Gabriel Konga (Patreon)

The fighting venues had been searching for a way to increase the number of matches that they could profit from for some time. The impromptu body-to-body dueling between Gabriel and Apollo, then Konga and Rachel, had been surprisingly popular amongst the fans.

The lustful grappling had even extended the number of rounds past what the combatants had been expected to fight, despite all of the injuries and exhaustion from trading blows beforehand.

Thus, the fighting venues had found a way to hold bouts even between fighters that were still recovering from brutal high-impact brawls. So long as the competitors limited themselves to contests of stamina and passion instead of beating each other senseless, an extra slew of events could be opened up without compromising any fighting celebrity's title cards.

Handsome sums were offered to competitors in-between their main fights to participate in what was being marketed as "Primal Clashes", pitting participants man-to-man, woman-to-woman, or even man-to-woman in nude, body-pressing, groin-thrusting duels of sexual and physical endurance.

Venues scored their Primal Clashes differently. Forcing an opponent out of a ring, forcing more orgasms out of an opponent within the time limit, rendering an opponent unable to stand from exhaustion, forcing an opponent's submission, votes from the audience, all of these and more became ways to determine the winner of a Primal Clash.

Gabriel's standing in the Primal Clash proved much more formidable than his original fighting record. There were many fighters that could outfight him, outtrade him, outbrawl him, outpunch him. But as some of the top boxers and wrestlers crumbled against him in the Primal Clash, it became increasingly obvious that there were not many fighters that could outfuck him. Not many at all.

It had been a particular point of pride for Konga that she had dominated and demolished Gabriel on multiple occasions, pummeling him to the canvas in decisive, brutal infighting or smothering him in her vast bosom, pinned up against the ropes. She had knocked a fear into the poor lion to the point where he avoided her at the gym and couldn't hold her gaze for long.

But inside this new ring of honor, the game had changed.

Here, in the Primal Clash, Gabriel and Konga were equals.

Chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, crotch-to-crotch, lion and gorilla latched onto each other's glutes with no escape, and collided.

Konga was used to outslugging and outclinching Gabriel, of shoving him up against the edge of the ring and bullying the poor lion into submission. But as the two slammed up against each other, driving deep into each other's embrace, it felt to Konga like she was battling a completely different fighter.

Her tits squashed against his pecs, his abs grinding into her belly, her fingers feeling the powerful clench and thrust of his glutes, his steel grip on her ass hauling her into an inescapable duel.

And he was buried so deeply, so strongly, so thickly inside of her. He pushed against her, into her, through her with a steady relentlessness. With each body-to-body lunge they traded, Konga felt the squelching and throbbing of their interlocked meat. Heat rolled through her core in waves with no hope of reprieve.

Gabriel had found his talent, and now Konga could barely keep up.