“The army does not stand a hope of defeating her force, Belind. Even should you lose, you will save countless lives.” Atrin explained in a hushed tone and Ariela found herself smirking, enjoying the fruition of her plan. The colour from Belind’s face drained and he stood stock still for some time, looking into the eyes of his General, “...Very well If… If it is for the people.” he said, finally turning his eyes back as he sized up Ariela. Her skills as a mage and a leader were well known, but in single combat, he had no information, “But I choose the weapons with which we fight.” he said softly. Atrin looked a little impressed, it was a sound japan tactical move which was something he clearly did not expect from the Prince. Ariela paused, seeming to ponder it for a moment, pointedly looking at his armour, “Very well. But I choose the armour in which we girl fight.” she responded, mimicking him speech mannerisms in a slightly mocking tone. 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 sexy open, “We-..” “Do you refuse?” she asked, tilting her head 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 porn be too young, that impression had been fueled by his natural femininity, his skin fair and unblemished, his body lithe, looking quick but not 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 sex 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. Oh please have mercy on your worthless slave cunt. 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