The wind was knocked out of Belle when Pi was able to land another punch. The succubus drove her fist straight into the sloth-child's flat stomach. With any luck she'd break the thin bitch in half, that's what was going through Pi's mind right now anyway. Belle whimpered as she felt gear-crafted bones shift. Thankfully she was durable, being made of flesh and steel. That didn't stop her from smashing into a tree trunk though and having the bark bruise up her marble-pale flesh. She sagged and growled low as she slid down bare feet.
"Listen, vache, you keep that up and I'm going to take your head off." The Frenchwoman lifted her chin with noble difference. Alas that only made it a more tempting target for the red-skinned temptress who struck it with a backhand. Belle went off of her feet again and sailed through the hair before landing amid prickly strawberry bushes.
"I should have done this a long time ago." Pi's voice wasn't husky with seduction as per usual but laced with bloodlust. She didn't know how to handle the potent mixture of emotions cascading through her at the moment so they were coming out in a violent gusher. She whipped her head around looking for something to smash her rival to pieces with. Heavy breasts swayed with the motion. She settled on a rather bit thick stick, which was actually a sapling. "You slut."
"Oh that's funny coming from a succubus! Tch." One of Belle's flaming sockets had squeezed shut as she pulled herself to her feet. Delicate toes curled into soft grass. She sprung forward and pounced Pi before the enraged woman could be ready. This cat-fight had been brewing for centuries and now it was time for both demonesses' to just let go. While Pi liked to punch and kick that was beneath the white she-devil's sensibilities. She took a nice big handful of Pi's black head of hair and pulled as hard as she could.
In turn the sultry woman yowled! She was pretty sure a clump of her scalp was threatening to come free! Now that was just dirty pool! Pi grabbed hold of the other woman's petite waist and tried to pull her away. Instead Belle raked her nails down the side of her former best-friend's face, possibly going for an eye. With a bellow Pi stomped forward and slammed then both into a tree. The ash buckled with the groan of splitting wood before slowly toppling over. For a brief moment all of their feminine curves were crushed together. While neither of them were elephants it was the grass that was suffering. Woodland animals fled for a good mile around. The two demoness' hadn't even started fighting with infernal magic yet.
The strikingly erotic contrast of crimson and chalk didn't last long though. Pi threw Belle from her, losing some hair in the process. She was foolishly overcome with vanity and felt at the molested spot on her head. That tick of hesitation was what Belle needed to get some breathing room. She crouched low once she landed with a snap of artificial tail, which gouged at the ground beneath her. The Frenchwoman lingered there in the graceful pose until the tree finally smashed down with a great up-burst of sound. Like a lithe bolt of lightning she was off and put her delicate shoulder into Pi's abdomen. Turn about was fair play after all.
Both of them went down in a heap. Perhaps the Man in the Big Chair was in the mood for a show or just in a jovial mood for it was about that time that the weather remembered that it was the English countryside. Despite the fact there were still hints of twilight-blue sky between dark clouds above it started to rain. It wasn't a faint drizzle either but a shower of large drops that had a sting to them. More hair was pulled and skin scratched as the pair rolled about. Their all but nakedness, as Pi still had a torn skirt and tattered stockings, was quickly smeared with greedy mud. Wild flailing punches were thrown by both women too but there wasn't enough room for either to do any real damage. Horns glanced off of one another. They became a tangle of dirt caked flesh where it was hard to tell where one of them began and the other one ended.
That was until Pi managed to wedge her knee in between them and pushed hard. Belle screeched with wordless rage as she was flung away. There was a splash of watery mud where she landed. It took effort for either of them to stand. Both of them were taking in heaving breaths now, their lush bodies splayed lazy in stance. They huffed and puffed while eyeing one another with utter disdain. The cool drops did little to stifle tempers bit it did create sensual clean currents over their bodies. For Pi it cleared off long runs down both of her sides and the round of her rump. For Belle it cleaned off pert tits and then trailed in a line down her stomach toward feminine apex. Neither of them took in how beautiful the other one was, at the moment they were both convinced the others were hags. The seconds dragged out in such a manner that if there was an onlooker they'd like it to a standoff, expecting the strum of a Spanish guitar. At least it was a sexy standoff.
The muscles along Belle's legs tensed while internal gears turned like poetry in motion. Her tail of steel bones lashed back and forth. Her slim fingers spread wide and an invisible but heavy power gathered to them. It didn't seem like her enemy was going to stop – so she was going to have to stop her - hard.
Pi's captivating eyes narrowed and moist lashes smoldered with fire. One of her hooves carved into the mud beneath her. Her stance shifted lightly and she riveted her gaze into the other woman's. Unwisely Belle didn't look away. Really, besides being extraordinarily strong Pi didn't have much else going for her. She was a creature spun out of lust and want. There was little direct offensive magic that she had – so in this instant she focused on what she could do. A thread of sorcery slithered from Pi's eyes into Belle's. A viper made of desire drove down the pale devil's throat leaving a flush in its wake. It made Belle's nipples grown taut before ravishing her belly with the warm pulses that preceded an orgasm. Whatever spell the Frenchwoman was reading fumbled as she cried out – half in erotic bliss and half in undignified rage.
Belle doubled over as her feminine core controlled her. Her legs went out next and she fell to the ground, wracked by heavy spikes of pleasure. She should have been more carefully but at least the attack was mind-blowingly fantastic! The only thing that was bad about the explosion of carnal excitement was the lack of anything for her velvety insides to grip. As she wrapped her arms around her waist Belle tried to mentally force her traitorous sex back into line. "Not cool."
"You started it." The growl pushed out of Pi as she moved to take advantage of the other woman's moment of weakness. She reared back one foot, fully intent to smash one cloven hoof into the side of Belle's jaw. Eddie would never want to touch the disfigured stick of a woman again if the kick connected.
It didn't.
While Belle's thighs were quivering, her insides riding the wave of ecstasy and her chest heaving with whimpers that skeletal tail was unaffected. The prehensile appendage lashed out and not only stopped Pi's vicious kick but wrapped around the offending limb as well. Metal didn't even grind as the tail pulled the succubus off of her feet and onto wet earth. It even left a few gouges in Pi's shin.
"And I'm going to finish it!" Belle's threat was tempered with a fresh ripple of halting breath that rode about in her throat. The orgasm whammy totally wasn't fair. She tried to crawl on top of the other woman with mixed results. She did manage to sock the crimson woman in the jaw, and broke a nail in the process. "Feh! Now see what you've done!"
"Oh sure this is all my fault." Pi grabbed a hold of Belle's fine-boned jaw and pushed her away. This time it wasn't so easy because she'd had breath knocked from her, not to mention she was still seeing stars. Belle made sure to push one of her knees into Pi's stomach to keep air from coming back in. Her other coltish leg stretched out and caressed along one of Pi's. The gush of pent up fluids from wracking lust spilled out over the round of the succubus thigh. It wasn't a sensation that Pi was unused to after all so it was ignored, she grabbed onto the side of Belle's chest and kept pushing. "Get off!"
"Well I know I'm about to." Aphex ruined the moment by speaking up instead of watching entranced. It was said that men enjoyed watch catfights because at any moment it could break into full blown lesbo-kung-fu-grip-action. By voicing his internal thoughts though, Aphex ruined any chance of that.
