The Goddesses vs Counterstrike: Sybian Match!

As Morgan came down from the orgasm that had torn through her body, her dim awareness of the situation started to expand. Her arm was burning with exertion, but she didn't realize she should stop until she felt Anubis' walls contract around her fingers. The fogginess in her eyes cleared out as she pulled her now drenched hand back, her unfocused gaze sharpening into one of surprise and intense embarrassment. Oh, god. She had given in and made Anubis cum, hadn't she? Morgan silently cursed herself for giving into her normally dormant libido. She hadn't been thinking straight, and now she had her v-card punched by a woman.

It sure would be hard for her to think of herself as purely straight from now on, but she figured that she should've seen this coming. Having joined a wrestling promotion full of lesbians with the knowledge that she could get trapped in an H match with them, it was pretty likely that she would've had to question her own sexuality at some point. She just didn't expect it to be so soon. Hastily wiping her hand on the sand, she started scrabbling back on wobbly legs. She couldn't let this outcome distract her. There was still a match to be had, and she needed to create some space before she got caught up in Anubis' pace yet again.

Alyssa, rather unfortunately, was swallowed up in Bastet's rhythm. She was loathe to repeat old tricks, but she had to put both hands to use. Her free hand, which had been pressed up against the Goddess' back, crept down past that perfectly shaped rear. She paused for a moment to recollect herself as the cat eared girl began thrusting her fingers into Alyssa's sex again, but she wasn't going to stall out here. The Bomber moved her hand as far as she could manage, then brought it down onto Bastet's butt!

After her orgasm, and after making Anubis orgasm, it seemed as though the once-reluctant Morgan was starting to come back around to full consciousness. The jackal-eared Goddess would slide over to the side, letting Morgan have a little bit of wiggle room, though Anubis still held her very close and was keeping an eye on her in case she tried to make an escape. The older of the two Egyptian deities would watch the light of realization slowly dawn in her opponent's mind. Morgan seemed...distraught, but resigned to what had happened, and not upset about it. That was good.

"You...alright?" Anubis would ask, still panting softly after her orgasm. Her tongue hung slightly out of her mouth.

In response, Morgan would show that she was, still, a little fuzzy, rubbing a damp hand on the sane to try to get rid of the juices. All that would happen, of course, would be that the sand clung to her hand, covering it. Then, she started trying to scamper away. Anubis furrowed her brow. That was not going to happen! She reached out and grabbed Morgan by the wrist. "I think...it's just about time to get you over to the...throne."

Bastet, meanwhile, was still in the lead. Though Alyssa was still fucking her with her fingers and sucking on her tit, the Bomber was seconds away from her next orgasm and Bastet was still quite a ways away from cumming! Alyssa seemed to realize this, as Bastet's fingers closed around her clit and gently slid up and down, making it quiver in a way that Bastet hoped would drive the girl wild. Alyssa, then, just hauled off and spanked Bastet! The Goddess screeched, mouth opening, momentarily shocked by the blow. "H-hey!" she gasped, as she would lean in to try to bite down on Alyssa's ear—not hard enough to damage, but enough to, hopefully, show her who was boss!