The result of this story was decided using dice.

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Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.

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Ellen was the third daughter of a merchant family. Her sisters handled the shop front and accounting, and her brother handled the planning and decision-making, so while Ellen did help on occasion, she always felt like she wasn't contributing. Eventually, she found her way to help, even though she had to keep it a secret. She felt her parents wouldn't approve.

After all, what parents would approve of their twenty one year old daughter fucking strangers?

The merchant Ellen was currently fucking into submission groaned as Ellen toyed with him, grinding her nice, bubbly ass on his cock.

"Is that all you got, old man~?" She taunted him. "Melted by a young woman's ass~? You didn't even touch my pussy or asshole, just my cheeks were enough for you~. Pathetic."

The merchant could do nothing but moan, his wrists pinned by her hands to the soft bed.

When she approached the man earlier, explaining that she wanted to sexfight him, he was eager, almost condescending, assuming he would show this young, inexperienced waif why she should respect her elders.

The conditions she set - that if he won, she would convince her parents to take the quite frankly atrocious deal he offered, and if she won, he would give them a better one - were but an amusing afterthought back then. Now?

She grinned, leaned down, dodged him as he tried to kiss her, and whispered in his ear.

"Come on~. Cum~. You know you want to~. You never stood a chance, anyway~."

It was too much for him. He broke, his cum splattering on her back.

"Good man~. Now, remember your end of the deal, okay~?" She took a towel and began to wipe the cum off. He didn't even make her sweat. When she left the room, she sighed in disgust and frustration.

She had high hopes for this foreign merchant, but his whole family was a wash.

His son was decent, at least, and she gave him the honor of finishing her off after the deed - she had to let him hammer at her for almost half an hour, during which he came another three times, but at least he managed it, unlike anyone native to the town.

His daughter was a spoiled brat, but the way her facade of arrogance melted away made it worthwhile, even if her fingering barely tickled.

And his wife was a shy, demure thing. Ellen almost felt bad for the woman - the merchant's appetite for courtesans had already made waves in the small town, and Ellen guessed his wife was married off to him for political reasons. Given that, she decided to go easy on her, the sexfight turning into Ellie gently guiding her to orgasm.

It still amused her she could be a dommy mommy to women old enough to be her mother.

Back in the present, however, she realized she had taken too long: the sun was beginning to rise, and with it, her parents would.

Just like always when she failed to budget her time properly, she relied on her power.

You see, Ellen was special: when she wanted, she could achieve incredible feats, at the cost of being incredibly sore and tired afterward. Arm wrestling, cramming for a test, or, like now, running, nothing was beyond her.

She managed to sprint up the stairs into her room just in time, as she heard the doors to her older sister's bedroom open from the top of the stairs.

She quickly but quietly closed the door, and flopped onto the bed, intending to fake being asleep but soon genuinely taking a nap, as the exhaustion of staying up all night and using her power caught up with her.

She only woke up when one of her older sisters, Jane, opened the door.

"It's morning~. Wakey wakey~, sleepyhead~." She softly said as she ran her hand through Ellen's hair.

Ellen rolled over, trying to keep sleeping, but then Jane tickled the back of Ellen's neck, bringing her to full wakefulness.

"Hey!" Ellen's complaints were loud, and she sat up grumpily, still tired from last night.

"Come on. Dad has something to discuss over breakfast." Jane explained cheerfully why she woke Ellen up. Perhaps too cheerfully, as unnoticed by Ellen, a spark of mischievousness indicated that Jane knew just how tired Ellen actually was.

Still groaning, Ellen waved Jane off and got up from bed, putting on her pants and shirt.

She'd leave the braiding of her long hair to Jane. It was the least she deserved.

When she made her way downstairs to the breakfast, her family was already waiting for her.

"Sit down, sit down!" Her father thundered between bites of a prodigious pile of scrambled eggs. "I'll be leaving to negotiate a deal today."

Ellen nodded. Father was often busy with this, securing suppliers and buyers who decided they weren't worth the effort of visiting.

"And I'd like you to go with me, if you want." Father continued. "It's in the city, and I thought you could appreciate the change of scenery." The explanation made some sense, though not much. It didn't explain why he chose her to go with him instead of having her fill in for one of her siblings who would actually be useful during the negotiations.

"Why me?" Ellen asked. "You rarely do something without a reason."

Sighing, her father dug something out of his coat: an opened letter that he then handed over to Ellen.

Confused, Ellen took the letter and started reading.

'Esteemed Mr. Copperwell.' The letter read.

'It has come to my attention that your negotiations with my father have come to an impasse.

'I have a proposal that might interest you: I have my father wrapped around my finger, so if I tell him to give you a good deal, he will.

'All you need to do to earn my assistance if this matter is best me in a sexfight.

'However, should you lose, you will accept my father's current offer as it stands, with no firther negotiating.

'And if you are unwilling to engage in such carnal contests, I will accept a substitute in your place.

'Signed, Young Lady Blackwood.'

Ellen looked up from the letter at her father, scandalized and confused, before it clicked.

"You knew."

Her father sighed. "Yes, I knew. It's hard to hide things like this from your parents, and people talk."

Ellen's lips trembled. Her parents knew. They knew.

"I am not disappointed, nor do I need you to do this. The deal is acceptable as it stands. You can come with me even if you decline to take part in this. I just thought that you might be interested."

Ellen mulled over his words. "Okay." She said. I'll come with you, and decide when I meet her."

He nodded. "I couldn't expect anything more. Now eat, it's a long carriage ride ahead of us, and while I've had some snacks packed, we won't be getting a proper lunch."

Ellen handed the letter back to him and loaded up her own plate.

After breakfast, Ellen went Jane's room with Jane, and had Jane braid her hair.

"I could lend you some perfume or makeup if you want." Jane offered as she braided.

"No need." Ellen sighed. "I'll be fine."

"What about a massage to relax the muscles? Or -"

"Jane. Please." Ellen raised her hands to bury her face in them while moving her neck as little as possible. "I'll be fine. It's not a big deal. It's not like losing is any worse than not participating for us. Besides, I've yet to meet anyone even close to my skill. It will be fine."

"A sister worries." Jane murmured. "And I couldn't have offered before, because we were still not mentioning it, but ever time you left at night, I... Well. There are stories, of what some do to those they defeat in sexfights."

Ellen sighed again. "I'll put that in the rules: no punishment round. That way, I will come back safe no matter what."

Once the braid was finished, Jane hugged her. "I'll be waiting for you to return triumphant."

"I will." Ellen hugged her back. "Maybe I'll bring you home a trophy."

The conversation turned to lighter topics after that as the two sisters returned to the dining room, Ellen's mother having already packed her luggage.

The carriage ride was silent, as Ellen took a nap to catch up on sleep and her father perused the paperwork regarding the negotiations, and thus time passed swiftly.

Even what little of the city they saw before they entered the merchant's manor was wonderful, and Ellen was already excited about exploring it once she dealt with the business ahead of her.

But then they entered the manor, and were ushered in for dinner.

The adults sat across from each other, and so did Ellen and another girl about her age, who was introduced as Beatrice Blackwood, though they sat at a distance from the adults.

"I'm going to fuck your dad, peasant." Beatrice whispered with gleeful malice, loud enough for Ellen to hear but not for anyone else.

"Actually, I will be fighting on his behalf, so you'll get fucked by me." Ellen whispered back, delighting in seeing Beatrice's eyes slightly widen in shock, then annoyance.

"Sure. I'll fuck you into submission, then." Beatrice whispered furiously, and Ellen felt a weak kick to her foot. No, not a kick. The foot ran up Ellen's leg, and Ellen realised Beatrice was trying to get to Ellen's pussy and soften her up before the fight.

Two could play that game, Ellen decided, and slipped off her own shoes in order to fend off Beatrice's foot with her own and return the favor.

Neither of them allowed themselves to show any reaction, but Beatrice managed to rub away at Ellen's cunt for quite a while, and it felt better than most could ever achieve against her, despite being done through socks, pants, and panties.

Ellen did manage to strike back, however, and while her own assault was much shorter, since Beatrice wore a skirt, Ellen could push her panties aside and rub her cunt with only her socks being between her toes and Beatrice's pussy.

When the meal concluded, they all got up as if nothing had ever happened. The adult merchants went into a separate room to discuss further, while Ellen and Beatrice retreated into Beatrice's room to continue their battle away from prying eyes.

"Your footwork isn't bad, for a dirt-covered peasant." Beatrice mused. "But that's all you'll get. Now it's time for you to cum and submit to me."

"I suppose for a rich stuck up brat, you do have some skill with your feet. But it won't be enough against me. Don't worry, you'll love every second." Ellen fired back.

Beatrice grinned. "If you're so confident, how about a bet? Winner owns the loser for a day."

Ellen hesitated. "Ah, I promised my sister there wouldn't be a punishment round, to make sure I will come back safe."

"That only matters if you lose, no?" Beatrice continued goading Ellen.

"No, no, I promised there wouldn't be a punishment round, not that I wouldn't suffer a punishment round." Ellen explained, embarrassed by the whole affair.

"Bah, fine. A day of ownership, and the right to say no to anything sexual." Beatrice sighed, her mood slightly dimmed by haggling like this.

Ellen smiled. "Sure, you're on. And thanks."

That left Beatrice spluttering. "'Thanks'?! Ah, whatever. Get over her so I can make you cum, dirt farmer.

"And so the fight was on.They met on the bed, stripping each other of their clothes, gently. They both knew explaining their dresses' demise would be difficult, and if one of them started, the other would retaliate. This extended to an unwritten and subconscious agreement to not rough each other up in visible ways, lest there be questions.

Once they were naked, they measured each other up.Neither looked particularly strong, though their looks were deceiving in this regard, at least as far as Ellen was concerned on account of her power.

They both had long hair, Beatrice having shoulder length glistening blonde hair and Ellen having ginger hair, vibrant in colour, that reached her waist even while braided.

Both of them had blue eyes, Ellen's bright, clear, and cheerful, while Beatrice's were dark blue and exuded arrogance.

The main difference were their body shapes. Ellen was lithe, thin everywhere except her buttocks, which were nicely rounded. In contrast, Beatrice had an unbalanced figure, a bit less lithe and sporting a massive chest.

Beatrice chuckled and thrust her big tits forward, slamming into Ellen's modest pair, intending in equal parts to topple Ellen and to humiliate her.

"And you thought you could beat me? I guess even boobs are worse out in the countryside." The amateurish insult stung more than Ellen would care to admit.

What stung more was the fact that after some pushing and grinding, Beatrice did manage to topple Ellen onto the bed.

Having proven her tits superior, Beatrice decided next in line was her pussy, and so she softly rubbed her crotch against Ellen's, to assess her wetness.

Ellen could have escaped at this point. She could have probably escaped even without using her power. Her hands were not pinned, and Beatrice didn't put any weight on her yet.

But Ellen was incensed. This rich hussy thought she was better? That the titfight proved anything? Ellen would prove her wrong. She had to, else she wouldn't live it down (the fact that no one except the two of them knew didn't cross her mind).

And so Ellen, instead of trying to escape the disadvantageous position, accepted it with open arms, and ground against Beatrice's crotch in return.

As the two women ground against each other, Ellen started panting. This made Beatrice grin, as she saw her victory approach, and her grin grew wider and wider as Ellen's panting became harsher and harsher.

Seeing that her victory was far from assured, Ellen gritted her teeth and used her power to grind against Beatrice harder, endure the dribbling for longer, and sit up, so that the position is more equal.

While this sudden surge was enough to leave Beatrice wide eyed and panting, it was not enough to completely decide their battle.The two cocky and competitive girls kept on scissoring, their moans echoing in the room and intermingling until it was impossible to tell which moan came from which throat as they got louder and lewder, glaring daggers at each other the whole time.

In the end, Ellen's blessing proved too powerful to be overcome, and allowed her to outlast Beatrice, much to Ellen's satisfaction and Beatrice's shame.

It allowed Ellen to outlast Beatrice by one second, Ellen's orgasmic screams following immediately after Beatrice's, both girls slumping on the bed.

Beatrice raised herself to her elbows. "You fought well, hhah~, I have to admit, hahh~, but I won~. You weren't a match for me~, dirt peasant~." She taunted Ellen, mixing in the minimum amount of praise needed to not expose herself to retaliation in the form of 'this dirt peasant made you cum, though'.

Ellen also got up to her elbows, and then sat up. "What made you think I was done~?" She smirked at Beatrice even as she panted, her power having drained her more than she expected. Luckily for her, it seemed the exertion of their battle so far and the shock of Ellen just getting up left Beatrice worse off.

Beatrice tried to respond, to spit some insult and get back in the game, but Ellen crawled over and put a finger between her lips, silencing her.

Then that finger hooked itself in the corner of Beatrice's miuth, intruding into it, and serving as the perfect distraction for her other hand to slide down to Beatrice's pussy.

As Beatrice started moaning and flailing, trying to escape her newfound terrible situation, Ellen removed her finger from Beatrice's mouth to make space for her tongue and moved it again, this time to Beatrice's chest, where her hand closed around the soft flesh and her thumb teased Beatrice's stiff nipple.

The combination of Ellen's fingering, groping, kissing, and suddenly dominant position left Beatrice moaning and helpless.

"Mhmhpf~! Mmhhmmh~!" Beatrice struggled, her muffled moans invigorating Ellen. Her hands clawed desperately at Ellen's rear, her nails digging into her soft, bubbly butt, leaving marks.

But Ellen endured, softly moaning into Beatrice's mouth but otherwise unscathed.

She did not let such a thing go unpunished, however, as her thumb rubbed and ground forcefully against Beatrice's nipple, making her moans reach a higher pitch in pleasure and desperation.

She also moved her hand on Beatrice's pussy, grinding her palm against Beatrice's clit even as her fingers pistoned in and out of her.

It was too much, and Beatrice reached her climax once more, drenching Ellen's fingers, her moans swallowed by their kiss.

Drained by her consecutive orgasms, Beatrice went limp and fell on the bed, and then didn't rise, fully spent.

Panting, Ellen grinned as she leaned over vanquished foe. "It seems I have you for a day~." She cooed. "Well~. First you'll be my pillow, then I'll spank your ass for daring to mark mine with your nails, then we'll get down there and have you convince your daddy, and then you're going to guide me around the city."

Beatrice sighed. "As you say." She grumbled, annoyed and humiliated (and simultaneously dreading and anticipating her spanking, not that she would admit it), but not delusional enough to dispute the result.

"Good~." Ellen laid her head down on Beatrice's ample chest and closed her eyes. "I'm looking forward to it~."