lashing out and rolling her enemy off her.

Tera was back on top, now enjoying the position, only before she took take in the joy of having the other girl pinned under her, she was bucked off again.

Both girls now understood the feeling of being viewed as a piece of fuckmeat, and neither was willing to tolerate it, so the battle of strength was reduced to the two fighters tangling themselves into a tight catball.

The bronze beautiful released their mutual hold and started clawing at each other's back, pinching each other's tits, and hissing into the other's face.

Long legs were tangled and untangled, only to be knotted together again as their positions constantly changed back and forth, with neither girl getting even a moment to enjoy being on top.

They were stomach to stomach, tit to tit, chin to chin and nose to nose, yet the only thing they weren't was pussy to pussy, the duo desperately restraining their urge to slam their slits together.

Tara felt her sanity slipping, the urge to bite and pump the girl full of venom flashing through her mind multiple times. The only reason she didn't was because the need to slam her pussy into the other girls was stronger than her need to bite.

Stronger still, however, was her longing to prove herself and her bloodline stronger than Lera and her bloodline. The longing to win this ritual combat!

Yet tragically, Lera's willpower was just as strong as her own. Every time Tara thought she may win by default, as Lera's fangs began to extend or her pussy edged dangerously close to her own, the girl manage to restrain herself at the very last moment!

Lera's strength was a perfect match for Tara's too, as despite the sweat pouring off them and their desperate, ragged breaths, the bronze brunette seemed to possess an inexhaustible strength.

They rolled and fought and fought and rolled through the night until the moon had vanished, and the sun had started to rise.

The two were mid-roll, neither knowing whether they had just been on top or on the bottom when their strength finally ran out.

Tara and Lera let go of their mutual hold and their catball fell apart, the near-identical Venom Girls lying next to one another, Tara's right arm under Lera's head, while Lera's left arm was under Tara's.

If a bird looked down on the two from above, it would wonder if it was seeing double, as the brown-skinned duo were identical reflections of each other. Perfectly aligned from their strands of sweat-soaked and mated hair to their twitching toes, the only differences between the fighters were the color of their eyes and the twinge running through their lips.

Perhaps even the beads of sweat rolling off them were symmetrical, though it would take a particularly eagle-eyed bird to notice this.

Despite the two succeeding in keeping their pussy apart, their throbbing twats were still connected by a thick trail of viscous pre-cum that ran across their thick thighs. A mix of sticky love juice that rolled from one girl's cunt to the other's as many times as they had rolled.

""Haa…Haa…Haa…!"" They gasped, both desperate for breath.

Tara felt like every inch of skin was overflowing with lust. Her current condition was like a dark sky about to erupt in a thunderous storm- the slightest change could set her off.

"Both…" Tara gasped.

"Lost…" Lera gasped.

"…Sexual…"

"…Combat…"

""…Now…!""

The pair rolled apart, breaking the countless threads of body fluids that connected them.

This third battle had to be fought in the cave.

The two staggered to their feet, both suppressing the lust inside them, both turning to look back across the water.

Ten years ago, they had stood there watching the fight, rubbing shoulders and pinching waists as their mothers were forced to escalate their conflict to the third battle.

Now, ten years later, it was the two of them who had been forced to escalate the conflict. Though- it was more accurate to say that the duo was desperately in need of the third battle…

Tara's eyes flashed as she started to understand exactly how her mother was feeling on that fateful day.

Each step was a struggle for both Tara and Lera, not because their powerful physiques had truly been pushed to the point of breaking down, but because after hours of grinding themselves together the other's very presence was practically enough to push them over the edge of climax.

Tara took an agonising step, beginning what would undoubtedly be a slow walk into the cave. She could feel her clit throbbing and twitching, the erect nerve nexus poking out of her dripping folds.

"Fight me, Tara…!" She heard Lera growl next to her, the brunette taking painful steps of her own. "The way our mothers fought… let's find out which of us has the better body…!"

Tara had to force down a surge of excitement that almost poured out of her at her rival's goading words.

"Hmmm… yes…." She moaned in response, letting temptation drown her words. "Let's find out which of us has stronger tits…"

Tara- still refusing to even glance at her opponent for fear of immediately cumming, reached up to squeeze her large, perky breasts, pushing them together as though to flex their size.

She didn't know if Lera had seen her teasing movements, but the girl had definitely sensed what she was up to as Tara heard a hot gasp escape the brown beauty's lips.

"Haaaa…?!!" Tara could feel Lera squirming as they walked in lockstep into the cave's mouth.

The cave walls were covered in countless gemstones, each reflecting and refracting light from an unknown source. This not only brightened the cave but gave it a mythical and mysterious charm.

Tara didn't have time to appreciate the splendour of the cave, however, as Lera started to speak once again.

"I-I definitely have the better boobs, but I'll have to prove I have the better ass too…!"

The girl's voice was dripping with defiance yet also drenched in desire, as though begging Tara to turn her head and look at her.

Tara had resolved herself not to look, but then she heard a sound that almost made her snap. It was the sound of Lera's plump, wet ass cheeks being spread and the sound of her soaked slit being pulled agape.

"Hhhnnng…??!" Tara groaned as she felt a climax nearly spill out of her cunt. Just imagining the source of the sounds assaulting her ears almost pushed her over the edge.

Her hourglass body squirmed slightly as she desperately suppressed the overpowering sexual excitement.

"B-better ass…? Mine is thicker and fatter than yours…! But since we are going ass-to-ass… we should compare a-assholes too…!"

"Ooohhh--?!!?"

Tara's flushed face and hazy eyes curled into a smirk as she heard Lera's reaction to her counterattack. She didn't let the girl off there, however. She also mimicked her opponent's move. Tara grabbed her plump, dripping-wet ass cheeks and spread them apart. The sound of her pussy folds splitting apart bounced off the cave walls and into Lera's ears.

She could sense her rival's identical body twitched and spasm, yet before she could feel proud of her victory-

"Hhhoooooh--?!!?"

-It was Tara's turn to gasp and groan as Lera's counterattack reached her ears.

The two brown beauties went round and round as they staggered down the winding passageway.

Tara brought up boobs- Lera's brought up their asses.

Lera brought up their asses- Tara brought up assholes.

Tara brought up assholes- Lera brought up pussies.

Lera brought up pussies- Tara brought up clits.

Leaning against the cave walls for support, the girls groaned as they gushed like waterfalls, each leaving long thick trails of love juices behind them.

Their taunting, teasing and tempting words whipped their sexual frenzy to a boiling heat neither had thought possible, and their words were growing more and more depraved.

Through hot pants and stifled moans, they had exchanged all sorts of sordid threats. Each claimed that she could use her body in ways the other couldn't and left no body part unmentioned.

Pants and gasps overlapped as the two engaged in mutually destructive seduction, their steps getting slower and slower as they moved deeper into the cave.

Their cycle of taunts and temptations could have gone on forever, each girl using their words as a weapon to reduce their opponent to a desperate and drenched mess, yet it was suddenly and unexpectedly interrupted.

Tara had been shuffling down the passageway using the left-side wall to support her twitching and trembling body, while Lera had been using the right-side wall to do the same.

Neither girl had looked at the other even once, both hoping the other would succumb to their seduction first and self-detonate. Tara's green eyes were either unfocused- her mind occupied by fantasy, or staring at the wall as she buried her head in her arm and bit her lip- attempting to banish her fantasies.

Lera's blue eyes were much the same, which meant that neither girl was looking at the increasingly narrow passageway they were shuffling down.

They had been getting closer and closer with every step they took, yet neither had noticed.

That was, until their twitching ass cheeks collided.

""Y-youuuu-!?!!"" The pair squealed in unison, their voices shrill and shocked. Neither had been expecting the sudden and electrifying contact between their sensitive bodies, causing both to jolt uncontrollably.

They bounced apart, each to her respective wall, yet here was their mistake.

Tara recoiled with her back to the left-side wall, her body convulsing with barely suppressed pleasure.

Lera recoiled with her back to the right-side wall, her body spasming with forcefully contained pleasure.

Yet this meant that for the first time since entering the cave and sharing their twisted and perverted fantasies… the two Venom Girls were looking at each other.

Tara saw her rival staring at her like a frightened deer, her green eyes wide as she pressed herself against the opposite wall. The girl's large tits were heaving up and down, while her red nipples were swollen beyond belief. Her thick bronze thighs were spread, both sticky with sweat and love juices twitching uncontrollably. A long trail of viscous fluid was pouring out of the girl's engorged slit like silver honey.

A savage and primal need to fuck and mate swelled within Tara, coursing through her veins like an aphrodisiac. All she could think about was pressing the girl before her to the ground and slamming her cunt into the other girl's as hard as she could.

It was only when that thought crossed her mind that Tara realized that she was on the verge of cumming.

Her hands shot to her pussy in a desperate attempt to somehow hold back the orgasm as her knees buckled and she slipped to the floor with her legs spread. She almost managed to suppress it, she would have done if she were alone.

Yet what pushed her over the edge was not any of the fantasies that had been swirling in her mind, but instead, the sight of her rival's hands cupping her cunt just like her own as she slipped to the ground with her. Their feet pressed together due to their simultaneous falls, left meeting right and right meeting left as each girl's spread legs forced the other's to stay open.

""N-noooo-!!!"" The pair screamed in desperation as thick spurts of cum splattered out from between their fingers, soaking their hands and shooting across the space between their spread legs in thick, heavy strands.

The pair saw stars as their cumshots collided and another climax burst out of them with even more force than before.

Eyes clashed in a furious glare as each girl recognised that while they hadn't made it to their destination, the third battle had just begun!

Tara and Lera threw themselves together as soon as their realisation passed through them, both wanting to seize the initiative.

Typically, the third phase of ritual combat was a race to see which Venom Girl would climax first, with each competitor trying to withstand the urge to cum under the other's assault. Yet Tara and Lera, two girls who had remained chaste and sexually inexperienced until today, had already climaxed twice- before the third battle had even properly begun!

By tactic understanding, the nature of their third battle had changed from competing to see who would cum first, to competing to see who would cum the most. The brown-skinned beauties had spent hours driving each other feral with lust, and mere non-contact climaxes would never be enough to satisfy their desire for pleasure, nor their desire to destroy the other.

The open space further in the cave wasn't needed. They would roll and rampage and rape each other right here.

The soft animal fur bed that awaited them wasn't needed. They would crack the ground beneath them with their savage slams and floor the passageway with their squirt.

Hands clawed at back as the two collided in a tangled catball once again. Breasts crushed breasts and nipples pierced nipples as their owners writhed and wriggled for the advantage.

Tara hooked her legs around Lera's, straining thighs struggling against each other as her knees clamped her rival's. As Tara rocked to the top of their catball she felt pleased that she had successfully trapped the other girl only to realize that while she had imprisoned Lera's long legs with her, Lera had equally tangled her legs too.

This was made apparent when Lera took the top spot seconds later and Tara found her legs helplessly trapped within the other girl's, only able to wriggle her toes in resistance.

Seconds later, however, Tara was back on top, Lera crushed beneath her sweat-soaked body and her foe's legs helplessly spread once again.

The duo grunted and groaned as this cycle repeated, each struggling against her restraints as she tried to establish dominance over the other. Soon enough, they were lying on their sides pressed together from head to toe. They could only tangle their toes and slap their soft soles against each other in mutual indignation as their long legs had gotten so knotted together that neither girl knew where her legs ended and her rival's began.

"Ssslithering together like snakesss… this is what we should be doing," Lera hissed into Tara's ear, their soft cheeks squashed together and they thrashed across the ground.

"No…venom….!" Tara growled back, feeling a faint tingling sensation across her neck.

Clearly, Lera's fangs had extended, and the girl's bodily fluids had started to be suffused with poison. Her wet, poisonous breath was dancing along Tara's sensitive skin as if begging to be let in.

She could not blame Lera for struggling against her venomous instincts, as having the girl's neck so close to her fangs was proving torturous for her too. She was struggling to keep her fangs inside her mouth, fighting to keep the poison within her from completely mixing with her sweat, spit and cum.

Lera responded with a slam of her crotch. Their thick wet thighs were squished together under the force of this thrust as their clits stabbed together causing both to wail in pleasure as another orgasm ravaged their twin bodies.

Cum sloshed and splattered in thick gooey strands as the pair resumed their rolling. The dominant girl would force her cunt down on the other's girl, causing the duo to squirt simultaneously before they swapped positions and repeated.

Their stomachs rubbed up and down, their tensed abs grinding together while below their tangled legs their soft feet slapped against each other in feeble resistance.

Their hands pinched waists, pulling hair and abused ass cheeks as the sweat and steam pouring off them mixed and mingled. A faint hissing could be heard in the air, a noise not produced by their mouths, by instead from their poisonous sweat and cum colliding between their warring bodies.

"Stop…trying to bite… meeee…!" Lera groaned, recognising the signs of their venoms starting to battle.

"You're…the one… trying to bite… meeee…!" Tara hissed back, no less aware of their venomous collision.

""N-nnoooo… bitingggg…!"" The pair commanded in unison as yet another orgasm surged through them. This shared orgasm distracted their more bestial instincts long enough for the two to grab a fistful of the other brunette's hair, with each then used to pull their opponent away from their neck.

Their knotted legs slipped apart with surprising flexibility, their fused sweat and cum failing to stick them together. Now separated, the duo circled each other within the tiny space of the cave passageway for a single moment before throwing themselves back together.

This time, however, Tara's legs lashed out to lock themselves around Lera's head, trapping it between her thick thighs. Yet, as she did this, Lera's long brown legs had kicked out and done the same thing- pinned Tara's face between two plump thighs.

""Mmmmphhh!!!"" The duo cried out, though their furious screams were muffled by the other's leaking pussy lips.

Both girls, now with fangs retracted, instincts suppressed and bodily fluids back to normal, locked lips with their rival's cunt.

Tara's green-tinged lips met Lera's sensitive slit and Lera's blue-tinged lips met Tara's twitching twat.

Neither cared about the humiliation of serving another Venom Girl's cunt with her mouth, nor did they care about their noses being pressed up against their foe's asshole. Lured by the scent of a Venom Girl in heat, neither could think of anything but sucking every drop of cum out of the other's steaming slit.

Their fingernails scratched and slashed at plump assmeat, as the duo shared climax after climax, each pouring hot cum down the other's throat. As the pair rolled and writhed, their thighs unconsciously opened as if each girl was wanting the other to go deeper.

Tara- her rationally submerged under waves of pleasure, made this desire clear as her knees bent and she pushed down on Lera's head with her delicate feet. Lera was doing the same to her, the girl's soft soles grinding against the back of her head, forcing her face deeper and deeper into her foe's cunt.

They sucked and swallowed countless loads of hot cum from each other's pussy, sharing orgasm after orgasm until, after one devastating climax, the pair rolled onto their sides in a twitching tangle of trembling limbs and tender fuckmeat.

Tara's head rested on Lera's left thigh, the brunette gasping cum-soaked air as she tried to catch her breath. Her rival's other leg was suspended above her head, still twitching uncontrollably.

Tara's body had seized up in much the same way, her right leg suspended in the air and twitching helplessly too. She could feel Lera's furious pants assaulting her throbbing cunt, and she knew it would only be a brief moment before the girl resumed her assault.

Tara lashed out with her right leg, bending it back like a bow and attempting to pinch her foe's leg between her thigh and calf. Unfortunately for Tara, Lera had the same idea, causing their legs to lock together above their twin bodies.

With Lera's legs completely spread open, Tara now had a perfect view of Lera's pulsing pussy, still oozing with cum.

With Tara's legs completely spread open, Lera now had a perfect view of Tara's pulsing pussy, still oozing with cum.

Immediately both Venom Girls rammed their fingers into their foe's spread slit, their long fingers penetrating deep into pulsing pussy flesh.

""OooOooohhhh--??!!"" Tara and Lera squealed in synchrony, their undignified voices now free to bound between the narrow cave walls.

Humiliated, the two only intensified their assaults, grinding their palms against clits while the fingers on their other hands forced their way into their rival's twitching asshole.

Their shared screams of humiliation and pleasure resounded unceasingly as their locked legs thrashed and strained against each other above their squashed bodies. Both girls desperately wanted to clamp their legs shut, yet their mutual bind prevented either from achieving their aim.

Tara would have to push or pull her leg out of Lera's grasp, yet the girl's leg pinch was too strong for Tara to break out of!

Likewise-

Lera would have to push or pull her leg out of Tara's grasp, yet the girl's leg pinch was too strong for Lera to break out of!

All either girl could do was finger fuck the other even more savagely and try to destroy her foe before her foe destroyed her!

Toes twitched and stomachs spasmed as they came again and again without a single break in their unwilling synchrony. Each brunette's hips bucked and thrashed as they attempted to escape the sexual torment they were being subjected to, yet all they achieved was tangling their bound legs even tighter together.

Wrapping around one another like twin vines, Tara and Lera's right legs were stretched upward, granting their nemesis full access to their clit, cunt, and asshole.

Each girl took advantage of this to tease and torture her opponent for as long as they could, until, after letting out bestial screams of pleasure, the two spasmed as though struck by lightning.

Their mutual leglock collapsed as the two slumped in different directions, Tara's cheeks were squashed as her face hit Lera's left foot and Lera's cheeks were squished as her face hit Tara's left foot.

A whimper escaped their lips in unison as their right feet fell down at last, each girl's flushed face now smothered by both her foe's feet.

Before either Venom Girl could recover enough to resist this insult as they lay on their stomachs, face pinched between a pair of feet, they realized that their legs had fallen into a scissor-position.

With left legs over right legs, their steaming, sticky asses were pressing against each other, and their puffing, panting pussies were only an inch apart.

Tara felt their overlapping legs tense in unison as both girls realized they had reached the inevitable final clash of the ritual combat's third battle.

"S-so it's come to this…!" Lera panted, pulling her face off Tara's twitching toes. "We've been equal so far but this… this will settle it!"

"I-it has…!" Tara rasped back, forcing her head off her enemy's feet. "We went clit to clit and slithered together like snakes, but we couldn't determine which of us was best…"

"We drank from each other's slit and pumped each other's stomach with cum yet nothing was settled…" Lera admitted, turning her head to give Tara a vengeful glare.

"We fingerfucked each other without end, screaming like beasts only to fall together…" Tara spat unwillingly, sending Lera a hateful stare of her own.

"I-it's true…" Lera growled, before adding in a voice full of resentment, "-But you failed to beat me, Tara!"

"H-hmph!" Tara huffed, before hissing back, "You failed to beat me, Lera!"

Though neither girl knew who had started it, the pair had begun grinding their plump buttocks together.

Tara's ass would grind down against Lera's, while Lera's would grind up against Tara's. Their motions would then begin again, this time with Lera's grinding her ass down against Tara's and Tara grinding her ass up against Lera's.

It was as though their bodies were unconsciously seeking out the other's pounding pussy, trying to grind down the obstructive assmeat in their way.

Before they had even finished their begrudging words, each pair of ass cheeks had accomplished their goal. Both sets of buttocks had been mercilessly spread open, both girls' dense ass flesh being split by the other girl's.

Their swallow slits, still drooling cum, were now only a single movement apart. Maintaining their electrified glare, the two rose to their knees, keeping their plump asses pressed together.

Tara leant down, placing both hands against the floor as she readied herself to slam backward. Her heavy chest was squeezed between her arms as though offering her tits to be titfucked, yet Lera could not appreciate the view, as she was pointed the opposite direction in the exact same position.

"We may have lost to each other in the first two battles, Lera. But this will only end with you losing to me!" Tara spat, confident despite her previous losses.

"Ha! As you say, we lost to each other before, Tara. Yet this time we're going pussy-to-pussy, which means you can only lose to me!" Lera claimed arrogantly.

Grinding their teeth, the two exchanged one final over-the-shoulder glare, before they pushed their hips back in unison!

""-------------------?!?!?!?!!!!""

Neither Tara nor Lera could hear the bestial scream that escaped their mouths as their lower lips finally collided in their entirety. Both girls had cum countless times, whether from fingerfucking, performing oral sex or crushing their clits together.

This many shared orgasms had unknowingly given the two virgin Venom Girls the impression that they understood sex and that they were mentally prepared for the pleasure their cunt collision would bring.

-Both of them were proven wrong.

The near-identical girls felt their brains explode with sexual ecstasy, their twin minds immediately soaring to heights of pleasure previously thought impossible as their pussies sucked and tugged at one another.

Every inch of quivering fuckmeat either girl possessed was immediately slammed into by an identical reflection of a perfectly matching, perfectly compatible pussy.

Both Tara and Lera saw white as their eyes rolled back and waves of pleasure coursed through them, their consciousness scattered under a fog of bliss.

Both could sense movement, the cave floor against their backs, which told them they were moving, yet neither knew where they were rolling to, or how to control their muscles.

Both could feel their legs wrapping around the other's plump buttocks and their fat breasts crushed together, yet neither knew how they got turned around.

They only knew they were cumming, harder and faster than ever before. It wasn't necessary to pump their hips and thrust their pussies together. Just the contact between them and the tiny micro-movements of their twitching twats was enough to smash through their understanding of what sex between two Venom Girls truly was.

Her mind lost in a cloud of pleasure, Tara found herself lost in pleasure-drench thoughts.

The Crystalline cave walls were unleashing a kaleidoscope of multicolored light upon her dazed green eyes, struggling against the barrage of color and her lack of focus as she spun and rolled along the ground, she barely caught sight of a pile of animal fur pelts.

It was only then, that Tara belatedly realized that this was the room deep within the cave where the two of them found their mothers, locked together with their fangs in each other's necks.

The room stopped spinning, the two had stopped rolling.

She could feel Lera's plump ass between her legs, her tits flattened against her own.

She could feel their clits knotted together, their pussies sealed together as they oozed cum.

Tara could feel an urge building, somehow rising above the endless pleasure-

-The urge to bite.

Bestial instincts pouring into her mind while her rationality was suppressed, screaming at her to act as she pleases.

No need for honor or vengeance or fairness.

Just a need to sink her venom into her enemy's soft flesh. To pump Lera's insides until they were full of Tara.

Yet even through all this, somewhere between reality and illusion, Tara could feel a pair of eyes watching her…

…Full of love and concern.

The legacy of her race was contained in her venomous blood.

Yet her mother was also a part of this legacy.

Warning her-

'Do.'

'Not.'

'Bite!'

With a horrendous gasp that burnt her lungs, Tara's mind returned to her just as she felt her fangs starting to sink into Lera's outstretched neck.

Her hands shot to the girl's shoulders, gripping them hard enough to bruise as she forced the girl backward.

Yet as she pushed Lera back, she too, felt herself be thrust back. Lera's arms were on her shoulders, and as her head flung back, she locked eyes with her rival.

She looked as though she had just been pulled from the water when on the verge of drowning, her face full of breathless pain and confusion.

Her fangs were outstretched too.

Tara sensed that her bestial instincts had been shattered- banished beyond the borders of her mind. Staring at the other girl's dumbstruck face, she felt as though Lera had experienced the same thing.

The pair exhaled painfully, as if their throats were burning, and relaxed the vice grip each had on the other's shoulders.

Pussies still squashed together, a sharp pleasure was still coursing through them, yet it had descended from the towering heights it had reached before, letting the duo think clearly once more.

"That-!?"

"We-?!"

The pair panted in unison, their eyes filled with shared shock at what they just experienced.

Their eyes locked together, both flickering with a sense of lost.

"Your mother…" Tara began tentatively, her face looking as though she had swallowed a fly. "She… didn't sneak attack my mother…"

"And your mother…" Lera echoed, her face just as distorted, "Didn't sneak attack my mother…"

Tara understood, just as clearly as Lera understood, that their previous understanding of the events ten years ago had been incorrect.

Neither of their mothers had 'sneak attacked' the other.

Instead, at the climax of their third bout and assaulted from pleasure on all sides, the pair had succumbed to their bestial instincts and sunk their fangs into each other's neck.

The ritual combat was designed to prevent necessary death, and even the fourth, most deadly bout did not involve the combatants biting one another. Yet the ritual combat could not prevent the fighters' rationality from dissipating in a cloud of sexual pleasure, nor could it prevent two equally poisonous Venom Girls from biting each other to death.

Tara felt as though she had lost something… yet gained things too.

She had lost the belief she had clung to for ten years- that her mother would have won the fight if not for her enemy's underhanded attack.

Yet thanks to the legacy of her mother that lay deep within her blood, she had lived where her mother died. She had also gained an understanding of the history of her race.

Perhaps it was this uncontrollable instinct that resulted in Venom Girl society collapsing as the members of her race scattered in all directions, choosing to live solitary lives from that point onward.

The erudite shine in Lera's eyes told Tara that her rival was thinking similar thoughts.

Still twitching and trembling, the pair glared at each other, both biting their lips in annoyance.

"So now what…?" Tara spat, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the other girl despite everything they had been through.

"So now what?!" Lera echoed back in a voice filled with mockery. "Are you ready to surrender, Tara?"

"Me? Surrender?!" Tara scoffed, "It's you who should surrender. I'll spare you from my venom if you do."

"I'll be the one sparing you!" Lera firmly rebutted, before continuing, "You know how your mother died, so you don't have any reason to fight me, why put yourself through it?"

"Well, you now know how your mother died, so you don't have any reason to fight me, so just not surrender?" Tara countered.

"Who said I don't have any reason to fight you?!" Lera spat, her blue eyes flashing with hatred.

"Well, who said I don't have any reason to fight you?!" Tara spat straight back.

The pair winced as their still conjoined cunts convulsed, the duo gasping together before continuing with their clash of words.

"I hated you even before all that happened-" Tara growled at her 'twin' before the other brunette interrupted her.

"Well- I hated you before that happened too! The way you acted so much better than me when you were just a pathetic little girl-"

"Pathetic little girl? You were the one trying to act taller than me and getting tripped up-"

"I was the one tripping you up-"

"No, I was the one-"

"No! I was the one-"

Their furiously indignant words bounced back and forth between their mouths as they hissed at one another. Meanwhile, their lower lips continued to twitch and throb in unison, with spits of fused cum spurting out from their conjoined cunts when their argument got particularly heated.

Quickly, the brown beauties had leaned back, propping themselves up with their arms behind their backs as they slowly ground their pussies together.

Eyes dragged across the other's body with complete disdain, as each spat out what they hated about each other as if competing to see who hated who more.

Perhaps their subconscious pride forbade them from lying, or perhaps the heat of the situation was melting their rationality, but regardless, the pair were being honest in their admissions.

"Back then I hated you because we looked the same-"

"The same height-"

"The same shape-"

"Every time we'd pinch each other, and we'd press against each other as we tried to escape-!"

"Every time we'd try to step on each other's feet and our toes would get tangled together-!"

""Every time we'd go to trip each other only for both of us to fall and end up lying on top of each other--!!""

""-I hated you so much I couldn't wait to fight you when we grew up!!""

The heads of the near-identical girls rocked back as their furiously squashed slits spasmed helplessly at their shared words. Mixed cum oozed out of their conjoined cunt as they grit their teeth and shared a hateful glare.

""And even now, after all this time…! We still look the same!""

"The same face-!"

"The same hair-!"

"The same boobs-!"

"The same stomach-!"

"Waists-!"

"Hips-!"

"Ass-!"

"Assholes-!"

"Thighs-!"

"Feet-!"

"Clits-!"

The pair went back and forth, practically revelling in their mutual hatred of their countless similarities. From the obvious matches to the tiniest details nobody but them would notice- the pair left no part of their bodies' symmetry unacknowledged.

The mutual wounding of their egos was akin to the pair pressing two open wounds together and then cooperating to pour salt over them.

Tara was willing to expose her own humiliation if it meant getting to humiliate Lera.

Lera was willing to expose her own humiliation if it meant getting to humiliate Tara.

With each shared stab of the knife, the pair twitched and spasmed against each other resulting in the duo sitting up and locking themselves together in a bearhug.

"We keep cumming at the same time…!" Tara whispered hatefully into Lera's ear, now devoid of the urge to bite the girl's neck.

"We keep losing to each other…!" Lera hissed furiously back, her hot breath tickling Tara's skin.

""What makes me hate you even more--!"" The pair growled in unison,

""Is that our pussies are exactly the same too…!"" The pair admitted in a single voice overflowing with unwillingness at a truth neither could deny.

""Hhhhnnnggg--??!?!"" It was an admission that led each brunette to a wet and sticky orgasm as both girls shuddered with hate and humiliation.

Thick squirt spilled from their locked lower lips, oozing and spurting across their twitching thighs and quivering stomachs. Small toes struggled to unclench as their legs remained tensed around the other's plump brown buttocks.

The bronze beauties could only exchange resentful looks as they realized their sex battle… had ended.

If both Venom Girls were being honest… they had known the conclusion for a while.

How come they not, after sharing dozens of simultaneous climaxes?

Tara had lost yet again to Lera, the girl she just couldn't beat. Lera had lost yet again to Tara, the girl she just couldn't beat.

The two were tired and their bodies ached from the toll of their endlessly dragged-out conflict. Despite this, and despite the pair moving past the enmity caused by their mothers' mutually inflicted deaths, they were more desperate than ever to win.

Tara wanted to defeat Lera, not because Lera was the daughter of her mother's killer, but just because she hated Lera. She hated how they looked the same and hated how they kept losing to one another.

Lera wanted to defeat Tera, not because Tara was the daughter of her mother's killer, but just because she hated Tara. She hated how they looked the same and hated how they kept losing to one another.

This meant, that while the pair could agree to end their ritual combat at any time, settling the feud with both Venom Girls taking a step back, neither wanted to.

With this being the case, there was only one option left.

""Venom…against venom…!""

This final stage of ritual combat, the venom battle, was unlike the previous three stages. In the previous rounds, a difference in ability would end the combat and settle the feud. The loser's pride would be hurt, yet no long-lasting harm would befall them.

The venom battle posed a significant danger, however. One Venom Girl's poison may prove far stronger than her opponent's poison resistance, which is why this final battle was split into small contests, to mitigate the dangers and risk of death.

The first bout involved the fighters suffusing their saliva with poison. Each would then mix her saliva with a bowl of sweet wine made from the jungle's harvest. The two would then exchange bowls and drink the poisoned wine.

If a fighter failed to endure the other's venom, presenting even the smallest of symptoms while the other remained unaffected, then the ritual combat would end.

Conversely, if both fighters suffered similar symptoms under the other's venom, whether the ritual combat would end in a draw or continue would depend on the severity of these symptoms. If both combats were feverish and vomiting, for example, it would end in a draw. If both suffered mild symptoms, such as a headache or stomachache, then they could choose to continue.

Naturally, if both were unaffected, the venom battle would proceed.

The two would suffuse the rest of their bodies with poison, which would cause them to sweat. The two would then press their sweat-soaked bodies together until it was clear there was a victor, or there was no victor at all. Just as before, if one or both fighters succumbed to the other's venom, the ritual combat would end.

If no settlement was reached, the third bout would start, and it would bring the focus of the two combatants back to their mouths. The pair would hold their mouths only an inch apart and breathe deeply the other's venom-drenched breaths.

If this sharing of breaths proved futile- whether because the venom in their mixed breaths neutralised each other perfectly, or because the pair were equally resistant to the other's venom, the last bout of the last ritual combat would begin.

The two equally matched Venom Girls would lock lips and tangle tongues, rubbing and grinding their soft pink muscles as they mixed their spit together before swallowing. Venomous saliva would hiss and bubble within their sealed mouths as each girl forced her mouth juices into her enemy's stomach.

With their poison meeting directly in their mouths and flowing undiluted into their stomachs, this bout had the highest chance of causing death. Only those who were truly irreconcilable to their continued stalemate would proceed in this final battle, risking life and death to search for a difference between them.

After this, the ritual combat would end. The result would, from then on, be indisputable and forever beyond doubt.

There would be no second tries, and certainly no clash of fangs or biting necks.

This was because, to a Venom Girl, sinking her fangs into another's neck was no different to a human driving a knife into another's heart. There was no sport nor competition in such an action, it was simply murder.

This was the history, heritage, and iron-clad law of their people, passed down within their mystical bloodlines, as well as from their mothers' teachings.

Neither Tara nor Lera would disobey.

The pair groaned as they rocked their bodies, rolling onto their sides while keeping their crotches together.

The two reached out with their left and right hands respectively to grab two leather pouches.

Prepared by their mothers years ago, each pouch contained the implements necessary for the fourth and final ritual combat, a wooden bowl with deep ritual carvings, and a carefully sealed jar of fruit wine.

Somewhat reluctantly, the curvaceous beauties untangled their legs and pulled their pussies apart, causing a wet pop to echo around the small room.

Tara tucked her feet under her plump buttocks, resting on her knees only a hair's breadth away from Lera, who was doing the same.

Even with her rival's legs closed to her once again, Tara could still see Lera's arousal as her lower navel continued to twitch and throb with desire while her nipples remained swollen and sore.

Tara could feel her body protesting their separation in the exact same way, her womb pounding against her navel while her nipples were so erect they felt like they were going to burst.

The pair were achy and sore, yet still, they hadn't vented their mutual lust.

With flushed faces and hazy eyes, the duo poured the wine into their respective bowls, filling them until the liquid reached a certain notch in the wood.

Within her closed mouth, Tara's fangs extended, causing poison to leak out and fuse with her sweet spit. She could see Lera doing the same, the girl's plump lips closed as she started to build up poisoned saliva.

Simply sitting and facing each other in silence, unable to touch or taunt was not either girl's style, however. If they had the patience for such a thing, they would not have spent hours tripping and pinching each other ten years ago.

"You've been trying to give me a taste of your venom since we met… looks like you've finally got your chance, Lera…" Tara whispered seductively, rolling the saliva in her mouth to avoid spilling it. Her perky tits rising and falling in anticipation, she added, "I hope you don't disappoint me…"

"Oh… I won't…Tara…" Lera hissed back, in a voice full of temptation. Her head lulled from one side to the other while her soft cheeks bulged slightly, the brown-skinned beauty doing her best not to spill her split. Her firm ass cheeks were twitching slightly, the girl's lust rising in unison with Tara's. "I hope your venom isn't as watered down as your cum…or you'll be the one disappointing me…"

"Haaaahh…My cum's watered down…?" Tara gasped incredulously, feeling the saliva in her mouth and the heat in her throbbing womb increase with every taunt they exchanged. "I can still see my thick cum stuck to your weak little pussy…"

"Mmmmh…I've got the weak little pussy…?" Lera moaned back, her words growing slurred as her spit flowed faster and faster. Unbeknownst to Lera, her thick brown thighs had started to rub together in excitement, her body craving pleasure. "The only thing your wet fuckhole is good for is slurping up my squirt…."

"Mmh-!" Tara moaned indignantly, yet when she opened her mouth to retort, she was forced to lock her lips once again as saliva threatened to spill out.

"Hmph-!?" Lera scoffed, only to mirror her rival's mouth movements as she too found her spit on the verge of overflowing.

Green and blue eyes locked in a hot stare, as the duo swirled the spit around their mouths causing their cheeks to bulge. Glaring angrily, the two then lowered their heads and opened their mouths.

Pink tongues rolled out of their mouths along with a thick waterfall of spit that flowed down into the wine-filled bowls.

Lera and Tara cocked their eyebrows proudly, both silently suggesting that they would produce more spit than the other. Only, to their mutual disappointment, the final drops of saliva dropped off their wet tongues in unison, sending two final ripples across the surfaces of the fruit wines.

Their pussies pounding furiously against their thick inner thighs, the pair gently shook their bowls to mix the two fluids, knocking them together provocatively as they did so.

"Be sure not to spill the drink I've so carefully prepared for you," Lera taunted as she presented her bowl. Without meaning to, her perky tits were squeezed between her arms, presenting Tara with a lust-inducing sight.

"Be careful not to choke on the drink I've so carefully prepared for you," Tara spat back, imitating Lera's movement and squeezing her tits together. "It might prove too bitter for you."

"Hmph!" Lera's scoffed, opting not to respond as they swapped bowls.

Neither girl knew exactly what would happen when they drank the poisoned wine before them.

A Venom Girl's venom could be used for countless things, from marking territory, to scaring off the many inhabitants of the jungle, to killing another Venom Girl by plunging their fangs into her neck, it was a potent weapon.

Yet the effects their venom would exhibit within the context of ritual combat was unpredictable. It could be instantly lethal at even a single sip of poisoned wine, or not cause any harm despite drinking gallons of tainted wine.

On the range of effects, a Venom Girl's poison could cause anything from a headache to a humiliating onset of diarrhoea. These weren't things that a Venom Girl could control- even if it was her own poison. These uncontrollable effects would depend on their opponent's venom resistance, as well as the strange and unpredictable reaction that would occur between their two venoms within the other fighter's mouth.

Tara could only trust that, no matter what, her venom and her body would be stronger than Lera's. Lera could only trust that, no matter what, her venom and her body would be stronger than Tara's.

Maintaining a taunting stare, each brought the bowl to her lips and started to drink.

As the poisoned fruit wine rolled across Tara's tongue, a dense sweetness danced across her tastebuds, yet, as soon as this sweetness came, it disappeared, leaving a strong tangy fizz in its wake.

Tara's soft pink muscle felt numb and immovable, yet it seemed to twitch and twinge as if struck by lightning. This strange sensation flowed the liquid down her throat until it spread throughout her stomach.

The green-eyed Venom Girl didn't know whether the strange sensation in her mouth and stomach was due to the effect of her rival's venom, or due to the reaction between the venom in system meeting with the other girl's.

Regardless, other than the strange fizzy feeling, Tara had not suffered from the poison, which could be considered a strong start to the venom battle.

Finishing her self-inspection, Tara saw that Lera too had swallowed her first mouthful of poisoned wine. The girl's face had been dyed a deep red, though whether from the wine or the poison, Tara couldn't tell.

"Looking a little flushed there, Lera?" Tara taunted, curling her green-tinged lips in mockery.

"Huh?" Lera scoffed, rolling her eyes in scorn. "You're the one that's flushed, okay? You look like the berries used to make this wine!"

Neither girl believed the other's words, yet reflexively, both moved their left hands from the wooden bowl to their cheek.

The duo shook slightly as they noticed in unison that their opponent wasn't speaking empty words, their faces were truly flushed red and running hot.

"Hmph, whatever!" Lera spat in irritation, cupping the bowl with both hands once again. "I can still drink on- do you dare to match me?"

"Why would I not? I don't drink much wine, which is why I'm red in the face!" Tara argued, returning her hand to the bowl too. "It's not like your venom did anything to me!"

"Well, it's not like you venom did anything to me either!" Lera huffed in response.

The bronze-skinned beauties exchanged a stubborn stare, yet before either could lift their bowl again, their eyes began to wander.

Tara's green eyes roamed over soft delicate shoulders down to large perky breasts. A tight row of abs led her hot gaze to a seductive waist and large hips perfect for child-bearing…

…A pair of plump, thick thighs that were pressed together, cruelly cooperating to protect a perfect pussy…

…A perfect pussy that was just begging to be fucked…

Tara could feel a fire burning in her lower navel… could feel her womb throbbing like a second heart and her pussy lips drooling love juices like a hungry beast.

She thought she had vented a lifetime's worth of lust and desire in her earlier clash with Lera, yet now, looking at the other girl, the girl she hated so much, she felt as though she would never get enough of fucking the other girl.

Of crushing their chests together until their nipples got turned inside out-

Of bending their clits against each other until they felt like they were going to snap-

Of smashing their slits together hard enough to send shockwaves up their spines-

It was only when her gaze trailed back to her rival's face, and she saw her enemy's blue eyes glazed over with hot desire that Tara realized what was happening to them.

""Y-you-!!"" The pair gasped in shock, jolting back to their sense by their mutual realization.

Tara and Lera felt like they had braced themselves for any possible symptom, yet, neither had anticipated an aphrodisiac effect…!

Rather than the unlikely coincidence of both girl's venom manifesting as an aphrodisiac, it was more likely that this was the result of their venoms fusing together. This would explain why both girls had received the same symptom.

Lera's venom had entered Tara's mouth and mixed with the venom in her saliva. Tara's venom had entered Lera's mouth and mixed with the venom in her saliva.

These traces of poison, much like everything else about them, had proven equal, resulting in the various fluids mixing together perfectly.

It was at this moment that the aphrodisiac effect appeared in both Venom Girls!

"Haaaah… Looks like my venom has got you hot and bothered…!" Tara gasped, choosing to advance rather than retreat in the face of unexpected circumstances.

"Hhueee… You're the one melting under the heat of my venom…!" Lera hissed back, blowing hot air into Tara's face.

"I bet your tight little slit is drooling all across the floor right now…!" Tara spat back, her desire obvious in her words.

"I bet your hungry little pussy is flowing like a waterfall right now…!" Lera retorted, her blue eyes darting to Tara's crotch.

"Spread your legs and let me see!"

"You spread your legs!"

Both gave commands yet neither was willing to listen to the other, despite the burning heat pounding within their pussies.

"Keep drinking then! Let's see who opens up first!" Lera suggest boldly, lifting her bowl as she spoke.

"Fine, maybe a few more mouthfuls will make you more obedient!" Tara agreed, raising her bowl in response.

The duo raised the bowls to their lips, the wooden bowls bumping together as they did so. Neither girl resisted this, instead taking the initiative to keep the bowls pressed together.

Only the sound of gulping could be heard as the pair continued to drink. With their bowls pressing together, neither girl wanted to be the first to pull away and stop drinking.

Sweet and tangy wine continued to flow down their throats, adding more fuel to the fire burning in their cunts.

As they drank, however, neither girl noticed that their distribution of weight had shifted slightly. They had been sitting on their knees with their feet under their firm ass cheeks, yet at some unknown point, they had shifted that weight, to the balls of their feet.

Their knees, still touching due to their close proximity, had started to move.

Tara's left knee and Lera's right knee were like a closed gate that was slowly opening.

Likewise-

Lera's left knee and Tara's right knee were like a closed gate that was slowly opening.

By the time they had finished their bowls of fruit wine, both brown beauties had spread their thick thighs, revealing their soaking wet pussies and two thick trails of love juices pouring down to the ground.

""Haah….haaaah…haaaaaaaah-!"" The pair panted in unison as the poisoned wine settled in their stomachs. Both were beet red with clouded eyes, yet both could tell that their battle hadn't been decided yet.

Placing down the two empty bowls, the duo attempted to glare at each other, yet their faces were too warped by desire for either fighter to accomplish her goal.

"We have both been affected…" Tara panted, her body twitching helplessly.

"…But we can still fight…!" Lera finished, equally short on breath.

While the pair were certainly being stubborn in their refusal to end the ritual combat, their words held truth too. If their venoms fusing together resulted in symptoms such as nausea, vomiting or diarrhoea, the pair would have truly been incapacitated and the ritual combat would have been concluded there and then.

While their venoms were certainly affecting them, it was no worse than the lust they had already felt for one another during the earlier stages of their ritual combat.

"Let's try…venom bodies…!" Tara said decisively, her iron will still standing strong despite her overflowing lust.

"Since that's what you want… I'll boil you inside and out…!" Lera claimed, her resolution no weaker than her rival's.

The near-identical Venom Girls shifted slightly, each pivoting on her knee until they were pressed together side-to-side.

Their thick thighs were trembling against each other as the pair aligned themselves. Their firm buttocks seemed to burn one another on contact while two sets of wide hips competed for space.

Their narrow waists were naturally spared the fate of pressing together, yet their breasts were not. The side of Tara's left tit was pressed against the side of Lera's right tit, their heavy mountains of brown boob flesh quivering against each other while their erect nipples struggled to prove themselves longer and fatter.

Tara's left arm was stretched up in the air, running parallel with Lera's right arm. Their fingers intertwined, pinning their outstretched arms in place.

This battle would be between their venomous bodies, testing to see which physique could transmit the most venom through body fluids, namely, their sweat.

Their thighs, hips and palms would be battlegrounds for this second stage of the venom war, but the primary focus would be between… their armpits.

This was why the pair had taken such a specific posture, stretching their arms out so that their perfectly aligned underarms could compete.

""Ready to feel it in places you never knew you could?"" The pair taunted in unison as they reached their free hands to their soft underarms.

With two fingers, each spread the pale skin on her armpit. Both Venom Girls were hairless below their eyelashes, so their bodies could transmit sweat to their pressing parts without disruption.

With a grunt, the pair squished their twin bodies together as their hands abandoned their armpits and reached in front of them, their fingers interlocking and forming a second mutual binding.

This marked the start of a battle that could only be fought between two Venom Girls.

Tara and Lera forced their bodies together tightly, their soft and supple physiques allowing them to align themselves more accurately than humans ever could.

It was a strange scene, two identical beauties pressing themselves together, flushed bright red as though they were being boiled and trembling all the while. Yet between their seduction, hourglass bodies, a war of two venoms was being waged!

Spurred on by the activation of their respective venoms, sweat poured out of their aligned bodies mixing and melting together in the cracks between them.

Their breathing grew heavier and heavier as each girl was quickly filled in an immense lust, their venoms proving frustratingly equal once again.

It didn't take long for the duo to notice another unusual reaction that was occurring between their venoms.

Tara's poison-suffused sweat was fusing with Lera's poison-suffused sweat to produce a thick and viscous fluid that was congealing between their burning bodies. Almost resembling the love juices leaking from their pussies, this sticky sweat connected their thighs, ass cheeks, hips, hands and especially their armpits.

"Ugh…g-gross… your sweat is sticking to me…" Tara moaned, unable to hide the effect their aphrodisiac venom blend was having on her.

"Nnh…urgh…. It's your sweat that's s-sticking to me…" Lera groaned in response, her voice just as hot.

"Clearly…my left side and your right side can't settle this…" Tara spoke, her eyes flickering to countless bridges of venomous sweat trying to stick them together.

"Yeah… let's swap sides and do this again…" Lera agreed, her eyes following Tara's to the sticky mess between them. "My right side is my weak side anyway…"

"Well- my left side is my weak side…!" Tara spat back in defiance.

With a quick pivot, the duo had rotated, severing the strands of sweet-smelling sweat connecting them, and begun the battle anew on their opposite sides.

Yet, within a few minutes, they had found themselves in the same situation…

The boiling pleasure had reached such intensity that neither girl could tell if she was on the verge of climax, or if she was already cumming.

The flow of love juices from between their legs did little to clarify their doubts, as it was pouring out endlessly like a flood.

"G-gahhhh-!?"

"O-oooomh-?!"

The duo groaned and gasped as they melted under a fire of their own making.

""B-back-to-back-!"" They challenged in unison, both reluctantly realising that they would be dragged into another shared defeat if this persisted.

Pivoting once again, Tara and Lera placed themselves back-to-back, butt-to-butt. Each Venom Girl was balanced on the balls of her feet, her heels pressed together in support of her round ass cheeks.

Tara felt humiliated, spreading her legs in such a sow-like position, yet was simultaneously relieved that Lera could not see her. Yet as they ground their backs and buttocks together like a bear scratching its back on a tree, Tara quickly became relieved of much more.

Their plump ass cheeks collided again and again, left ass cheeks rubbed and squashed right ass cheeks while right ass cheeks ground and flattened left ass cheeks. Firmness was forced to become softness as the four buttocks quickly reduced each other to sticky sweaty heaps of fuckmeat spreading each other apart so even their twitching assholes could join the frenzied fucking.

The bronze brunette could feel her face melting in a pathetic expression of lust and desire. Her eyes overflowed with tears, her nose ran, and her mouth hung open in pleasure as she drooled down her tits.

Ritual combat would typically end with humiliation, whether because the loser had been outclassed and outperformed or because she had been poisoned and suffered an embarrassing symptom.

Tara's clash with Lera, however, had been full of humiliation and it hadn't even ended yet! Rather than damped her spirits, however, this humiliation only raised her need for victory to a whole new height!

Yet, unfortunately for Tara, their gruelling battle had the same effect on her opponent, as she heard the other girl cry out in a shaky voice-

"F-face…to face…!"

Despite Lera's spitting the words out through unwilling tears and a running nose, the words caused Tara's heart to jump in her chest and her body to stiffen slightly.

Face-to-face meant exposing her shameful expression to her most hated nemesis, showing her how badly their fused venom had affected her!

Yet this indecision only lasted for a split second, as Tara realized that Lera was in the exact same position as she was!

"F-fine! Face…to face…!" Tara gasped, drooling splatting down her tits.

This time, it was Lera's turn to stiffen as she realized her bluff had been called.

"F-fine…!"

""T-three…!""

""T-two…!""

""O-one…!""

""Now!""

Moving in synchrony, the pair spun once again, severing the countless threads of sticky, gooey sweat that threatened to bind their buttocks together.

They collided with a wet slap, their quivering, shimmering bodies fitting together perfectly.

It was as if each girl had contorted herself into the most humiliating position imaginable and then pressed herself against a bronze mirror. Every feature and curve each girl possessed was reflected perfectly by her mirror image.

From the feet that supported their spasming bodies, to the thick thighs that had spread each other open revealing their twitching twats.

From their wide hips born from the same mold to their tensed stomachs that ground again each other.

From their twin chest, crushed flat by the other's escapable size, to their outstretched arms, straining and struggling with interlocked fingers.

The two were pressed together from head-to-toe, with only one exception. Their pussies.

While their clits were bent against each other, due to their frog-legged position, neither girl's slit could come into full contact with her opponent's.

Their faces contorted by humiliation; the pair glared at each other through the unwilling tears spilling from their eyes.

"L-Leraaa…!!" "T-Teraaa…!!"

The pair snarled in unison, their wet chins bumping against one another as their bodies waged war.

Whether on purpose or by accident, their wet noses squashed together, each upturned by the other as even their poison-suffused snot began to flow together.

It was just when the duo started to worry that their battle of poison bodies would overstep its bounds, transforming into a battle of poison breaths, that their barely maintained stalemate collapsed.

The pleasure building and overflowing from their pounding pussies- still longing to be reunited, suddenly exploded, sending a torrent of cum across the cave floor. Their toes were practically submerged by the tide of squirt that sprayed out of them.

It was only as their consciousness flickered that the pair realized the answers to their previous doubts. Yes, they were on the verge of cumming, and yes, they were already cumming.

Contradictory, but the pair were forced to understand with their sudden shared climax that there is always a higher height of pleasure.

Much like the mountain they were fighting on, they had ascended so far already to reach this hidden lake and secluded cave, yet if they were to mistake this plateau for the summit, they would be sorely mistaken!

""------------?!?!?!?!?!?""

A scream that was neither human nor beast escaped their lips in unison, yet neither girl possessed the mind to recognise their dreadful shared screech.

Their feet slipped out from under them, their firm asses hitting the wet ground. Before the sight pain could shock the pair awake, however, a second detonation of pleasure, somehow even more potent than the first, exploded.

Like a summer storm ripping through the jungle's canopy, their minds were torn apart by an onslaught of pleasure once again. Neither girl capable of thought, much less listening to the ridiculous noises escaping their lips.

Neither knew whether it had been seconds, minutes, or hours they had been trapped in that pleasurable hell, yet when the duo's scattered minds recovered, they found themselves once again seated between the other's legs, each fighter's left leg resting atop their rival's right leg.

Their thoughts flowing in synchrony, the pair immediately identified the cause of the second surge of pleasure-

The two twitching pussies that had collided as they collapsed. Both girl's tender twat had seized the opportunity to stick itself as tightly to the other as possible. Like two hungry beasts trying to swallow each other, their lower lips had bitten down so tightly on each other that neither Tara nor Lera could identify exactly where her pussy ended and her enemy's pussy begun. Their sensitive folds had sealed together in perfect symmetry, while their clits had seemingly fused into a single nerve stretching from one girl's clitoral hood to the other's.

""Ooooohhhh---!!!?"" A guttural groan escaped the pair in unison, their mouths loose and hanging open.

Each girl's pussy was being assaulted, not only by an endless pleasure but also with a strange, electrifying sensation.

The duo pried their squashed and sticky noses apart and attempted to sniff up mucus dripping from their nostrils, only to suddenly feel the strange sensation once again, only this time in their noses. The mucus dripping from their nostrils was of course, no different in nature from their spit or sweat, the bodily fluid being equally venomous.

And yet, it was only with this example happening right under (and within) their noses, that the pair belatedly realized that their pussies were, of course, even wetter than the rest of their bodies. Filled with poison-suffused love juices and venom-drench cum, it was only obvious that their cunts would wage a venom battle no less intense than the rest of their bodies.

""OoogghHh--??!!"" The brown beauties gasped in breathless bliss as their venomous squirt collided throughout their twats.

Tara's venom was conquering Lera's venom, leaving the blue-eyed beauty no escape.

Equally…

Lera's venom was conquering Tara's venom, leaving the green-eyed beauty no escape.

Both Venom Girls felt thousands of micro-reactions occurring within their cunts as their venoms melted together into a new mutually damaging aphrodisiac.

""V-venom…breaths…!"" The duo spat in unison, a sense of urgency filling their voices even through the pleasure.

Tara had realized that it was only a matter of time until their conjoined cunts and their rapidly fusing venom would end their ritual combat for them, leaving the pair no choice but to accept an outcome unfavorable to both of them.

Tara knew that her rival Lera had noticed this too.

Tara's hands reached out, cupping her opponent's squishy cheeks within her hands. Feeling Lera do the same to her, she then stuck her thumbs into the girl's mouth.

She rubbed her thumbs along the side of her rival's cheeks, feeling hot spit coat them as they ran along Lera's teeth and gums. Her counterpart was mounting a mouth invasion of her own, molesting Tara's mouth and playing with her spit. Thumbs made way for index fingers as each girl pried her rival's wet mouth open with no regard for her opponent's pride, exposing the wet pink flesh within.

Tara could see her enemy's glistening mouth cave full of long, sticky strands of saliva, all begging to be sucked out. Tara wanted nothing more than to rise to her feet, grab the other girl by her hair and start fucking her mouth.

Yet, before she could do that, and anything else she desired, she had to win their ritual combat.

She would settle the feud and establish her authority, allowing her to dominate her hated rival and use her body as she pleased.

Green eyes locking with blue, both girls saw their desires reflected back. Synchronous shivers shot down their spines, their eyes dilating, as both girls realized what the other was going to do with her if she won.

Tara would be reduced to a piece of fuckmeat for Lera to fuck and breed as she pleased. Lera would be reduced to a piece of fuckmeat for Tara to fuck and breed as she pleased.

The Venom Girls' ritual combat was designed to prevent death… which meant the loser would have to live with the consequences of their loss.

Pausing only for a moment, the pair quickly continued undaunted.

Lera was the first to exhale, panting a long, wet breath directly into Tara's lungs. Tara felt her tongue twitch and her body throb in response to her foe's sweet breath. Her thick eyelashes fluttered as a now-familiar sensation ran down her throat into her lungs.

But then, it was her turn to do the same to Lera.

She exhaled, her tongue arching as mouthful of poison-laced breath poured into Lera's lungs. She saw the girl's pink tongue quiver and felt the girl's curvy frame twitch against her's.

A response no stronger nor weaker than her own.

Typically, the breath bout would continue for a few dozen breaths, yet acting with tacit understanding, the two took deep breaths and exchanged a glance before exhaling in unison.

The sweet exhalations collided, mingling, and mixing before being sucked into their lungs once again.

Truthfully, neither girl had expected the breath bout to settle anything, especially since in practice, they had already exchanged unwilling venom breathes via their squashed noses.

What they did want, however, was to complete the third bout of the venom battle so they could move on to the final stage, the mouth-to-mouth venom battle. Now, with an exchange of breaths as well as a final shared breath, the breath battle was formally complete.

"Hhaaaa-!? V-venom breathes failed…too-!" Lera panted, though Tara's fingers in her mouth caused her to slur her words.

"Phaaah-!? T-then mouth-to-mouth…!" Tara slurred in response, her rival's fingers causing her equal trouble.

"W-we'll… tangle our tongues together…!"

"And s-swap spit… until one of us…!"

""-F-finally… wins--!!""

Their mutually seductive words had an equally destructive effect on both girls as their faces were pulled forward under their foe's erotic magnetism, causing their noses to squash together and their plump lips to rest only a hair's breadth apart.

Both were trembling from the immense effort of keeping their lips apart, neither wanting to be the first one to bring them together. It wasn't only their longing to smash their mouths together that was causing them to shake and twitch, however, as both Tara and Lera were sharing the sensation of their pussies being pumped with more and more poisoned cum.

While their mouth had yet to touch, their legs were coiled around their enemy's hips and their feet were pinching the other's thick ass. Deep within their identical bodies, below the layers of congealed sweat sticking them together, armpit-to-armpit, tit-to-tit, belly-to-belly…

…Their lower lips were pushing each other to the verge of complete defeat.

Their perfectly paired pussies were tightly pressed in a mutual vice grip- from their tangled clits that had buried themselves in the other's clitoral hood to their soft pink folds that had gotten stuck to their sticky reflections.

It was as if their twin sexes had minds of their own, and were doing everything in their power to spread, suck, swallow and stick themselves to their complete copy.

And the furiously fucking pussies were accomplishing their goals- they had sealed themselves so tightly that the venom-drenched fluids within had no hope of escaping. Their venom-infused cum was merging and mixing, destroying and being destroyed in an endless reaction between the venom each girl was so proud of.

Their venoms fused, causing more aphrodisiac to be produced in the reaction, which caused the pair to cum harder, producing more venom-suffused cum which then also fused.

Like this, the two were caught in an endless cycle of pleasure and mutual torment, their bodies so identical that it was causing the duo to descend further and further into a pleasurable hell. Making it even worse, the flood of cum colliding so perfectly within the conjoined cunts couldn't escape due to their tightly locked lower lips, causing hot girl-cum to flood up, further into their pussies.

The electric tingling caused by the reaction between their venoms meant each girl had a clearer perception of her sex organs than they thought possible-

-The identical duo shrieked in pleasure as they felt their venomous cum push its way into their gaping cervixes-

-Their eyes rolled back as they felt their soft wet wombs be pumped full of steaming squirt-

-Long pink tongues rolled out of open mouths as each felt fused cum pour through passageways neither knew she possessed.

As shared surges of pleasure washed over them, the pair twitching and writhing against each other, both girls' lower navels were rapidly swelling as their wombs were pumped full of more and more girl cum. Almost immediately, their inflated baby rooms were squashed together.

Tara felt her wet tongue, hanging out of her mouth like a dog's, press against Lera's. The pink muscles, much like the rest of their bodies, were completely identical in length, width, softness, and wetness, causing to duo to share an annoyed groan.

The two felt their venom-drench tongues hiss as they pressed against each other. It felt good- like their tongues were fucking just like the rest of their bodies- yet this pleasure was akin to flowing a flaming torch into a burning forest fire.

Two sets of eyes, one green and one blue, yet both equally dazed from pleasure, locked in a final attempt at a hateful glare. The two brown beauties, more similar than identical twins, pulled their fingers from the other's mouths and wrapped their arms around their rival's head.

Neither was capable of talking, and barely capable of thinking, but both knew what they had to do now.

What they wanted to do now.

Their tongues tangled, knotting together like two mating snakes as each girl's tongue entered the other's mouth.

Then-

-Tara's soft red lips, accented by a venomous green tinge, crossed the final distance to meet with Lera's plump red lips, this paired accented by a blue tinge. -Lera's soft red lips, accented by a venomous blue tinge, crossed the final distance to meet with Tera's plump red lips, this paired accented by a green tinge.

Dark eyelashes tangled together as their lungs burnt with the bliss of shared venom breaths, their airways connected through their squashed noses.

Busty brown boobs crushed each other flat as their engorged nipples skewered each other like two sets of spears.

Toes twitched and clenched as heels dug into quivering assmeat, their ankles locked together around the other's ass.

Feeling their cum-pumped wombs grinding together through their lower navels as their thought became more and more disconnected, both girls knew their mouth duel, and their ritual combat, was about to end.

Ever since they met, each had proven to be an insurmountable enemy, equal to them in every way.

And now, as an orgasm to end all orgasms tore through them causing their identical bodies to spasm and shudder uncontrollably-

""----------------------!?!?!""

Tara was forced to realize that she would never be able to beat Lera- Lera was forced to realize that she would never be able to beat Tara-

The ritual combat had been settled and could never be disputed.

-They had completely and utterly lost.

Twin bodies rocked backward, hitting the ground in unison, as both girls lapsed into unconsciousness.

The venom fusing between and within them finally reached an equilibrium, and the once volatile reaction between each girl had disappeared. Now lacking the hissing and spitting of two snakes meeting, each Venom Girl's poison met the counterpart's peacefully, gently mixing together.

Through this ritual combat, an old grudge was settled, and primal instincts were chained. An old hatred was ended, and an old relationship was buried.

What form the duo's mutual defeat would take- neither girl had the time to know before pleasure finally claimed them.

They may pull themselves from the cave floor, share a look of unwillingly restrained hatred… and walk their separate ways, never to meet again…

…Or maybe the seeds of a new relationship soon sprout, with both girls awaking to claim their defeated opponent's sensitive and supple curves as her own…

Yet maybe, as the most potent blend of Venom either had ever encountered settled in their wombs and submerged their ovaries… a relationship neither had ever expected would soon bloom, bringing a joyous occasion not seen since the ancient glory days of the Venom Girl Race.

…Though whether this pair would find the joy in it would be a different conversation altogether…

THE END