Lady Death vs Purgatori
by MBison
On a dark and stormy night, with the wind howling and
the rain pouring down in buckets,
two old foes clashed
in synch with the crash of thunder
and the cackling of
lightning. Their war had
raged on for centuries with
neither winning a significant
amount of battles over
the other. Most of them
ended in draws. Some of them
had other participants, others
were just between them.
Regardless of the number
of participants, it was
always their fight. They
knew each other’s fighting
styles and tactics some times
better than they knew
themselves. Both women
were lost in the moment as
their swords clashed again and
again. One lusted for
blood and the other lusted for
a normal life.
However, right now, all they
wanted was to vanquish
the other. Like many battles
before, it was currently
a draw, but it was all about
to change as both
combatants were busy fighting
each other in a very new
environment such as a medical
lab with a diminutive
observer watching the darkness.
“Why can’t you just die!” Purgatori snarled as her
sword missed Lady Death and
slashed a pipe, sending
steam bursting out of the cut.
“You first!” Lady Death snarled as her sword clashed
against another pipe while trying
to take Purgatori’s
head off.
“This is so lame,” the figure in the shadows muttered
to himself as he watched the
scene before him. “There
are so many gadgets and chemicals
here, you think that
someone would use them. But no, all they do is fight
with those stupid swords. I know, the steam from the
pipes,” he snickered as he snapped
his fingers.
Purgatori slashed her sword and Lady Death parried
the blow, making it slice another
pipe in two. The
small room was almost like a
sauna as steam rose from
the floor. Both women
hadn’t noticed it, but the
steam was getting thicker and
easier to see as it rose
toward the ceiling. Although
none of them noticed it,
the steam was making their eyes
water, and before they
knew it, they were sobbing as
they continued to strike
and deflect each other’s blows.
“Why can’t you just
die?” a frustrated Purgatori
yelled after she took a
big breath of air to her lungs. She felt her lungs
itch and her body shivered. The woman then began to
sob like a little girl as she
swung her sword about,
slicing even more pipes.
“Stop crying like a little girl,” Lady Death spoke as
she wiped a tear from her eye. The woman began to
chuckle as she saw the red woman
drop her sword.
“Don’t cry little baby, I’ll
only take your head off!”
Lady Death laughed in triumph
as she too took a big
gulp off air. The woman
began to shake for a few
seconds as she began to cry
as well.
“What is happening?” Purgatori sobbed as she rubbed
her eyes again and again with
her fingers as if she
were trying to gouge them out.
“What did you do, you fiend?” Lady Death cried as she
too was rubbing her eyes.
“Hmmm . . . two attractive beauties crying and
rubbing their eyes. That’s
so boring,” the figure
muttered to himself as he snapped
his fingers again.
“That’s much better,” he uttered
as he watched both
women hug each other as they
cried. He saw their
heaving bosoms pressed tightly
against each other as
they hook their arms around
each other for comfort.
“What’s happening to us?” Lady Death wept.
“This is all your fault!” Purgatori howled as she
pressed her face against Lady
Death’s shoulder. “You
did this to me somehow!”
“I didn’t do anything, you stupid bitch! It was you
and your sword! You must
have made the steam react
with some sort of chemical!” Lady Death bawled.
“Then make it stop!” Purgatori wailed.
“As much as I like watching both of them cry, I can’t
help feel that something is
missing. Such beautiful
specimens shouldn’t be crying,
they should be
laughing!” the figure thought
to himself as he snapped
his fingers again.
A few seconds later, Purgatori, the woman that had
engulfed the most steam began
to giggle. “What’s so
funny?” Lady Death wailed as
she sucked in more of the
steam.
“I don’t know,” Purgatori giggled.
“It . . . it’s contagious,” Lady Death laughed as she
undid her cape and allowed it
to slowly fall to the
floor. She even giggled
when Purgatori became flushed
and moved behind her. Lady Death could feel
Purgatori’s sharp fingernails
grip the top of her
corset and began to pull it
down. Instead of stopping
her, Lady Death found her hands
tugging on the side,
aiding her enemy in her new
endeavor and laughing the
entire time as the corset dropped
to the floor.
“Nice tits,” Purgatori smiled as she saw her
adversary’s reflection on one
of the clear vats. She
could see the indent in the
skin of the woman’s creamy
breasts. However, since
Purgatori didn’t have a
reflection, she couldn’t see
her own hands, but was
instead treated to quite a sight
as her hands squeezed
and groped Lady Death’s breasts
like woman trying to
find a ripe tomato at the supermarket.
“This isn’t right,” Lady Death laughed before
swooning as her hands reached
behind her and wrapped
themselves around Purgatori’s
neck while she felt the
woman’s tongue slide up and
down her neck. Even
though the woman was fearful
of having her neck bit,
she still laughed as she felt
her sex began to tingle
and moisten.
Purgatori slid her tongue along Lady Death’s neck as
her hands ripped her own bra
and thong off. She
giggled as she rubbed her shaved
sex along the woman’s
legs while her fingers tickled
the skin around Lady
Death’s sex. Purgatori
heard the woman giggle as she
began to move her hips, trying
to suck her fingers
into her dripping sex.
“This isn’t right,” Purgatori
laughed.
“No, this isn’t right,” Lady Death chuckled as she
fell to her knees. Her
hands began to grope her own
breasts as Purgatori pumped
her fingers in and out of
the woman’s sex. Lady
Death flung her hair about as
she moaned and giggled at the
same time. She knew
that this was wrong and had
to fight it, but she was
losing the battle. After
a few long seconds, the
woman slowly raised herself
only to fall backward and
hit the wall.
“Going somewhere,” Purgatori laughed as she knelt on
the floor and gripped the woman’s
left leg. Then with
her right hand, she began to
pump it in and out of the
woman’s dripping sex. She watched as her enemy cooed
and swooned while her fingers
pumped her sex. “We
shouldn’t fight each other,
you should me instead,”
she cackled as she watched Lady
Death collapse onto
the ground.
“This isn’t right,” she tittered as Purgatori fell on
all fours and hovered over her.
The woman’s sex was
dripping honey all over her
face as Purgatori buried
her face in between Lady Death’s
thighs. The woman
could feel the vampire’s tongue
licking her labia as
her fingers parted her pussy
lips. She could even
hear the slurping noises above
their own laughter.
There was no denying that her
body was quite willing
to accept the attention even
if Purgatori’s sex was
drowning Lady Death’s face and
making an awful mess.
Thus, within seconds, Lady Death
gripped Purgatori’s
thighs and rammed her face against
the woman’s sex and
began to return the favor.
The figure watched the two squirming bodies and
noticed that the steam had stopped
for quite some time
now. He continued to watch
for a few more minutes as
both women screamed and broke
some of the glass. The
women fell onto the ground in
a heap as they tried to
suppress their laughter. However, as the laughter
died, both women began to search
for their swords. “I
guess the fun ends here.
Oh well. Back to work.
Better check on those kids before
they steal my cereal
again,” the small figure in
green spoke as he
disappeared.
The End
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