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The soft slurping sound of the two young lips rubbing over the others nether space echoed off of the basement walls accompanied by the soft muffled tones of light murring and easily audible moaning against the delicate fleshy sex of their counterpart. The two youngest were working on their training, tasting of one another and softly calling in the flavor that they were taking in. Cool yellow eyes looked down the length of the other watching the progress while they struggled to hold off that ever growing desire to reward their siblings wonderful and always improving skill. Mommy and Daddy had been working with them on bettering their sexual fighting talents, knowing that these two were a bit behind their older brothers in the level of skill that was commonly put out, but knowing that they were more than catching up to them with strict practice and careful guidance.

The golden gaze that they gave to one another went well with the green spotted scales that dressed their bodies. The brother resting on his back on the floor while the sister laid dominant over him. The two would sixty-nine like true sex fighting champions as they went to move and grind against one another. His forked tongue reaching deep into his sisters soft and quivering depth just as she continued to suckle hard on his throbbing meat. A hand gripping his shaft while her head bobbed up and down on top of him even while his own hand worked to grip at her hips, lightly tracing his thumb along her hot clit in tiny circles. Of all six children that Zavis and his lioness wife had these two looked the most the same. Three sets of twins and only these two shared similarities with one another, but still they couldn't be any more different when left to their own devices. The family activities being that parents helped to train the children in the sexual arts of combat, not for self defense, or for reasons of true discipline, but because between Zavis and Kiadra it was the one true tying thing that brought this family together.

The youngest two were a unique pairing. Where their siblings had split species in the womb, being born either serpent or feline, the twins that had been born the latest had come forth as a hybrid, dark green scales that covered the body with round tipped ears. Tufts of fur on the tips of the tails, rims of the ears, and center of the chests helped to display both of their python and lion heritage. The golden gaze of their eyes best matched their mothers and while the boy and girl both were patterned with a broad python detail about their bodies, the girl between them had a bit lighter tone to her body. With lips locked on their different points, this well trained and skilled male would press his puckered mouth against her swollen hole, the feeling of her thighs shifting as he'd drive that tongue just that bit deeper into her hungry cunny made him moan, showed him that he was doing well, and that she was being driven close to her final range. That didn't go to say that she wasn't doing just as well. A hand still held the base of that shaft, tasting the tip and stroking it quickly in short movements against her suckling mouth, but then the other hand came into effect, scooping up the balls and lightly rubbing her thumb against them in order to squeeze them against her grip. It wasn't her intention to harm, but instead she was looking to try and force more pleasure through him, a tactic that worked well as she watched those toes curl against the ground.

Already the flavor of pre clung to the inside of her cheeks, swallowing down any bit that she could anytime she'd feel her mouth get filled. It wasn't enough to say that these two had each other on the ropes, but they were on the verge of a real draw here if one of them didn't give out. Finally her lips rose from the tip of the member, watching the clear sparkles of pre-cum connect her mouth to the edge of his head. Her tongue whipping out quickly in order to lap at these strings before moving that tongue down in order to make small circles around it, feeling the jerking motions of that member set well in his hand. Her stroking movements with her strong palm was set well in the movement of reaching from the very base where it had been all this time, but now traveled all the way up to the tip of the member just barely missing the lashing tongue that passed by the tip of the head.

Finally those male lips released the cunny, calling out in a loud and powerful cry of pleasure from his sister's sudden change in tactic against their little endurance competition. Finally, it was clear which between them was going to fall first, which one was going to show that they couldn't handle continuing this fight, and as his hands gripped onto her plush rump the brother would feel his hips quiver against her hands, his full body shaking from the pressure of needing to release such a strong wave of pent up pleasure. With a short panting breath he'd find his breathing coming to a halt all together as those teeth clenched down and his golden eyes would shut tight. The feeling of his member shooting a thick load of hot, young, potent seed over his sister's lips, her cheeks and only able to get that cream into her mouth when she'd open her lips to allow it in. Cheeks puffed wide with the hard pumping dick and then with one single swallow it was all over. He was left used and worn out on the mat and she was rising to her feet the victor. Her legs shook with the need to relieve herself, but this young serpo-lioness would be better that desire soon enough.

Soft claps echoed against the walls of this basement, and the other four, older, siblings stood near by as well as her parents that watched the two of them and even helped her brother back to his feet once more. She was proud of how far she'd come in this sport, it had grown as a family exercise to practice often and grow their skills. With her brothers and sisters giving her silent praise for her performance here the half feline smiled, and even blushed, at them while she stepped closer towards them. Light pats on the shoulder would tell this girl that she did good here, but that was very similar to the praise that her twin was getting as well, despite his loss. They'd both been taken to their peak, not one of them had an advantage over the other the entire time they were down there, but then again it wasn't a real fight, just an endurance test to see who could out "oral" the other. This wasn't the only purpose, though, there was an underlying motive here for why they wanted to win this little trade of skill.

"Well done," The tan lioness said as she stepped closer, smiling at her daughter with a soft smirk over her lips. She loved both of her children just the same, but had to admit that it was nice seeing her daughter come out on top this one time. "So who are you going to chose for the final match for tonight? You did win, so you get to pick."

The soft smile that rolled over her lips then showed that the gears were turning between her ears. It wasn't often that this girl got to make this kind of decision and with it being the last match of the night she wanted to make sure that none of them forgot that kind of power she holds. The serpo-lioness didn't want to give it some basic and simple choice between one and another person. This girl wanted to make sure that no matter what they'd always be able to remember this last bout without any real challenge. As she'd lift her hand to her chin they all started to look at one another, knowing that any single one of them could very well be selected for this and having to grow more and more curious about what their sister was actually thinking.

Finally she was ready, her hands dropped back down to her sides before dramatically lifting into the air, the soft coo of delight ringing from her breath and with a burst of sound she'd speak loudly to all of them, "Girls versus boys!" It was these very words that made them all freeze in place, looking back at her suddenly to clarify herself with such an obscure calling. "Everyone pairs up girls vs boys, and fight each other until only one is left."

This drew an easy and cool smirk from the father python, his foot steps coming closer to her just as he knelt down to lightly press his hand to her shoulder. Zavis liked the idea of it, but it might need a bit more of a push than just bragging rights. His words speaking softly to the girl with encouragement, and a stifled chuckle. "But what's the stakes, sweetie? What do people get for winning?"

This was something she hadn't thought about, but the words rolled out easily as if she had been considering it the entire time, "Losers do all of the chores tomorrow."

That was all that was needed, already girls and boys were looking one another down, their minds working fast, considering the idea of being able to get out of chores just for winning a fight that all of them had won in the past anyway. It would be easy for them all to pair off with their respective twins, but some of them liked the odds of taking on other ages. Even while very girl that spoke this challenge found her next oldest brother, the middle male child, to stand up to him, this left the youngest male to be paired with the middle female. It wasn't an unexpected match, they'd both been told many times that they were already as talented in their fighting skills as their slightly older siblings, but never had they had a real chance to see if that was actually true or not. On the other side of the mat the oldest pair were being matched up against their parents. Everyone knew that if anyone was going to be able to take on their trainers then it would be those two that had been doing this the longest. As everyone found themselves a partner the fighting would start, without a call, without a challenge, without a signal the fighting would break out quickly and almost simultaneous.

The girl had selected her middle brother, a boy in his mid teens for the purpose of taking on this male vs female competition. Usually she found herself being pitted against her twin, but as anyone could claim fighting against the same person so many times has a tendency of getting boring and predictable. Such a thing had it's advantages. When someone knows you well enough they learn your weak points and then you have to change your tactics in order to take them on making you a more versatile fighter, but as a kid she didn't want to only learn to fight, she wanted to be entertained as well. Her twin could mix up tactics like anyone else, but he was limited by his age and she sometimes needed to fight stronger, more skilled opponents to advance herself. Anyone in the family would agree with this, the sight of them coming together showing the younger fighter willing to take on people more experienced than her already was a good sign and one that would help her take on tournament fighters once she was of age to participate in such things.

His green eyes looked down to his younger sister. While the youngest twins were both identical outside of gender the middle set were separated by species. His closest sister was blessed with the beauty of their mother, soft tan fur covering her body, well placed hips, a large and still developing bust, her pouty lips looking like they could drive a dick to spurt on touch. While his sister had the looks he wasn't far behind. His python body met green spotted scales that covered his figure only to display the strong muscles that covered his body. The muscles weren't without effort, his figure was that of a lean and flexible snake, so having a strong build was against his very nature, but with training and proper weight lifting he managed to squeeze in the extra muscles that he needed. If he was going to be a fast and speedy striker then this python wanted to make sure that his strikes had some real punch behind them. With that gaze locked on his younger sibling he'd smile at her, feeling himself to have the advantage here where she had just finished a fight with her twin and hadn't gotten a chance to cum yet. That meant very simply that she was going to be more worn down, and it would give him the opening that he needed in order to take her down. It wasn't overconfidence, but a clear observation that lead him to believe himself to be open for a quick and solid fight.

This left her still recovering twin to have to be pitted against the middle girl, showing off her curves and figure already to that youngest male who had to watch on. It wasn't the first time he'd had to fight her, she was often the winner as an outcome of such fights, but this lovely creature had tactics on her side, she had enough skills to make him have to overwork her. She wasn't the strongest of fighters, but she was agile and could move at unreal speeds if she really needed to. One of the few that got more than usual training specifically in their mother's method of fighting. It was something she had wanted to learn and found that she excelled in. With the fight breaking out these two would have to go at it fast, leaving the others to have to focus on their own fights while these two made sure that their battle was the only thing that these two would be focusing on.

He might have lost his fight against his sister earlier today, but that didn't mean that this young serpo-lion was without skill. He'd charge in quickly, watching for her movements, waiting for her to try and dodge to the side, back, counter, anything. A quick movement of a kick aimed at the side of her knee would try and buckle her down, but as she twisted herself, coming to move that knee so that his kick hit empty air this middle child would smirk at him with those ready to use lips. When she moved out of his way he'd press that kicking leg down, twisting himself on his step and making a fast and hard swing with that tail so that it would come straight across her already large chest, forcing her to cry softly in pleasure while making her take a step back from the fight and build up her defense again. She wasn't expecting to be getting hit so quickly, but it was clear that her younger brother had grown quite a bit better after their last bout, something she was happy to take note of.

As her limbs lifted to guard herself the young serpo-lion would make a quick approach, not wanting to give her time to get over the stinging of her large bust, at least not before he could land a few more hard strikes to help break her down some. With his speed he'd close that distance instantly, her fist coming quickly out in a fast and hard hook, but he wasn't at all slow and leaning backwards that fist would come to connect to nothing but air where she would gasp at her very decisive miss. She wasn't expecting such a movement to come from the flexible half snake fighter and before she could even turn around that leg was wrapped around her thigh, pulling her younger brother up close against her back. She was a bit taller than him still, but that strong body of his didn't help keep her cool. As she was gripped so suddenly already she could feel her lack of continued training already starting to catch up with her. He didn't even need to be a snake to smell that moisture enter the air so quickly, the soft trickling it was making down her thigh was enough to tell him that he might have found a very clear liking she had from being grabbed from behind, something that their mother and father would need to work on her with in order to improve her from such a very clear weakness.

Even without her will this tan lioness could feel her tail move to the side before she even realized that it was tucked out of the way for him. His hands gripping at her abs and breasts, and now that she was back in her right mind her hands went to grip his, trying to keep him from going for her special areas. What she hadn't realized was that this lioness was already in a deep world of pleasure, that her holding his wrists wasn't going to stop his movement now. Even while this lovely teen worked fast to try and get out of her brother's hold his tail whipped quickly back and forth, lashing the tip against her already heating cunny. The feeling of that moist slit having it's fluids splashed back and forth made her moan out deeply. Ears even pinning back while her head lifted towards the ceiling. In panting breaths she could only stand there quivering at his attention when his tail finally made it's sudden and final decline into her body, spreading her hot lips with fast and needing movement.

Already her tunnel drenched that tail length, spreading her natural lube around his tail in order to help him pump back and forth into his body. The feeling of that thick and quickly twisting, coiling, tail reaching deep into her body made her figure kick up and down while she stood there, moaning, shaking, and softly crying out. If she released the hands to pull free the tail then those hands would then reach for her bits and finish her off anyway. Without even being able to think clearly this teen would give into the pumping, her hips rocking against that tail, helping to work it in deeper and against her special spots. It would cost her team a win, but she wanted to release for him, wanted to give in and deal with being "retrained" later on. Oh it was going to be worth it and with a finally call and a loud growl in the back of her throat this girl felt her knees give out and her panting breath come into effect as her larger body pulled her brother with her. When her knees hit the ground she'd feel herself be pulled into release, calling easily as the loud feeling of cum gushed from her body to coat the floor under her, leaving her panting while she struggled to remain balanced enough not to collapse entirely. Her brother had done well to take her out quickly, not something she was proud of, but now he was in a different situation. He was going to have to wait and see who he'd be taking on next in their little family tournament.

Even while the two were fighting other fights broke out immediately, keeping themselves separate from the others so that all of them could have the space that they needed. Bouts between family members were always hard, but tended to always grow much more difficult when they were bumping into one another. While those two were having their short lived match it was a good chance for their father to show them exactly why he was head of this household. Taking on his wife would be expected, basic, he didn't want to just show off how well he could take that lioness down, but how well he could handle himself against the youth and springy-ness of his kids. It was always a fun event he looked forward to whenever this serpent got the chance to be on display. The easy smirk rolled over his lips even while those green eyes drifted towards the eldest daughter. The two had a very close relationship already, not only in training, but as father and daughter. Where both were pythons, fully and completely, and in this they shared a lot of similar interests. Those movements that they made while these two would slowly start to circle one another worked in a very patient pattern, those eyes locked to the other and even while they gave one another a dominating hiss this young, barely adult, woman kept her distance from the one fighter in this place that she actually feared in the ring.

It wasn't to say that she was worried about getting hurt by her father, or even getting beaten by him, but it was how fast he was able to put any one of them down on the mat that always worried her. If anything she didn't train for over a decade with her siblings and parents so that she could be taken out quickly. It wasn't something that happened brutally, but this girl was worried more about the humiliation that came from it. Keeping that distance the young serpent watched her daddy closely, making sure that he didn't approach too fast while they waited to find out exactly how this fight was going to happen between them. Already she was hearing her sister cry out, already getting tangled in their youngest brother's grasp. It wasn't too surprising, the youngest seemed to take this training seriously while the middle set always seemed to see the fights as being little more than play time. It was the eldest that had exceeded the most in sexual training, already even having participated in tournaments. They didn't get too far up that roster, but it was still great practice to be able to fight outside of the basement for once. She had the confidence to believe that the experience this serpentess had gained from that tournament alone would help to give her some unexpected advancement that she hoped her father might not yet be ready for.

Zavis was ready for this fight, knowing his eldest daughter enough to be a strong fighter, but more than willing to put himself on the line to make her better. It wasn't their first bout, he'd helped to train her in her more snake styled skills, but even that was to help make this girl the best fighter that he was able to. Seeing her keep her distance proved that she respected him right back, but he wasn't about to prolong this fight for longer than it needed to be and with a fast charge of his body he'd work at closing the distance before she could really get away. The python smirking to the girl while he gasped for a second, but knew that keeping a distance wasn't about to happen any longer. Her movement came in quickly thanks to his fast approach, a secret plan that worked. Zavis could see her approach, expecting her to keep her distance still and it was far too late to slow himself up. That gave her the advantage in striking where she knew where the two would meet at and the father python hadn't planned to be striking just yet. She'd go low at him, aiming for a hard sweeping kick at the inside of his knee, connecting well before working to grip the back of his head with her green scaled hands so that she could lift her knee on his dropping body, crushing her limb into his chest in order to listen to the deep thud that echoed as well as he hard grunt from the blow. It was something that her mother had clued her in on, a tactic that wasn't used much, but was always effective when it was.

The knee that impacted his chest forced the python to take a step back, his body trying to recover quickly with a hand gripping at the main that now poured out of him. Gritted teeth shown the effect that it had on him, but he knew her next tactic, he knew what she was going to do next. Training people in fighting means muscle memory, the body moving on its own due to certain key triggers. With him struggling back a step he knew that his daughter was going to be charging at him, going to try and take advantage of his pained state, and as she moved in quickly to capitalize on her wounded father the soft image of smirk rolled over his lips showing that his plan to draw her in closer had worked. She could see the smile, but it was already too late and his hands were reaching out for her. Arms lifted, trying to keep his grip from grabbing hold, but soon those fingers locked around her body and she was being lifted, swung, moved, and then slammed into the padded floor driving a hard grunt from her body.

The eldest daughter had learned a lot from her father, but took after her mother in terms of combat. Where Zavis had long since proved himself as a combination fighter leaning towards wrestling as one of his primary fighting skills, Kiadra had always been a striker, learning several martial arts that took advantage of her small and limber size allowing her to get in and out quickly and always lacking the overall physical strength to be effective with locks and holds. This pythoness followed in this. Being physically stronger than her mother she found those limitations to not be as effective, but liked to brawl enough to keep those fights clung instead of looking for grappling points. The center of her back came out of this sore, forcing her to groan deeply even as her large shaking breasts worked to calm down while spreading from the position she was being forced into. When the eyes opened she was finally able to look up into the air seeing her father standing over her with the soft smirk on his lips. His foot grinding down against her already swollen cunny making her squirm as she worked to get up and away from him. The movement of his thick and strong tail slamming down against her chest forced her shoulders straight back into the floor once again.

The move she moved the more his foot pressed against her dripping slit, the more it ground well into her without mercy. Those eyes stared up at him, almost beggingly for him to show her something so that the fight could continue, but her father was already seeing that victory in the distance and wasn't going to fall for something as basic as pouting eyes. Instead he continued, showing no remorse for his daughter while his tail continued to hold her down on her back, the tip even curling around her neck for the sole purpose of keeping her growing panting breaths at a limit, driving those hips even harder into his heel. As those firm hips rocked well in place she found herself growing closer to the end of their fight. The feeling of those movements she was creating herself pushing her even harder to that glorious end. The limitation on her breathing wasn't something Zavis did often, especially to his kids, but it worked on her, and worked well to make her head feel a slight bit dizzy while she felt her body go completely into autopilot. Those eyes even rolling into the back of her skull while her damp cunny soaked his foot with her pre, losing all self control over every point of her body. This fight was done and with a tensing of her body quickly she'd find herself crying out loudly against daddy's foot while she gave it a white creamy bath.

Left panting against the mat the tail and foot would be removed, working to lift that heel up only for the purpose of wiping it off on his daughter's scaled form the python smiled at her and even gave her a winking kiss into the air, showing that he might have been a bit hard on her, but she was his daughter and he loved her deeply. Zavis was an expert in the realm of sexual fighting and he'd never take the steps required to hurt any of his kids, instead always wanting them to grow better and becoming superior to the day before. That sometimes meant a bit of rough treatment, and more importantly it meant strict designs. He'd taken her out quickly in this fight, but that was due to how fast the other matches seemed to be going. If Zavis had wanted this fight could have lasted much longer and probably would have ended very differently than it had here.

Kiadra made her play, her movements closing in fast on the younger lion. Her eldest son had made her proud in his most recent tournament, not winning overall, but doing well enough to show that he was making some huge level of improvement. It was one thing to say that she was proud of him, but that also meant that this busty lioness wasn't going to be holding back on him. The tan lioness looked at her male feline son, the sight of him lifting his guard into a clear boxing stance proved that he was learning quite a bit of fighting skill from his father just like she had been training their eldest daughter. The strength of those fur covered muscles shown through the thickness on his chest and abs, his legs toned and strong with constant exercise and now it was being matched up against the lean and non-muscular build of his mother. The lioness had never been physically strong, learning to use her body in quick and fast motions, using momentum as her weapon instead of brute force. Here was a chance for her to once again face a strong opponent, but here was also an opponent that knew better than to underestimate her physical capabilities.

The strong lion moved in easily towards his mother, his body tensing fast while he made a quick jab straight at her. For a second she was there, watching him, eying him, studying him, and in the next she was gone, her hand at the back of his wrist and her body having side-stepped to the left, his right. That arm outstretched in mid punch put the male feline in a major situation especially when her knuckles came in fast to collide right against his rib. The feeling of her fists hitting his side forced that elbow back, working to protect himself against the harsh sting of having his ribs struck so suddenly and effectively. Already the lion was working to turn himself towards Kiadra again, but that experienced mistress of Fu didn't give him the time to. With his body working to turn her leg worked to turn the other way, aiming a fast and hard strike along the path of his knee joint. She wasn't physically strong, but one thing that she could do was to force a joint to bend in the direction it was naturally designed to.

When the lion felt that tan paw hit his knee he'd struggle to keep himself balanced, his weight coming on his supporting back leg, but that shift allowing Kiadra to reach in for him, a twist of her body pulling his unbalanced figure forward and soon her son was falling forward over her shoulder coming to plant his large muscular rump straight into the floor. This also put the young adult's back right against the lioness's body, allowing her to press her massive breasts against his figure. Hands reaching around him, holding his chest while she could feel him melt in her arms, loving the soft feel of those towering mams crushed against his shoulders. It was nice for Kiadra to know that her large chest was able to still effect her handsome lion so well, it made her happy to witness that her delightful sex appeal was something so hard to ignore. The tighter she gripped him the looser his body felt against her hands and it was only a matter of time before this mother feline was ready to put her boy in his place.

With her hands gripping his muscles Kiadra moved her feet to circle around his hips, coming to press the soles of her feet to either side of that thick and already hard shaft. Movements of her ankles rolled the feeling of her feet and toes up and down the length of that shaft forcing him to get into it as she listened to the soft pants and easy coos of her adult son enjoying her performance. The feeling of her soft feet padded feet rolling over the length of her son's thick and long shaft helped to draw his own movements from those hips, feeling him kicking his member against them so that he could feel his hips smack against them forcing her to pleasure him from base to tip and back again. Despite the soft panting he was giving her this mother kitty wasn't going to let him off so easily. Her gentle kisses to the side of his neck forced him to buckle down under the pleasure, forced him to murr out deeply to the amazing treatment his caring mommy was so eager to give him, and forced him to release a loud barking roar of pleasure to fill the basement with his call and the surface of her feet with his hot white load.

Pulling back from him she'd allow her son to simply collapse, watching him pant and moan for her in the afterglow of her sexual skills. Those golden eyes turning easily to the rest of her children with a soft smirk to every single one of them in order to see how they were fairing in this family friendly competition. All of them had strengths and weaknesses, all of them had their own talents in this sport, and even while some were more trained and experienced, sometimes these things came down to pure luck as well.

While the others were all facing their selected opponents the only two to be squared off came down to the youngest daughter, having already shown her skills once, being pitted against her strong python brother. The look over his strong body made her enjoy facing him the best. It wasn't that this serpo-lioness didn't get worn down in her fight against her twin, but that wasn't an excuse for shying away from a fight and secretly she'd have to eventually admit that she liked taking on this slightly older sibling the most. Her soft smile wrapped over her lips as she watched him clearly, eyed him completely, and even moved herself up to him. Those still developing breasts pressing to the serpent chest. This girl was a bit shorter than him, but not by much. His head having to look down at her just slightly where her head came up to about his jawline. The feeling of those breasts pushed against him made the male feel like he wanted to purr I he had the same abilities as his brothers and sisters. As much as he'd like to keep her cuddled up against him, though, this was a fight they were having, and he wasn't about to simply allow her to sneak in her tactics and get him aroused by some very delightful softness crushed against him.

It was a bit of a trick she'd learned from her mother, those soft developing breasts crushed to her brother's strong body would have it's own effect on his stamina without her even needing to worry about trying to actually fight him. An idea that she was given when she tried to fight her mother last time and she felt those mountainous breasts pressed against her back. The softness of them was absolutely something that helped to turn on nearly anyone that would have to be victim of them, but such a tactic was obvious and soon her brother caught on with his swelling member started to peak out of that cock slit. His scaled body being met with muscles, but that wasn't all. The tail would whip around fast, aiming to catch his sister on the back of her knee and force her to fall backwards with a loud gasp and a hard clap against the padded floor. At first the serpo-feline looked up at her older brother, surprised that he'd be so willing to get her away from him, but that look of shock faded quickly at the soft smirk that came into effect allowing her to roll backward in order to gain some distance. This python male moved in fast, his green scales aiming a fast and careful series of hard strikes in a low stance.

As soon as the serpo-lioness rolled to her feet those hands had to come up, aiming to block the hard punches coming in. Her steps taking her backwards a few times as the force and speed of the punches made the girl have to gain some distance just for the purpose of blocking the movements that were closing in. The backs of her arms starting to grow sore and her her wrists were already aching from trying to stop all of these strikes until finally the attacks slowed to a stop. Already the girl found herself panting, worn down from the fast and terrible strikes that she had only just managed to stave off, that left her defenses shuddering to quit. Most wouldn't expect the attacks to stop the way that they did, but she knew there had to be a good reason for it. When her tail crashed out over the ground it would quickly smash down against his in mid-strike, stopping the attack he had been planning to her side with such a well placed block that it drew a hard surprise from his figure opening him up for her own retaliation.

Now was her chance, able and willing to take down her strong older brother the girl moved in quickly towards him, taking advantage of his attention being down on his own tail and with her hands reaching out for his wrists she'd press herself into him, throwing her weight against his figure as she'd pull downward on his wrists. This movement did little to help the serpo-lioness, but it was more than enough to force her brother down her his back, making him tumble backwards without his hands to be able to catch his force. This python felt the cool padding hit his back quickly forcing a soft grunt from his lips, a soft grunt that would then be repeated as her own lips went to work on him. A loud elegant suckling sound hit the walls of this basement, giving her every single movement of intention that she needed to bare her head down, forcing her brother's cock deep down her throat and even allowing this serpo-lioness to moan around it's snake flavor. It wasn't often that she used her lip tactics on her fights, but she had to admit that when she did, she really liked it.

"No!" He hissed out loudly, working to struggle against her grab on his wrists. His arms were pulled back under his body, forcing him to have to fight against not only her grip but his own figure as well while he struggled to get free.

The more he fought her the more she moved against his thickness, tasting it, drinking it, taking it down her mouth deeply and even feeling dribbling of her own drool leaking all the way from her neck to to drip from her chin. The hard sucking she was providing his length was met with another deep moaning sound that resonated from her throat, lifting her delight in the activity high into the air just as he continued to buck hard for her mouth. With so much movement it was only a matter of time before he was hissing in an entirely new tone. His voice cracking, his breath staggering, and his body vibrating out in pleasure until that serpent tip grew more and more pronounced. The feeling of those soft lips on his member finally doing it's toll and driving the python to pop with a deep and loud cry of pleasure that reached the basement ceiling leaving him a panting and sweating mess settled down on the padded floor.

With the two half-breed looking at one another they were able to quickly notice that both had one. In a way the boy was eager to get back at his twin for the defeat she'd set off on him so much earlier before these matches and this wasn't going to be an opportunity that he was going to pass up. Their match before had just been based on endurance, based on no fighting at all while they'd been placed in that position by their parents, but now it was time for him to show off his skills against his sister. The fast movement of his body carried him quickly across the floor as he growled softly under his breath, their two serpo-feline bodies coming to crash together when she spotted him as well and went to charge right back. Arms entangled, around one another while they struggled to try and force the other into the floor. The grunts and snarls that ran over their throats failed to help either overcome the other and with a struggling force the two finally came to fall down into the padded floor at the same time, losing their footing enough to feel themselves tumble. Where the boy had hit his back on the ground the girl rested loosely over him, neither having an advantage over the other. Hands continued to grope, pull, struggle, and soon a new set of hands reached down for them. The first was a green pair of hands to grip at the girl, pulling her free from her brother while the other was a tan feminine display of fingers arranged to pull at the boy. As these two had been focused on one another they'd missed the fact that their parents had finished their own fights and now were working on taking the kids out of the equation all together.

There was no time to put up a defense, no time to peel those hands from their bodies in order to fight back. A green scaled hand gripped soft developing breasts, forcing a soft squeaking cry of pleasure from the young woman, her body arching at the feeling of it, and a tan furred grip held tight against the heavy and needy balls of their youngest man forcing a similar response between the twins. Their breaths staggering, their ears folding back, their heads swimming with the idea of fighting back, but even now they knew that there was no getting away. Hands gripped wrists, trying to fight off the urge to just give in, but even while the first hands made them writhe in absolute pleasure the other hands would drive them even further as one hand sunk into a delicate slit and the other wrapped around an already thickening shaft. Hips moved, gyrated, thrust, unable to fight back against their parents, but even here the attention of Zavis and Kiadra weren't on their torture loving youngest, it was shared between the two of them.

The lioness's soft growl filled the room welcomed to mix with the soft hissing that was rising and falling quickly. Their eyes stared long and hard into the other, never moving, never fading, never even blinking as they spoke without using any words at all. The two taunted one another, held the opposite sex of the child they were fighting and used that offspring as an example to the other of the same moans, looks, and helplessness that they were going to do to the other. As they watched their threatened fate grow closer and closer to their inevitable win the teen twins only moaned out loudly, calling up towards the house above them with an easy cry of need, their release so close and at the mercy of both mommy and daddy. In only an instant they felt that blissful existence that comes when the body realizes it's going to cum, the build up of hormones that beats against the walls of the mind and crashes them down like a wrecking ball before the flood is released by both of them and the two are left to cum in unison. Their echoing cries almost matching in perfect tone as if rehearsed, but even that was shoved to the side as the serpo-lions were allowed to drop down to the ground and the experienced fighters rose up to face one another, to end this battle of sexes once and for all.

They moved towards one another. Zavis had speed, Kiadra had agility, the two were the best of their own extremes and they were always looking to out-prove the other in which fighting style was better. This, however, was about fun, about family gathering, and while they both wanted to win, they both also knew that family came first and in that same way they were going to put on a great show of skill for their kids. When the python father took a fast boxing stance Kiadra knew it was a trap, if anything Zavis knew that her styles were good to use against boxing meaning that she'd be allowing him to go first so that she could counter him. When her husband closed the distance and made a fast jab to her face the feline would already have moved, working to head around him with her hand pressed to the back of his wrist, but this wasn't something he didn't expect already and here he was going to show her what using the same tactics earned her. As she moved to get to his side he'd be waiting with his tail coming up from behind. It wasn't there for a strike, not like the others would normally do, but instead snaked around her leg in order to make a fast and solid pull at her ankle. In a gasp the lioness was pulled from her stance, and if she made a strike at his side it wouldn't be permitted to do any damage.

Her leg quickly lifted, working to pull free from the tail, but this drew her attention down, forcing her to watch the coiling fifth appendage so that she could save herself before its nefarious plans could be permitted. What this meant was that with her eyes down his hands came down as well, working to quickly take hold of her left arm as the python twisted himself, forcing her to lean over him and soon fall over his body with a fast and hard take down to the ground. Her plump tush hitting the padding with a gasp and his arms already working to wrap around her body, pulling her into his chest while those hands were already settling down on the large breasts that were set on her lovely figure. Kiadra wasn't as green as her children, though, and with him pulling her in close the lioness quickly lifted a leg, forcing it up along her body so that the shin could make a sudden and immediate impact straight into Zavis's handsome face. This forced him to release her while he held onto his nose, but that only gave her a few seconds to get up. Twisting and turning she'd bound back to her feet, eying the python closely even while he was already recovering from such a quick and sneaky attack.

They were back on their feet in no time, once again the center of both of their attention. Zavis had made his move last time and now it was Kiadra's time. The lioness knew much about her husband, about her lover, and already she knew it was going to take every single grain of knowledge she had to take him down because he knew just as much about her. The two had learned and studied one another to a complete success. Not a single hair, or scale, existed on the others body that they couldn't immediately recognize. As she closed in her movements went from fluid and round to direct and straight, from circles to arrows. Her movements, her stance, even her breathing changed entirely as she moved in quickly in order to try and land her fast and solid strike aimed right for his strong and toned gut. What she hadn't counted on was the snake's speed still being at top gear and when she moved in his hands came to wrap around her wrists, stopping her strike in an instant before pulling her arms towards him so that he could lift that knee low and fast hitting her already dripping cunny with a hard strike that made her cry out in both pleasure and pain before she was forced to drop to the ground thank to buckled knees.

Rolling there the lioness tried to keep her attention on Zavis, but everywhere she turned he was already gone, at least until she felt hands wrap around the underside of her jaw. The quick gasp of it forced her to try and push herself off of the ground, but this was only met with the feeling of his firm snake rump settling own on her lower back. Suddenly the feeling of bending backwards pained her a bit, she was flexible beyond most means, but there was still a limit and her skeleton didn't flex so much. When he put her in this hold, the ruthless snake would keep her head pulled, his tail more than capable of handling the rest of her as it gave a few solid spanks down below to her kicking and spread legs. By the time Kiadra realized that her legs were open there was already a snake tail between them working at her hot cunny. The soft steam rolled from her depths making her pant loudly at the feeling of being filled so well by her husband. Her hands worked to pry away his, but there was no way she could summon enough strength to make that happen and with a few minutes of her working to struggle, trying to roll, kicking and crying out the lioness finally fell, her body giving in and the loud call of pleasure ripping from her figure as she'd scream loudly into the air with a wave of hot cum rushing from her depths to coat that tail and the floor. This match was over and it looked like this time the boys had managed to win.