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.

A glossary:

Blessed:

A blessed is usually faster and stronger than a regular person, but they are always much tougher, their skin deflecting blades with ease. Indeed, with very few exceptions, blessed cannot be entirely subdued with violence. Instead, the blessed are subdued by being fucked into submission. Hence, when multiple blessed fight, it almost always takes the form of a sexfight.

Not only strength and durability are augmented, however. Most blessed are more conventionally attractive than the average person, with many sporting unusual proportions. Another area of alteration is their sexual organs, which are changed to facilitate the sexual combat which is expected of the blessed, allowing many actions and tactics that would cause injury or even death on normal people, such as using objects entirely unsuitable for such use as dildos, or insertion of a penis larger than the vaginal opening, to be executed without issue or even much discomfort.

The blessed are also mentally altered by the forces granting the blessings. A blessed will very rarely object to sex, especially when their partner is another blessed, and often seek it out.

Luststone:

A material often used by and against blessed. While the skin of a blessed can turn regular weapons, a luststone weapon, while not inflicting injury, does inflict pleasure, making it the weapons of choice for many sexfighters.

This is a second part of a story, and continues directly after it. If you start here, you will be confused.

Previously...

...they had finally decided they were far enough to take a breather and consider how they were going to fuck their 'partner in crime' into unconsciousness and abscond with the artifact, and for a few minutes they indeed were safe there, at the shore of a dark lake. But, then, they were disturbed by approaching footsteps.

And with another exchanged glance, they turned to see the new threats to all their plans.

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The footsteps soon gave way to two people, and the two cultists tensed as the newest obstacles came into view.

Flamebearer recognized both of the newcomers as members of the church of the Giving Light, which she had just stolen the artifact from.

They recognized it, too. No words were exchanged, but everyone knew that only one pair would walk out of this confrontation, the other would be left fucked silly on the shore.

The Flamebearer sprung into action, facing off against one of the church's priests. He was blonde, and had a muscular build, but what prompted her to choose him as her opponent was the golden thread on his pure white shirt sewn into the shape of a sun, and the sparks trailing his hands.

He was clearly a fire mage, and she'd be damned if she didn't put this insult to fire (as that is what all fire mages not associated with the Flame were, in her eyes) in his place.

He was unarmed, relying on his flames to deal with his opponents.

This was a big mistake, as the Flamebearer's hair wove through the air, and through her mastery of flame she uses her burning locks to redirect the fire away from her as her sickle the front of his shirt and pants in tatters.

Exchanging glares, the two both lunge, their bodies clashing.

Despite the Flamebearer's fierceness, however, his well-built body had weight on it's side, and she ended up under him.

Grinning, he grabbed her hands, leering as he lined up his cock with her pussy, taking her thrashing to mean fear.

He was wrong. As he pinned her, her hair flew, the braid wrapping around his neck, and the shining locks closing on his balls.

Gritting his teeth, he laid down on her to keep her still, and thrust deep inside, letting their blessings handle things like lubrication for him as he pumped deep into her in a single minded effort to break her before her hair could break him.

She smirked as her pussy tightened around him, her hair sending tingles through his body as it burned. It wasn't all in her favour, though, as every fourth stroke pushed deep into her, deeper than she was prepared for, and left her biting back moans.

And it slowly started to look like he would manage to bring her down, as every fourth stroke turned into every third, and then every other.

As she realized her suddenly precarious position, the Flamebearer struggled, and with a cry turned both herself and her opponent over.

Their new position was far more precarious for her opponent, as now gravity was against him when thrusting, and she could ride him, giving her another avenue of attack in addition to her hair.

"Seems like the Flame is better than the Giving Light." The Flamebearer taunted the fire mage.

Then she she lifted her hips and dropped her pussy onto his cock again, slowly speeding up, making sure to always go a little faster than he was.

The fire mage found, to his astonishment and aroused terror, that he couldn't roll her over like she did him. Somehow, despite him being a well-built man and her being rather lithe, she was stronger.

She could tell he had this realization and smirked.

Then, she decided to take a risk to end the fight early, and possibly manage to swipe the artifact while the Herald was fighting his opponent - she let go of his hands, instead pulling on his nipples.

The combination of her burning hair, riding him, and pulling on his nipples left him moaning, his deep voice echoing around the shore.

It also, however, left his hands free. He could have tried to roll her over again, but that would just have her roll them over too.

So, instead, he took advantage of the close range, and the fact her hair was busy, and grabbed her tits before calling flame to his hands.

The Flamebearer gasped as her chest coverings burned and she felt the familiar pleasing sting of flames. Combined with his strong, rough hands groping her tits, she shuddered with every touch.

"You sure about who's fire is superior, cunt?" He taunted her back.

She could have grabbed his hands again, probably. It would be the simplest way to ensure her victory.

It would also mean implying that she is not good enough to win even while on top, and worse, that his flames are better than hers. It would mean leaving his challenge unanswered. That was unacceptable to her.

"In your dreams, maybe." And so she grit her teeth, riding him, wrapping her burning hair around his body, and playing with his nipples, while trying to endure his thrusting and his groping and his fire on her tits and nipples.

Their battle continued, the Flamebearer continuously upping the speed of her ride and the fire mage matching her, again and again. While he managed to meet her in speed, he faltered in stamina, as not too long after he started to ravage her tits with his flame, she made him cum into her pussy.

On the other side of the camp, the Herald faced off against a young paladin bearing a golden two handed sword, who also seemed to be from the Giving Light church.

"S-surrender to the Giving light! It isn't too late for you!" Unlike the fire mage, the paladin was interested in talking.

The Herald was not, however. With a gesture, darkness surrounded them, but the paladin had a countermeasure: her sword started to give off soft, golden light.

In the light, he could see her eyes, deep purple, like her flowing locks, opened wide in shock and fear.

"You don't have to do this! Y-you can still be redeemed!" Despite her fear, she continued to try to convince him. The light of her sword dispelled the darkness enough to allow her words to be heard.

Not interested, the Herald went on the attack with his short sickle and his rope, which he used as a whip.

His sickle tore her clothes open, revealing an adorable and soft body, while his rope made her yelp and blush with every stinging crack against her now exposed tits.

However, her own sword landed blows, cutting lines into the cloth of on his torso and leaving behind golden lines in his body which radiated warmth and soft pleasure throughout his body.

They exchanged blows, again and again - her reach was greater, but he had an easier time to slip by her blade due to the darkness that surrounded them - until a misstep by her left her stumbling and crashing into him, their weapons falling from their hands and scattering on the beach, but her longsword still shone, giving enough light for them to see and hear each other.

Her position on top of him gave her an advantage, and her longer reach left him worse off in the battle of weapons, which meant that when she recovered from her surprise and grasped for his cock, he offered no resistance at first.

"S-see? The Giving light can give you anything you want!" She resumed her speech, which, ironically, was what broke the spell.

"S-so submit to - kyah~!" She yelped as his hands grabbed her chest. Her yelp turned into a moan as his firm hands abused her soft, supple breasts.

"N-no~! I won't be bested this easily!" She forcefully shut her mouth, doing her best approximation of a stern face (resulting in an adorable pout).

But neither the tactile sensation of her chest or her adorable pout were enough to sway the Herald, who kept up the pressure, squeezing her boobs and playing with her nipples.

She tried to retaliate and keep up by jerking him off, her soft hands somewhat making up for how lacking in skill she was, but it wasn't enough to even things out.

Just groping her was not enough for the Herald either, however. After all, the idea that the one who finishes with their opponent first will get a headstart was not rocket science.

And so he rolled her over, prompting another yelp, and then freed his cock from her fingers, lining it up with her pussy as he grabbed her thighs.

"N-no~! N-not there~! ...O Giving light, you who guides us, grant me sanctuary from the evils of the world..." She moaned in a panic, then started praying, which just made him thrust into her even more eagerly.

And get stuck.

Despite the cloth being gone, there was something there, something that felt rather odd. Not like flesh, but like the surface tension of water.

"And allow us to live in peace, and return the lost to your warm embrace..." She kept praying, though the pleasure in her voice gave way to smug satisfaction.

He withdrew and tried again, but whatever barrier was preventing him from penetrating and ravaging her did not give way even on his second attempt. After this failed attempt, he let go of her thighs and grabbed her chest again.

As he resumed playing with her soft boobs, moans started to creep into her prayer: "F-for us and the lost we - hhmm~ - we pray, a-aahhnd~ for the strength to o-overrrmmmhhm~! O-overcome those who oppose us - khhiyiahhn~! O-oppose us and would attempt t-to~ corrupht~! C-corrupt us!"

As she moaned, the barrier preventing him from thrusting inside weakened.

Seeing an opportunity, he grabbed her throat, choking her, and grabbed a handful of her deep purple hair and yanked on it.

Whether it was the surprise, the cut off air, or the domination implied by his hair pull that stopped jer prayer was unclear.

It did stop, however, and the barrier disappeared, letting his cock plunder her pussy unhindered.

She blushed adorably as he ravaged her, and screamed in pleasure. Even when her scream ended, her endless stream of moans left her in no position to resume her prayer.

His hands travelled back to her chest and hip, groping her squishy butt and playing with her nipples.

In combination with the way he pounded her pussy, she was utterly helpless.

It did take quite a while to make her cum and submit, though, and his cock was throbbing by the time she clenched around it in orgasmic bliss.

The two finished at about the same time. Seeing she couldn't get a headstart, the Flamebearer took the artifact as the Herald gathered his things, and they headed further down the shore.

After an hour of walking, she sat down to rest her legs.

The Herald made no moves to take the artifact, taking the chance to rest too.

Silence fell on the duo, and eventually, the Flamebearer decided to break it.

"So, what now?" She asked.

The Herald stayed silent.

"I don't suppose you'll let me take the artifact?"

Silence.

"Can you even speak?"

More silence.

"Okay, that's it. I'm fucking you silly, taking the artifact, and making you moan while I am at it."

There was rustling as he stood up, and the battle was on.

He rushed her, casting his usual darkness spell, and her hair shone through it, just like the last time.

This time, however, she suddenly tucked them behind her back, betting on him not seeing either in the darkness, and slid behind him. Whether her success was due to him not seeing her or her speed was uncertain.

What was not uncertain, however, was the way she wrapped herself around his back. Her legs were around his waist, one of her arms around his neck and the other on his cock, jerking him off. Her hair wrapped itself around his legs and balls, as everything else was covered by his clothes.

He stumbled, trying to pull her off. At first, he tried to grab her hair and yank her off his back by it, but she just dodged with it.

Then he went for her hands, and while he made her handjob a lot more complicated for her, she managed to keep it up and stay on him.

His final solutions was jumping and letting himself land on his back.

She realized his plan quickly, and managed to escape, but had to leg go of his back and cock. As he landed on his back, she decided to take the opportunity and climbed on top of him, using the light coming from her hair to line up his cock with her pussy before starting to ride him.

Instead of trying to push her off, he grabbed her hips, lifting them up and down in tandem with his thrusts into her.

Gritting her teeth and accepting the unspoken challenge, she grabbed his hands, hindering him somewhat, while slamming her thighs down on him as hard as she could.

Her hair wrapped itself around his legs and balls and the base of his cock again - no need to change a working strategy, after all.

With both of them still somewhat pent up from their earlier fights, it took no time for them to push each other to the edge.

The Flamebearer grit her teeth, gasping with each drop, but unrelenting.

"Fucking! Cum! And! Moan already!" She punctuated her words with her drops.

He didn't answer yet again, just trying to match her ferocity, and ultimately failing as the next collision of their bodies made him cum, his seed flooding into her in defeat.

She relaxed on him. "Still didn't make you moan, but progress." She smirked, confident in her victory.

He used her arrogance to grab her waist and throw her off of him, toward the water. Before she could shake off her surprise, he picked her up and slammed her into the shore, sending her hair flying into the lake.

It hit the water, and the Flamebearer realized with horror that the hair soaked in the water, growing too heavy to move by itself. As if that wasn't enough, it also doused the flames, leaving her in complete darkness with the exception of the Herald's inhuman eyes.

And then, at the height of her panic and feelings of helplessness, he thrust into her defenseless cunt.

Surprised, demoralised, still on the edge from the previous round, and with a much worse position than last time, her climax was a foregone conclusion.

She held off for surprisingly long, gritting her teeth and biting back moans, before he finally forced them out of her, only for them to be muffled by the darkness, but, soon enough, she arched in his grasp, cumming on his hard rod.

He wasn't done with her, however, not making her mistake. Instead, he swiftly took his rope, which he retrieved after his fight with the paladin, and flipped her over.

Her hair was still in the water and her face just above the surface, though she couldn't see it, and possibly neither could he, now that the light was gone.

The pit of helplessness opened even deeper - she was being taken doggy style, her hands tied behind her back, her fire out, and having just climaxed.

And he showed no signs of slowing down. A hand grasped her tied up wrists, pulling on them, and his other hand found her ass. He groped it at first, then stopped. Before she could give voice to her relief, the hand landed back on her ass with a sharp smack as he spanked her - once, twice, again and again as she lost count, her humiliating moans and groans muffled by the darkness around her.

As he continued to rail her, taking her helpless body and breaking it around his cock, she arched back, helped along by the tugging on her bound arms. There was a moment where he let go of her hands and stopped spanking her, leaving her gasping in relief, but then he grabbed her hips, ramming himself even deeper into her.

It was too much.

With an embarrassing squeal (which, too, was muffled, making the embarrassment all the worse), she climaxed again, and then again immediately, and again, until she lost count.

After more time than she could count in her state (less than half an hour, really), she was truly, utterly drained. He came into her a few times as well, of course, but unlike her, he was still in a state to continue (though, to be fair, he made her cum at least twice as much as she made him).

Dispelling the darkness, he threw her onto the beach, taking the artifact and stumbling away, leaving her spent and drained.

But as her hair dried out, and she regained consciousness a few hours later, her hair relit itself, and she found his tracks.

While he may have beaten her, he hadn't broken her.

She would have her revenge, she vowed to herself, and set off after him.

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A few notes:

First: the story was supposed to have her revenge as well, but then I realized he would have left her very badly off (and it was getting long). You probably haven't seen the last of this duo, though.

Second: Next chapter will be (hopefully) up on 21st of October. Depending on how fast writing it goes and how busy I will be, I might transition to a biweekly posting schedule after that.

Third: A reminder that if you want to see any characters again, just let me know in whatever feedback option you have on the site this is published on.