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Before Atrin could interrupt, Belind had nodded, “So be it. I choose the rapier.” “Splendid.” Ariela spoke, rising to stand and stepping down to the carpeted floor of her tent, beckoning with a hand towards one of her men, “Fetch two rapiers, allow the Princeling to choose his first.” “And the armour?” Belind asked. “Oh, how forgetful of me. We will fight bare skinned.” she said simply, no trace of shame of embarrassment in her voice. The Prince’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, “We-..” “Do you refuse?” she asked, tilting her head japanese curiously as an orb of orange formed around one hand. Atrin spoke in a low, cautioning tone, “You agreed to her terms, to refuse is to concede, to concede is to…” he looked meaningfully towards the orb of power in her hand, Belind swallowed, looking around at the crowd. “Your depravity knows no bounds.” he said, humiliation and regret mixing in his voice. She shrugged, “Strip or die.” She watched with a mocking smirk as the boy, with the help of Atrin, began to remove his poorly fit armour. Her smirk slid as it was removed piece by piece, revealing his feminine body. She realised the youth of his features did not now seem to be too young, that impression had been fueled by his asian natural femininity, his skin fair and unblemished, his body lithe, looking quick but not cumshot especially strong. She felt her desire for conquest shift from that of land to something more primal. He stood before her then, nude and beautiful, a princess born to the wrong life, his hair a fine strawberry blonde, his eyes a deep blue, his manhood while not so small as to warrant a mocking by the average man was not particularly something to write home about. She felt curious. A man returned to the room bearing two identical blades. Belind, trying to ignore the piercing stares around him picked each up, weighing them and looking for any faults. They were well balanced and he could detect no sign of tampering or deception. He took a blade and the man offered the other to Ariela. “You must change into your fighting garb.” he said, feigning confidence, trying to instil some of the humiliation that was flooding him into her. “True.” she said simply, shrugging the dress down from her shoulders, letting the thin fabric fall to the floor. Her long raven hair cascaded down her body, her full rounded breasts on display. However, as Belind drank in the view he realised it was not her embarrassment that her nudity would create, as she seemed quite comfortable without her clothes, but his own, as he looked down and her massive cock came into view, he felt confusion flow rife through him. He looked at her with a red face, his mind trying to comprehend what he was looking at when a single word cut through to his mind. “Fight!” Belind blinked and fell back into a defensive stance, trying to buy a few moments time to clear his thought and place his mind but Ariela was in no mood for a slow drawn out show to toy with him. While she was confident in her nudity, the guards and generals in her tent were not amateur deserving of her full beauty for more than a few moments. She stepped forward and feinted a blow to the right, he parried mechanically, his movements stiff, practically pulled straight from the textbook. It would’ve been a fine move, but Ariela had read every such book. She stepped to the left and ducked down inside his guard, her leg sweeping out to catch behind his own, sending him sprawling onto his back, in the space of a breath he found himself on the ground, a foot on his sword-bearing wrist and the point of her rapier against his neck. “Submit or die, your choice.” Swallowing, very carefully, he released his blade, whispering as to not flex his throat against the point of her blade, “I submit…” interracial She nodded simply and looked up to the General, “You will carry the message back to your forces that your Prince has submitted and that they are all to lay down arms and return to their homes. If they have not left the camp unarmed in two hours my forces will clear them out. Will they leave?” And A.W. gave her a great deal of room for that decision process, too. Her pussy immediately began throbbing in anticipation of what they might be. Ronja laid down on the bed and picked up the mirror. 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