Love Conquers All - Part 3

Part 3

Victoria's head suddenly snapped upright, her face a quivering mask of orgasmic blissfulness. Laughing manically, the dark sorceress slashed out with her long polished nails, the thin black slivers scratching against the side of one of Roseline's smooth long legs. Immediately Roseline gasped out loud as powerful sensations flooded her mind, incredibly intense feelings the likes of which she had never experienced before. Beneath her saintly robes, her white panties moistened, the outline of her pussy pressing up against the soaking material.

The lightening spear stabbed into the ground a hair's breadth away from Victoria's head, the shimmering holy blade cutting away some of her luxuriously black hair. Looking through her burning black strands, Victoria smiled as she witnessed the spear snapping out of existence, the oxidized air smelling very much like victory. She had been right in her assumption that little miss perfect couldn't handle a little simulation.

"What's the matter," the busty woman inquired, her heavy pale breasts pressing against her sweaty thighs as the evil magician hunched over, one hand supporting her weight as she slowly pushed herself up off the courtyard ground. Victoria held in a shriek as she moved, her snowy skin covered with a latticework of throbbing red lines where the plants had savaged whipped her.

"That wasn't very nice," she said, her smile anything but genuine.

"What have you done to me?" Roseline demanded as she sunk down to her knees, her hands clasped tightly around her dripping crotch. Roseline desperately wanted to rub at her swollen clit but such temptation was unbecoming of a Holy Maiden. She faintly heard cries of alarm as soldiers witnessed their beloved holy maiden collapse as if offering herself up in humble supplication but there were far too many evil minions between her and them to assist.

"I just gave a little pleasure back," Victoria said, scowling intently at the trembling maiden.

"How amusing that someone so powerful cannot handle the simplest of human emotions. This really does proved that you foolish Holy Maidens really are just a bunch of celibate dolls. How utterly pathetic that you deny yourself the pleasures of forbidden knowledge, the pleasures of being a woman!"

"Only a rotten soul like you would find such things pleasurable, Victoria," Roseline said, her heavenly voice breaking as she struggled to pull her shaking hands out from beneath her robes.

Dark soldiers and other, more sinister creatures surrounded the seemingly defenceless woman, weapons held at the ready as if preparing for a public execution. They leered at one of the light's chosen champions, their hungry gazes falling upon her heaving bosom. Despite her best intentions, Roseline's erect nipples were clearly poking out from the thin material covering her chest, her big tits rising and falling with each laboured breath.

The one that claimed one of the last remaining holy maidens would receive great favours from the dark patrons but none of them possessed the strength of mind to penetrate her shimming holy aura, her musical breathing like poison to the wretched ranks of the enemy.

"She's mine," Victoria said harshly as she dismissed the shrieking orks and other evilness, directing them against the citadel defenders who even now battled frantically to reach Roseline's position. Looking down at the squirming woman, Victoria Nox summoned up a dark fireball within her palm.

"Now, where were we, my dear Jacquelle?" she said, her hand rising upwards, dark fire dancing between her fingers. She intended to savour this moment, particularly after her public whipping.

"My name is Roseline!" yelled the squirming woman as she collected her legs beneath her before lunging up at the suddenly startled Victoria Nox.

While she had been expecting some kind of last ditch magical attack, Victoria had been totally unprepared for such a brazen move. Roseline slammed into the naked sorceress hard, knocking the wind out of her sails as both women collapsed onto the ground in a writhing heap. Roseline's face ended up sandwiched between Victoria's soft mountainous orbs as she struggled for purchase, her hands sinking down into the supple titty flesh.

"Get off me, bitch!" Victoria snarled, her creamy boobs still incredibly sensitive from the whipping.

Entwining a hand in Roseline's golden hair, Victoria cruelly yanked back in an attempt to get the holy maiden away from her burning nipples. Roseline screamed in pain, of would have, had her mouth not been pressed up against Victoria's expansive bosom, her large tits jiggling against Roseline's cheeks as the two woman struggled.

"You whore!" Roseline mumbled in discomfort, her voice muffled by Victoria's deep cleavage.

Manoeuvring between her quivering mounds, Roseline reached either side of her and pinched down hard on Victoria's nipples. Grasping the stiffening buds between thumb and forefinger, Roseline twisted and pulled like her life depended on it.

"Urgh, you little-" Victoria grunted sharply as she felt teeth biting down hard on her bare left boob. In response, she raked the holy priestess' back with her long sharp nails. Fighting viciously, both females rolled around on the ground, their voluptuous bodies locked together in a savage contest of strength as they scratched and insulted each other with real vitriol.

Niether female unleashed the vast array of magical nastiness under their command, partly because using it at such close range would be tantamount to suicide, but mostly because they were simply too preoccupied with scratching and slapping. The ground however was another matter, the wrestling match taking place underneath a marriage of dark flickering flames and amber flashes of holy light.

Straddling the raven haired woman, Roseline arched upwards so that she was sitting upright atop Victoria's belly. Sweating profusely, her white robes practically transparent from the rough scuffle, Roseline scowled down at the dark sorceress. Victoria Nox scowled right back at her with intense feelings of hated.

"You always were a whore!" Roseline yelled as she slapped Victoria hard across the cheek, her face snapping back from the force of the blow. Victoria blinked in shock, her pride smarting more than her cheek. Try as she might, the dark sorceress couldn't protected herself as Roseline rained down a flurry of punishing blows until Victoria's eyes watered, her face a mask of stinging pain. Black mascara dribbled down her rosy cheeks as she blinked away glistening tears.

Snarling, Victoria grasped at the holy maiden, her hands clutching tightly around priestly robes. The thin material snapped away easily, exposing Roseline's nice pair of breasts. While not as large as Victoria's, the holy maiden was very well endowed with healthy looking skin and large pink areola's.

"Unhand me!" Roseline snapped as her ample globes flopped out into the open, her heavenly breasts already stiff with arousal thanks to Victoria's mental poison. Overwealmed mentally, Roseline picked the absolutely worst time for modesty as she attempted to cover up her sumptuous chest, her quivering cleavage spilling out between her fingers.

Tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks, dark mascara staining her beautiful features, Victoria Nox was still an opportunist at heart and took full advantage of her opponents amplified embarrassment. Clutching the holy maiden tightly against her body, the pale and creamy skin tones creating an interesting contrast, Victoria directed her magical talents, not at Roseline who's divine protection was absolute, but at a nearby human soldier.

"Behead the bitch," she snarled.

The soldier, a barrel chested man cut in a dozen places walked unharmed through the maelstrom of dark and light forces. Victoria held Roseline close to her impressively big chest, the holy maiden laying atop her very naked body. Standing above the squabbling pair of female beauties, the man hesitated only slightly before bringing up his double handed warblade high above his broad shoulders, the vicious looking weapon glinting in the reflective magical glow.

"No!" Roseline commanded in her sonorous voice, the soldier immediately stopping in his murderous task.

"Remember yourself, Alexander!" Roseline intoned, remembering the soldier's name from one of her morning services. Such a pious man would never willing harm a holy maiden, would never silence a priestess spreading the divine truth. Only when Roseline heard the heavy clang of the warblade crashing down against the cobblestone ground did she allow herself a sigh of relief.

That relief quickly blossomed into righteous indignation as she once again looked into Victoria's mascara stained face. The evil sorceress was caught up in a furious rant as she berated the weak willed Alexander for not killing her hated rival. Roseline spat straight in Victoria's face, her trembling hands clasping tightly around that treacherous neck.

"You cold hearted monster!" Roseline yelled, her hands squeezing as hard as she could manage.

Victoria gasped and spluttered, her hands beating weakly against Roseline's large boobs, her long legs kicking out as her windpipe was slowly but steadily crushed. Roseline spat down repeatedly until Victoria's tear-streaked face was a mask of glistening spittle, the clear liquid conjoining with the dark mascara to create a truly pathetic looking picture. Victoria Nox, the dark sorceress, feared and desired in equal measure scratched and kicked as her life was slowly choked out of her.

"Y-you... bitch..." she wheezed through clenched teeth, her vision blurring.

Summoning up what little magical power that she could manage before she blacked out completely, Victoria once again reached out to the confused Alexander while simultaneously lifting up the hem of Roseline's white robes. Sliding up the back of her long smooth legs, Roseline's glorious ass and white panties were slowly revealed to his astonished eyes, her creamy rear end swaying seductively as she strangled the gurgling sorceress.

Feeling suddenly weak with desire, the soldier dropped down to his knees in worship of such a beautiful sight. Reaching out tentatively, he grasped her firm buttocks between calloused fingers. He had always admired the priestess, always considered her a guardian angel sent from holy Celestia and now here she was, leaning over a naked raven haired beauty with her bare ass shamelessly presenting itself to his lustful gaze.

"W-what are you doing, Alexander!?" Roseline gasped as her white underwear was pulled down around her ankles.

Continued in Part 4