In order to better fit with the modern era (in all realms, not just Earth) a new format of competition was invented, or rather a very old idea has bee...n incorporated into it - SEX. The participants would have sex with each other; not only would that lower the mortality, it would also make it significantly more popular among those who were not participating themselves.Soon many corporations sought to televise the entire event and that was how The Fucking Kombat came to be.The rules were simple -. Once things were stable again Jack climbed the last few steps out into the sun. The deck was bustling with activity.“I hope they are quite done with whatever they were doing, throwing the ship around like that,” Jack grumbled, tipping her head down to let her hat shield her eyes from the glare of the sun.“They were performing a test of the Kestrel’s steering capabilities. I told you when they knocked on the door,” Quinn said softly, following Jack onto the deck. He didn’t make any effort to. "Oooh, that feels fine girl," breathed Cricket, as she rocked herself back and forth on his manhood.As much as she loved the way he manhandled her, this time she wanted to be in control. She wanted to limit the amount of pounding she'd get from him.It didn't go unnoticed either. When Cricket felt his orgasm begin to approach, he grabbed onto her hard and flipped her over until she was on her back and he was between her legs."Wait, Baby," she breathed, with her hands on his broad chest. "Not too. "Then he will really come," Aunt Cassie replied playing on the word come."Oh God?" Mom moaned."Now crawl over here and lick your baby sister," Aunt Cassie ordered."Yes, Mistress," Mom replied."Maybe I should just order you to fuck your son," Aunt Cassie ordered."Give me two more weeks, Mistress, I promise I will submit to him by Christmas," Mom promised."You'll let his candy cane fill your little wreath," Aunt Cassie playfully asked, drunk enough to think she thought the wreath reference was.