The dead snake was the Battlebitch’s doing, but the owners of the farm seemed to prefer it dead and crushing their crops than alive and eating their farmhands. The Battlebitch and Tess had come to the farmstead just a few days ago, randomly wandering in their quest for nothing in particular. It had been a quiet trip; Tess was still not on speaking terms with her accomplice after the warrior woman had sent something called the Fuckwraith after her. She had been dozing peacefully when some semi-tangible, cock-shaped haze tapped her on the shoulder and whispered to the robed, dozing woman.

     “I’ve been asleep for a few thousand years,” It explained, almost apologetically. “But after I stretch my legs for a few weeks, girl, you and I are gonna knock it out.”

     It disappeared after that, leaving the robed woman thoroughly confused and bewildered, until the Battlebitch had left the cave carrying a naked woman. A brief explanation later, and the Battlebitch didn’t have to listen to Tess complain for nearly four days now. All the benefits of having a doctor on duty, without having to listen to her whine and bitch.

     The Fuckwraith was one stand-up dude.

     Regardless, by the time they had arrived at the Deuce farmstead, the farmhands were already in a panic about the gigantic snake that had been gobbling up their friends. Rumors abound that it was massive, dragon-sized serpent that lacked any teeth, but compensated for it by spitting a powerful paralytic poison that locked down its prey almost instantly. For the first time in days Tess finally spoke up, and devised a strategy for defeating it that had the side effect of getting her revenge on the Battlebitch.

     An antidote was easy for the doctor to extract, and before the serpent’s next attack she had dosed the warrior woman with it. The serpent arrived, spit its poison on the obvious threat, and then quickly swallowed her down as any hungry beast would. It realized that was a bit of a mistake when the inoculated Battlebitch cut her way out from the inside, freeing herself and a dozen farmhands that hadn’t yet been digested, merely inconvenienced.

     Well, severely inconvenienced, but at least the fuckers were alive.

     A hero’s praise! Adulation! The promise of a parade right down the center of Deuce square, which Tess had officially christened Imbred Redneck Plaza. All of these things were sworn to the great hero of the day!

     The great hero. Not the doctor. Never the doctor.

     Tess scowled as she continued to work, mixing together a few components on a table she was fairly certain that at one point a goat had given birth on. Her alchemical tools were spread out with a small set of beakers perfectly portioned; a dozen delicate instruments quietly brewing and boiling. The smell of the farm was disgusting to her, but when she had stepped inside one of the Deuce family homes she claimed that she was almost knocked unconscious by the overwhelming stench of stupid hick, and so despite the less than ideal conditions she was forced to work outside. A line of farmhands and visitors were stretched from her table, all of them there to complain of a malady or illness, some injury that was preventing them from going about their day.

     “My back gol’darn hurts.” One of the men that was swallowed complained, and Tess’s hooded, mysterious figure turned to regard him. She was dressed to the same enigmatic degree as always; her lithe but tall frame contained in a robe of black and deep purple, her hands contained in thick leather gloves, and her head always held low enough to prevent anyone from seeing her face. Beyond that a mask was worn across the lower half of her face, so that even if someone was able to catch a glimpse of underneath the hood, they’d be lucky if they even saw the glint of two bright, odd-looking blue eyes.

     Whoever the doctor was, she liked her personal privacy.

     “Oh, your back hurts, huh? Back’s a little tight? A little achey?” Tess murmured through her mask, picking up one of her vials, tapping it, and then setting it back down. “Let me ask; were you caught inside of a giant snake today? That one over there?” She pointed to where the enormous venom-spewing creature laid dead across one and a half fields, bleeding into the ground.

     “Sure as shit does, darlin’.” The farmhand responded, pressing his hands to his hips and making a show of stretching ro prove it. “I was mighty cramped when that big critter was waitin’ to die-geest me.” Tess was so shocked at the man’s stupidity she nearly lifted her head, but she caught herself mid-action and simply tensed her shoulders, taking a long, deep breath.

     “Well then. Bueford.” She took a stab in the dark at his name. “If your ‘back gol’darn hurts,’ my professional medical recommendation is that you go the fuck home and thank the gods you’re not being shit out by now!” Her voice carried over the farm, her furious, frustrated tone riding on the wind.

     “You see that thing?! You see that fucking thing, you inbred idiot?!” She turned and stomped her foot, pointing at the colossal serpent. “If you were inside of it and are somehow not dead, that’s a miracle! That is literally a miracle, like the god of divine redneck luck came down and throatfucked you with serendipity! Your achey back is not a concern of mine! You probably only got it bending over to peek through a hole into your sister’s bedroom!”

     “The hole’s eye level, ma’am, I don’t gotta be-”

     “That’s it!” Tess’s scream echoed down the line, and the robed woman stormed to stand before it. She let her eyes gaze over the line of people, and she shouted with a nearly crazed demeanor. “Who’s here for something not related to the enormous goddamn snake?!”

     A line of hands went up.

     “Out of my line!” She pointed, practically barking at the crowd. “For those of you that are here for something related to the snake, are you bleeding, dismembered, or otherwise in need of critical care?”

     A hand went up, and Tess was about to respond until its owner called out in a heavy drawl.

     “What’s dismoombered mean?”

     Tess’s eye twitched, and she took a deep breath before responding.

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“Tarnation, Maribelle, what do you think that horrible noise just was?”

 “I dunno, Maybelle, it sounded like a cat bein’ swung round by its tail!”

 “No, girls. No. That’s just my sidekick getting to know your family.” The Battlebitch rolled her eyes, and paused for a moment for the distant stream of obscenities to die down. Tess’ piercing wall had travelled across two corn fields and still had the strength to penetrate the walls of a two-story wooden barn, one where the Battlebitch was enjoying the fruits of her labor. Giant snake, giant payoff, after all.

 The payoff in question was the Deuce daughters themselves; Maribelle and Maybelle, though for the life of her the Battlebitch couldn’t tell them apart even if she had just been told their identities a second ago. After all, they were identical. If she blinked, whose to say they didn’t switch places just then? They had the same brown hair pulled into the same pigtails, the same farmgirl features with the same liberal splash of freckles, and the same full figures that only came from good, hearty farm fresh food. A narrow waist with wide hips, and breasts that were only barely contained within the tight red tank tops the girls wore. The two were something of a dream come true; both of them equally gorgeous, equally grateful to the hero that saved their Pa’s farm, and most importantly…

 “You said you were gonna show us yer cock, Battlebitch, but I ain’t see no rooster here!”

 Equally stupid. Equally...incredibly stupid.

 The Battlebitch had brought the thankful girls to a barn on the far side of the farmstead, and climbed up to the top of a hay loft on the second floor. There, amidst the comfortable bed of golden grain, she sat comfortably with one of the Deuce sisters on each arm. She had scorned her armor for the encounter, opting instead for the comfortable embrace of a pair of cloth trousers and a simple top that kept her ample chest contained while proudly displaying her muscular arms and washboard stomach. She looked very much like a peasant girl, if that peasant happened to have a hobby of fighting in gladiatorial combat. Seated back in the hay, her legs were stretched and crossed at the ankles of her leather boots, while on either side one of her arms was draped around the waist of the farmgirls fawning so contently over her. Maybelle...or Maribelle, she had no fucking clue, was preoccupied with her hair, running her fingers through the thick black locks, teasing and toying and smelling it. The other ‘belle was similarly fixated with the Battlebitch’s stomach, tracing one of her fingers along the finely crafted slope of her muscles.

 “You know girls, even though a snake threw up on and then swallowed me,” She began, glancing from side to side. “This is shaping up to be the best damn day of my life.” She wasn’t entirely sure if she should pray to the god of war or the god of lust that evening, but if all went according to plan she didn’t mind splitting her time between them both. Thank you, glorious ten-headed crocodile of combat, for giving me the opportunity to impress these yokles. Thank you, insatiable fifteen-cocked raccoon woman of desire, for letting me live out my longtime dream of coercing sisters into incest.

     She was reciting her prayers in the back of her head while the Deuce twins rambled, about wheat and pigs and farms and pretty much every little thing they could think of to talk about how great life was on the farm. When they had finally finished and there was a pause in the conversation, the Battlebitch made her advance, leaning her head in to kiss at one of the girls’ necks.

     The peck started a chain reaction. The second her lips touched one of the Duce twins’ throat, the instant her tongue flicked out and tasted a lick of sweet farmgirl flesh, she gave a sudden moan like a writhing whore. Her fingers at the Battlebitch’s stomach suddenly flexed inward, and she could feel a line of scratches go down her stomach just as the other girl’s hands left her hair. She turned to face the retreating girl, quirking a brow as a line of spit connected her mouth to the sister’s throat.

     “Well, guess you done made your choice!” The retreating girl was trying to pull away, but unable to pry herself from the warrior’s powerful grip around her waist. She was acting in pure sibling jealously, her cheeks red and her eyes about to swell with crocodile tears. The Battlebitch just grinned, and she clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth to snap the girl’s attention before she spoke.

     “I have.” She corrected her, and her head darted in while she unleashed a predatory growl. “And I choose both of you, dagnabbit.” There wasn’t any harm in using their local slang, so long as Tess didn’t hear her.

     Her lips moved to the girl’s throat, and she reacted much in the same way her sister did. A whorish moan, and a tightening of her young, ready form against that of the Battlebitch’s. When the girls realized that their hero desired them both at the same time, their cheeks flushed red and they exchanged nervous glances, though neither one of them seemed to have the capacity to protest. Their hands simply continued to toy with the warrior’s body, tracing her muscles or teasing her hair, all while the woman traded off between kissing each sister’s neck, or the slope of her shoulder, or daring to approach the corner of their lips. She kept them taunted and desperate for more, never giving them truly enough, dragging both sister along under a constant state of desire.

     “Alright, girls, time to get started.” The Battlebitch finally spoke after coaxing the girls to a fevered pitch. She grinned as she leaned back in the hay; stretching out and making herself comfortable while giving the two room to work. “How about you two undress each other for me? Whoever does it sexier gets to be the one to take off my pants.”

     The girls looked at each other and flushed with embarrassment, but by that point they had all but lost any semblance of shame. Washed away by their intense desires, they simply nodded and got to work. The Battlebitch laid back with a smirk, feeling her member throbbing underneath her trousers as one of the girls moved to undress her twin. There was a contest to win, and her bid to undress her sister in the sexiest way possible came in the form of creeping up behind her. With one girl resting on her knees her sister nearly disappeared when eclipsed by her; and then the dance began before the Battlebitch’s eyes. The girl behind her sister slid her hands forward, and teased her grip up and down her twin’s body, moving over her waist and her hips, sensually but not overtly sexual. The warrior that watched could only surmise the girls weren’t entirely comfortable touching each other in that way...something she pondered with a smirk, a habit to soon break them of.

     Regardless, the dance continued, and stitch by stitch the shadow of the girl undressed her sister, stripping away her top and her shorts, even removing the white cotton bra and panties that kept good, chaste girls good and chaste. Throughout the whole escapade the Battlebitch could hardly see the twin working so dilligently to strip her sister, but the knowledge that she was there, hiding from sight as she removed her own sibling’s clothes had a certain draw to it that she couldn’t deny. By the very end the first of the Deuce sisters knelt naked in the hay loft, blushing under her freckles as the Battlebitch let her eyes move up and down her frame in appraising fashion.

     “...lovely.” She finally smiled, and gave her a nod. “Let’s see if you can beat out your sister now.”

     The naked girl’s blush ran from her cheeks to the top of her chest, and she pulled away to begin her task. Her supple rump was pushed to the air a bit, and her naked frame went to hands and knees as she drew her face against the side of her sister’s stomach. Lips opened and teeth clenched down on the edge of her sister’s shirt, and slowly the Deuce girl began to straighten her back, pulling her sister’s shirt up clenched tightly between her teeth. The Battlebitch quirked a brow, and licked her lips as the two siblings handled the moment in their own way. The girl being stripped, whom Battlebitch declared to be Maybelle for the moment, was caught in between closing her eyes to hide her shame, and taking brief, scandalous glances at where her naked sister was on hands and knees, biting at her clothing. Her sister, whom by process of elimination in Battlebitch’s mind became Maribelle, had seemed to lose that glimmer of shame from the moment her clothing had slipped away. She lewdly swung her hips from side to side as she worked; nibbling the clasp at her sister’s shorts open, and then pulling them down with a submissive, content look on her face. She only stripped her sister to her underthings, a small tinge of guilt coming to her face when she realized she was about to bite off her sister’s panties. By the time she was finished both girls rested on their knees before the Battlebitch; one in her underthings and one completely bare.

     “Very nice, both of you.” The warrior stroked her chin, practically desperate for her member to come free. She pointed to the girl now in her panties, and gave her a small nod of approval. “You went all the way. Your work wasn’t as exciting, but you took all of your sisters clothes off. And you-” Her finger pointed to the girl that now knelt there completely bare. “I like the no-hands situation, but you need to commit. I can’t see your sister’s nipples. Sure, I can look at yours and imagine they’re the same, but…” Her shoulders rolled casually, and she let loose a dramatic sigh.

     “So I guess you’re tied.” The Battlebitch mused, and tapped her chin in thought. “And...in the case of a tie, I take my own pants off, and we move to round two! Round two of course being the two of you giving me head.”

     A pause, as the blushing farmgirls gazed ahead.

     “At the same time. You don’t have to kiss each other, but there’s going to be a lot of mixed spit on my cock, so...you know. Get used to that.”

     The way things were going, the Battlebitch was planning on throwing in a third prayer, but she was quickly running out of gods that wouldn’t frown on what she was intending to do to the young women before her.

      “Golly, Maybelle, it sure is big.” One of the girls murmured, her hand slowly riding up the underside of Battlebitch’s shaft.

     “It sure is, Maribelle, but we can handle it.” The other responded with a reverance in her voice, her own hand drifting on the topside of it. Together they nearly closed a full hand around the width of the Battlebitch’s shaft, and on either side of her their faces drifted oh-so close. The warrior woman was laying back in the hay, content as ever, and her eyes flickered from one girl to the other as she tried to memorize the information she had just been given.

     So that was Maybelle on the left, and Maribelle on the right. Or was it the one on the left that called the other Maybelle? Or was Maybelle the one that--she quickly gave up on trying to figure it out, and simply enjoyed the feeling of the two sisters working at her member. So far, they had been sticking to their hands, and the Battlebitch was comfortable with them taking their time. There was no rush, and being given the ultimate hand-job by four related palms was certainly worth pausing to enjoy. All of the hands touching her were smooth as silk, and not a single finger had a single callous, clearly marking the girls as trophy daughters for the farm. As they started to stroke her, their attention focused on the thickness and weight of her rock-hard cock, the Battlebitch contently laid back, letting the two sweet, freckled farmgirls do as they pleased.

     “That’s it, girls. Nice and slow. Don’t be afraid.” She barely needed to coach them; they seemed plenty eager as it was. A hand was cupping her sack, but underneath it there was another from the opposite girl, making sure that at no moment her undercarriage went unfondled. Together, they worked at pumping her member, their hands now officially joined around her girth, fingers locked as the sisters joined their forces. A casual glance by the Battlebitch told her the two were still embarrassingly enthralled; their cheeks red under their heavy doses of freckles, but a look in their eyes that could only spell absolute entrancement.  

     She TOLD Tess that her cock was mesmerizing, but the medic never believed her!

     It wasn’t too long before one of the sisters was ready to take it to the next level, and in true sisterly competitiveness it triggered the other to follow suit. When one started to lean in with her lips parting, the other was quick to pursue, and at roughly the same instant the Battlebitch could feel two tongues pressing into her firm cockhead, joined by a sudden mix of warm breath from both sides. She gave a hiss of contentment as the two girls finally took their savior against their lips, and though their first lick was practically symmetrical, she was pleased that before too long the two women started to explore in different ways. Four pigtails of brown hair bounced around her member as the sisters started to play, one of them working her tongue up and down the shaft of her cock while the other seemed preoccupied with the head. Thinking nothing of her sister’s saliva already clinging to the warm flesh, she took the entire head into her mouth, suckling and slurping, twirling her tongue around the desperately aroused knob. Not to be outdone, her sister was just as readily working at her shaft, her tongue dancing up and down the underside of her length, even passing over their joined fingers where they were stroking the Battlebitch off. As the warrior watched, so many delightful sights passed by her careful vision, but none so tantalizing as when the shaft worker slurped up higher on her member, inadvertently collecting the drool her sister was seeping from the head. The two were lost in the moment, servicing their hero, sucking and licking as if they had been born and bred to do so.

     According to Tess, that was likely accurate with these, in her words, “depraved inbred fucksticks.”

     The Battlebitch leaned back in delight, watching as the four brown pigtails danced around her member. Every now and again she could catch a glance of one of the sisters’ faces, each time it was flushed red with an ashamed excitement, a clear arousal playing on their features. And why shouldn’t they be aroused? They were about to be the personal conquest of their village’s greatest hero!

     She let the enjoyment continue for a while; reeling in the feel of warm tongues against her shaft, or the occasional embrace of lips when one of the girls decided they could take her cockhead into their mouth. Her length was so ample and thick that it was simply too big a job for either farmgirl, which made it particularly convenient that there was two of them. Together they worked dilligently and dutifully, making sure every last inch of their hero’s cock was covered in spit, and that not even the most obscure spot of her sack had gone without at least one kiss. As she sat back the warrior could slowly feel herself building up, her arousal starting to reach a fevered pitch. For a moment she had considered pulling back to spare herself, but in the back of her mind she knew for a certainty that she would have no trouble building her energy back, at least not in this particular situation. Her hands moved out, and each one threaded into one of the girls’ manes of hair, fingers curling around the brown locks and starting to guide their heads accordingly. She positioned them both so that each of their mouths were perched on a side of her cockhead, and were it not for the sheer girth of it their lips would be touching in an intimate kiss. As it was their tongues danced across her flesh, sharing each other’s spit and even tapping against the other’s once or twice. The girls moaned as the Battlebitch continued to pull their hair, thrusting their mouths up and down on her shaft, continuing until that all important moment finally came.

     The warrior gave a cry that was louder than when she was swallowed by the snake, and her member suddenly twitched in a powerful spasm of delight. Her sack tensed and her shaft throbbed, and to the surprise of the two farmgirls the cockhead they had been nibbling on started to release its eager cream. Spurt after spurt jettisoned into the air, and the Deuce sisters lost their shame for a moment, giggling in delight as the white ropes bounced around. One of them tried to catch the falling drops in her palm while the other took a more direct approach; clutching the shaft tight and moving her mouth over the firing unit. With a joyful noise the Battlebitch leaned back, letting the two girls treat themselves to her spunk, almost too lost in the moment to appreciate the naughty joy of watching them drink down her cum, whether it was licked off of a white-stained palm or swallowed straight from the source. They made mewling noises of building arousal, and for the briefest of moments the Battlebitch could’ve sworn she saw one of them kiss the other’s cheek, giving it a little lick to wipe away more of her rich seed. It was enough to ensure that her member didn’t diminish after her climax; her shaft stiff as firm as ever, and now glanced with the spit and cum of the past few moments’ joy.

     She said nothing; her strong arms moving out so she could take what she wanted. She pressed a kiss into both girl’s sticky mouths, shoving her tongue inside of each to gain a taste of their flavor, and then yanking them into a delicious tri-fecta where all their tongues danced together. One of the girls resisted it, but the pull on her hair got the better of her, and before long she had eyes shut tight while she tried to cope with the knowledge that she was deeply kissing her sister with a warrior interloper in the mix. Before too long her resistance ebbed and she stopped struggling, giving in to the moment and even pressing the kiss to her sister’s mouth, for a sweet moment the two related girls letting their tongues dance past their lips. The image only pleased the Battlebitch more, and she grinned as her hands dropped on the Deuce twins’ waists, bringing them both in against her as she gave a murmur of desire.

     “Which one of you girls wants to get fucked by a hero?” She had used that line in taverns all across the kingdom. It was astonishing how often it worked; leading her to believe that many girls, in fact, wished to get fucked by a hero. These two were no different, and before too long they were clamoring over each other, looking to be the first to take their city savior inside their walls. Thankfully the strong arms of the Battlebitch brought order to chaos, and she handled the women until they were both on their hands and knees, bent down in the scratchy hay with their faces near the floor of the loft. Shoulder to shoulder, both girls were left prone with their asses in the air, one of them still clad in the white cotton panties that marked them as so deliciously pure. There were noises of whimpers and gentle begs coming from the pair of freckled sisters, each one swaying their hips back and forth, eager to be the first, and the Battlebitch had to admit it was a difficult choice to make. Finally, she let her hand slap down on the rear of the girl still wearing her panties, and she gave a confident, proud grin as she moved forward.

     “You first.” She announced the reward, and as she slid behind the woman her hand lowered, tugging aside her panties to reveal the wet slit that was hungry for her member. As she guided the tip of her cockhead to the girl’s entrance, she could hear the other one whining, looking back at the Battlebitch with a pathetic look in her eyes.

     “No faiiiir…” She lightly begged, chewing on her bottom lip. The warrior just laughed, and her other hand lowered to the girl’s presented rear. Suddenly she struck, giving her a hard slap, making her cry sharply into the loft as a red handprint lashed itself to her skin. Briefly after she let her hand drop some, and before too long the neglected sister was rocking back and forth on the Battlebitch’s hooked fingers, drawing what joy she could from her touch.

     “Relax, neither one of you sluts is getting out of this unfucked. Promise.” The Battlebitch beamed, and her hips drove forward, suddenly thrusting her length into the eager, waiting girl. Her scream of joy pierced the hay loft and travelled over the corn fields, and somewhere Tess slid a palm against her face, murmuring to herself about the “idiot cock with a mouth” she had been tethered to in her journey.

     It was in the next half hour that the Deuce twins enjoyed the best moments of their lives. The Battlebitch had started off inside of the sister still wearing her undergarments, whom she had mistakenly identified as Maybelle. In reality, Maybelle was rocking against the Battlebitch’s fingers, while Maribelle was left filled with the girth of the hero of Deuce Farm. She plowed into her with heavy, solid thrusts that filled the girl with each steady pulse, making her arch her back and cry out against the wood rotted walls of the rarely-used barn. Each press of the warrior’s hips forced the girl’s knees and palms to dig in against the hay laying over the loft, and each one brought her down to her very hilt. More than once she forced herself down as far as she could go, keeping her member inside at an uncomfortable depth for an uncomfortably long time, until the girl gave a little whine that she took as the trigger to begin again. Her strokes were masterful and her member glorious; filling the young woman in ways she could never have imagined being filled. The sensation was broken when the Battlebitch could no longer resist the wet, warm hole of her sister, and from there Maribelle was left watching as her fully naked twin was claimed from behind by the barbarian. She glanced back at the Battlebitch while she worked; fully naked, her body a map of scars, muscles, and sweat. The warrior’s black hair danced on each thrust into Maribelle’s sister, and her face was distorted into a manic, toothy grin, enjoying her pleasures in ways far beyond the mere carnal.

     When Maybelle started to scream in delight the Battlebitch thought nothing of leaving her hanging; freeing her cock from the girl’s wet sex and mounting Maribelle once more. Her cock, now slickened with the nectar of both twins, fell perfectly into Maribelle’s hole once more, and she rocked against the girl until Maybelle started to whimper and whine. Before long the unattended twin got up to her knees, pressing her naked body against the Battlebitch’s, kissing her neck and stroking her hands down the muscular woman’s figure, practically begging her to put it back inside. Maribelle begged for her to resist; to stay inside, to finish inside of her as she was clearly the superior twin, but the warrior delighted in teasing the two and forcing them to compete.

     A moment later and neither of the twins had her cock inside, and they found themselves in the compromising position of laying atop one another. The panty-clad Maribelle was laying flat on her back, her knees bent and her legs spread, and her twin sister was straddled over her. Embarrassment lined both girl’s faces as they held each other in nude and nearly nude states, glancing to where the Battlebitch was preparing to claim them where they laid. Maybelle was the first to be claimed from her position atop of her sister, and the Battlebitch fucked her from behind, each powerful thrust forcing the girl to drag her bare breasts across her twin, from her stomach to her chin depending on how powerful that particular thrust was. Just when Maribelle’s cheeks were growing red from watching her sister be claimed so deeply the member was given to her, and she screamed as she was penetrated missionary style, with her twin sister in between herself and her lover. Before too long the frequent switching had the two sisters holding onto each other desperately; clinging to each other, clawing and burying their faces into the other’s throat. The Battlebitch kept them guessing; switching between their two eager holes with a frenzied readiness, her cock pressing deep into one before yanking out to share that glazed delight with her sister. Before long their three sexes were a mess of juice and glaze; a bridge of their sticky delight breaching from one sister’s sex to the other, a bridge built by the frequent visitor to both warm, wet stops.

     The Battlebitch had briefly wondered if that snake had actually killed her. Maybe the grumpy medic’s antitoxin was really a failure, and right now her body was being digested while her spirit had ascended to Huge Cocked Amazon Heaven, which was totally a real thing she had decided, where she was allowed to fuck twins in any of their six combined holes for all of eternity. For the briefest of seconds, it made her sad. Sure, it was a fantastic fate, but just those six holes? Just those two girls?

     There was at least one that she truly wanted, and had never claimed. A lost opportunity.

     The thought was dispelled from her mind in an instant; as the sudden burning, building desire reached a fevered pitch. She was close now, so very close, and a glance to the two screaming, sweating young woman told her that they had all reached their own litany of climaxes within the past half hour. And if they didn’t…? Eh, wasn’t entirely her concern. By now the girls looked a bit of a wreck; their pigtails displaced and their hair sticking to their own and each other’s faces from the copious amounts of sweat between the three of them. Their faces were flush from overheated exhaustion, and their mouths hanging open in lust-riddled, practically drooling states. When the Battlebitch gave the girl on top a particularly hard thrust, the girl collapsed into an unexpected kiss with her sister, and the two let their tongues dance while the warrior woman gave them all she had.

     The kiss was an unexpected treat for the Battlebitch to see, and it made the decision of who she came inside no longer one she had any say in. Her sack tensed and her member throbbed, and she dug her hands into the girl’s shoulders as she started to release. Rope after rope painted the inside of Maybelle’s walls, and together the two of them screamed in delight, one of them directly into Maribelle’s wildly kissing mouth. The Battlebitch’s member tensed and twitched inside of the girl, and even after she was still recoiling the warrior was quick to press her advantage, to see just how far she could go.

     “Alright girl…” She gazed down at the one laying on her back, still clad in her panties and bra. “You didn’t get my load, but you can still have it.” She scooped the other girl against her chest, cradling her close while keeping her cock inside. Maribelle could only look up at the duo in her sweat-glazed haze, looking to where the Battlebitch’s member was deep in her sister. She could already see white cream seeping outside, running down the warrior’s shaft, escaping her sister’s hole.

     “Come clean up your sister.” The Battlebitch whispered, her eyes lit with hunger and desire. This was what it was all about; the ultimate moment. Getting one of them to service the other, to swallow down their hero’s cream direct from the intimate cup of her own twin. There was no more heroically debauched thing that the Battlebitch could think of in that moment, no greater reward for the savior of Deuce Farms.

     “Come on. You know it’s on your mind. She needs you to clean her…” With that, the Battlebitch started to pull her member out, and it initially flopped forward against Maribelle’s stomach. Briefly followed by a long line of white drool from the girl’s hole, if Maribelle didn’t act quickly, it’d all be wasted. The look in her eyes and the sudden motion from the girl showed the Battlebitch it was going to happen, and her grin grew with manic delight as one twin leaned forward to eat out the other.

     Until…

     “Ow! Son of a bitch!” The Battlebitch suddenly called out, dropping Maybelle over onto her sister. The two toppled down into the hay, squeaking in surprise as they looked up at their hero. The Battlebitch was holding her head with one hand, and in the other a rock which she was gripping with a white-knuckled grip. She was staring down from the edge of the loft, looking to the first floor as she barked with a furious tone to her voice.

     “Tess, you have no idea how close I was!” She growled, and wildly threw the rock down at the medic. Tess casually sidestepped it, her hands tucked into her pockets, and her face as mysteriously hidden as ever. “So close! She was going to do it! You were going to do it, right?!” She glanced back to Maribelle, who shamefully, quietly nodded her head. “SHE WAS GOING TO DO IT, TESS, YOU ASSHOLE.”

     “That’s great. Really.” Tess responded, gazing up at the naked Battlebitch. Unlike most women, Tess seemed unaffected by the warrior’s naked state. Perhaps it was that she was used to patching her up clinically after a fight, or perhaps it was because the woman stripped so damned often that there was nothing enticing about it, but whatever the reason the hooded woman was unphased as the Battlebitch stood up, her cock still hard, glistening, and drooling cum. “Look, when you’re done getting diseases only sheep normally get by fucking these hayseeds, I’d like to leave. I heard one of those morons mention having a barbecue with the serpent you killed. When I calmly, politely suggested that it was not medically sound to eat something that defended itself by vomiting poison, they suggested I simply didn’t have enough ‘grit.’ Whatever that is.” She folded her arms across her chest, the glimmer of bright blue eyes the only thing the Battlebitch could see from her vantage point. The warrior scowled, and shrugged her shoulders, picking up her shirt as the two twins started to get themselves dressed.

 Still erect or not, the moment had been brought to an end by Tess’ sunny disposition.

     “So what?” She asked her medic as she slipped into her shirt, and worked on tucking her member back into her trousers. “Plenty of meat on that thing. Should be good eating.”

     “There’s plenty of meat on black dragons, too.” Tess replied with surprising calm; Battlebitch naturally assumed that it was because she had screamed herself hoarse in dealing with the people of Deuce Farms. “But eating one would be an astonishingly bad idea. I’d like to get out of here before I’m swamped with requests to treat ‘achin’ guts, burnin’ gizzards,’ and whatever colloquial nonsense these rubes use to describe abdominal pain brought by eating poison.”

     The Battlebitch finished getting dressed and hopped down from the loft; a sudden leap that landed her perfectly on her feet. She wasn’t mad at Tess for ruining her moment, strangely enough, and instead she draped a hand over the medic’s shoulders, squeezing her close as she gave a hearty, heroic laugh.

     “That’s my grumpy, but noble doctor!” She beamed, voice dropping to a low and bold tone. She squeezed Tess closer, and gave a small, excited cheer. “Very well, my friend! We’ll move on to our next adventure, and see what awaits next!”

     “Don’t touch me. You smell like goats.”

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