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This alone was enough to anger the Hel prince.

At his shout, a burst of ghastly purple smoke arose from where he stood. It erupted in an occultic pentagon inside a circle; the infernal rune drew in the sand and frothed pure ash and the billowing smoke. Rafel\'s true location was blocked out from Alexandra\'s eyes. She could no longer see where he stood with all the smoke. It began rolling out, enlarging and writhing like fat snakes.

This dark tonardo rushed outward for her.

In the smoke stream hurling fumes of pyre magic, she heard evil sounds of laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Beware, princess."

Alexandra spotted a hundred and one ghostly skulls explode from the origin of the smoke. The [Lich Faces] was one of a kind ability. A Raven Arc vice. Alexandra shot her eyes up to the judges. "He\'s cheating! He\'s using another Arc\'s abilities to fight.

Fecking demon!" She yelled, when the Three Without Eyes did nothing, only calmly watching from behind their cowls.

From one of the high levels of the amphitheater, in the gold quardrant reserved for the Griffins, under a luxury Romanesque canopy, the Duchess of Roanoke turned to her daughters. Lady Nura Fairfield asked of the girls, "Is he allowed to use another Arc\'s abilities? It\'s been years since I\'ve been to one of these finals. Have the rules changed? Can he do that?"

Raz leaned in from her sister\'s side; their twin faces looked so alike in that moment. She replied her mother with a generous smile for the villain erupting in shadows and skullfaces below.

"No, mama. Israfel\'s an exception. He is bi-magical. He manifested both Raven and Phoenix sigils."

"Wow!" The Duchess\'s mouth dropped open.

She continued to watch with her daughters, the entire college locked in on the final combat, the whole campus empty save that domed square. Sun was falling quickly. If Alexandra persevered, it was going to be a stalemate.

But it didn\'t look like her demon foe was willing to quit, for while the princess of the plains was distracted in smashing all the floating skulls that rushed toward her with her faithful battleaxe, Rafel lunged another strike.

"SANGUINE ARTS! BLOOD HAIL!"

He lifted his hands into the air as a crimson rune appeared in the space of his arms. It was ancient and deadly. The glyph enlarged and shimmered up into the sky, forming a network of red-colored bands and leylines that attracted the electricity of nature. Lightning sparked, and in the moment of sudden, amber light, many in the crowd saw giant horns flash on Rafel\'s forehead.

They gasped. As quickly as that terrible visions showed, it was gone.

A second later, the gathered scarlet cloud split, and if began to pour down blood—on only Alexandra.

The blood wasn\'t really blood as much as it was acid.

Her skin hissed and melted where the fat, viscous drops hit her. It was fire in blood. Blood in fire.

And the skullfaces were still coming at her.

Frantically in need of an exit from the barrage, Alexandra dropped her hands and ripped off her midnight breastplate, ripping the undershirt off too with it.

"Fuck this."

She was pretty much bare underneath.

"Ooh!" The crowd fell back, surprised. Explore more at empire

"Is that part of the Clash?" Lady Fairfield enquired of her daughters again; she knew better than to close out their eyes at the now topless warrior female. Raziah and Keziah were too smitten to reply their mother.

Everyone on all levels of the amphitheater stared.

Rafel dropped his hands and the cloud of scarlet dissipated.

It wasn\'t his fault. Not really.

"Nice fucking rack!" Someone yelled in the Griffin quadrant.

Darned right. Rafel too admitted, his yellow eyes dropping to Alexandra\'s chest. Since the Gold faction were out of the fight with their Gladiator down, the members had quickly taken sides with the two still left on the arena.

Alexandra watched Rafel\'s action wane at her boob flashing. She smiled, seeing her chance.

Blood ran down the sides of her arms as she rushed forward for him. He was too lost in gaping at her bouncing jugs to halt her advance. Alexandra lashed out with her axe, [Naesavrum], at the clinging skull closest to her and dived on top of Rafel. She fell on top of him, and the two went to the floor. Rafel couldn\'t notice the pain over the sound of her fleshy breasts slapping his face.

"Succulent. Ripe. Big as melons!" He salivated.

"LUST ARTS! KISS OF THE HORNET!" Alexandra let him gape all he wanted with her large boobies smashing his head in their sweet valley.

She was cream and smelled of the sweat and salt of their combat.

\'Is it weird that I want to sniff her pits?\'

Alexandra was straddling him and at her shout, she pressed forward atop him and jammed her lips into his. His mouth was hot and soft. Her kissing was not lustful. It was deathly—literally.

She claimed his mouth with a passion akin to feverish frenching, but with her kissing, Alexandra unleashed [Soul Reaver] and began eating up the energy of Rafel\'s Mana Core. His charge levels began dropping sporadically. He had already used up [10 000 souls] in the skullfaces, and the girl on top of him was practically pulling the souls out from him.

—But her breasts.

Her goddamn breasts!

Only by pulling on a great measure of self-control was Rafel able to resist, pull himself together and fight back.

"Gods be damned! You fucking bitch!"

He dragged Alexandra\'s head away from him by her long, brown hair. She shook his arm off and smashed her lips back into his. At some point, she forgot was she was supposed to be stealing from the kiss, and just started loving in. Her naked breasts went heavy on his chest and her nipples soon strained to be licked.

Alexandra of House Vero had been turned on, by a damn demon.

When Rafel\'s callused palms grasped her hips and turned her over, she let him. Their lips roamed and tongues melded, and their hands began to caress to other body parts. And it wasn\'t just a fight anymore.

"Okay. That is definitely not part of the game." Raz said, but didn\'t pull her eyes.

Unconsciously, Alexandra was still pulling on Rafel\'s core.

[DING!]

[HOST\'S CORE NOW AT 33% and DECREASING. . .]

Peitho put extra soprano to her voice, practically shouting in Rafel\'s head.

"What?" He pulled up from romancing Alexandra\'s lips. And what lush lips they were. He broke the spell of her drowning kiss. This was the girl he was supposed to be fighting to dying breath. His feckin\' opponent. And here he was: tongue-sucking her.

He looked down on her, like he couldn\'t believe the stiffer he had down there, nudging apart her thighs.

Although Alexandra wanted the burning sensation between her legs not to stop, she saw the fury return to Rafel\'s eyes, much hotter now in light of lust.

"You deceptive witch."

"You horny demon!"

"GET OFF ME!" They both yelled at the same time, rolling off of each other.

Rafel lunged for his discarded longsword. And Alexandra for her battleaxe. He gripped the hilt of [Bloodthorn] at the same second she grabbed the handle of [Naesavrum].

"FLAME ARTS! WYRM\'S BANE!" He growled.

"SHADOW ARTS! NIGHT FORCE!" She screeched.

They both sent out their weapons, diving to clash in the center of the arena with a hard crash.

THWAANNNG!

BOOM!

The force of steel at their joining echoed so loudly in the rotunda people jumped on their seats. A blinding cosmic light shined forth, engulfing the both of them in radiant golden white. Both gladiators were briefly obscured in the bubble of luminous energy. Their weapons were on the other sides of the bloodied arena.

Bloodthorn was stuck into the sand, raging a pallor of [Wyrm\'s Bane]: fiery green flames. And Naesavrum was impaled in a wall, shadows of [Night Force] swirling around her axe\'s obsidian blade.

They both looked to their blades a second; each calculated they wouldn\'t be able to reach it in record time and instead dived for each other.

Rafel grappled Alexandra to the sands.

She scratched at the coarse grains and pumped up her behind into his groin.

"Stay down, witch," he growled in her ear.

"You wish, devil." She spat back.

She kept writhing, even though she was feeling the straining ridge of Rafel\'s cock nudging at her ass crack through layers of her battlewear. She jerked up hard and Rafel\'s prod slipped in between the full globes; the heat from her round cheeks warmed his crotch.

"Enough." He growled thickly in over her. "Is this what you want?"

He held up her flailing arms with one strong arm, and with the other ripped off her pantaloons, tearing and not caring until her butt was exposed. He dragged down her black tights to her ankles. For combat, female soldiers of the realm tended to favor stretchy spandex. It was the kind Alexandra had on. The kind Rafel had just torn off.

He bellowed in her ear like a wolf.

"This is what you want, huh? Take it..."

He whipped out his dick from his bucking fly and hammered into the cleft of her buttocks. The girl under him was ready and he sank deeply into her ass.

"Ahhhhhnnnnnn." She whimpered, stretching out under him. "Yes. Please. More. Don\'t stop. Oh gods, yes.

Yes!"

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

Rafel drilled her rapidly. He was barely pulling out before he was right back in. Alexandra didn\'t care which of the holes he was filling as long as he didn\'t stop his demented fucking.

"Yes. Fuck me, demon. Fuck me good. Fill that ass. Fill up that fucking ass! Ohh yeah.

Ohh!"

Rafel\'s hand snaked down to grab at her plump, melon titties. He pushed down her head, her cheek flat against the sands and fully mounted her from behind. He enveloped her form, bottling her in and under him as he pounded wildly away.

"Ahhn! Ahhn! Ahhn! Yes. Fuck yes!"

Above, people were straining to see into the bulb of light. They were hearing stretched moaning and grunts, but where from?

PAAHHH!

Rafel hammered into Alexandra one last, hard time. He felt her rushing squirt wet his cock as he eased out of her tight cunt. As she went shivering in her passionate orgasm under him. He slapped her huge, shaking butt several times and turned her to face him as he went on his knees and dragged her down to his throbbing penis.

He force-fed her his fat dick until she had swallowed all of his man-milk.

The [Light Bubble] was slowly clearing away when Alexandra swiped at his chest while arranging tatters of her pantaloons into some form of decency.

"You tell anyone about this I\'ll kill you."

His smile was instant. "I thought that was the plan all along."

"Devil," she flushed.

"Witch." He echoed back.