Steel met steel with a resounding clash, the sharp ring of their blades echoing through the morning air. Dust billowed in the wake of their fierce exchanges, covering the whole training field behind the royal castle of Mittelreich, testament to the relentless efforts across it. They've been at it since before dawn, like they've been doing whenever it is her turn to train with the princess.
Amara spotted an opening and lunged at Olivia with her left-hand short blade, but Olivia swiftly trapped Amara's arm, smacked the side of her head with the butt of her blade, and followed up with a hard knee to Amara's gut, leaving her disoriented and staggering.
Olivia refrained from delivering the finishing blow, granting the princess a chance to recover.
"You always do that," Amara remarked, standing upright after her regeneration skill has done away with the damage she just suffered.
"Yes, and you always fall for it," Olivia retorted.
Amara flashed a playful grin. "I can't wait to wipe that smug off your face!" she exclaimed, charging forward once more.
They engaged in fast clashes, Amara putting the most efforts and Olivia solely on the defensive , blocking the princess' dual blades with her single blade or silver bracelets.
She is of noble birth, and the highest ranking female warrior soldier in the King's army. The only other person Amara is closest to besides her father. She felt she is the person to understand her the most. The only one who doesn't judge her for been herself. The closest she ever had to a mother.
"The reports say he can even use water magic" Amara said between heaving breaths as her relentless attacks on Olivia keeps getting blocked almost effortlessly. "How is that even possible?"
She made a weird thrust forward but Olivia dodged it and seized her by her chest with her right hand, carried her swiftly overhead and with a thunderous slam, the princess' back landed on the ground, her mouth spurting blood.
In seconds she was getting back up as Olivia watched.
"Probably the same way you are the class of the priestess and a warrior" Olivia said as the princess was already getting back to fighting stance.
"At least I'm not the only one" the princess replied, wiping out blood from the corners of her mouth with her back hand. "Ever heard of something like him before?"
Not waiting for an answer, she began attacking again. Quick slashes and jabs in multiple directions that kept pushing Olivia back as she was defending them. Out of nowhere, the left-handed warrior executed a rapid downward swipe that was both defending against Amara's assault and countering it.
Although Amara managed to dodge, Olivia promptly swept her feet from under her, sending her body crashing to the ground, one of her blades clattering away.
Amara attempted to rise once more, but Olivia had her blade's tip poised at the princess's neck, prompting her to relent with a disappointed sigh.
"Perhaps he is the first of his kind," Olivia remarked, retracting the blade and offering her hand to help Amara up.
Amara accepted Olivia's hand and was pulled to her feet. "Yea," she replied with a hint of frustration. "That's probably why he is so full of himself. Three days and yet no word."
"He just came out of a heavy civil war" Olivia explained as she looked at her arm, now noticing the cut she had suffered there. "He needs time to recover"
"Well if he had accepted the favor that was offered, there wouldn't be need for recovery"
Olivia gave her a pointed look. "And now that he's won a war against a grand mage, against all odds, why would he want to marry you?"
Her words stung the princess more than she thought it would, and when she was thinking of apologizing, they felt the sensation of a witch's astral message forming. Just few feet away beside them, to the right of the princess, the smoke was rising, and since neither was expecting an astral message it had their rapt attention. Soon the form of the lost demon of Drakoria emerged.
"Good morning, Princess" she greeted without a bow. "The king wants to talk and he needs you in Drakoria unfailingly within two days. Do you accept?"
A scoff escaped the princess like she was amused. She laughed softly and looked at Olivia who just gave her a nod.
"Fine" she replied, begrudgingly, facing the witch again.
And with that, the message dissipated.
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The disappointment only seem to grow as Amara walked into the royal castle of Drakoria. The fallen walls she could understand, war was just a few days ago, but faded banners, stained marbles intricate carvings chipped and fading? The Dragonharts are an insult to royalty. He needs her more than she needs him, yet he dares act arrogant? She would be lying if she says she's not intrigued.
Amara followed the two knights to a chamber that she assumed to be the King's private quarters. The door was opened, and she walked in with an air of nonchalance, undisturbed by the surroundings
She stepped into the King's expansive bedroom, not entirely impressed. To her left, a massive mirror was affixed to the wall, its ornate frame reflecting the room's old royal elegance. A few feet beyond the mirror, there stood a tall double door adorned with intricate designs, which she assumed to be the entrance to the King's wardrobe.
Opposite the entrance, an oaken pedestal desk was surprisingly laden with a busy array of books and parchments. Just behind the desk, a doorless exit led to the King's room's balcony, where the gentle wind played with the thin, see-through white curtains. A terrible choice, Amara noted.
The king rose from his bed, shirtless, with a big bulge in his trousers as he calmly approached her. He seems a bit disoriented. Sick if you may.
"Welcome," he said to her.
She gave him a nod of acknowledgement, then walked deeper into the room, looking around it's great expanse.
"Many will consider it rude to have your first meeting with a woman in your private chambers" she said, walking towards the desk then turning to sit on the edge, facing him. "Won't you agree?"
"I like to be straight forward" he said, approaching her calmly.
" Hmm..." she replied simply.
"Your father wishes for us to be married," he told her. "But I don't think we are compatible. Still, out of respect for your father, we have to test and be certain, and the first test is to see if you can handle me sexually"
Amara's brows instantly shot up. "You brought me here...to fuck?" shock and disbelief evident in her voice.
The princess had been growing increasingly irritated for the insanely long journey, and what she just heard was making her angrier than she had been in a long time. Arrogance is one thing but this disrespect...?
She didn't know when she moved, and the movement, heavily powered by her mana, brought her to the young king, her palm firmly on his throat, jacked him up and slammed him loudly on the ground, cracking it. All before the king could bat an eye.
He spurt out blood, the attack hurting him more than she thought possible, but she didn't care.
"Mind repeating that again?" she said menacingly, leaning into his face.
He coughed lightly, spurting out more blood with it. There was hurt in his eyes, but no fear.
"I can't marry a woman who can't handle my fucking, now can I?" he replied, with a smile, she think. "If you pass the first test then we move to the next and last, and that is in 6 months we will have a strictly melee duel between us two. If you win, then we will marry as soon as you want it, but if I win, you will forget about a marriage between us two."
There was silence between them as she stared into his eyes to see if he was serious, then she burst out laughing. Slowly it subsided to chuckles.
"So you do want the marriage after all?" she quipped still chuckling, clearly amused by the situation.
"If I want to marry you, why would I go through all these?" he said in a serious tone and she stared into his eyes and saw that he was indeed serious.
"3 months," she said.
"What?"
"We fight in 3 months"
"No," he said, shaking his head. " 6 months, take it or leave it"
"What?" she said, chuckling. "You think 3 more months will make a difference?"
With a playful grin, she leaned in and kissed him quickly but passionately, taking in more of his blood than saliva.
"Then why are you afraid?" he said, prompting another soft laugh from Amara. His eyes shifted from her gaze to the blood smeared at the corners of her mouth and then back to her eyes.
"Not afraid, darling, that I can assure you" she said, "Just don't want to waste time on an inevitable."
Her free hand began to slide slowly but consciously into his trousers and grappling a well endowed cock. It seems terribly engorged and she could feel the thick veins all over it.
"Not even ten years would be enough" she said, now slowly stroking it. "Maybe if you use all you got, you might stand a chance, but never just swords, greenhorn"
"4 months then," he said, then tilted his head slightly and added, "unless you are scared?"
She chuckled softly, genuinely amused. She likes him, she thinks. Something about him gladdens her, and she finds it entertaining.
"Let's get past the first then, shall we?" she smiled then slid her hand out of the trousers and yanked it down, revealing a massive angry member ,standing straight and tall, shaking slightly from been forced out.
His eyes followed her as she stood up, working to remove her trousers, starting with the broad belt, eyes holding his. When she did, she came back down, straddling him. With expert fingers she found his cock and slid the head in then placed both hands on his chest as she moved her firm ass back, slowly.
"ooooooooh..."she moaned unexpectedly, her head tilted back, eyes closed as her body quivered.
She winced as the cock pushed deeper into her warm, wanting twat, the muscles slowly beginning to adjust. Her fingers clutched at his chest, drawing blood as the pleasure intensified. She let out a deep moan when she forced it to the base, and after a brief pause, she began to move slowly, her essence already coating the shaft.
Slow but steady, she began to pick up speed, wild with pleasure then fell forward onto him and wrapped her arms under his, grabbing his shoulders from behind and her body pressed firmly against his. She kissed him, and began to rock her hips back and forth, causing her to slide ever so gently up and down his shaft.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as she continued and that seemed to drive her wilder as she began to move as fast as she could while kissing savagely.
It did not take long after that for her to orgasm. He held her even more tightly, and began slamming into her as her body began to writhe and soon after he grunted, coating her inside with so much cum that many were leaking out.
She began to laugh softly but breathlessly, her head on his shoulder.
"That was surprisingly good" she breathe, "wanna go again?"
He wasn't quick to reply.
"No that's enough, " he finally said, sounding very disappointed. "Get off"