Cave Painting

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The walls of the cave flickered with firelight.  Outside a storm raged.  Inside, the two women crouched and circled.   The people watched, silently.  One woman, the dark one, was one of their own.  The other was a stranger, brought to them by their chieftain.  Her hair was like the fire. 

The dark one, Kata, had not welcomed the newcomer.  She scowled and snarled, for she had mated with the chieftain and claimed his seed.  She had seen immediately how his eyes lingered on the other woman and she knew they had coupled.  She had stood before the people that night and made her challenge. 

Salya the flame-haired stood too.  The people nodded.  They moved to ring the walls. 

The two women flung themselves together.  The force of their collision drove them both to the ground. 

The people began to chant.

Kata mounted the newcomer, tearing at her garment.  She bared Salya's breasts, full and crowned with broad nipples. She dropped her face to one and bit, deeply.  Like the wolf.  Her teeth tore flesh. 

Salya screamed. She clawed at Kara's eyes, forcing her to pull away.  She threw the dark one over, rolling so that she was the one above.  Her red hair flew as she drove her skull down into Kata's face. 

The scent of blood mixed with the scent of fire. 

Salya stood with blood on her breast and dragged Kata by her raven hair.  The dark one gagged on the blood from her nose that filled her sinuses.  Her long legs scissored at the ground as her rival displayed her, as she ripped open her garment and tore at her full breasts and brown nipples.  Screaming, she reached for Salya's face and raked it with her nails. 

They separated, panting for breath.  The chieftain watched, hard as stone.  All the men were.  The women bit their lips, aroused as well. 

The two clashed again, both screaming.  Their bodies slammed together, breasts against breasts.  They bit each other on the face, the neck.  The chants rose louder.  They tore their garments away entirely.  They clubbed each other with fists closed. 

Kata, mad with fury, drove Salya back into the unyielding stone of the cave wall.   She smashed her knee into the flame hair of Salya's pussy, into her stomach, into her thigh.  The newcomer wailed in pain.  Kata dug her fingers into the bite in Salya's breast, into the gash.   

Salya twisted, gripped dark hair.  She drove Kata's head into the wall. 

Both fell to their knees.  Their bodies gleamed with sweat in the firelight.  The people shifted, restless, muttering. 

Salya lifted her face.  Her closed fist lashed into Kata's breast.  The dark one made an animal sound of pain. Salya bared her teeth and hit her again, and again.  Kata caught her wrist and twisted it. Salya screamed as her elbow bent unnaturally. 

The storm outside raged on.   

The two fell together, bodies intertwined, as if mating in violence. They tore at each other's pussy and ass, lost in a nightmare of desperation. They beat each other's faces.  Neither was beautiful any longer.  Both were beautiful. 

The chant, in the people's tongue, continued. One must die.

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It was an earthquake that revealed the cave.  The explorers sifted through the rubble and debris, a renowned academic expert, with two graduate students. One with raven hair, one with flame.  They lifted their lights to the painting they had found on the wall.  A circle of figures around two women.  The colors mixed centuries before were still vivid. 

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Short,sweet and hot! Well done.

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