The War of Lust by Guilty_Spark, Part Three

[Guilty_Spark]

Hello everyone,

I have a rough outline for part three now, and I wanted to write the first part and beat JB57 before he released the next part of his anticipated story. (I can't wait by the way) This part of the story spans several years detailing the conception and growth of the two protagonists. A warning to readers, this story is about two sisters who become lovers and rivals and therefore contains incest elements. If you find that offensive, then you have been warned and please read no further. Also, all characters depicted are of legal age by the time they begin any sexual relations. (I think that covers all the bases) I will start by reposting the prologue I teased at the end of part two, with some minor editing included. The next part should be up in a few days. As always any words or encouragement or critique are welcome as I write, and enjoy the story!

Guilty_Spark


War of Lust Part Three


Prologue
-300 years ago


Every forty two years the twin tailed comet would pass the above the planet. It was believed to be a shard of the twin goddess’ essence that was sundered and cast into the heavens when they began their struggle at the beginning of time. Only two fragments of this comet had ever been found on the surface, falling in a blaze of light and thunder to create two huge craters in the ground. The larger shard was collected by the Order of Mysha and taken to the City of the Plains, while the smaller was recovered by the Order of Lilith and traveled to the slaver city of Eridu in the east. As first viewed as merely religious trinkets, their true power was revealed on the night of the closest approach of the double tailed comet. That night a priestess of Mysha was studying the large fragment in the grand temple, when the metallic shard suddenly began to fill with divine energy. The priestess was instantly flooded with the godly erotic power that radiated out of the stone in her hands, driving her insane with lust. Dropping the shard and rushing out of the room as she disrobed, she carved a path through the temple and out into the city. In her wake she left a trail of people quivering on the ground trapped in sanity shattering orgasms and the dead bodies of those that had succumbed to the touch of the divine ecstasy trapped within the priestess. All of those stricken having been affected by the woman as she wandered. Eventually she collapsed and died in the city while in the middle of a frenzied orgy as the common people all around her found themselves controlled by the energy radiating from her. In the aftermath of this incident, the priests and priestesses of Mysha retraced the path of erotic carnage back to the stone, which now pulsed with the divine power contained within as it lay where it had been dropped. Clearing the temple, a brave priest volunteered to return and inspect the artifact. After he entered the temple the doors were sealed, trapping him inside the temple to prevent another incident. Arriving at the room containing the stone, he reached out to gently grasp the shard resting on the floor. When his bare flesh touched the stone, he immediately became a conduit of divine erotic power. In the same fit of madness he moved through the abandoned temple and attempted to breach the blocked doors, his fellow holy brethren only able to watch from a distance as his mortal body was ravaged by the pleasure meant for a god. As the power expended itself in him and his life-force began to weaken, he became lucid for a short period of time before he died allowing him to tell the others what he now knew about the shard and it’s effects.

After he was buried with honor for his sacrifice, a great debate began about what to do with the stone. A special container was created to transport the shard, the erotic effects of its proximity being dampened to a level that could be survived but left those nearby in a constant state of extreme arousal. It was moved deep into the depths of the temple, and locked away so it could be studied and explored safely without causing the loss of more lives. As the years passed, the leader of the order began to notice a turn in the fortunes of their followers in the many battles against the followers of Lilith. A great invasion of the southern deserts was unexpectedly driven back by a much smaller force sent to defeat them. When priests and priestesses of the two order engaged in erotic duels, the followers of Mysha noticeably began winning more of these contests than they had in the past. The holy scholars studying the stone also reported how each year the power of the stone grew weaker. By the time 40 years had passed, the Order of Mysha found themselves in a much stronger position than it had been a half century ago. The leaders of the order waited patiently to see what would happen when the comet returned in two years. Again on the night of the closest approach the shard was once again flooded with divine energy that was infused inside the passing comet, which would have overwhelmed anyone in it’s presence had it not been observed at a safe distance. Now having proof of the origins and effects of the divine stone on the fortunes of their world, the Order of Mysha began to aggressively expand their influence again with a new vigor. Within a few years they pacified the savage jungles of the west, creating the first port cities that would rise to greatness in later centuries.

But this trend of success was being carefully studied and observed by their rivals in the Order of Lilith. They had heard stories of the night of madness in the City of the Plain when the comet had passed over forty years ago. Inside the temple of Lilith in Eridu they began searching the storehouses deep within it’s labyrinthine depths until the forgotten smaller shard was found, pulsing with the same power as it’s larger twin counterpart. As before, when a dark priest unknowingly grasped the stone he was filled with overwhelming power as he succumbed to a rage of divine ecstasy. Several people had already died before the guards of the temple killed the mad priest before his path of destruction could continue into the city. The leader of the order of Lilith commanded that the stone be studied, and already knew through spies that another fragment was buried deep within the great temple in the City of the Plains. As the dark followers began to comprehend the consequences and effects of the stones, they began to understand they had suffered so many setbacks in the previous decades. Wanting to break the chain of defeats they had suffered, the high priest of Lilith enacted a bold plan to shift the fortunes of the endless conflict to their favor. During the holy week of the people of the plain, a large group of powerful followers of Lilith infiltrated the City of the Plains. With most of the priestesses and priests out celebrating the holy holiday with the people of the city, the raiding party assaulted the depleted temple garrison and fought their way into it’s depths. With men and women breaking off to engage any of their rival followers as they moved through the temple, a core group breached the vault and stole the divine shard. They now began fighting their way out of the now alerted temple, with only five of the original group of one hundred priests and priestesses eventually escaping the city with their prize. With over two hundred dead holy men and women of both orders littering their halls, the Order of Mysha was shocked to find their divine talisman stolen. They knew that with both shards in their possession, the Order of Lilith would be able to undue all of the work of the last fifty years in half that time.

Outraged at the brazen theft during the height of the holiest week that had left hundreds dead, the Order of Mysha began assembling a great army to assault the mighty city of Eridu in the East which contained the largest temple of Lilith. They knew that the shard must have been taken there, and they would fight to regain it at any cost. When the great army arrived at the city gates and a messenger was sent with the demand for return of the shard, but his headless body was sent back tied to his horse. After a long and brutal siege, the city walls were eventually breached and the invaders poured through the city in a surge of violence and destruction. Almost the entire populace was either killed or forced to flee, with every man and woman in the temple who worshiped Lilith being killed in a desperate struggle within those marble halls. Finally reclaiming the prize of both their own shard in addition to the smaller shard, the army of the order of Mysha returned to the plains leaving the city of Eridu wreathed in fire. Hearing of this brutal assault, the remaining followers of Lilith vowed revenge. The walls of the Eridu were rebuilt and doubled in size. The great temple of Lilith was repaired and made even larger than before. The people of the East who had always engaged in unending warfare against their fellow cities, were now united against a common threat from the West by the dark followers of Lilith. A vast horde of warriors poured out of the East and into the plains, the great golden spire at it’s heart their goal. After another grueling siege, now it was the warriors of the East looting and killing as they swarmed through the boulevards of the City of the Plain heading for the great temple of Mysha. The desperate defenders of the temple were defeated with all the followers of Mysha in the temple killed, and the shards once again seized by the Order of Lilith. The men of the East made slaves of those they did not kill, leading them back to the dread city of Eridu and a life of hardship and pain. The great golden spire was destroyed, its collapse leaving copper wreckage strewn across the city as the great temple was burned to rubble.

Thus began several years of growing reprisals as each Order desperately sought to keep possession of the shards. The central plains and eastern rivers ran red with blood, as great armies clashed and whole populations were killed or displaced. Eridu was again sacked and rebuilt, with the City of the Plains also suffering another siege to rise again from it’s ashes. As the shard’s power waned, both holy Orders began anticipating the return of the comet. They knew that they could not continue such slaughter, and a way to end the cycle of violence must be found. As two great armies prepared to face each other on the edge of the plains, the head of each order called for parley. For an entire day and night they argued and tried to reach a compromise that would end the bloodshed. Eventually they decided on a contest for ownership to take place every zenith of the comet’s passing. The head of each order would assemble twenty warriors, where these chosen warriors and the head of each order would be locked together with the shards to engage in an erotic orgy to the death. The survivors would claim the larger fragment while the smaller would go to the defeated order. Each forty two years they would return to do battle once again for the shards. With an uneasy truce reached, several years later when the comet returned each order assembled their finest duelists trained in the erotic arts. All forty two holy men and women had fought and survived several duels of deadly pleasure. Each group arrived at the agreed upon spot, where a tower had specifically been built to be the arena of their contest. At the base of the tower a room had been prepared that would contain both shards. When the shards began to absorb the divine energy radiating from the comet as it passed, everyone near the tower would fall under it’s divine effects. To reduce the erotic fervor and not be driven mad the proximity of both stones, each group would ascend to do battle at the top of the tower. Both sides hoped that this small distance from the stones would shield them from it’s full effects.

The caravan of each group arrived across the wide open plain, but stopped several hundred yards from the tower. Twenty one men and women approached the tower from each group carrying the depleted shards of the comet with them. Placing the stones at the base of the tower, without speaking all the men and women began to disrobe until everyone was nude. They then began to climb the many steps to the large chamber above. At the top of the tower no roof had been constructed, with the darkening sky above revealing the long tails of the comet rising higher in the sky. A ten foot tall sidewall surrounded the circular chamber, with only torches adorning the walls and soft rugs covering the floor. As the dusk faded to night around the men and women, a great swath of stars appeared that spread in a great band from horizon to horizon. The priests and priestesses of each order silently mingled and mixed until someone from their rival order was within arms reach of everyone. The two heads of each order moved to face each other at the center of the room. The high priest of Mysha was a handsome man who was a foot taller than his rival the high priestess of Lilith, a beautiful but short woman with wide hips and large breasts but who radiated a powerful magic aura. Their followers surrounded them silently as the comet continued to rise higher into the sky waiting for the signal to summon their divine blessing. As the comet’s zenith approached both leaders signaled to prepare, and every man or woman became encased in a holy nimbus of either light or shadow. Still no one moved, until suddenly a pulse of energy rose from beneath their feet as the shards began to emit their combined power. It entered the minds of every man and woman, and crushed all sense of strategy or dueling skill. Instead each person felt a frenzy of divine ecstasy fill them and begin demanding immediate release. With a savage growl the entire room descended into a writhing sea of flesh as everyone began the desperate orgy for possession of the shards. Entwined bodies rolled on the floor quickly becoming wet with fluids, with several pairs colliding to form into mounds of men and women thrusting and violating every orifice they could reach. Magic saturated the air as everyone was subjected to an overwhelming erotic assault, the presence of so many battling priests and priestess’ quickly eroding any magical or mental defenses of the combatants. The initial pairing of duelists quickly devolved into a wild melee as the pairs were dragged apart or forced together. Several of the men and women found themselves under assault from multiple people at once, desperately trying to keep their magic and life-force from being devoured. For the entire night shrieks and shouts of orgasms rang out from the open roof of the tower as erotic magic assaulted all in the chamber. Eventually, these sounds were joined by the death bellows of ultimate ecstasy as followers of both sides either succumbed to the divine magic of the shards suffusing them, or had their own magic and soul devoured by their rivals to be offered as a sacrifice. As the night wore on the noise of the battle seemed to reach an ecstasy filled crescendo before it gradually began to decrease in volume. As dawn approached only a few voices still cried out in pleasure as most of the combatants had been driven to an orgasmic death. When the sun finally rose and the comet faded from view in the sunlight, a deathly silence finally rested over the top of the tower. Descending from the stairs, only the head priest of the order of Mysha and one of his fellow priestess left the room alive. In the chamber above them a sea of corpses covered in cum, sweat, milk, and female ejaculate of the titanic battle lay together as they fell; their bodies still trapped in the arms of their killers with each face locked in a mask of ultimate pleasure.

Seeing someone leaving the tower, the caravans of both parties finally approached from the camps they had remained at during the night far away from the tower. The Order of Mysha took possession of the larger shard, and the Order of Lilith returned home with smaller shard. And so it was to pass that every forty two years the shards would be joined together on the night of the comet, and the battle to decided their ownership between both orders became know as the Contest of the Comet.


-32 years ago

In the great city of Eridu, on a balcony connected to a large chamber at the top of the Temple of Lilith the high priestess Amaya of the Order of Lilith looked out across the sleeping city and the bright stars filling the sky. She wore only a thin black gossamer robe, the hot summer air not yet having released its heat into the night. Her lithe form was provocatively outlined by her sheer covering, revealing a tall frame with the long legs of a dancer and the swell of her small firm breasts and narrow hips. The sculpted muscles of her legs and torso where clearly revealed as only the soft curve of her hips and breast displayed any fat. Her short blond hair had been oiled and slicked back from a recent bath to rest against her skull and neck, barely brushing the top of her robe. The exotic slant of her eyes and her pert nose were accentuated by high cheekbones, her oval face framed with a graceful beauty that drew they eyes of both men and women. She turned from the view on her balcony and moved to her desk where she picked up the same letter she had read dozens of times the last few weeks. Reading it’s contents caused a flash of pain and hate to flare again in her sky blue eyes as the letter had caused the same reaction in her ever since she had first read it when it had arrived those long weeks ago. Her thin lips were twisted into a silent snarl as she again threw the letter back on to the desk and again moved to the balcony to attempt to control her rage and slow her breathing. The taunting words and the images they evoked remained etched in her mind. She could sense the relish it’s sender had felt as they wrote the letter, explaining what they had done in great detail to the dark priest she had sent to spy on the Temple of Mysha based in the City of the Plain. How they had captured and tortured him with ecstasy until his mind and will broke and he spilled all of his secrets. The most important of them being how he had been the lover of Amaya for years, along with several of her most intimate and personal confidences that she had shared with him. The letter ended by saying they finally ending his suffering with his magic and soul being offered as a sacrifice to Mysha, so Amaya could never again feel his touch. When she had received the letter she had flown into a wrathful grief, her mood swinging back and forth from a deep sorrow filled pain in her chest to white hot hate. She had immediately written a reply to the high priest of the Order of Mysha, who was the sender of the letter and whom had dealt with her lover personally. At the same time she had sent a squad of her best spy and priests to follow the letter she sent to the City of the Plain with a specific task to fulfill. She had waited those long weeks with restless sleep and a short-temper, but tonight she had received word that both a letter of reply from her rival and the squad she had dispatched had entered Eridu and were on their way to the temple. Calming herself so her breathing slowed, she savored the anticipation of her twin plans coming to fruition soon. She had no doubt that both her letter and her agents had achieved their goals, and upon hearing a commotion and the sound of chains echoing through her door she turned to face them as a bell rang inside her room to announce someone wished to enter.


After she softly called out admittance, the doors swung open and an armor clad warrior entered holding a letter. He was followed by two other men dragging a hooded woman bound in chain between them. With the flick of her hand, the armored warrior who was her best spy quickly handed her the letter and stepped back next to the two priests she had dispatched with him on his mission. As she broke the seal she spoke in a terse tone, “Crevan?”. The agent slowly shook his head, “A patrol caught us in the open plain on our way back. He didn’t make it.” Amaya sighed, “After you leave I want you to inform his widow, and tell her the temple will make sure both her and her children will be under my protection. He will be a hard man to replace.” Placing the letter on the table she sat to carefully read it’s contents, ignoring the moans of pain from the hooded captive in chains. As she read her eyes sparked with pleasure as she smiled for the first time in weeks. All three men were staring at her being enthralled by her beauty as the smile softened her features like a ray of sun breaking through dark clouds, removing it’s previous harsh lines. Each man quickly glanced away as she finished reading the letter and turned to face them.


“I will see the prisoner now,” Amaya ordered. One of the two men, who were both hand picked priests of Lilith, reached down and pulled the hood off revealing a sweat and dirt covered face. Amaya studied the prisoner, seeing a face that would be pretty if she was allowed to clean herself. Her breasts and figure were still full and whole as she had given instructions for the prisoner to be unharmed and well fed. Even on her knees Amaya could tell the woman was several inches shorter than herself. He long black hair was matted and in disarray, and her brown eyes blinked with tears as the return of light made her eyes water. Amaya continued her observation, noticing the clenched fists and proud jut of her shoulders which revealed her defiance to her captors. A pair of gold earrings remained untouched by the men, glinting of the torchlight of the room. Speaking in a dulcet tone to the prisoner she asked, “My dear, do you know where you are?” With her eyes finally focusing on the tall beauty standing half nude before her, the prisoner shook her head no. Amaya continued, “Do you know who I am?” Another shake of the head. With a gentle sigh of pleasure Amaya knelt down in front of the captive, “What is you name sweet bird?” The prisoner stared at her for several seconds before speaking, “Sofia”. Amaya smiled again, “What a lovely name, your husband is a fortunate man.” A glint of fear appeared in the prisoner’s eyes as the Amaya’s smile was not a friendly one, but that of a cat toying with it’s prey. “Oh yes, we know who you husband is and what he has done,” Amaya continued, “In fact, that is why I sent these men to fetch you. I felt it was only fair after what has happened.” A sheen of sweat began to creep along the prisoners forehead as she listened silently. “Everything that was done by your husband to the one person I cared about will be done to you. I want your husband to feel everything that I have felt for the past several weeks. In fact, I am going to see him soon.” Her smile faded as her features hardened to stone and her blue eyes burned into the brown ones before her. Amaya gestured at the recently opened letter on the table, “He just agreed to my challenge to an erotic duel, but I have a few days before I have to leave to go meet him. I think you will help me work off this terrible strain I have been feeling for sometime now.” Recognition lighted in the eyes of the prisoner as she now realized who Amaya was and where she had been taken. A desperate surge of magic gathered in her as she attempted to strike at Amaya, but the two priests beside her crushed her magic before she could release it. Amaya had know that she was attempting to capture a priestess of Mysha. That is why she had specifically sent three priests to suppress and contain her magic for the entire long journey back to Eridu. Fortunately the two priests had managed to complete the trip with the prisoner after the third priest, Crevan, had been killed.


Rising to her feet, she looked at each of the men in turn. “You will all be handsomely rewarded for a job well done. Go and rest, but before you go remove the chains from the prisoner.” The men glanced at each other, but before they could voice their concerns Amaya spoke again. “I will deal with her, make sure to tell the staff that I am not disturbed until tomorrow night. I think this pretty bird will find her wings clipped by then. There will still be plenty of time before I must depart for me to have my fun.” Bowing their heads in deference to the high priestess, the men unlocked the chains binding Sofia, who attempted to stand but her numb legs had not yet recovered from the tight chains. Leaving the room, they closed the doors and left to convey her instructions. Moving away from Sofia and back towards the balcony, Amaya savored the delicious thrill growing in her groin and her quickening heart. Turning back to her prisoner, she waited while Sofia staggered to her feet and desperately glanced around for a way to escape. Amaya reveled in the panic and fear she saw in the wild movement of Sofia’s eyes, her long weeks of burning hatred finally having an appropriate outlet. Seeing no escape, Sofia locked eyes with the statuesque beauty patiently watching her. Realizing that Amaya was waiting for her to summon her magic, Sofia prayed for the strength to defeat the greatest foe of her Holy Order. With a burst of magic finally released after being leashed for so many weeks, a glowing white nimbus of light enveloped Sofia as Mysha answered her prayers. When she opened her eyes she saw the Amaya slowly untie her black robe and let it slide down her smooth curves to puddle at her feet. In place of a dark cloth she was now covered in a faint black shadow that seemed to absorb the light of the torches beside her. Sofia quickly removed her clothing as she prepared to fight for her life and soul against this twisted woman before her. With smooth regal steps Amaya began to glide across the gap between the two women, her tooth filled smile matching her dead shark eyes.

[Guilty_Spark]

-32 years ago (Two weeks later)

As dusk fell over the ocean of long grass, a lone rider approached the large structure standing next to the long empty road stretching across the plain to the horizon. Handing their horse to a young boy who ran out of the stable which extended from the building, the figure circled around to the front of the tavern which functioned as a way station on this uninhabited expanse of land. Pushing the tavern door open the a cloaked figure entered, pausing to survey the room. A large fireplace dominated the far wall with a swinging door to the kitchen, with several tables spaced around the floor. A series of booths lay against the one wall, while the other had a long bar stretching down the length of the room. Near the front entrance was a staircase to the guest rooms above the common room. Only two people were in the room, a hooded man sitting in a booth facing the entrance, and what appeared to be the tavern owner balancing his books behind the bar. Seeing a customer enter the barman moved to greet the visitor with a warning that the entire building had been rented out for the week and that he could not provide lodging tonight. He was interrupted by the figure in the booth, the man?s voice explaining this was the one he had been expecting, and that his services were no longer required. The innkeeper quickly put his books away and with only a quick glance of fear at the man he left by the front door to collect his son from the stables. As he moved to the cart already waiting in the stables, he wondered at the strange bargain that he had agreed to of leaving his own tavern for a week. But the recently acquired bag of gold on his waist was worth a month?s rent for his entire inn, and he was not about to risk losing such a large sum. The cloaked figure remained at the entrance of the inn until they she heard the sound of the cart leaving down the dirt road. Reaching up Amaya pulled back her cloak to reveal her face as she approached the occupied booth. She could see his eyes analyzing her from head to toe as she strode forward. Sliding into the seat opposite, she eyed the man in turn as he removed his hood to reveal his face. His bright red hair was slightly longer than her own, his green eyes scoured her blue ones as each saw their enemy for the first time. His pale skin had a dusting of freckles across his cheeks and straight nose. His face was clean shaven, displaying a strong jaw and thick lips. Amaya felt a stirring in her loins as all his features combined with his rare coloring made him handsome and different. She smiled internally as she saw the spark of lust ignite in his eyes as he drank in her delicate features, a look she had become well acquainted with ever since she had entered her teens. She knew that the man before her was David, the head priest of the Order of Mysha come to answer her challenge to an erotic duel.

For a minute the two of them silently observed and assessed each other, until Amaya reached out to take a sip of the ale resting in front of him to clear away the dust of the road from her parched mouth. Licking her lips suggestively to catch some drops of ale she spoke first, ?I apologize for arriving so late this evening, but I lost track of time dealing with a personal matter before I left a week ago to meet you. As we each are the head of an Order, you understand that sometimes the requests and demands on our time never seem to end.? Beneath her soft seductive tone, the undercurrent of malice was quite apparent to the man as he gently reached out to the ale between them to take his own sip. He grinned as he could see his letter had clearly struck the devastating blow he had sought. With his deep voice layered with insincere concern and understanding he replied, ?Yes, these last few weeks must have been very taxing on you. I find the pressures of leadership and personal problems often lead to the loss of sleep. But the presence of friends and loved ones often help relieve the strain.? He saw her nostrils flare and her eyes narrow with hate and rage as he spoke, but for some reason his enjoyment was disturbed by the ghost of a smile that touched her lips. Amaya quickly replied, ?Yes, loved ones do ease the burdens we face. Speaking of loved ones, how is your wife? I was on my way here when I heard she had gone missing?? David stiffened as his smile instantly snapped away into a stone faced expression. He felt his stomach drop as he saw Amaya?s ghost of a smile blossom into a cruel grin. Weeks ago when he was told of Sofia?s disappearance he had ordered the entire city searched, and had sent patrols out in all directions across the plains. He knew one of the patrols had never returned, and her trail had since gone cold. With his voice lowering to a menacing growl, David spoke in a dangerous tone. ?What do you know about that?? Amaya felt a surge of pleasure as his weakly concealed taunting suddenly turned to fear. She continued, ?Simple what I was told by my agents, that a priestess had gone missing in the City of the Plain several weeks ago. That her absence had lead to a frenzy of activity in the city and several patrols leaving rather quickly. I hope Sofia doesn?t fall into the hands of any who might wish her harm.? At the mention of her name David flinched. He could not discern whether Amaya was merely using her new information to torment him, or if she was behind Sofia?s abduction. As his temper began to rise, he lay his hands on the table and spoke with a hiss, ?What did you do to Sofia?? Now it was Amaya?s voice which was layered with insincere concern as she purred, ?Why I would never do anything to woman as pretty as Sofia, with her beautiful long dark hair and curvaceous figure. That is nothing that you yourself haven?t already done.? David?s eyes widened as the implications of her words pierced his heart like a blade. ?Indeed I must admit that she recently was my guest and she was the reason I found myself delayed in my journey to meet you. After your first letter I felt an unstoppable urge to meet your wife, so that I could personally entertain her. Your letter went into such detail of what you did to your prisoner, I felt I needed to make sure Sofia lasted long enough to enjoy all the delights you were so happy to tell me he enjoyed at your hands. It was only the night I left to meet you that I finally released her into Lilith?s embrace.? Amaya watched as David?s face filled with grief as she told him of his wife?s suffering and the sacrifice of her soul to Lilith. Reaching down into a pouch on her belt, she removed a pair of gold earrings that she gently placed on the table. David?s shaking hand reached out to grasp the jewelry he recognized, before he crushed them against his chest. As his face bowed down and tears formed in his eyes, she knew he finally felt the pain and suffering he had caused her. She remained silent for a minute as David found his heart wrenching grief infused with a bloody thirst for revenge against his wife?s tormentor before him. His head snapped up to lock his gaze with Amaya?s both of their eyes almost shooting sparks of hot hate at the suffering each had caused the other. David voice spoke with tightly controlled emotion, ?I will destroy you and offer you to Mysha for what you have done.? Amaya replied in a cold voice, ?And I will destroy you as a sacrifice for Lilith. For someone willing to cause so much pain, you don?t seem to enjoy receiving it. Perhaps we should retire to the upstairs room so we can continue our...discussion?in more comfort??

With a swift nod from David, both extracted themselves from the booth as Amaya followed David up the stairs to a spacious room. A large bed rested at hip height on a floor of fur rugs, and on one side was a sofa near the windows flanked by a writing desk. On the other side a tile floor had been placed to collect any water that spilled out of a large bathtub already full of water. Against the wall Amaya could see several buckets of fresh water waiting to replenish the bath after it was used. A wooden bench a few feet in front of the bed provided a place to sit to remove or put on boots, which both of them proceeded to do. Standing to remove her belt with a dagger and a few pouches attached, she place it on the hanger next to the door above the sword David had left resting against the wall. Turning back to face David she could see him glare at her as he removed his shirt, with red hairs covering his muscled chest and stomach. As she returned his gaze, she slowly shimmied her riding pants past her hips and down her legs, revealing her smooth shaven pussy to David?s lustful eyes. They had already begun their duel, both knowing how a slow striptease could inflame desire. With a smooth movement, David pulled down his pants to reveal a large flaccid cock, with a fringe of trimmed fiery red hair on his groin but smooth shaven balls and shaft. The red hairs on his well thickly muscled arms and legs were so pale as to almost appear blonde in the torchlight of the room. Amaya felt her nipples harden at the expanse of sculpted muscles across from her, and responded by releasing the clasp on her cloak to allow it to fall to the floor. With a fluid motion she pulled her shirt over her head, dropping her shirt behind her but keeping her hands behind her head to display her small firm breasts and lithe physique for David adding a tilt to her hips. She saw his cock jerk at her display, as both of their eyes devoured the perfect body before them before locking together with a hate filled lust. With short bouncy steps, Amaya approached David to circle around him while softly dragging a hand around his chest, shoulders, and back. Stopping before him she turn her back to him and glanced at him over her shoulder. David growled as he stepped forward his hands gently stroking the sides of her neck before tracing down her sides. He briefly stroked the undersides of her breasts before his hands trailed down to gently grip her hips. Amaya gasped as she felt his hardening cock press between her cheeks, and his lightly haired chest press against her back with a tickling sensation. Both of them were the same height, so David?s head moved over her shoulder to brush against her ear as his hot breath flowed over her neck. Amaya moved one arm up to gently grasp the back of his head as they stared deep into each other?s eyes, both resisting the urge to kiss or lick the other?s soft flesh. Both of them began releasing soft moans as David's shaft began grinding up and down Amaya?s ass as they continued to tease each other. With a sudden motion David reached up to fill his hands with Amaya?s breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze and drawing a groan from her. He then separated from her and stepped back as he prepared to summon his goddess's blessing. His prayers were instantly answered, and a powerful aura of light wreathed his body before gently fading to a soft glow around the edges of his skin. His cock immediately swelled to it full impressive length, and he knew it would not soften until either he or his foe were defeated. He felt his balls grow heavy with seed, an unending supply preparing to flow until the goddess?s blessing was withdrawn or broken. Opening his eyes he saw Amaya turn to face him and close her eyes as she prayed to Lilith. A dark shadow flowed up her legs and body to cover her skin like oil, the light in the room seeming to dim and be absorbed by the slick darkness. She felt her breasts swell an additional cup size as her glands were stimulated, and her pussy immediately lubricated and clenched in anticipation. Eventually the darkness also receded to a faint shadow outlining her frame. Each of them felt the raw power of their rival, both of them being the strongest servant of their goddess in the world. Neither had ever faced someone who wielded as much magic as themselves, but they felt no fear as they believed their goddess would ensure their victory and revenge.

David wanted to make sure Amaya suffered as much as her lover had for what she had done to his wife, so he offered her a challenge. With a harsh voice he spoke, ?I will break your mind and will just like I did you lover?s. I want to hear you beg like he did for me to stop the ecstasy, as his sanity snapped and I offered his tortured soul to Mysha. I?m not going to drain your magic until you?ve lost your mind and become my plaything.? Amaya?s breath heaved in her chests as she immediately accepted his challenge, ?At first your wife prayed for me to stop her ecstasy, then later she pleaded for me to continue. I want to see you grovel at my feet the way she did, her mind an empty shell and her body a slave to her lusts. I won?t drain your magic and offer you to Lilith until you beg me too.? With their poisonous pact of pleasure sealed, both stepped forward to begin their duel as they extended their arms and magic to reach for their nemesis.

[Guilty_Spark]

David's hands reached out to gently grasp and fondle Amaya?s breasts, as her hands moved down with one hand massaging his balls and the other slowly stroking his erect cock. David let his magic flow through his fingers into her pliant flesh he gently squeezed and through the stiff nipples he tweaked and pinched, the magical web forming within Amaya beginning to trace down the path of her nervous system. As the web spread it warmed her blood with arousal making Amaya gasp as a wave of heat flowed down into her limbs and towards her pussy. When the sensation of heat reached her clit, David suddenly rolled her breasts in his strong hands and unleashed a bolt of power that flowed through her nipples down to her clit striking like a lightning bolt. Amaya cried out as the first orgasm of the duel flooded through the newly formed web instantly turning her warming blood into a blazing bonfire, her pussy gushing with juices that flowed down her legs and splattered on the floor. Simultaneously, she felt a sensation of release flowing out of her manhandled tits as warm milk was squeezed of them out to flow through David?s cruel fingers as the continued to softly maul her flesh. Amaya spent several seconds with her eyes closed, basking in the heat of her orgasm before opening her eyes to smile at the expressionless face of David.


Amaya now unleashed her magic through her hands, as it began flooding into the balls she was gently rolling in the palm of one hand while her other hand continued is methodical movement up and down the long spear of flesh. David moaned as the same wave of heat spread through his body, extending down his arms and legs and up towards his head. Arousal flooded into his brain, making his muscles tremble in anticipation as his hands continued milking Amaya?s breasts. He felt pleasure building in the head of his cock as Amaya fed more and more magic into his sensitive helmet. With a smooth movement, her hand stopped its stroking motion to surround the head of his penis and begin squeezing. David cried out as Amaya felt his balls clench in her palm and his cock began jerking wildly, pulses of cum exploding into her clenched fist. David felt his orgasm flow down his shaft and into his belly, temporarily stopping the motions of his hands as the burst of heat flowed up into his brain forcing him to gasp and grunt with his eyes closed. Amaya continued gently squeezing and releasing his helmet in her now slick grip until his balls relaxed and his cock stopped twitching.


When David opened his eyes he locked his gaze with Amaya again. Both of them saw the hot hatred they felt for the other reflected back at them, hate which then mixed with the lust and arousal for the perfect physical form they now grappled with. This heady mixture sent a thrill through their blood as the first blows of the duel had now been exchanged. They both knew that this would be a long battle of attrition, and that one orgasm would not decide the contest between them. They both refrained from draining the magic of the other as this was not a simple duel to try and defeat their opponent quickly, but a struggle to dominate. It could take days of constant pleasure and magic to erode the mental defenses and will of two such powerful and assertive personalities, until one of them finally submitted to the other. Only then would the victor devour the depleted magic and broken soul of the vanquished.


Amaya dropped to her knees in front of David, her mouth approaching his large cock and swollen balls. She could smell the salty essence of his cum which mixed with his musk of sweat. Extending her tongue, she tasted his seed as she teased his head before slowly licking down his pale throbbing shaft toward his shaven balls. She gently licked each orb with her tongue, before dragging her mouth upwards again towards the red colored head of his penis. With her warm breath tickling his genitals, she looked up to David who gazed down at her as she teased him. Looking deep into his eyes, she softly wrapped her lips around his swollen head and began sliding his shaft deep into her mouth. David breathing hitched but he remained motionless as she slowly forced his long length deep down her throat until her lips reached his base and her tongue moved to tickle his balls. After a few seconds she withdrew his cock from her throat to take a breath of air, and moving a hand to grip the base of his shaft then she began to vigorously suck and stroke his cock. David groaned as magic began flowing through his genitals again, combining with the heavenly sensations of Amaya?s skilled fellatio and the sounds of her sucking and slurping mouth. To try and distract her while fighting off his growing orgasm, he began to whisper to her the secrets that he had extracted from his prisoner. ?You?ve already lost Amaya, your lover told me all of your weaknesses. He told me how you like it most when a man mounts you from behind. How you moan when your nipples are pinched while you orgasm. They way you would gasp when his tongue dragged up your neck and his hot breath filled your ear as he would softly order you to surrender to him. I know deep down you have always wanted to find a man who could master and tame you, to be a willing slave to his deepest desires. Someone who eclipsed your own sexuality with their own and molded you into a compliant receptacle of his lust. He told me how he had realized that he could never completely satisfy or tame you, how he could not seem to provide what you were secretly looking for.? Amaya ignored him and increased the speed of her movements, forcing David to gasp and shiver before continuing his attempt to weaken her resolve. ?He told me how he helped you poison your instructor at the temple when you were a student, because she favored a rival student over you. And how you framed that same student for her murder, to have him banished across the eastern sea to those distant and wild unexplored lands. How her death led to your eventual rise to become the head of your Order. He never could truly determine if you kept him close only to reward him for his help or if you felt genuine affection for him. I wonder what your fellow priests and priestesses would think if they knew you had been the one to murder such a well respected leader for simply favoring a different stude-? With a growl Amaya thrust his cock once again deep down her tight throat and with one hand she grasped his ball which she then began to squeeze. At the same time she sent a surge of magic into the web permeating his genitals, forcing hot pleasure to flood into his belly and strike his prostate and balls. David?s speech ended suddenly as he shouted out with a powerful orgasm as his cock began to spasm within her tight throat, sending his seed directly down into her stomach. Amaya held her breath and continued sucking the cock lodged down her throat, until David shuddered and pulled his erection from her mouth. He stumbled back a step as she took a deep breath, rising to her feet to face David with her spit and his cum coating her chin and neck.


David quickly stepped forward and fell to his knees before her. His hands reached out to gentle massage her slick folds, his thumb circling around her growing clit. Amaya lifted one leg to slide over his shoulder and rest along his back while her hands moved down to fill with the bright red hair on his head. With a tug, she moved his head towards her pussy and felt his tongue and lips begin to suck and caress her already soaked folds and hard clit. With one hand David reached up to squeeze and pinch first one nipple then the other, slowly moving back and forth between her breasts. Hise other hand moved below his lips and tongue assaulting her clit, his fingers penetrating into her to begin stroking her g-spot. Now it was Amaya?s turn to gasp as magic flowed into web connecting her genitals with his sensitive breasts and further into her head and brain. Amaya attempted the same tactic of distraction that David had as waves of pleasure began to flow outward from her cunt to the tips of her arms and legs. She began to whisper down to David, ?Your not the only one who learned secrets. Your wife told me everything about you, I know you better than you know yourself. She was quite skilled herself, and I had a much harder struggle to subdue her than her appearance first suggested. I learned how she convinced you choose her out of all the more beautiful women courting you when you were younger. How she would tease and deny you what you wanted, something none of the other girls did. She told me how you enjoy having a woman ride and dominate you, to suck on her breasts as she pulls your cum out of you. She said the key to you sexual domination was to make you struggle to subdue her. Letting you ensnare yourself deeper and deeper into her web of sexuality until you finally thought you had won your prize and mastered her. Only to find you were trapped with no escape, bound more closely to her will than ever before. She told me how she had wrapped you around her finger, how it was she that propelled your career and coaxed you to take up the mantle of the head of your Order.? David felt a flash of anger fill him at her mocking words so he withdrew his hand from her vagina, opening his mouth to cover as much of her pussy as he could. His tongue thrust deep into her again and again as his nose brushed against her clit. His free hand moved up to grasp her other breast, his fingers latching on to leaking nipples and squeezing hard to release a fresh surge of milk. Amaya shuddered and moaned at this renewed assault as her hands clutched at his soft hair before continuing, ?Can?t you see I?ve already started the same with you. You lost this duel before it began, so why don?t you just submit. If you do I may let you live as my personal slave in Eridu, for if you don't surrender now I will offer you as a sacrifice to Lilith.? David sent a bolt of magic through his fingers and tongue to strike her breasts and pussy simultaneously. With a cry Amaya?s muscles locked and her hands crushed David?s head tight to her cunt as she began to orgasm. Hot cum gushed past David?s tongue to be swallowed by his greedy mouth, his hands continuing their hard pinching and squeezing as milk flowed out of her nipples and down his arms. The sensation of release and pleasure filled Amaya?s tits and cunt, flowing into her core and womb. From there it exploded out into her clenched muscles and continued into her brain, her eyes rolling up into her head as she endured her orgasm rising and falling through several peaks before tapering off. With a deep sigh, her muscles released their tension and she quickly moved her foot off David?s shoulder to catch her balance before her other leg collapsed from the strain of supporting her. As she caught her breath and steadied her stance, David?s hands released her breasts and he rose to stand face to face with Amaya.


Both of their mouths were coated in the other?s essence, and they both knew the time for teasing and foreplay was over. They could see neither of them was willing to concede and submit to the other so with a growl they locked their mouths in a deep kiss, swirling their combined essence around their battling tongues. Their arms pulled each other tight, her breasts crushing against to his hairy chest as his cock brushed insistently against her smooth belly. David reached down to grasp her small firm buttocks and easily lifted her up, Amaya wrapping her legs around his waist as they approached the bed. David felt his knees press against the side of the bed and gently lowered Amaya down as he shifted his hips until his cock brushed the entrance to her vagina. Each of their groans was swallowed by the other?s lips as he began to sink his rock hard shaft into her tight wet warmth. As magic began to flow back and forth between them, they sank into an existence where hot sensations washed away the passage of time.

[Haxor009]

I have checked back every day, eagerly awaiting new chapters, and you did not disappoint! Chapter 3 is terrifically hot :P

[JB57]

I have fallen behind in this series, but I admire the imagination and writing skills that go into it! A great example of detailed world-building and graphic imagery.

JB

[Haxor009]

I agree, it captures the essence of erotic combat. Here's hoping the stud priest can pull it off, although it sounds like he's walking cock-first into a trap!