This is my second contribution to the Enferia Chronicles, and it's considerably dirtier. Still, it should be in line with the general feel of the stories, at least I hope so. I guess you'll have to be the one to judge!
Enferia Chronicles: Morwena vs. Caitlin
“Goooood morning Enferia! It's a beautiful day, a warm sun is rising and there's a gentle breeze playing in the flags of our proud nation! Let's all take a moment to praise our wise and glorious Queen Syndra, may she live forever!”
The crowd stood up as one man, a truly spectacular sight: Only the Queen remained seated. A tiny smile played on her lips as she gazed dispassionately over the enormous crowd, singing her praise. It was a deafening sound, as every member of the audience was singing at the top of his or her voice, lest the Queen become displeased. For her own part, she was merely smiling to conceal a whisper to her trusted right-hand woman, Driana.
“Was the schedule changed as I instructed?”
“Yes, my Queen. Even the announcer doesn't know yet.”
“Good. I think the outcome of this match... will please me.”
“I am glad to hear that.” bowed Driana. “I will deliver the instructions.”
The Queen's royal servant flitted away into the crowd, dodging between the guards in their skimpy armor and disappearing towards the announcer, where he stood on his tall podium. He was surrounded by a whole host of assistants and sorcerers, but Driana slipped past them without a sound, appearing so close behind the announcer that her breasts brushed his shoulder-blades.
“Ah! Help! I surrender!”
“Fool. Shut up before anyone hears you. It's just me.”
“Oh! Driana!” said the announcer, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead. “I didn't see you there. What's the matter?”
“New orders from the Queen. The schedule has changed.”
“Changed? But-”
“Queen's orders. Deal with it, Aloysius.”
The announcer wiped his forehead once more, nodded hurriedly, and sn*tched the paper from Driana.
“Ahem! Um! Ladies and gentlemen!” rang his voice across the arena, “This morning, our generous and benevolent Queen Syndra offers a surprise! I know you were expecting to see a pair of barbarians duke it out on the battlefield, but instead we shall see a battle of two noblewomen, each put here for their offenses against our benevolent Queen! On the left-hand side of the arena, behold Morwena, the Albino Arcanist, the Mistress of the Unseen Hand!”
On the left-hand side of the stadium was indeed Morwena, stumbling out into the morning sunlight, looking perplexed and surprised. She was wearing her customary ice-blue dress, and her white hair was streaming about her in the wind. She was tall, slender and beautiful with long, amazing legs, which could be glimpsed through the slits in her dress. She seemed a little lost, but quickly regained her composure as she strode out into the center of the battlefield with her head held high. It was clear that, despite the surprise, the Albino Arcanist was as nonchalant as ever.
“On the right-hand side, a- this can't be right? On the right hand side, the Queen's very own Lady Caitlin!”
A series of surprised gasps rang out from the audience. What was Lady Caitlin doing on the Enferia Arena? She was widely known as one of the Queen's favored royal guards, and among the most skilled. What manner of crime could have placed her here? Whatever the case, the Lady Caitlin looked just as surprised as everyone else. She stumbled out on the arena under heavy protests, almost dragged there by her peers.
Lady Caitlin was a gorgeous woman, her body more full and healthy than that of the icy Morwena. She wore a customized version of the Royal Guard uniform: A golden breast-plate leaving her stomach bare, a plumed golden helmet, and a red-coated bronze plate skirt. Heavy leather boots ran all the way up to her knees, and in truth, fairly little of her was left bare. However – it was clear that the uniform had been custom-made to fit her body, and one could clearly tell that she was large-breasted and curvaceous, with wide hips and a slender stomach. She stood quite as tall as Morwena, but she was far more powerfully built.
“I protest!” shouted Lady Caitlin to the guards behind her. “There must be some mistake! I have always been loyal to Queen Syndra! Why would she put me here? Let me go! Let me go at once!”
There was no explanation. Her colleagues retreated into the stony corridor, and the iron bars slammed shut. She was in the arena, and there was no turning back. Shielding her eyes from the sunlight, she strode bravely towards her enemy, drawing her sword. Again, the announcer spoke.
“Lady Caitlin is here for but a single match, so keep your eyes peeled, ladies and gentlemen! She has committed but a slight offense, but no crime escapes the watchful eyes of our Queen! She has been violating the dress code of the Royal Guard!”
Caitlin blushed, and suddenly looked a lot less sure of herself. How had she known? How could anyone possibly know? It was true, that she had felt uncomfortable in her uniform, and to protect herself from the icy feeling of cold bronze against her bottom she had put on a pair of regular panties in place of the golden thong, that was part of the uniform. But how had the Queen discovered? It wasn't like a bronze skirt could billow up in a gust of wind. Furthermore, that had been weeks ago: When the weather turned warmer, she had gone back to the customary underwear. Why was she being punished now?
Caitlin glanced around at the audience, nervous now. She hoped the announcer wouldn't elaborate, but of course he did. This was the Enferia Arena, after all.
“You see, ladies and gentlemen, Caitlin hasn't been wearing her underpants to work. Naughty, naughty, Caitlin – are you wearing them now?”
Loud laughter burst from the audience, and Caitlin found herself blushing even harder. Of course the announcer would omit the fact that she had been wearing something else. Would she be known as the guard who went commando, henceforth? She swallowed: Win or lose, her reputation was already seriously endangered. Still, she told herself, she couldn't let this get her down. Trying to swallow her shame, she raised her sword above her head, preparing for battle.
Up on her throne, Queen Syndra leaned closer to her woman. “Excellent, Driana. I needed some excuse to pit Morwena against a truly dangerous opponent – I don't know how you learned of Caitlin's transgression, but the information came in handy.”
“But, my Queen, what if Morwena wins this fight also?”
“If Caitlin disappoints me? Then you can do whatever you want with her. I have no use for weak women among my bodyguards.”
Driana bowed, a pleased smile playing across her lips, as she looked down at the battlefield. Suddenly she knew quite well, whom to root for. Below, the battle was beginning.
“You know the rules,” called out Aloysius, “First one naked, loses!”
With that, the combatants locked eyes. On one side, the warrior Caitlin; on the other side, the icy Morwena, inspecting the royal guardswoman quite casually. Caitlin approached cautiously, strafing from side to side, trying to predict Morwena's motions – her minimal movements made it very hard to assess whether or not she was casting a spell.
Abruptly, Caitlin's heavy bronze skirt flipped upwards! The front of the gold-colored thong came into view for just a second, and a cruel smile played across the snowy-white face of the arcanist. She was toying with her prey. Well, thought Caitlin, she was mistaken to do so: Morwena was powerful, but now she was facing a bodyguard of the Queen herself. This would be different from her previous fights – at least, Caitlin intensely hoped it would be. She mumbled a quick incantation to shield her from the infamous Unseen Hand.
Morwena took a few steps forward. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, and she looked quite unafraid, even facing such a powerful opponent. Her gaze flicked skyward, and Caitlin felt something tug on her breast-plate: If not for her protective spell, it would fly straight off her. Instead, it merely lifted a little so that more of her stomach came into view, and Morwena looked momentarily surprised. Caitlin saw the chance, and took it: She charged towards her enemy while the unseen force tugged meekly at her clothes, raising her sword!
Morwena leaped backwards, but not quite in time: The sharp blade swished across her stomach, and while it could not harm her, it cut a great gash in the front of her blue dress. Caitlin swore at the protective magic of the arena – what would have been a perfect cut in real combat was here reduced to a mere nick. Still, she could see Morwena's snowy-white skin peek through, and she noticed that the arcanist was quite shaken.
“I'm no petty criminal, sorceress. I've served under the Queen for years. I advice you to surrender, before you face utter humiliation.”
“Face it I will, but it will be yours, not mine.”
“We'll see about that, witch. You're powerless against me now.”
Morwena uncrossed her arms, retreating from Caitlin's swift sword. Her dress wasn't terribly practical, and she was far from athletic – soon, two more gashes appeared in her clothes. One nearly cut away her sleeve, and the other slashed at her skirts! Within moments, the front of her dress had been shortened by two feet, and the audience could see a pair of slender, white legs magnified hundredfold on the flying view-sphere. A second later, they could see up her skirt! Morwena stumbled on what was left of her dress, falling backwards to land unceremoniously on her back – as she landed, her legs spread. The audience gasped at the sight of her lacy panties – the first sight of them since she had gotten here!
“Ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes wide for this! Morwena's panties are pink! Pink panties on such a serious woman, who would have thought? Hurry up, Caitlin, help us get a closer look at those things!”
Caitlin smiled, raising her sword for a finishing slash to cut her enemy's dress open entirely. Queen Syndra nearly stood up in her seat, and everyone in the audience held their breath... but then, something happened! Morwena raised her open palms, and a great shockwave rippled across the battlefield! Caitlin was knocked backwards in a cloud of dust, flying through the air as her enemy climbed to her feet.
“Well done, Caitlin. Your spell disabled my ability to do fine manipulation. This is the first time I've had to resort to brute force. I commend you on that.”
Caitlin got to her feet, covered in dust, several yards away from where she had previously stood. “I did more than that, Morwena. I'm faster with my sword than you think.”
The Mistress of the Unseen Hand looked down, and if she could have grown any paler, she would have. Caitlin hadn't stripped her entirely, but she'd given her quite the cleavage: The icy blue dress was split from the collar all the way down to the hem of her panties. Her bra was cut through as well, so the innermost curves of Morwena's pale breasts were plainly visible, as firm and white as if they'd been sculpted from marble. The view-sphere proudly broadcast all it could see of her perfect bosoms – it would take only the slightest slipping of the fabric, and her nipples would be showing as well.
“You b*tch!” shouted Morwena, visibly embarrassed as the pale skin of her cheeks turned to a rosy blush. “You'll pay for this! I've been merciful to most of my foes, but you... you will know true shame.”
“Hah! Looks like-”
Caitlin didn't have time to finish her sentence before another blast knocked her into the air. Her helmet flew off her head, and landed several yards away from where she slammed down in the sand. She shook her head: Long, light and beautiful brown hair floated out about it, liberated of its confinement. It got in her face, and she spat and snarled as she climbed to her feet, brushing it out of her sight.
Morwena was advancing on her, looking angry, angrier than Caitlin had ever seen her. The guards-woman braced herself for another blast, and prepared to cast a counter-spell. Morwena raised her hand, and another shockwave rolled across the battlefield, but this time Caitlin was ready for it. Her boots dug into the sand as she made a pattern in the air, reflecting some of the shockwave back at its caster! Now it was the sorceresses' turn to be knocked off her feet, and she flew backwards to land unceremoniously flat on her back – the force of the blow tugged open her dress, and the entire crowd gasped!
Her nipples were surprisingly large, and while they were pale they were still visibly pink, standing erect in the cold wind that whipped around her breasts. The view-sphere zoomed in on them so that everyone in the crowd could get a good look, and Morwena – blushing furiously – cupped her breasts with her hands, covering them up quickly. The audience shouted in disapproval.
“Morwena, don't be a sore loser!” came the voice of the announcer, “Give us a look, won't you? The way things are going, Caitlin's a sure winner, anyway!”
It certainly did seem like it. Caitlin still wore her breast-plate, boots, and skirt – Morwena's dress was practically an open coat at this point, and all she wore underneath were her little pink panties. The guardswoman stepped closer and closer to the fallen Morwena, and the view-sphere – seemingly for variety's sake – spun around to once more peek under her dress, revealing the cute pink panties. But now, for the first time, Morwena cast a spell. Previously, she had only been gesturing – this time, arcane words rang out in a loud, clear voice, and her hands lifted from her bosoms to trace symbols in the air. Caitlin hurried towards her enemy, fearing what the spell might do – but she could not cover the distance in time.
It was like running into a brick wall, except the arena's magic dampened the actual pain. Caitlin staggered backwards, looking up at the shimmering, translucent wall in front of her. If she had still worn a helmet, perhaps the impact wouldn't have been as forceful – but now, despite the wards on the arena, she was seeing stars.
She darted sideways, only to find a wall there too. Panicked, she tried to retreat, only to realize she was trapped – stuck inside some invisible cube. Morwena was climbing to her feet now, still chanting and moving her hands. It seemed the spell required intense concentration – the sorceress wasn't even paying attention to the fact that her ruined dress was slowly slipping off her, revealing more and more of her thin, lithe body, and the audience was cheering.
Caitlin banged against the invisible wall, tried to stab it with her sword, but nothing helped. It seemed impenetrable. Slowly, the invisible cube began to lift into the air, until it hovered level with the Queen Syndra. The guards-woman could see her eyes, narrow as slits, and realized she would be in deep trouble if she didn't win this fight. Desperately, she threw herself against the wall of the cage. It didn't budge.
Presently something happened. The view-sphere was still focusing on the nearly-naked Morwena, so even from up here Caitlin could see her enemy clearly: She stood naked but for her pink panties now, the dress having fallen off her entirely. She really did seem like a marble statue, white-skinned with slender, perfectly proportioned limbs, but now she was beginning to move faster, and it seemed her spell was intensifying. Caitlin panicked, throwing herself against the wall time and time again, as the audience began to chant:
“Strip her! Strip her! Strip her!”
It seemed this was exactly Morwena's intention. As the chanting of the audience escalated, so did the intensity of the sorceresses' movements – until finally, she raised her right hand in a fist, and opened it.
The result was a violent explosion. Unlike the previous blasts, though, it didn't originate from the sorceress: It originated from Caitlin's own body. She couldn't even feel it, but she could see its effects clearly enough. A tremendous force shot out from her, ripping off her boots, breast-plate and skirt with such force, that the audience must duck and cover lest they were hit by flying shrapnel! Caitlin felt herself falling: The cube of force was gone.
She braced herself for impact against the arena floor, but it never came. Instead, she felt an abrupt discomfort in her nether regions, and stopped mid-air. Her eyes watered, and she didn't have to look to know what was happening: Her fall had been halted by a telekinetic wedgie.
High above the battlefield hung Caitlin. Her brown hair was tangled and disheveled and hung wildly around her naked shoulders: Most of her sun-tanned, athletic body was exposed. The audience admired her trim abs, powerful thighs, and slender arms. Truly, she was a well-built girl, not an ounce of excess fat on her young body. Some parts of her were still concealed, however: She wore a minuscule golden bra, which seemed more fit for a stripper than a royal guard – and the same could say about her little thong, which was now firmly wedged between her butt-cheeks.
Morwena laughed, holding aloft one hand to maintain her telekinetic grip while she folded the other across her breasts. “It was a nice try, Lady Caitlin! I have no doubt Queen Syndra herself hoped you would defeat me! But now... let me make good on my promise!”
Caitlin hugged her breasts in panic, hoping to hold on to her golden bra. It was no use. The Mistress of the Unseen Hand was in charge once more. Forcefully, Caitlin's hands were pulled away from her chest. Little by little, the golden bra peeled off to reveal her large breasts, crowned by beautiful dark nipples. The audience saw them clearly on the magical view-sphere, but soon some of them would get an even closer look, for the struggling Caitlin was pulled out to hover directly above them. Her breasts dangled down over the head of a young peasant-girl!
“Lick them!” commanded Morwena, and the crowd cheered. Looking nervously at the view-sphere image of herself and Caitlin's breasts, blushing at the attention, the peasant-girl did as she was told. She closed her eyes and stood up, extending a pink tongue until it touched Caitlin's nipples. The guards-woman bit her lip, and fought with all her strength to push the girl away, but it was no use. Her left nipple became moist with the girls' saliva, and then the right one followed. By now they were both standing out sharply from the smooth curve of her bosoms.
Caitlin tried to steel herself, and remain stern-looking, but it was almost impossible. The humiliation was becoming unbearable, and she hadn't even technically lost yet!
“Go on, girl! I think she likes it!” shouted the announcer excitedly. “I don't think anyone will mind if you give 'em a good squeeze, either!”
Caitlin feel a young hand close about her right breast, fondling it, squeezing it tightly. Egged on by the audience, the peasant-girl smooshed the magnificent tits together, rubbing them with her bare hands. Shame and fear mingled with a strange sense of forbidden pleasure in Caitlin's mind: It was evident that the young girl knew how to entice a woman. Just as she thought this, she became aware that something was touching her elsewhere. Her breathing became irregular as she felt something stroke between her buttocks, and then a little further to the front of her body.
She tried to bend and look, but couldn't see anything. Yet there was some invisible force, touching her between her legs – caressing her with the familiar, expert hands of a lover. Caitlin blushed, trying to think of something else, but the fantasy was already sneaking its way into her mind. It was like being touched by the beautiful Queen Syndra herself. Oh yes, Queen Syndra... It was her lips she felt against her nipples, her caress she felt between her legs. No. No! She mustn't imagine these things, she must steel herself, maintain dignity, maintain honor... but the touch was so irresistible. She fought such a mental battle that she didn't even notice the unseen force was gently setting her down, and her hands were freed – in fact, the only unseen force that touched her body was the one between her legs. She closed her eyes, and the dirty peasant-girl before her blurred and vanished, to be replaced with the Queen's perfect visage.
“Oh... my Queen. My Queen Syndra.” she said, and a gasp ran through the audience. The girl flinched back – what had the woman said? Had she used the Queen's name to a simple commoner?
Caitlin, eyes still shut, sank to her knees. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that her arms were free, and a thought flitted through her mind: Perhaps she should cover up? The thought lasted only for the blink of an eye, though – then a friendly nudge between her legs sent shivers up her spine, reminding her that there was a much better use for her hands.
She stuffed her right hand down her panties, trying to scratch that itch that the unseen force refused to reach. It felt so good that she shook violently with the first touch, and she began to stroke herself vigorously. Vaguely she became aware that she felt light and airy, as if she was floating through the skies. Her free hand roamed across her breasts, replacing the peasant-girls' touch – although in Caitlin's mind, it was another touch altogether.
She had no idea how long she floated in absolute bliss, but the audience sure did: The entire stadium watched as the royal guard hung in mid-air, still technically undefeated, with one hand moving up and down inside her golden panties, moaning gently. She floated over the entire audience, so that everyone could get a good look without a need for a view-sphere – and ended up drifting right in front of Queen Syndra's seat. It was not until then that Caitlin opened her eyes, face to face with her beloved... and her regent looked back.
“You dirty sl*t.” declared the Queen, with a cruel expression. “You would call my name to a dirty peasant-girl? You're a disgrace for your uniform. I hereby relieve you of it.”
Saying so, the Queen stood up, reached out for the near-naked woman, and gave the golden thong a sharp tug upwards. It broke with a snap, and that, it seemed, was the final straw for Caitlin. She finally lost herself in a perfect orgasm, shaking in throes of pleasure as the announcer called out:
“Morwena is the winner!”
Caitlin slumped back down to the arena floor. She lay naked, sweating and panted, covered in caked dust. The view-sphere zoomed in between her legs: She was soaking wet, still rubbing herself a little as the mad lust drained from her, and she slowly became aware of where she was, and what she had done.
Above her stood Morwena, wearing her tattered dress again.
“Little Lady Caitlin... I've won. That means now, I get to have fun with you.”
Caitlin crawled towards her, naked in the dust. She knelt before the sorceress, and everyone in the audience held their breath, listening. Would she beg for forgiveness?
“Please... Morwena, I beg you... Please... Give me more.”
The sorceress smiled. “Gladly.”
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