Emilie grunted with surprise as he felt his cock sucked into the sleeping whores mouth. He had to wonder how accustomed she was to sex to respond like this. If she hadn't been a Countess, then she may have worked in a pleasure district somewhere in Aska and surely come to run it herself as a Madame with her natural talents and intelligence. To punctuate his thought, he lightly gripped her head to steady himself from the waves of pleasure cresting through and unbalancing his body. His face twisted further with pleasure as he slowly pumped the cock out in and out of her mouth, sliding against her wet tongue, not pushing too hard or deeply to disturb her sleep. At least as little as possible. Groaning loudly, Emilie could only conclude that she was a natural.
The arrow flew - but the demon swang her hand, and it splashed on her arcana shield. It looked like it took much from her. She got up, trembling with rage. "Fucking whore - when I'm done with you, you will not remember your own name!" She called as she started advancing on the elf.
As he steadily pumped, the woman kept moaning, her breasts bouncing to and forth, her hand working intensely on her pussy, slowly bringing her to the point of climax.
“Go fuck yourself, bitch!” Silnariel hissed as she cast Magic Arrow again and again, not letting up for a moment while at the same time moving away from the succubus. Let's see how long that arcane shield will last...
The demon started dodging the arrows, but as she did so, Silnariel managed to keep her at bay. It was sort of impass, as both sides were throwing spells and dodging them.
“Why are you dodging? You seemed to enjoy getting hurt earlier... I bet you'll feel really good getting hit by my arrows...” Silnariel tried distracting the succubus by talking to her. “Come on, slut, give it a try – I'm sure you'll love getting hurt by a beauty like me...”
The princess' speech was quite good, but then, the demon answered. "Oh? Am I hearing jealousy? Would you like me to beat you while raping your ass?" The comment, with the addition of a sudden image of sucubuss taking her ass, have made princess pause for a moment - it was at that moment, that the demon attacked. But her attack was flimsy, the elf easily dodged it, and with kick, made demon roll on the ground.
“Bitch!” Silnariel hissed as she cast more Magic Arrows, trying to take advantage of the succubus' vulnerable position.
The spell after spell slammed on the demoness, leaving her whimpering mess. Finally, she could only shiver on the ground, and try to crawl away - it seemed that the Princess has won the duel.
“Finally!” Silnariel hissed, but did not let up her attack, trying to finish off the succubus – she was too pissed off at the would-be rapist bitch to even consider any other options. Besides, trying to do anything else with the seemingly-helpless succubus was too risky – there was no telling what sort of desperate trick she would try.
The demon shrieked as arrow after arrow hit her, puncturing her body, splaterring her blood. By the time the demon became silent, her body was mangled with numerous holes, creating a large pool of blood on the ground. She was dead. That left the princes breathing heavily, tired.
Silnariel glared at the dead succubus for a few more seconds, then looked away. Alright, time to try and get out of here... She decided as she tried to end the spell and get back to where Andelia was waiting for her. I hope I did not make her worry...
He continued carefully bringing himself to the edge. Her muffled moaning pushing further along. The way she was reacting, Emilie knew she was close and held back for a few more moments to line himself up with her. Clenching his muscles, he felt the build-up of pressure as his cum pushed itself through his urethra. Pulling out of her mouth, he held his cock and turned so the first jet of cum sprouted onto the tree she rested against. Emilie followed the trail of the whitish substance as it flowed slowly down the bark and onto her clothed shoulder. His breath was heavy as put on his pants again. Emilie watched Triana, seeing if she stirred.
It took her few more tries, but finally, the princess managed to end the spell. She blinked a few times and realised she was back, watching the water in the bark. Her servants standing to her sides.
Slowly, the countess stirred awake, blinking slowly. Still not fully awakened, she looked around confused.
“Everything alright?” Silnariel asked as she took a look around, glad to finally be free of the trap.
"Countess Avilés, you've lost." Emilie says as he stands tall before he, his back straight and with a confident smirk suitable of a victor. "But, I don't think that matters so long as we're both stranded out here in the unknown." He takes a step forward, reaching out with a hand for her to take so he can help her up. "Please, we're both Askani, for now, let's set aside our differences and find a way home."
Andelia looked at her questioningly. "Yes, everything is fine so far. How are the areas around us?" She asked curiously. "Is there any good place for us to make camp?"
The countess bit her lip, as she looked at Emilie's hand. Finally, after much hesitation, she took it. "And who's fault is that?" She asked with a snark, before glaring at Chancellor as she stood straight. She looked around. "Are we the only once that made it out?" She asked, as she didn't saw others.
Silnariel shook her head. “No idea. Something went wrong with my spell and my consciousness ended trapped in the company of a horny succubus. I had to get rid of her before I could free myself – that's what I have been doing until now. I'll try again later, after I catch my breath.”
