Worshiping the Golden Goddess (a titboxing dom comm) (Patreon)

Another commissioned side story set in the Sedna's Titboxer In Training/Hellbridge setting. It's our first good look at the champion of the BBL in action where Hera "The Golden Goddess" Lagrone accepts a mid-ranked challenger in the chubby gator milf, Elmira "Big Bayou" Larue. The champ has to fend off the top ranked fighters, but she can accept challenges from the others if she finds them worthy. It usually comes with her setting up stakes, since she knows she's sure to win and get a new plaything. Very in the spirit of the past Mona the Mouse stories (who I do mean to tie into the main storyline sometime, though not in her usual way).

I think a lot of the league is competitive, while some are playful while others more sadistic. I think Hera's not exactly cruel, but she definitely has an ego that needs feeding. Very proud, if with a good reason given her strength and skills. I noted in the bio sections that she has actually turned down offers to move up to the pro leagues. I think she's worried about what it would mean if she moved up and failed, and would rather just keep beating down the lower level fighters while even fighters ranked below her get promoted instead.

Elmira “Big Bayou” Larue was back in her corner and slumped in her stool. The break between rounds flew by in a blur of struggling to stay conscious while she was wiped down and cleaned up. She could barely hear her second as she tried to focus through the haze of pain and exhaustion. She was a decently ranked fighter in the Busty Boxing League, but she was starting to really feel her age as the mature and curvy alligator sagged into her corner. Her entire body ached with every breath, her jiggling sending pricking pains through the scrapes and bruises on her dark green skin. Her sweaty, straight black hair clung to her swollen cheeks and drooping shoulders.

Across the ring from her, her opponent was just radiating confidence. The audience was screaming for Hera “The Golden Goddess” Lagrone, the undisputed champion of the minor league. The golden orange dragoness was huge all over, bulging with muscle and curves that would intimidate anybody. Hera hadn’t gone these five rounds without taking a hit; she sported some scruffs and bruises herself, but nowhere near at the level that Elmira was at. The gator was a mess in her corner while the sweat and lightly colored bruising only seemed to make the champ look more glorious and impressive.

When the bell rang for the fifth round, Elmira couldn’t have felt less prepared. She stumbled back onto her boots just before Hera invaded her corner. The gold dragon immediately connected with a hook to her face, rearranging the chubby gator’s snout. Spit flew from her mouth and blood from her nostrils, reeling from a single hit from The Goddess. Her legs were about to give out but Hera had another punch already on its way. It caught the crumbling milf, knocking her back upright as the bulging muscles poured all her impressive might into the blow. . The crowd could see why she was the champ by the way she pummeled Elmira into the corner, but she was the only one who could really feel it. She wound up leaning an arm on the ropes just to stay standing, but Hera just brought more merciless uppercuts into her tits and belly as big soft targets.

The final blow fell on top of Big Bayou’s head, crashing down on her sweaty skull like Hera was swinging a hammer. The southern gator’s eyes fluttered before rolling back into her head. Her  body ragdolled almost immediately as she fell forward. Hera gracefully stepped aside to let her collapse on the mats, putting her plump bodyweight pressing down on her bruised up tits and gut. She was already unconscious, so she didn’t have to feel the crushing pressure put on her tenderized body. The ref didn’t need a very thorough check before they called the match, signaling for the bell.

“The winner by knockout! It’s Hera ‘The Golden Goddess’ Lagrone!”

“Was there ever any doubt?” the charismatic dragoness called to the audience.

Hera flashed the crowd a sharp-toothed grin. She gave them a quick show of flexing and posing for them, ending it with a double bicep flex with her boot planted on Elmira’s juicy ass. Once she had soaked up enough of their adoration for the time being, she stepped off the alligator and hooked an arm under hers. She propped up Elmira enough that she could sling the hefty boxer over her broad shoulders in a fireman's carry. The audience hooted over the show of strength , unaware of the deeper meaning behind it as she carried Elmira backstage with her.

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The Hook was an apartment building not far from the BBL arena, so many of the local boxers took up residence there. It led to some competitive spats and wild parties, and the close proximity to each other led to a lot of less public relationships between the fighters. Under the table bets and offers would pop up now and then, and they were something of a favorite of Hera’s. There were always the close contenders, but they said the best way to get a title shot with her was to put some stakes on the line. It was how Elmira earned her match that day, with the winner getting the loser to themselves for the rest of the night. The older gator knew it was a long shot, but doubted she’d have gotten Hera in the ring in the first place without the wader to catch her attention. Not that it did her much good in the end.

Hera drove her KOed opponent back to the apartment before carrying her inside. She had a place of her own but she also maintained a room at the apartment. She hefted Elmira over her shoulder and carried her into the apartment. She made no attempts to hide her presence. She always enjoyed the attention, and the local fighters were always eager to over

“Hey, champ! Catch of the day, huh?”

Heather, a skunk in the middle rankings, leaned out of her apartment’s door to watch the spectacle. She was even lower than Elmira on the league’s totem pole, but she had no problem with enjoying her utter defeat.

“You know it. Big haul today,” Hera joked right back.

She reached her crooked arm up and swatted Elmira on the ass, sending her dark green cheeks wobbling.

“About time ya took her down a peg. Give it to her good, I say,” Heather encouraged her.

Other residents poked their heads out, either hearing the commotion or knowing to watch for The Goddess after another successful conquest.

“GG! I saw the fight. Still think she hasn’t had enough, huh?”

“Here’s where the real fun begins.”

“Chubs outranked me anyway. Glad to hear it.”

“You know how the goddess likes to play with her food a little longer.”

“This’ why you’ll never get me in the ring with her…”

“Give her a couple shots for me!”

All the motion and noise had stirred Elmira back to consciousness. She was still in a haze, but she was aware enough to tell what was happening. She had been redressed in a loose shirt and shorts, likely to avoid attention from outsiders rather than spare her dignity. Hera entered her nicely furnished apartment, shouldering the door open and dipping the gator girl inside. Hera dumped her onto a comfortable, two-person couch, leaving Elmira groggily sitting upright. The dragoness clearly didn’t care about her comfort so much as she was getting her in an easy to reach position. She grabbed her by the top, quickly stripping her back out of the borrowed clothes. Once she was naked, Hera stepped away and started to fiddle with something out of sight.

Elmira groaned and started to pull herself up to her feet. She was dizzy but present enough to try to rise. Hera’s strong hand quickly found her shoulder and pushed her back down to the couch.

“Don’t bother. You’re in no state to walk around, and I’m only going to make things worse.”

Elmira looked up to see that the champ had stripped herself naked as well. The only thing she wore was a pair of boxing gloves hanging around her neck. Hera tugged one of the gloves on and tugged the chords on tight. Elmira eyed the glove warily and tried to wriggle free. Hera brought a fist across her snout, rocking her head aside. The all too familiar pain of being clocked in the jaw by the champ made Elmira jerk to one side, flopping onto the arm of the couch. Her plump tits wrested on the edge as she coughed and drooled on the carpet.

Hera took the moment of agony to slide her other glove on. She gave a synching tug with her fangs, and with them both on tight she caught Elmira under her chin. She propped the milf back upright before slugging her again, following up with the other arm. Their fists started juggling the gator back and forth, working her over with the rhythm of a true pro. Elmira took the hits with the expertise of a human speedbag, her long-snouted face flopping around smoothly with each of her punches. The gator grunted, barely raising her arms but entirely unable to put up a proper guard. She was utterly defenseless, and Hera smiled, finding that entirely alright with her.

“See this? This is no different than our fight. That flabby body’s good for nothing but taking punches to make me look better,” Hera openly mocked her.

She kept her gloves rolling one over the other but let them trail down Elmira’s body. The leathery thuds sounded off like machine gun fire, rocking her head up and back before working her tits in the same way. Each fist rhythmically smacked one of her tits, rolling over them like speedy rolling pins on dough. She socked her belly around in the same manner, pummeling her curves all the way down. Elmira was all but melted into her seat by the time Hera  thumped her glove directly into her pussy. The glove hit hard and precise, splitting her pussy lips apart with the low blow. Elmira’s whole body rippled from the force of the champ’s power punch going straight into her groin. Her exhausted body could only jiggle and groan as her pussy juice splashed over her invasive glove. Hera just twisted it in place, grinding it into her already throbbing twat.

“You like those, grandma?” Hera asked with a gloating purr to her voice.

“I get that reaction a lot. Not surprising when you’re in the presence of a goddess.”

Hera clenched her fist, making the leather tighten and press harder against Elmira’s twat. She pressed it firmly in a position where Hera’s thumb pressed right down on her victim’s clit. The older gator howled as it attacked her sweet spot,  jerking to sit back upright. Hera was waiting for her with her other glove socking her across the jaw. Elmira grunted as her head whipped along with the blow, splashing spittle across the couch. Her body tensed and shuddered from the oppressive pain in her pussy, but as soon as she started to jerk up again Hera hit her with a backhand. She huffed and crumbled to the couch once again.

“You feel that, fatty?” Hera demanded sternly.

Elmira grimaced with pain, shaking and jiggling in place. Even when that took her head barely off the couch, Hera slugged her in the tits to put her back down.

“That’s your body telling you to sit the hell down until I tell you where to go. You got that?”

Elmira just let out a miserable groan as she finally laid back, powerless and motionless as her clit was crushed. She managed a nod as Hera twisted her glove inside her like a frustrated locksmith. The gator grimaced but her overstimulated pussy betrayed her, making her hips buck and squirt over Hera’s fist. It made her glove glisten with her submissive juices, and the champ ground it into place to make sure she was good and drained by the time she was done with her. Hera finally removed the glove from her groin, just to smack Elmira across the face with the warm and wet mitt.

“There’s a good bitch. Now get your fat ass up before you make a mess of my couch.”

Hera grabbed and pulled on Elmira’s hair, forcing the milf up to her feet. Her thick legs were weak to begin with, and the paingasm only made it worse. She staggered in place as the golden goddess watched her with a smug smirk on her flawless face. Elmira’s eyes fluttered and she started to fall, but Hera thrust her arm in the way. The milf’s drooling chin landed right on her mountainous orange bicep, showing off that it was solid enough to hold the powerless gator up on its own. Hera started to flex her arm in short, firm bursts, bouncing Elmira’s chin along with it. Even her bicep on its own was firm and powerful without even needing the glove it was attached to.

“Feel that, fatty? That’s a level of power you’ll never have,” Hera purred.

“Now start kissing and worship your goddess, or feel my wrath.”

Elmira groaned, barely getting her hands on Hera firmly enough to boost herself up. She was at least standing on her own two feet, if relying heavily on the draconic bruiser’s body for balance. She grimaced and pushed away from her, leaving some of her stunned drool behind.

“In your dreams, goldy. You won the match and you won me, but I’m not worshipin’ shit,” the gator mama growled.

Hera’s eyes narrowed. Her lowered arm suddenly hooked up and slugged Elmira in the gut, making the thick challenger’s whole body ripple and jiggle. It would have caught the green gal by surprise at her best, but it blindsided her and devastated her softened up body. Air and spit left her mouth as she sluggishly dropped to her knees, hugging her belly with both of her thick but exhausted arms.

“Still want to play the tough girl, huh? At your age?” Hera taunted her as her shadow loomed over the downed boxer.

“Fine by me. It’s nothing for me to break your sorry body down. It just makes it harder on you.”

The dragoness swung a short, stiff kick in between Elmira’s legs, nailing her in the pussy. The gator gagged and fumbled to cover both her crotch and stomach, failing to do either by pursuing both. She crumbled forward and coughed up spittle on Hera’s carpet. Hera wasn’t much of a dirty fighter, mostly because she never needed it. It was still fun to take it out on her victims after these gambling matches. It let her cut loose and really inflict as much suffering on them as possible to establish who was the top dog around here. Or top reptile, as it were.

“Still can’t take a pussy shot, huh?” Hera mocked as she strode around Elmira.

She got behind the gator and grabbed her tail in one powerful glove. She yank up on it, forcing Elmira to raise her wide and juicy ass for her. Her wet and loosened up pussy was visible between her chubby thighs just in front of her bruised and sagging belly just beyond it. Hera grinned at it and reared back one of her arms until the sculpted muscles flexed against each other.

“Well I’m about to do you a favor and help you get used to them.”

Hera snapped a punch into Elmira’s pussy, making the gator’s whole body buck. She grunted loud and helpless, only able to spasm as the fist struck and recoiled as fast as a whip. Hera only withdrew to bring another pussy punch down on her, tenderizing the older woman’s twat. Elmira wailed and tried to reach for her crotch protectively, but the awkward position and her own squashed, sagging girth got in the way of her hands. There was no stopping Hera from keeping the punches coming, ramming her pussy like a relentless jackhammer. Elmira’s cries rang out, her voice vibrating along with the rest of her body. She clawed at the carpet, trying to steady herself in her shock but that just made her an easier target. Hera worked her clit like a tiny punching bag she was using for target practice.

The assault on her opponent-turned-victim’s sex broke through before too long. The splash of her fist on Elmira’s pussy finally led to her warbling moan as she came again, squirting over her glove. Hera kept the punches coming, splatting through her unsteady stream of cum to keep hitting her hurting sweet spot. Elmira’s arching back weakened and she fell face-first into the carpet, panting and drooling over it as her pussy and hips kept twitching from the string of low blows.

Hera gave one last sweep of her glove, dragging a sluggish hook across Elmira’s slit. It parted from her clit with a final flick, making sure the thick leather was absolutely dripping with the gator’s honey.

“Would you look at that; I guess I finally found out what you’re good for in a fight,” Hera noted wryly.

She squatted down in front of Elmira, lifting her groaning, slack-jawed head off the floor. It forced her to look up at the legendarily buff boxer, her strong thighs tensed in that position and spreading out her tight pussy close to her face. Hera shoved the knuckle of the glove into Elmira’s face, landing a short, firm hook that ground the cummy mitt into her.

“You’re only good for makin’ a mess. I’d keep you in my corner at this rate, because you’re acting like a better glove polisher than my regular.”

She withdrew her hand and backhanded Elmira across the face. The glove smacked her with an especially punctuated splat with the layer of cream on her fist, and Hera gave a few back and forth swipes to knock her around with mocking ease. She gave the gator a dismissive but forceful shove, forcing her to bend over backward. Elmira gave a pathetic wail as her back and neck were pressed into an arch, forcing her onto her knees with her big breasts and belly thrust out. She was bent even further until her tail slid between her feet, adding her own weight to push down on her aching back.

“You’re flexible for an old bitch… too bad you never learned to take a punch like these!”

Hera flexed one of her arms showily, forcing Elmira to stare at the gunshow through her watering, witless eyes. She released her other arm from holding her back, letting Elmira start to drop forward.

The goddess’ fists were there to catch her, swinging up and digging deep into the gator’s big green boobs. The fat orb warped from the impact, swelling and spreading out away from Hera’s glove like it was afraid. Elmira’s face gawked and gagged as she felt the mass of her tit shift around radically. Her crushed nipple was mashed back into her chest, and as soon as Hera’s fist withdrew, her jug squirted out a short burst of milk. Hera kept her thick arms pumping, firing off one short hook after another into Elmira’s jugs. She clearly hadn’t gotten her fill of beating on the gator during their match. She still had the energy and the control of her potent muscles to keep the milf perfectly juggled in place. She knocked her back enough to strain her back and chest without tipping her over all the way back, keeping her from fully falling. The strongfat gator kept tipping forward again, just to get caught and bounced up again by another draconic punch.

Elmira could do nothing to resist, her arms hanging heavy and aching at her sides. Hera knocked what was left of her milk out of her, splashing all over the sweaty gator’s green skin with streaks of white. When the squirts of lactation were reduced to sorry little trickles, Hera just smirked at her pathetic-looking challenger.

“No fight left in you, no milk, no dignity… I could take everything from you and you couldn’t do a goddess-damned thing about it, tubby,” the dragoness gloated.

She whipped a harsh and sudden double uppercut into the bottom of Elmira’s tits. They flopped up hard, tipping her bodyweight up and back on herself. Elmira gave a huge, breathless grunt as she finally toppled over, her knees still bent on the floor like a painful yoga stretch. It tightened up her pudgier figure, but even then it was nothing compared to the constant erotic flexing of Hera’s body as she stood over the downed reptile.

Hera didn’t stay standing for long. She gave a short leap and came crashing down knees-first on Elmira’s jugs. They were squashed almost completely flat under the champ’s dense muscle mass. The milf attempted at a breathless scream, but the thud of Hera’s landing drowned her out with an impact that rattled the ceilings of her downstairs neighbors. The rest of Elmira’s bucked and flopped back down like a cracking whip as her face froze in wide-eyed stare. Hera flashed a wide, fanged grin before finally shifting her weight off of Elmira’s chest. She let her hips drop, sitting back down hard on Elmira’s stretched out belly. Her toned ass sat right through the softness of her gut, crushing her weight directly into the milf’s tenderized abs. Elmira let out a wheezing gag as Hera made herself comfortable on top of her milky and sweaty skin.

“I gotta give you this: you’re tubby enough to make for one cozy seat,” Hera said in mocking praise.

She leaned back to grind her ass harder, raising her short tail to allow her glutes to press a mold into Elmira’s doughy gut. She stretched out her legs, shoving her feet into the gator’s face as she settled in on top of her human beanbag chair. Her muscular legs squeezed together, clamping around Elmira’s overworked jugs. She let out a choked cry as any final scraps of milk were forced out of her, which only opened the milf’s mouth wide enough for Hera’s foot to stuff itself inside. Elmira choked on her toes, but she couldn’t even muster the strength to get her out of her face. Hera just pinched her toes around her tongue, squeezing and pulling it simply to show the amount of control she had over her captive loser.

“See? Whether you want to or not, you’ll be kissing and worshiping this body before long. You’re just so far beneath me that it’s instinct for a natural weakling like you,” Hera continued to gloat.

With her own sweaty feet in her mouth, Elmira couldn’t have argued if she wanted. She could only gawk and drool, and in her suffering she had a brief thought that her position at least afforded her a moment from any further beatings. That was promptly proven wrong when Hera shifted her weight to one side, flexing the matching glute to drive it down into Elmira’s gut. She gagged especially loudly, spewing up a mouthful of slobber.

“That’s a new one for you, isn’t it? And ass that can kick your ass?” Hera taunted her.

She relaxed her ass muscle just to flex the other instead. The pressing weight combined with the dense flex of her sculpted cheek hit like a suckerpunch into the gator’s guts. Her spittle poured over Hera’s foot, letting it slide deeper into her gullet. Elmira choked on the mix of spit and foot sweat until the Goddess finally withdrew her toes, leaving her coughing on the floor as Hera rose above her. As much as she enjoyed watching her writhe and suffer for her lack of respect for the champ. She still wasn’t finished breaking her.

Hera grabbed the gator by her hair and forced her to sit back upright. Elmira was still coughing for air so she couldn’t really right herself, but Hera didn’t need her to. She gripped her hair and shoved her other arm between the milf’s legs. The glove squeezed her pussy like a handle and lifted the heavyweight boxer completely over her head. The nauseating rising sensation hit Elmira especially hard with her already bruised up state, letting out a pathetic groan. Hera slung her across her shoulders, driving her down on top of her muscles.

Elmira let out a shrill wail at the top of her lungs. The hold stretched her out while working over most of her body at once, twisting her out of shape as much as she pleased. Hera grinned as she took slow and steady strides around her apartment, stomping and shaking her mass of muscles now and then to give Elmira an especially painful shake for a fresh shout of pain. The dragon positioned herself right in front of a full body mirror before pushing her muscles to the max. They bulged against the milf’s body, digging into her soft curves and swelling her bicep up in Elmira’s face. The holds forced the milf’s eyes to peer over the mountain of her arm muscle and witness the incredible show of strength. Elmira could barely think straight, only moaning and whining in the champ’s clutches. If she had her head about her, she might have realized just how many mirrors were hung up in the vain dragon’s den.

“Hell of a view, huh, fatty? See what a little hard work and being the best thing to ever step into the ring can do?”

Her dense arms pulled down on Elmira’s tail and neck, cracking her side and back across her broad shoulders. Elmira wailed as her plump body was bent out of shape, flailing with one of her weakly dangling hands. The stretching rack seemed to awaken every ache and bruise she had on her in flaring pain, making the gator’s eyes go wide.

“STOP! I GIVE! MERCY!” Elmira cried.

She struggled to move at all beyond what Hera’s crushing hold would allow. Hera just chuckled mockingly.

“No shit. But you had our chance for the easy way. This is over when I say it’s over, and you can give when I tell you to give. …but feel free to keep screaming, of course.”

Hera turned back towards the mirror and started squatting up and down, handling Elmira like she was a piece of gym equipment. The gator was bent and bounced even harder in the hold, getting rhythmic howls out of her in time with Hera’s sadistic workout routine. The milf’s curves jiggled up and down while the dragoness barely seemed to notice her bouncing and wailing. Her eyes were clearly fixated on herself more than her opponent, admiring her own strength over anything else.

Hera manhandled the heavy gator with ease, getting in a few steady reps until she’d screamed herself hoarse. The dragon queen still thumped hard, short punches into Elmira’s pussy, beating the occasional orgasm out of her in short, drained squirts from the pain in her clit. Hera started to breathe heavily before long, but she just turned her head enough to suck on one of Elmira’s jiggling tits. She latched her fangs roughly around her nipple, pinching her areolas to drain what little milk she had as a refresher without breaking stride in her humiliating exercise.

The dragon got back to her peak and loosened her grip. She shrugged Elmira looser into her grasp, lifted her overhead, and then brought her swinging back down to smash the gator’s scaly back across her knee. Elmira’s arching body bucked and gurgled but she couldn’t do a thing to right herself, laying limp and bent over the dragon’s leg. She twitched but could barely move beyond that. Hera gave her a quick shove that sent her toppling to the floor. Hera’s body weakly rose and fell as her heavy, labored breaths puffed up her breasts and belly underneath her. She couldn’t even lift her head to look at her tormentor until Hera slid her foot under her chin. She forced it up before shoving her sole into Hera’s face, squashing her lips and nose.

“NOW you can beg,” the champ informed her with a coldly casual tone.

Elmira could only moan a response, but she let her mouth go slack and rolled out her tongue. She licked up the base of Hera’s heel before kissing and sucking on her toes. The sour taste of sweat was a final insult to her overwhelmed senses, but she couldn't think of anything to do but try and end her punishment. Her eyes watered from the strong musk as the even stronger fighter squatted down, dragging her head up by the hair. She guided it around her body, making sure that Elmira didn’t miss a spot with her mindless muscle worship. She guided her up her strong thigh before making the powerless milf lick between the crevices of her abs before going higher. The recent exercise had looked easy on the champ, but Elmira knew she was getting a workout judging by how much sweat she’d gathered in her underboob and armpits. Still, she slurped and sucked the tender muscle clusters through her miserable whines.

“You’re a shitty boxer, but at least you’re a decent towel,” Hera gloated as she shoved Elmira’s face into her bulging bicep.

The gator’s mouth couldn’t fit around the muscular boulder, so she had to take her time kissing and licking around it. The dense orb occasionally pulsed with short flexes that thumped like tiny punches into Elmira’s face that bounced her in place. Her soft grunts in response didn’t stop her from carrying on with her forced worship.

Once she had Elmira’s drool over most of her body, Hera shoved her back. Her listless legs offered no support, leaving the chubby milf to drop back and slump against the couch. Her arms splayed out and rested on the couch cushions like they were ring ropes as she sat with her legs spread out weakly. Hera straddled the downed challenger, planting her knee in between her chubby thighs so that it pressed against her pussy. Even Elmira’s sagging body was unable to droop any lower with the solid limb in her way.

“You still haven’t cleaned your plate yet, bitch,” Hera warned as she leaned into Elmira.

She stuffed her golden globes into her face. The championship-level M cups pushed firmly around Elmira’s face, rubbing their sweaty glory on her. The milf moaned and opened her mouth, obediently sucking and worshiping them like she had the rest of her body. Also like much of Hera’s body, they were ripped as hell and capable of fighting back on their own. Even with their light bruising from the fight, Hera flexed her pecs to send the firm jugs bouncing up to smack Elmira in the face. It interrupted her suckling, bashing her face while not quite hard enough to push her out of her sweaty cleavage. Elmira’s eyes rolled but she kept mindlessly slurping as her tongue fell from her mouth. The drooling gator just kept taking pec flex after tit punch, juggling her helpless face between the mockingly effortless blows that punished her obedience. Hera smirked at her and started snapping quick, deep punches into her gut, knocking the air and spit from her mouth to keep polishing her proud jugs.

“There’s a good loser. Now time for your desert.”

Hera rose from her knees to sit on the couch facing the back. It stuffed her hungry, wet pussy into Elmira’s face, pinning her back against the couch with her snatch. The fallen challenger wanted to resist or fight back, but she couldn’t even form the thoughts to do so in her sorry state. She just locked her lips around Hera’s pussy, suckling and slurping around inside her. The dragoness purred as she rode her, even her humping hips smacking into Elmira’s face with a punishing, smiting motion. The wet pussy slapped her repeatedly while the gator gulped it down as if she appreciated the beating, knowing it was her only option and all she could think about now. Hera just humped away, moaning as she humped her weakly flicking tongue as she played with tits and cum-slicked gloves. Polishing herself with the loser’s juices helped her quickly reach her peak, finally gushing an orgasm over Elmira’s face. The gator choked and coughed beneath her as Hera took her time riding out her triumphant facefucking. She let out a lusty and barbaric cry as she pulled on the gator’s hair to get her in deep and cum even deeper into her throat with her powerful orgasm.

Elmira’’s eyes rolled back in her head, and as Hera stood back up the challenger was left fully unconscious from exhaustion. Her choking breaths gargled out thick bubbles of Hera’s cum as the goddess stood before her, looking more sexual and powerful than ever while Elmira fell in a sloppy heap. Hera glanced at another of her mirrors, smirking as she caught sight of herself glistening with the cum and saliva of her latest conquest. She grinned and flexed, flaunting her figure for herself.

“Still got it,” she gloated as she raised a flexed arm and kissed her bicep.

She finally let herself rest. The intense workout was just what she needed to wrap up her night. She figured Elmira was free to go, whenever she woke up at least, so she had some time to kill. Hera sat on her couch, turning on the TV to catch up on some shows. She managed to sit while avoiding most of Elmira’s stains and kicked up her heels, planting them on the tits of her latest loser footrest.