The Consequences of Duelling
The tremor unbalanced her enough that she stumbled. She managed to throw
another knife, seeking not so much as to strike, but distract. The wizard
dodged easily, his familiar striking the flying metal aside. But it bought
her enough time regain her balance and to close in on him again. Her foot
flew out in a round kick which struck him a good blow. He grunted in pain
and retreated again. That was the wizard’s best strategy. To stay
out of her reach and hurl spells at her. If she caught him, he was as
good as dead.
She spun again; her long braid whipped around and caught his familiar
across the chest. The dragonet squealed. It had not expected the spiked
tip at the tail of her braid. She grinned. One out of the fight.
He was readying another spell when she struck out at him with her fists.
Then something caught an ankle and she stumbled to her knees.
No! Not the earth bonds. She hissed in anger and tried to kick her feet
free but only succeeded in falling forward. The moment her hands touched
the ground, more tentacles sprang from the earth and twined themselves
around her hands and up her arms.
“Bastard! That’s not fair!”
She knew what would follow and struggled against the bonds.
“You keep doing this to me!”
“Mmm… so I do.”
“Don’t you touch me!”
A deep chuckle.
“Isn’t that the purpose of these duels? So you can lay your
hands on me?”
“Me! Not you!”
The entwining roots grasped her flesh tightly. There was no escape. She
was already breathing fast from the exertion of the duel and now her heart
began to race as she felt his hands on her.
“So… to the victor, belong the spoils.”
“Why don’t you just throw a damn fireball at me?”
Another deep chuckle.
“Now… what fun would that be?”
He was stripping her. His long nimble fingers slipping her tight leather
pants off with ease.
She wriggled, earning herself a slap on her nether cheeks.
“I will not!”
His hands were undoing her leather halter now. She began to curse.
He laughed out loud now.
“You are not my mother, but I certainly am going to be fucking
you and you are going to squeal like you always do. Scream and squirm
and tell me to fuck you harder.”
His hands were caressing her bare breasts now. He had the smooth hands
of a magic user. Soft smooth skin which slid over her flesh like hot silk.
He pinched her nipples, making her gasp from the pleasure.
“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!”
“Oh, but yes you will. Like you always do.”
She could feel the silk of his robes brushing over her bare skin. Then
he was nibbling on the back of her neck. Oh… how she liked that.
She could feel his erection against her bare rump. Cradled heat between
her cheeks. She moaned softly. She was getting wet. Very wet.
“You like being manhandled. Mastered.”
“Not by a skinny, no good, finger waggling…”
“Skinny is it?”
He shoved his thick cock up her wet sheath.
Ahhh…. How she did love that position… he was all around
her… over her... inside her… he slid one hand between her
She screamed softly, arching her back in an effort to escape him. To
“Like that finger waggling?”
“Tell me yes.”
He began thrusting hard against her. His loins slapping hard against
“Hard enough for you?”
“No! I mean… Yes! Uhh… No!”
He was slamming into her. Hard and fast. She whimpered and tried to still
her movements. Biting her lips to prevent herself from crying out in pleasure.
“You are my bitch, aren’t you?”
He eased his movements but she continued thrusting.
“Nooooo! Damn you! Don’t stop now!”
“Tell me yes then, and I’ll fuck you as hard as you like.”
Her nipples and clit were throbbing. Her body seeking fulfillment. He
was fingering her again. She whimpered and thrust backward against him
harder. Trying to squeeze him. To take all of him in her. To ride his
hard shaft like she wanted.
His breath hot in her ear.
“You like my finger waggling.”
He teased her. Rubbing his fingers over her clitoris. Over and over.
She moaned softly.
She was going to die if he didn’t stop teasing her and start fucking
her again… and hard.
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Yes.”
He thrust hard against her.
“Again?” He withdrew and thrust again.
Her cries came in rhythm with his thrusts until she came. Her back arched,
her head thrown back and her body stilled, a silent scream caught in her
open mouth, suspended in a frozen acme of ecstasy, then she convulsed,
a scream of release spilling from her as she shuddered in orgasm.
He followed her there, slamming into her until his own release spilled
over, his hoarse cries of pleasure mingling with hers.
“Mmm…. You know what, Baby?”
She was gasping for breath, trembling from the force of her climax. Thank
the goddess for the magical roots that still held her tight and held her
up. She could feel his heaving chest, the slither of silk over her heated
skin. He was still within her and all around her, his breath hot against
her neck making her shiver anew as he spoke.
“We need to duel more often.”
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