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Another reward story of sexy monstergirls catfighting it up in the wild. Haunted houses now count as the wild, by the way.

I'm always sort of loosely aware of what wights were, in the way that I know ghasts are a monster in DnD. Just think of them as smarter super zombies here... with a claw thing. Don't forget I'm just going off of that hentai monstergirl encylcopedia for reference. 

Hentopia’s varied population tuned in on their crystal balls for their latest dose of Monster Battle. As dramatic as it sounded, the show promised one thing only: monstergirls beating the hell out of each other in the wild.

This week’s episode focused on a clearly haunted castle. Stormclouds raged outside as a human woman cautiously entered the towering doors. She peered around the dark, carpeted manor as she stepped inside, shaking the rain from her hat.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” she called out.

No one answered, but several eyes watched her from the darkness. Hanging in the rafters above her, a vampire set her dull pink eyes on her prey. Her short blonde hair, short-skirted dress and crimson cape remained down to her hips. Her fair skin and faintly pointed ears seemed plain compared to her elegant attire as she floated down towards the unsuspecting woman.

She was so focused on her prey that she didn’t see the other undead monstergirl closing in on the mortal. She was pale like the vampiress, but with chalky gray hair and a saucier cocktail dress. Large, round breasts bobbed temptingly as her red eyes focused on the human, her large, ghostly hands primed and ready to snatch her up in the advanced zombie’s claws. A fine tiara gleamed in the moonlight from a window as the only hint of her presence.

With a hiss and a groan, the two monsters lunged at their victim. Completely missing each other’s stealthy presence, their heads bonked together as they bared their fangs and bounced off one another.

“Oh my gosh! Zombies!” the human shrieked before she went fleeing back out of the castle to relative safety.

“Cryptina!? What do you think you’re doing?!” the vampire demanded.

The pale and outraged woman turned with a furious scowl, only to see the wight looking just as insulted.

“What were YOU doing, Dalica?! Sneaking up on my prey like that, how was I supposed to see you coming?”

“You weren’t! I was SNEAKING!” the vampiress reminded her.

“Do you KNOW how few humans come to a haunted castle!? You just blew my meal for me!”

“Not so fast! YOU ruined MY meal,” the floating wight corrected her.

Both women snarled and bared their fangs, the main weapons on the high-level undead. Their elegant appearance was clearly mostly for show, with no real titles or position to match them beyond the respect of skeletons and other lesser undead. It made their coexistence only possible thanks to the huge, ruined castle giving them plenty of space. Now that they were face to face with the slightest reason to go at it… they would.

The vampiress hissed and lunged at the ghastly beauty, instinctively grabbing her around the neck. It was a natural target for Dalica, and even if Cryptina didn’t breathe it was a perfect handle to drive her back. The wight still grunted and struggled with her grip before she simply lowered and drove one of her three-fingered ghostly fists into her stomach. The vampire grunted loudly as she doubled over with her slender stomach bashed in.

“I’m surprised you can even catch any humans at all when you fight like that!” the wight taunted as she broke out of the vampire’s clutches.

She brought one of her large claws swinging wide and smacking Countess Dalica across the face. The vampire went stumbling away and crashed into a few ancient wooden chairs, crashing through the old wood as she hit the ground.

The wight leapt through the air, her claws raised with the clear intent of bashing the vampire’s head in. Dalica was far from beaten with her own undead endurance, so she saw her coming in time to raise one of her thigh-high leather boots. Cryptina’ eyes went wide as she saw what was coming, and her eyes only got wider as she landed crotch-first on the extended bootheel. She screamed like a banshee as her focus left her. The ghostly aura vanished from around her arms as her gloved hands clutched her pussy and staggered off of the vampire’s foot.

“Looks like you’re just as brainless as the rest of the zombies,” Countess Dalica snarled.

She scrambled back up to her feet and slammed a few punches back and forth across Cryptina’ face. The wight’s head rattled back and forth, still gawking from the pain in her pussy until Dalica pounded her with an uppercut to the chin. Her head went whipping back as the super strong undead sent her flying. Her long grayish hair flowed after her much like her boobs bobbed from the massive impact, popping them right out of the top of her dress.

Cryptina landed on the second floor with a husky grunt. Her red eyes rolled for a moment before she could drag herself back up with the guardrail. She gave a bitter hiss to see that her tits had been bashed out of her clothes, but Dalica was flying after her so she had no time to bother with them.

“Maybe a few new stitches will teach you to mess with me,” the vampire gloated as she cracked her knuckles.

Her foot touched down on the railing to loom over her opponent, but the wight woman wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Dalica by the ankle and pulled, tripping her on the spot. The vampiress yelped in surprise, but she was able to fly so didn’t worry about falling back down to the first floor. She had bigger worries as Cryptina swung her by her foot like a huge club, bashing her against the nearby wall. Dalica grunted loudly as she crashed into a few spooky paintings and ancient vases before cracking through the wood of the wall.

“I see those tiny tits of yours really do make you aerodynamic!” Cryptina mocked her as she swung Dalica back the other way.

The vampiress grunted as she was whipped overhead and fell chin and chest first on the floor, cracking the floorboards with the supernatural impact. She groaned dizzily until she winced from the wight’s high heel pressing down on her back.

“How’s this for something to get your blood pumping?”

Cryptina grabbed and tore off Dalica’s top, ripping her cape and blouse to pieces as she summoned her ghostly claws. The vampiress gasped as a blush went across her pale cheeks, scrambling out from under her while modestly trying to cover her tits with one arm.

“How dare you!? I am a countess, you brainless brain eater!” Dalica demanded.

“Well count on this!”

The wight ignored her threats and grabbed a handful of the short blonde hair. She turned and slammed Dalica into the nearby wall, which happened to have a large mirror hanging from it. The vampiress grunted as she felt her boobs crushed against the solid glass, feeling momentarily glad that she couldn’t see her own reflection in it to make her even more humiliated.

She could see Cryptina perfectly well, though. She winced from her pain, but she focused on the wight’s reflection so she could swing an elbow backward. Cryptina grunted as it caught her right in the jaw, making her reel and clutch her face. Dalica whirled around in nothing but her boots and skirt.

“Now you’ll face the true wrath of a vampire!” Dalica declared.

She pounced on Cryptina and grabbed at her wrists, pinning the spectral claws to the floor as she landed on top of her. Dalica bared her teeth, exposing the sharp fangs menacingly before she lunged down at her rival. Rather than the inviting neck, the countess buried her fangs into one of the plump orbs of Cryptina’s chest. Dalica brought one free hand over to the other breast and started to knead and maul it, acting like a roughly groping teen who just got their hands on a pair of tits.

“AGHHH! You jealous little bitch! Get off me!” Cryptina shrieked in shock and pain.

Dalica had latched on firmly, her fangs jammed into her areola. It wasn’t her usual target but her kind were experts on biting and feeding with their deadly jaws. Of course, her vampiric curse wouldn’t work on another undead, but this was much more about pain than feeding.

“Don’t think this will make your puny tits get any bigger!” the wight ranted as she beat her fists on Dalica’s back and head. The fact that it was clearly hurting her so badly and mauling up her proud bosom were enough to drive Dalica to hang on tightly, but soon her head started to sting too much and she drew back with a gasp. The wound rapidly healed over but it was clearly from Cryptina’s tense posture that her tits were still in a lot of pain.

“It’s what you get for bringing those fat things to a fight! Real men prefer a woman with some actual shape instead of those sagging things!” Dalica flaunted.

“Keep telling yourself that, Count Flatula!” Cryptina shouted back at her.

The wight lunged in with her claws again, grabbing at Dalica who ducked under her reach. The vampire gave a brief smirk of confidence when Cryptina’ real attack came right after. Her knee shot up and caught Dalica in the chin, making her fangs snap together as her eyes went wide from the stunning pain.

“And here’s a little payback for before!” Cryptina snapped as she grabbed Dalica with her claws.

She pinned the vampire against the wall, still jarred and stunned as the wight drove her knee up between her legs. Dalica let out a husky howl of pain as she tried to double over, only to remain held in place by her pinning foe.

“Mm, I do love the cries of pain coming from the weak and vulnerable,” Cryptina gloated over her.

“It makes me hungry for a little… VERY little snack!”

The wight opened her mouth wide and lowered it threateningly towards Dalica’s chest. The vampiress came to just in time to gasp and shake her head, trying to wriggle her way free. She was too late to stop Cryptina from biting into her own tit, crushing it between her shorter but still sharp fangs. Dalica broke into a manic screaming fit, thrashing and jerking around in a desperate attempt to escape.

“MY BOOBS! You bitch!” she shrieked madly.

“I wouldn’t even call them that!” Cryptina jeered, taking a moment’s breath before digging right back in with Dalica’s other tit.

The vampiress wriggled and kicked, but her eyes just watered as the wight gnawed on her nipples. She finally resorted to snapping a kick up between Cryptina’s legs, kicking her squarely in the pussy.

Cryptina had the same idea, driving another knee into the vampire’s crotch to keep her from wriggling so much. Both women grunted and gasped at the same time as they broke off from each other to clutch their aching groins. The undignified scene got both of them outraged and furious, not that they could do much until they were done rubbing their throbbing groins.

As soon as they were over it, they glared at each other and lunged right for one another. Their bodies clashed, boobs bumping and grinding together as they clawed at each other’s hair and bodies. Their teeth gnashed as they kept biting at each other, but being locked together gave them few real opportunities to use them. It mostly meant snapping at each other’s lips, fangs grazing each other in a vicious embrace now and then.

They were so caught up in attacking each other that they lost track of where they were standing. The undead ladies tripped over some loose carpeting and fell onto the main stairway, tumbling noisily all the way down. They screamed and grunted along the way, taking occasional shoves and slaps at each other as if trying to finish the other before they could reach the bottom.

They still crashed and tumbled across the floor, their entangled bodies knocked askew from their symmetrical lockup. They were loosely strewn across each other as their heads stopped spinning and they realized where they were in terms of each other.

They both immediately scrambled for position, trying to mount the other. They were facing opposite directions from the disorienting fall, but they didn’t bother trying to correct it. They simply clambered with each other until Delica ended up on top of Cryptina facing her legs and sitting on her cushy chest.

The wight wasn’t ready to give up as she grabbed and tore off the last of Delica’s tattered skirt. Her pale ass and thighs were spread out just above her face, so she opened wide and bit into one of her perky ass cheeks. The countess shrieked from the humiliating pain but quickly returned the favor, biting into the wight’s inner thigh. She knew that blood flow was strong enough there to feed from, but it was also a sensitive spot for her to dig into on the undead girl.

The girls shrieked and snarled as they dug into their targets, but soon they realized they had only one better option in front of them. They simultaneously forced each other’s legs apart and knowing how things would escalate, they hesitated a split second before biting into each other’s pussies. Their fangs gouged at each other’s labias while they squealed in agony from the private bite fight.

Their 69 stalemate seemed locked in ready to go on for eternity until Cryptina finally got the upper hand. Her tongue probed around in Dalica’s pussy, drawing out her clit that was hard from the intimate pain. She adjusted her mouth just enough to bite down on the swollen bud. The sensitive nerve cluster made the vampiress scream at the top of her lungs before freezing up.

“OH FUCK! NO! NOT MY CLIT!”

“You give?! Or do I feast on more flesh tonight!?” Cryptina threatened as she ground her teeth menacingly over the weak spot.

“YES! STOP! LET GO!” Dalica shrieked, turning to pleading over even trying to fight back now.

Cryptina gave a low chuckle, seeing the fight taken out of her rival. She stood up and lifted the vampiress with her, still holding her upside down. Dalica had a moment to realize her face and gave a short wail just before the wight piledrove her into the floor, digging her head up to the neck in the wood.

“And just for novelty’s sake…” Cryptina mused.

She eyed up the pile of busted furniture and picked up a piece of broken chair leg. She raised it high and drove the stake into the KOed Dalica’s pussy. She barely twitched from it, but it would be an unpleasant wakeup call when she finally came to.