Konga and Butch (Patreon)

Konga had wanted a piece of Butch ever since she'd heard about his grueling head-to-head, horn-to-horn duel with Gabriel. She'd felt the raw vitality of Gabriel on more than one occasion, so anyone that could match the lion's power, endurance, and heat in a thrust-for-thrust contest of man-meat was someone to be reckoned with.
She'd also heard about the customs and traditions in the Kraken Islands, read into them thoroughly and not without a bit of relish and anticipation. Top fighters amongst the Kraken possessed a serious pride in their strength and abilities, and it was within their rights within their culture to refuse any romantic advances from potential partners who had not proved themselves, most often in single combat with the Kraken in question.
Konga had absolutely no qualms about getting into a proper fight, and her ongoing rivalry with Rachel over the course of many bouts and many, MANY sparring matches had given her a thorough understanding of the Kraken body... or so she thought.
Soon, Konga had tracked Butch down to his local gym, finding him toiling away with boxing mitt training. Konga was impatient for a taste of him, and thus she was impatient for a fight. Without a word or preamble, she had strutted up to the ring, stripping off her clothes on the way, climbed inside, shoved past the training mitt partner, and wrapped up a surprised Butch in a heated clinch.
It only took a few seconds of Konga pinning and pressing him up against the corner for Butch to understand what the powerful gorilla wanted, and only a split-second for him to accept her unspoken challenge.
Both Butch and Konga excelled in the clinch, and both boasted prodigious stamina and relentless aggression fueled by burning pride. The result was an intensely passionate meatgrinder, with both participants committing to a marathon of mutual bearhugs and full-frontal body-shoving.
Bounteous breasts crushed flush against firm muscular pectorals. A glistening, flexing eight-pack dug into plush, warm belly fat until they bumped up against the potent abs underneath. And down below, spurred by two sets of pistoning, clenching glutes, a thick, throbbing package of manhood, barely contained by a tight polyester speedo, butted up against the hot, pulsing groin of a super-heavyweight gorilla A-Lister in heat.
Konga was brazen with the effort and shameless fervor she was willing to throw into the ring, ever eager to up the ante against such a fierce and powerful stud. Her thrusts became more wanton, her grunts and growls louder and deeper as she breathed harder and faster, and the savagery of her grapple sent ripples and jiggles through her formidable curves. It was an escalation of womanly force that demanded an answer.
Butch ploughed back into her with strength to match every single time. Time and again he was startled by the forwardness and ferocity of his opponent, stunned by the depths of arousal that she was willing to draw upon in such a public place. But that same publicity within his island community also left him no choice. He refused to be outwrestled, much less beaten, in front of so many. Not with his reputation as city champion on the line!
And so they dug in their heels and battled. Not merely tussled, not simply fought, but battled.

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Butch had found Konga worthy. Brought to his home, she had met him in the shower, unwilling to wait until the bed. There, she had discovered something new about Kraken.
Their kissing game was on an entirely different level.
Evolution had provided the aquatic Kraken with ways to breathe other than through the mouth.
This meant that, in mouth-to-mouth, Butch proved relentlessly aggressive, freed of the need to come up for air.
Butch dove into Konga's lips, smothering her with the ruthless pace of his suckling and tonguing.

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Their coupling was like a sumo match, power clashing against power, endurance clashing against endurance, the partners throwing their full bodyweight into sweaty, meaty impacts, struggling to overpower each other with the relentless pace of thrusting embrace.
Konga wrestled with Butch's swelling muscularity within her, ploughing and rolling through her with warm, heavy thickness despite her constant attempts to constrict and crush him.
Butch wrestled with Konga's depth and pulsing tightness, milking him ruthlessly like he was one of her hapless titboxer opponents, absorbing his thrusting and pounding like a sponge.
No referee to be found, no breaks given or offered. Just a full-tilt smashing to the finish, until one of them passed out.
The two fighters soon became very acquainted with each other's beds.