Wrestle for Bottom

"Fuck me, I want to feel you on top of me when I cum." Basura panted, still trembling at the tremendous teasing that the blacksmith was doing.

"Of course, my dear." Kada said, smiling at this, her face coated with the wetness from Basura's needful grinding and painted with the brush of that dark bush. Sliding forward the older woman hooked one hand beneath Basura's knee and drew her closer, kneeling now between those muscular, young thighs and letting the antler, cooler than the overheated flesh at the moment, lay its underside to the warmth and wetness that flowed copiously from Basura. Kada rested back on her heels as she rolled that glossy, polished horn through the ample wetness before taking hold of the rigid base and drew it back like pulling a bow.

Basura bit her lip, watching the curvaceous woman position herself, sweat clinging to those soft, full motherly breasts as the older woman bit her lip at the concentration and then Basura lay her head back at the sudden feeling, the blunt pressure turning into a sensation of being filled, the hard antler's knobbly exterior being clung to by swollen, sensitive flesh, the roughness of it growing as it was thicker at the base.

Soon Kada loomed over the taller, lithe woman, her powerful, thick thighs held between the more slender legs around her waist, and she began to thrust. She took in the harder features of the younger woman, the serious mask of her position in the tribe forgotten with the almost virginal enjoyment of something so intimate. Kada wasn't gentle, but she took her time, knowing the contours of the antler well and where the bumpier portions near the base would grind with each time she rose up and filled her lover. All the while Basura's own hands worked at her flesh, both women dedicated to the "winner's" pleasure.

Leaning down, Kada bit Basura's shoulder, hard enough to make the thinner woman yelp and then moan at the imitation of a man's instinct. The grinding of bodies together, the knobs along and around the antler, and that bite were enough to make Basura suddenly spasm and cry out, one hand hooking around Kada's neck as the other was trapped between the leather of the harness around Kada's waist and her own sex. Gripping suddenly around the unyielding mass of that antler, Basura's climax rocked her body and she bucked wildly, held only in place by the weight and strength of her lover and that bite on her shoulder.

"Spirits and demons!" She cried out as she whimpered, holding to Kada as the older woman enjoyed the satisfaction of the younger woman's powerful release. Gasping and panting she squirmed as Kada was relentless, still driving that antler into her, rolling her hips to make the knobs and knots on the base grind her flesh, until Basura couldn't help but shake her head. "Too... too much..."

At this Kada slowed and then stilled, releasing her hold on the younger woman's shoulder and let Basura's climax wind out and down without being left overly sensitive, changing smoothly from rough thrusts to caressing and nuzzling her lover's neck, savoring the scent and the forge-hot heat of her skin.

For her part, Basura lay back, head thumping on the reed mat and gasped, panting while the tremors of a GOOD orgasm worked their way out of her body, her breasts clinging now with sweat as they rose and fell with each gasping pant. The warmth suffused her and she held to Kada above her who murmured softly things the younger woman couldn't make out while Kada nuzzled her neck.

Panting, clinging, overlapping, and caressing, the two held together like this for a time until, almost regretfully, Kada put weight on her knees again and withdrew the now body-hot, soaked and shining antler from the guardswoman's sex. When Kada sat back onto her heels it stood erect, now less than it had been as the lustful need for it had passed. She fumbled a bit at the knots and soon let it slide off of her and tossed it aside, forgotten for the moment, as she once more returned to embrace Basura.

"I needed that." The younger woman panted as she felt Kada's strong, sweaty arms slide around her again, Basura resting her head on the soft, ample breasts of her friend and lover, "Thank you."

Kada smiled and hugged the smaller woman close, always pleased when she'd brought such pleasure to a dear friend. Leaning down to the tapered point of Basura's ear she kissed it softly and simply held the slender, muscular, young woman for a time, until they would once more have to bundle up and brave winter's bite.