Xandria vs Alda 4
#4 of Magical Girl
One thing leads to another, and what was a battle of honor and defending humanity has turned into... something quite unexpected entirely, especially since Xandria has something quite unexpected in her pants!
This is a collaboration between myself and @NekoAlchemy
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Just thinking about Alda's skimpy clothing and scalyy body up against her is making a certain part of Xandria react to the mer warrior, and she will not be able to keep it hidden for very much longer...
Alda's face flashes a bright red, her eyes widening. "W... what? No, you weirdo, I'm gonna... like, throw you around the... sea and... stuff. Fuck, you're making this weird!"
"I'm making things weird!?" Xandria snaps. "You're the one pressing your tits against my breastplate. "And you're giving me those 'fuck me' eyes while making threats!"
"F... fuck you, you weirdo," she says, squirming in their tight embrace, still holding tight, but keeping herself as far as she can. "Only a true pervert would ruin a fight by making it about sex!"
"Yeah, a true pervert like the one who won't let me go?" Xandria grips Alda's arms, trying to pry herself free. "Let me go!"
"The only way I will is if you submit!"
"Fat chance!"
Xandria squirms and shoves, but the tighter the mermaid holds onto her, the less focused she becomes on the fight and more focused she becomes in her own discomfort, her own horniness.
She never knew why these powers granted her a dick, but the side effects that come with it are more annoying than they need to be. For instance, the hornier she gets, the weaker her powers become!
Her strength fades with each passing second, and with that, her pauldrons fade in a shower of pink-gold sparks. "F... Fucking damn it, knock it off!" she snarls, now fully erect and fully visible.
Alda hops back from the sparks, watching the detransformation with wide eyes that scan over the body as armor disappears, only for her face to burn bright at the sight between the woman's legs.
"T... that's what a land-dwellers..." she speaks in hushed awe. "It's bigger than anything I've seen on man or woman..."
Xandria clasps her hands over her cock, leaning forward, her cheeks beet red now. "H-hey, s-stop staring, you... you!"
"I see how it is," Alda says, hands over her chest, nodding. "You were yelling at me as if I was the one with perverted thoughts when you were wanting to fuck me this entire time!"
"Would you just fuck OFF?!" Xandria yells, pushing an armored boot against Alda's midsection, kicking her further away.
Alda splashes down into the shallows, her face shadowed by the size and magnitude of that member. She gulps, her eyes transfixed by the sight. "It is... most impressive, I must admit. You know, a warrior who denies her calling is weak and a coward."
"Yeah, well, my weakness is being fucking horny," Xandria groans. "And what I want is to not be horny anymore and get this over with."
Alda smirks, picking herself up and standing with one hand upon her hip. "Is that so?" she asks, brushing her fingers over her lips, fluttering her eyes. "Then, perhaps a warrior has to use everything in her arsenal to win."
"Great, so now you actually are coming on to me, aren't you?" As she speaks, her gauntlets vanish, exposing more of that bulging tent. "No fucking way..."
Alda steps forward, swaying as she does. "It isn't often I feel such feelings, land-dweller. This temporary spell on my body is giving me ideas I've never considered before. There's a warmth deep inside that, well, I'm sure you know what to do with. Of course," she stands right in front of her again, destroying any advantage Xandria attempted earlier, "the fact you are weakening and so flustered is so amusing and so arousing, but I think the best thing would be if you were to prove to me that you are strong even at your weakest."
Xandria shakes her head, scrunching her eyes. "Shut up, shut up, shut... up!" she growls, the last sparks of her armor disappearing, her toes sinking into the sand, with her only wearing her white tube top and gray yoga pants. The blond, athletic girl stands more or less defenseless before of the fish warrior, more a fish-out-of-water than the literal one!
"Seems you truly are powerless before me, even though you have that massive weapon still at your disposal. Perhaps I should make things more equal between the two of us to make you less uncomfortable for what shall come next?" With that, she tosses her trident away, the weapon sticking into the sand. With lidded eyes, she leans in, nose nearly touching nose. "Now, then, since I've defeated you, I should have a reward for my efforts. And this reward I feel you shall not mind, or rather, your body is more-than-willing to give." Her fingers trace down the gently-toned stomach of her opponent.
"H...huh!?" Her eyes match Alda's, mouth agape as those fingers slide down to the hem of her pants, a tremble running down her spine.
Alda's fingers penetrate the elastic and she leans in, whispering into Xandria's ear. "To the victor... the spoils," she hisses, and then she dips down, pressing fishy lips against the soft neck of the human woman.
A trembling moan of anticipation leaks from Xandria's lips as she is teased beyond her capacity. "I... I can't believe this..." she finally whispers.
"It's a surprise to me, as well," Alda admits, placing smaller, gentle kisses upon her neck. "I am a proud Atlantean warrior, about to debase myself in front of another proud warrior, and why? Because she's the only one who could face me so evenly for so hard... and for so long..."
She seems to trail off a moment, her fingers stroking up and down the covered shaft. That's when her free hand grabs the hem of Xandria's yoga pants and yanks them down.
The yoga pants hit the sand and her seven inches of dick spring forth from their confinement, paired with a packed pair of balls that looked like they had never been pleased a day in their life.
"There you are, in all of your glory," Alda hisses, pressing herself up against her opponent and partner's chest, a growl in that whisper. "Truly, I've never seen something so impressive and something I so terribly want to conquer or be conquered by. Whichever it is..." she says, kissing at Xandria's collar, "is up to you..."
Xandira's embarrassment burns through her, even as she tilts her neck, allowing her Atlantean opponent Alda place sweet kisses upon her neck. "I can't help it... the... the fucking thing gets so, mmmn... It takes over my mind, sometimes, but it... wont... ever... FINISH!" The angel whines helplessly as Alda eyeballs her, making her feel very much a piece of meat in front of a predator.