[Catscarlisle]

A Duel of Desire


As the sun set upon the desert sands, the Arab Princess reached up for the cup of tea that her servant had just poured her, sipping with joy as she smiled at the handsome Prince sitting beside her. 

This was Princess Sophia, a youthful beauty of twenty two years with long tresses of black hair and olive skin befitting a Middle-Eastern complexion.

“For you, my dear Sophia,” the Prince smiled back at her before handing over a golden box, with an assortment of gifts in it, “Open it, my love.”

As she opened the box, Sophia found an array of luxurious perfumes and silk dresses, as well as shiny jewelry and exotic flowers that would make even the most reserved of women burst with excitement.

Holding up her gifts as she pranced around the royal garden, the Arab beauty could not restrain herself as she kissed her lover on the lips, wrapping her arms around him in appreciation.

Such was Sophia’s perfect day, spending an afternoon in secret rendezvous with her beloved suitor all to herself.  And now, the two retreated to her private chambers to spend the night together.

Inside, their hands clasped and their lips met once more before the Prince entered Sophia with his manhood.  What was but a warm and reasonably calm day turned into a fiery and passionate evening.

Shortly after they finished sharing their passions, the Prince retreated into his bathing quarters to freshen up while Sophia sat in her bed as she perused through her box of gifts.  And that was when Sophia’s curiosity got the best of her.

Wanting to see if more gifts awaited her, the Arab princess took a moment to explore the contents of her lover’s personal belongings.

Amid the clothing in his bags, as if nestled almost deliberately, were several strands of long, golden hair.  Sophia’s lips parted in shock as this discovery quickly tugged at her heartstrings.

The Arab beauty immediately flashed a cursory glance at a stack of documents on the nearby mahogany table, sifting through the pile of unimportant papers and books until she could see a pile of letters in between the Prince’s private journal.  One in particular caught her eye - it made several references to an “Princess Emma”, clearly a caucasian whore from the North:

“Princess Emma, I hope to meet with you again.  I will see you soon.”

A rush of anger surged through her veins, and an ominous cloud of betrayal overshadowed the love she felt for the Prince.  This Emma bitch appeared to be weaving a dangerous liaison with her lover!

Rather than take her anger at the Prince, Sophia deduced that the blonde harlot must have manipulated him into this meeting.  After all, the letters mentioned nothing of the romantic sort.   At least, not yet.  Regardless, it was her duty to keep this whore at bay.

The bronze skinned beauty began scribbling an impulsive and threatening message.  Her calligraphy was near perfect with the exception that it carried a sharp edge to it as Sophia firmly clasped the quill in her hand and inscribed in bold, sweeping strokes:


"Emma,

Your audacity to encroach on my love will not bear you any fruit.  Beware!  For the heart of the Prince is mine alone. 

Know your place and stay away, whore.  Your attempts to steal what is rightfully mine shall lead you down a path you wish you hadn't embarked upon.  Retract immediately before it's too late!

- Sophia"


Having poured out her wrath in words, Sophia took the golden strands of hair and wrapped them within the letter.  Then, she tied the crimson ribbon around the letter and sealed it with the insignia of her royal family. 

Walking into the hall with a determined scorn, she handed over the letter to her most trusted servant.

"Send this to Princess Emma, the blonde from the North," Sophia instructed, “Make no mention of this to anyone!”

With a nod, the servant disappeared into the night and Sophia was left with her wounded pride.  And yet, a fiery anger burned deeply within her.



All the while, nestled in the snowy expanse of the country, a blonde haired beauty sat in a tufted chair made of oak as she combed her golden mane of hair and parsed through her assortment of letters.

This was Emma. 

Immediately, the blonde found herself bewildered as she held, in her hands, an unexpected letter from an Arab Princess she had never even met before.  Emma unraveled the seal with trembling hands, her bright blue eyes widening as the threatening words flashed before her.

 "An Arab whore," Emma muttered to herself, her eyes filled with disbelief as anger flashed across her face, “To think she would make such accusations and challenge me.” 

Soon, pride filled her heart.  Who was this Sophia to accuse her like this?  Startled from the surprising turn of events, her chest pounded as she grappled with the visceral allegations. 

Then, her eyes hardened with an icy glare.

Never before had Emma been spoken to with such disdain and yet, this stranger clearly held enough vitriol towards her that she had targeted the blonde princess specifically.  Perhaps it was the case of a mistaken identity.  But it was not likely.  Emma knew that, sooner or later, someone would have dared to challenge her beauty.  Of which, she was the kind to attract someone as handsome as the Prince.  Independent of that, such vile behavior towards her was not to be tolerated to begin with.

After several minutes, a calm washed over Emma and chased away her initial shock.  For every action, there was an equal but opposite reaction.  And this Sophia was no exception.

She would have to teach this Arab Princess a lesson.

Grabbing her own quill, the blonde beauty began penning her own response, her heart resolute as her words flowed onto the parchment.


"Sophia,

It is intriguing to know of you - even if in such twisted circumstances.

But before you dare attempt to intimidate me with your deeds, do remember that it is the knight who chooses his lady, not the other way around.

My Prince cherishes my presence because I provide him not only with genuine companionship but also with the sweet leisure he desires.   There is no greater pleasure he experiences except under the embrace of my bosom.

But do not mistake his pleasantry for preference.  Trying to stake your claim on the Prince's heart through threats to me only exhibits your desperation to match me when it is clear he has chosen to be with me.

And as for you?  The thought of him favoring an Arab whore such as yourself only evokes laughter.

Know your own place, my dear Sophia.

Your threats do not frighten me.  Instead, you have armed me with a renewed conviction.  He is mine because he chose me.  Don't play with fire, sweetheart.  It might burn you.


Yours truly, Emma."


Emma folded the letter and sealed it with her personal emblem before handing it off to be taken to Princess Sophia.  She held her head high, confident in her conviction.  And yet, she was uncertain of the storm she had just summoned.

It brought a thrill to her.


Receiving the letter had all the same chills of a dish served cold.  And yet seeing Emma's words filled Sophia like fuel to a fire.

The timing could not have been more infuriating as it was fresh after their intimacy when the Prince had announced that he had to leave for his next destination and was gone the night before.

As the Arab beauty's dark eyes skimmed through Emma’s words, the blonde bitch’s audacity hit her like a punch.  With a clenched jaw and crossed arms, she paced around her chamber.

What did Emma know of the nights that she spent with the Prince?  Of their shared moments of pleasure?  How could this caucasian whore even compare to her?

Sophia ensured the anger simmering in her was quelled before picking up her quill to pen her reply.


"Emma,

Your pitiful tone makes me laugh.  I never knew that merely being an object of his lust could make one so arrogant.  Perhaps it's a common trait among you Northerners as you spread your legs for all to see.

You talk about the knight choosing his lady.  Do remember, whore, that it is the queen who rules the kingdom while the knight merely serves him.  He chooses me because he sees the queen in me while you remain his cheap plaything!

Every night, as he succumbs to my hidden valleys and peaks, features you would know little of, he calls my name out in pleasure.  He dreams of me and he forgets about the world outside.  Especially you.

I wonder if he even remembers you in his dreams as he does me?  From his lips, it seems not.  You are a mere afterthought.

Why, because the Prince's kingdom of dreams belongs to the woman he serenades under the moonlit sky....his Arab princess!  His heart doesn't yearn for a plain blonde companion!

It yearns for passion, for love, for a woman who can match the fire within him. 

You must understand Emma, the Prince and I share a connection far deeper and more profound than anything you can provide him.  I am the compass of his heart and he always veers in my direction, even if he wanders for a brief moment.  If you don't believe me, ask him where his heart truly belongs.  I guarantee you that you will be disappointed.

It's time you accept reality, Emma.  You're merely a pawn in a bigger game.  Just as the sands in an hourglass, your time is running out, and it is better to retreat before you are finished.

Mind you, this will be your first and last warning. 

Choose your actions wisely…..or face the wrath of a desert storm.


- Sophia."


With a triumphant smirk resting on her lips, Sophia sealed her letter.  She knew how to play this game too and Emma had no idea what she had just invited into her life.  Sophia was going to make sure of that.



Emma received the Arab beauty's letter with an icy calm.  But it was clear, even to Emma’s lady-in-waiting, Ilsa, that she was simmering underneath.  Ilsa had been serving Emma for years and the two were more like sisters than mistress and servant.

The older woman watched as Emma leisurely paced around her plush chambers, her fingers pressing against the letter.  Never before had Ilsa seen Emma so perturbed, so vulnerable. She was like a delicate flower and a forceful gust of wind all at once.  For Ilsa, she worried that the latter would tear apart the former.

"Emma," Ilsa finally broke the silence, her gaze soft yet piercing.  "What troubles you, my lady?"

With a sigh, Emma relayed what had transpired.  The Prince, the letters, the accusations, the threats of retaliation.  Everything that occurred in recent weeks.

Ilsa could understand why Emma was so distraught.  It wasn't simply a lover's tiff.  It was about her pride, about who she was as a woman and as a lover.

For a moment, the room fell silent.  The only sound heard was the flickering crackle of the fireplace and crinkling of paper. 

Just then, an idea sparked in Ilsa's mind.

"My lady," the lady in waiting began, taking a breath as she paused, "Forgive me if what I suggest is rather blasphemous.  But hear me out!  In the olden years, noble princesses between various households would duel for their honor, for their love.  Why don't you challenge this Princess Sophia to a duel?"

Emma seemed taken back at first.  And yet, she could see the spark of curiosity there.

"A duel?" Emma pondered, her icy blue eyes thoughtful yet hesitant at such a radical suggestion.

"Not just any duel, my lady," Ilsa interjected again with a daring smirk, "No.  This would be a duel that is....pleasing to the Prince.  Feminine and seductive.  And then, perhaps, we would know where his heart truly lies."

"What do you mean?" 

A clear bewilderment had painted over Emma's features, causing Ilsa to act coyly before leaning in closer.

"Clearly, what you both are fighting for is his heart.  His love.  And of course, his manhood, isn't that so, my lady?"

Ilsa measured each word, making sure to emphasize the last part while watching Emma's reaction closely. 

“A duel in the nude,” stated Ilsa, with firm conviction.

The pale skin on Emma’s cheeks reddened in reaction.  But the blonde princess looked at her lady-in-waiting for a moment until shock turned into realization.

"A duel, in the nude?" Emma muttered the scandalous idea aloud, as if to herself.  It was so delectable yet so obscene at the same time.

"Yes!  A duel in the nude and then, we shall see who the Prince truly longs for.  Let him freely decide whose body pleases him most.  And whose presence gives him the most comfort!  How does the idea sound to you, my lady?”

Emma stood up from her chair and finally looked directly towards Ilsa.  Her lips turned into a sharp smirk.

"To challenge and defeat the Arab whore in a challenge she believes she can not lose?  A duel….in the nude.  It sounds perfect.”

With that, Emma began crafting her letter.


That night, as she waited for the Prince in her private quarters, Emma found herself nervously fiddling with her fine silk pillows, her usually sparkling blue eyes looking unusually distracted. 

The room was ripe with the exotic scent of jasmine - no doubt, from the candles that the Prince had prepared for her before she entered…..which, no doubt, had been procured from far off desert lands. 

Finally, the door creaked open to reveal the Prince.  Their eyes met and the air seemed to settle into a serene calmness. 

Undressing the extravagant clothing that her lady in waiting had prepared for her earlier, the garment fell to the ground, revealing Emma’s slender body and the naked glow of her flawless pale skin. 

The Prince stood back and simply admired her silhouette in the dim candlelight before his fingertips finally reached out to her figure.  As his strong, warm hands began exploring every inch of her body, their lips started tasting one another in a dance of desire. 

Emma was an enchantress, drawing the Prince in with her raw, sensual allure.   

His hands wandered from her perky bosom, down her stomach, and paused at her hips before stopping in between her delicate flower.  Then, his fingers traced and spread her down below as he lowered himself and began to devour her.

As each of his kisses left a blazing trail and each touch of his tongue evoked a gasping breath from the blonde, Emma seemed lost in her own world as she received his love in full measure.  All the while, his lips drank in her cries of joy.

As the Prince neared Emma with the desire of entering her with his manhood, his hand grazed her delicate skin, setting it ablaze with his soft touch.  His hands traced her curves and relished in every dip, every rise, and every line before locking forth with her fingers.  Soon, his manhood found her flower and she melted in his arms.  Their bodies melded together like two separate parts of a puzzle, moving in synchronized rhythm as they drew breaths. 

And yet, the Prince stopped when he sensed his lover’s hesitation. 

This was abnormal.  Normally, she was a feast for his senses - the moans and the movements that only she could elicit from him.  Emma seemed lost in thought even while they made love.  Her normally fiery passion had been replaced by a nervousness that was as visible as a storm cloud in the middle of a clear sky. 

"Emma?”  The Prince whispered, his soft voice cutting through the drawn-out silence, "Pray tell, my dear, what is wrong?  You seem distracted.”

A thousand thoughts danced through Emma’s head. 

Breaking their silent exchange and perhaps prematurely ending their intimacy that night, Emma muttered, “I've been thinking….”

The Prince raised his brows in concern, visibly surprised and uncertain at what he had or hadn’t done. 

Emma, then, took a deep breath before turning towards him and slowly whispering, “I’ve been thinking.  Of a way to complete your love."

The Prince blinked in surprise, taking a moment to comprehend Emma's words.

"Women fighting in the nude," Emma stated, bluntly.

An amused chuckle slipped from the Prince’s lips as he watched her with newfound curiosity.  Yet, he understood that there was something more to this and he intended to be patient as he leaned in towards her.

"I mean, hypothetically, if a man cared for two women and needed to make a decision over which one to love.  They should fight in the nude…over his cock.  I would suggest these two women fight over him, to prove their love.”

The Prince’s eyes widened.  A duel?  Why was she bringing this up?  But the thought intrigued him, nonetheless. 

“Imagine, my Prince,” Emme continued, “Two women fighting, an act of seduction as much as it is an act of warfare.  As their fingers claw at one another’s hips and bosoms.  Their palms open wide and ready to strike down their rival.  Their long legs tangled and spread…”

The Prince’s cock began to harden as images of naked women began to fill his head, grunting and falling upon one another as they struggled in combat over a man….over him. 

“Their gold and dark manes wet with perspiration as their bodies melded together in combat.” 

He could not help it.

As Emma continued speaking out, the Prince grabbed onto her and kissed her, clearly turned on.  The blonde princess returned the favor with her lips and soon, they began making love. 

The Prince brought his hands to her waist, pulling her closer and pressing her bare form against his.   His fingers tangled in her golden tresses while his other hand traveled down her back.  Then, he began thrusting with intense fervor.  As his fingers kneaded the soft flesh, eliciting a soft gasp from the blonde beauty below him, each movement of his hips drew moans of pleasure from Emma. 

Emma was very well aware of her effect on him.  As she jumped on top of him, her hands roved across his well defined body, pressing into his solid chest and trailing down his abdomen before reaching his throbbing arousal.

As images of bare naked women fighting over him sparked his imagination, the blonde princess could not help but notice how much more sensitive the Prince reacted to her touch. 

The Prince’s body twitched, shivered, and hardened at her caressing fingers.  It was as if she was strumming a musical instrument, her hands moving up and down the wood.

Emma’s palms began to inspect the long shaft of his manhood, entranced by the thickness of it and now, herself, enthralled by the idea of other women dueling over it.  Never before had such explicit thoughts crossed Emma's mind – being fantasized over and, in stark contrast, being threatened by the very idea of competition over her man. 

The Prince’s hips bucked up to meet her wandering hand as it led him into her vagina.  His hands pinched at her nipple, twirling it between his finger and thumb before hungrily wrapping his lips around it.  A primal growl rumbled from the base of the Prince’s chest as he thrust into her eager womanhood. 

Crying out, Emma’s nipples stiffened.  Partly, she imagined another woman latching onto her breast while she shoved her away from the Prince, both dueling over his cock.

The two lover’s bodies heaved in tandem with their breaths, creating a harmonious synchronization.   

No words were mentioned.  Their bodies spoke for them.  Desire, jealousy, excitement, and possessiveness all hung in the air as the two lovers carried forth their lovemaking.

The mention of two bare women dueling for his heart might have been a mere jest for all he knew.  But in this moment, it made the Prince crave Emma more than ever before.  And with the raw power and vitality of his manhood, he drove back into Emma, letting her know just how much she meant to him. 

In the silence of the night, the sleeping Prince lay sprawled in the vast bed.  Beneath the moon light, Emma was quiet not to awaken her lover as she slipped out of the bedroom and down the cold majestic corridors of the castle. 

Her heart was pounding in anxiety but also with excitement, at what she was now proposing in the letter.

Making her way towards Ilsa’s quarters, the icy chill of the night biting at her bare feet, Emma left her letter under the lady-in-waiting’s door.

Having received the mysterious scroll from a courier, Princess Sophia unraveled its contents with the flick of a wrist.  Her usual seductive temperament immediately shifted as she recognized the handwriting.

"Sophia,

It has come to my attention that the Prince, with whom you and I both fancy, has no desire to break the hearts of either of us.

Instead, let us make that decision simple for him.  I hereby challenge you to a duel.  More correctly, a duel in the nude, with her hands.  To prove our love to him.  Let the Prince be the witness and the judge.   Let him decide which woman truly deserves his love and his affection.

But know this, Sophia.  He will taste me, he will touch me, he will desire me, and he will express his love for me. 

If this bothers you, then let us settle this, once and for all.  For it is only fair to put matters of the heart before the Prince himself, is it not?

The winner will earn the right to keep him forever.  The loser, on the other hand?  Well, she will leave his life altogether.


Signed,

The Woman with Long Golden Hair from the North."


With her heart pounding in her chest, the Arab beauty felt a rush of anger flow through her veins.  The coyness, at which the Blonde signed her invitation, caused Sophia to throw the letter to the floor.

What twisted customs did they have in the North?  Did this whore intend to mock her?  How dare she make jests regarding the Prince’s love for her, reducing it more to a game of lust? 

But then, Sophia’s anger subsided and a sudden realization washed over her.  As her hand trembled, she could not help but clasp her fingers around her own dress, her loins suddenly feeling a wetness.

She understood.

The thought of her tearing several strands of golden hair and making the Northern woman submit to her, as a slave, all while she made love with the Prince.  It turned her on. 

Her body merely reacted subconsciously, causing the Arab beauty to smirk as she shut the door to her chambers and found a golden rod that the Prince had gifted her, the phallic object shaped in his image.

Emma did not know what she was in for. 

Sophia smirked, sealing her silent acceptance at the challenge as she placed the rod inside of her.  She would dominate the duel and put this Northern whore in her rightful place.  Then, the Prince and her would make love as Emma watched.

How sweet would that victory be?

Sophia’s eyes closed as she imagined the sight, letting the rod serve as a stimulator of her imaginations as she methodically shoved it in and out of her, rapidly increasing the pace as her excitement grew. 

This was not a battle she had anticipated.  But Princess Sophia intended to wage love and war.  And she intended to win.


"Emma,

My dear, what sweet little games you play.  I, hereby, accept your challenge to duel over our Prince.  I shall have my servant arrange a neutral place for our meeting.

Prepare your body, dear blonde.  For when you lose, I will surely have one more toy to play with.

I shall look forward to conquering you.”



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Some time later, the Prince received a letter from Sophia, bidding him to meet her for a secret rendezvous at one of his pleasure palaces. 

Intrigued by Sophia’s secret letter, promising him a night he would never forget, the Prince made his way to the estate.

Inside the main bedroom was an enormous four-poster bed, bathed in streams of sunlight pouring through the stained glass windows.  With the light illuminating their bodies, it would be the perfect stage to waste away the night in endless rounds of lovemaking.

Yet, the Prince was not prepared for what greeted his eyes as he made his way past the towering mahogany doors. 

It was not one but two princesses awaiting him.

Sophia stood to the Prince’s right, her olive skin shimmering beneath the glow of the candlelight while the long curtains of her ebony hair framed her fiery features, as if sketching the curvature of her body.  Her dark, seductive eyes gazed at him intensely as she bit her lips.

To his left was Emma.  Her golden curls softly tumbled down the curves of her slender back.  Her bright eyes sparkled and her lips curled into a smirk, as if immersing herself in the surprise that clearly tweaked on the Prince’s face.

"But…W-why are you both here?"

The Prince's voice trailed off as his bewildered eyes shifted between both women, the full weight of the situation slowly seeping into him.

Neither replied to his question.  Instead, both women wore determined expressions on their faces as they gazed at one another and began to undress in front of their lover.

As Emma unlaced her dress, her bright blue eyes shifted back to the Prince.

"My Prince,” the Blonde beauty informed, “I implore you to let us fight for you.  For your love.  For your cock.  Let me do you the honor."

Still processing the entire situation, the Prince watched as Sophia, too, began to disrobe.  His manhood twitched involuntarily as two of the most attractive women he’d ever met began to reveal their slender, naked forms in front of him.

"We shall fight, my love.  This is a duel.  A duel for your heart,” Sophia declared, shedding her silk robes.  Then, she gestured at the other princess before seductively latching onto the Prince’s broad shoulders, "Clearly, we both want you but only one of us is worthy."

"B-both of you agreed to this?"

Here were two princesses ready to fight over him, for his love.  In the nude.

“Indeed,” both women replied. 

As if on cue, Sophia and Emma began circling each other, their eyes locked in conflict as they continued removing the rest of their garments. “And may the best woman win.”

Intrigued by the promise of an erotic duel, the Prince nodded in agreement.

"It is true that I cannot decide between both of you.  I suppose this entire situation is my fault," the Prince muttered aloud.  “If only there were another option.  But alas, I suppose I shall have to respect the outcome.”

To his utter surprise, the Princesses had a different plan altogether!

“If we are to fight for your love, then you must also agree to participate,” demanded Sophia. “Your clothes must go, too!  Do not be shy, my love!  Your manhood, rallying like a flag…like a beacon in the night, will inspire me to defeat this common whore!”

Before the Prince could respond, Emma burst forth.

“I will not lose to this deceiving wench,” Emma retorted, “My Prince, please allow me this chance to defeat her in combat!  Take my hand and join me.  Let us embrace in love before the duel.”

“No!  Do not listen to her!  It is I who will pleasure you now.  And afterward, we shall enjoy the sweet taste of victory, in front of her fallen form.”

The Prince's heart pounded in his chest

Meanwhile, the two princesses began shedding their final garments in a provocative display.  Emma scoffed as she unhooked the rest of her lace bodice, revealing her perfectly round and perky C cup breasts.  Her golden hair fell in cascades around her shoulders as she shook her head. 

Not to be outdone, Sophia stepped out of her skirt, unveiling her sumptuous legs before she tossed her dark tresses over her shoulder with her hand, parading naked for the Prince as she flaunted her breasts, which were roughly the same size as Emma’s but fuller on her frame.

The Prince felt his arousal growing as the two women unveiled themselves with a striptease.

As he slowly removed his own clothing, he could not help but notice his erect manhood longing to be freed.  The tension in the room was undeniably high.  The naked princesses shot each other scornful glances, sneering and gritting their teeth at one another.

Suddenly enamored by the sight of the two women, a thought sparked in the Prince’s mind.  Perhaps, they were all behaving in haste?  Thrown into this moment between both, he felt the rise of a sensation he had not felt before - an urge to express his love to both Emma and Sophia at the same time rather than just one woman alone.

"Wait,” the Prince said, his voice cutting through the tension, "Instead of fighting each other, why don't both of you share the night with me, together?"

Silence fell across the room as Sophia and Emma paused at his words, their hardened gazes softened briefly at the possibility of sharing the night not only with the Prince but also with each other. 

The question was – would they accept the Prince’s proposition?

The Prince noticed that both princesses were taken by surprise.  To advance his proposition, he began walking over to the bed and set himself there, waiting for them.

The two women turned their noses upwards and shifted their attention away from each other and strutted forth, each attempting to outdo the other as their hips swayed from side to side.

Soon enough, all three sat atop the luxurious bed.

Neither of them knew how to react to the predicament.  The Prince sat, his hands equally reaching out for both women as a way of inviting them into his embrace.

 "Oh, it seems the Prince wishes for us to share him?"  Sophia quipped, her tone carrying a slight hint of provocation, her eyes locking onto her rival as she shouldered herself into the Prince’s chest.

"So it would seem," Emma replied, attempting to lean in closer to her man, "But I don't like sharing.  And I certainly don't like the thought of sharing him with an Arab whore."

“It seems we are in agreement, then, caucasian harlot!  After I am finished, you will be reduced to a common prostitute, wandering the street and begging for cheap scraps.”

Just as they shifted closer to the Prince, both women attempted to outmaneuver the other into being the first to kiss him.  Emma shoved Sophia away with her elbow, trying to snake her arm around the Prince’s neck as her lips moved closer to his.

"Not so fast, whore," Sophia rebuked her rival, pushing Emma back with force and causing the blonde to roll onto the other side of the bed.

But just as Emma fell to her side, she grabbed onto the darker skinned woman’s hair and pulled her along with her.

The two were splayed over the Prince as he lay sprawled out on the bed.  His manhood grew with every increasing action from the two women.  And without further hesitation, both women launched themselves towards the other, all atop the Prince.

Crawling like a prowling panther on the other side of the bed, the Arab Princess pushed the blonde away from the Prince and latched her lips onto his, securing the first kiss.

“My love, she is not worthy,” Sophia cooed.

The golden curls of Emma’s hair bobbed up and down as she pulled herself back into the Prince’s eyesight, her forearm shoving Sophia away as she kissed him in response.

But as Emma planted her lips on his face, she was only able to kiss her lover’s cheek before she was thrown aside.

The Prince watched in sheer disbelief as both women shoved one another, atop of him.  Their hands were tangled in each other’s hair as they pulled at one another’s manes, vying for dominance over him.

“You may have the Prince blinded with your false beauty but I see clear through your ruse, you Arab hag," Emma hissed, her hand reaching for the Prince's aroused member.  She began pulling at her lover in rapid succession, “A woman like you only knows how to spread your legs!”

“Oh, is that so?  “I will show you how to spread legs!  And tonight, only one of us will have the Prince inside of her!  I promise that it will not be you, Sophia retorted, her surprisingly calm but resolute face coming into contact with her rival’s, “It is no surprise a Northern whore like you cannot appreciate the beauty and prowess of a real princess…no, a true queen. 

“Silence,” Emma shouted, unable to respond, “You speak too much!”

“It seems the cold has frozen your brain, Emma!  Or perhaps, you never had one to begin with considering you cannot comprehend the fact that I am the superior beauty here?” Sophia smirked before pulling and even clawing at her rival’s arms in an attempt to undo her actions. 

The blonde yelped in pain but continued her actions, simply shoving her head against the Arab’s face to push her back.  Inadvertently, their bare bosoms brushed against one another and against the Prince’s chest. 

As Emma’s pain and anguish increased, the grip of her fingers hardened as they tugged away at the Prince’s manhood.   

In response, the Prince let out a moan of pleasure, as his manhood was pulled in several directions as Emma continued her jerking motion while shoving and being shoved around.

A gasp escaped both women’s mouths as their nipples hardened.  Their bodies spasmed in reaction to the warmth of their rival’s body contrasting with the cool air around them.  Both women paused for a moment, their dark and golden curls cascading down their faces, as they took in deep breaths. 

Indeed, they were fighting over the Prince’s cock.

As Sophia pried Emma’s fingers away, one by one, her hands soon replaced the Northerner’s as she latched onto the Prince’s cock. 

"My prince, I promise that my lips will bring you more pleasure than this blonde whore's ever could," Sophia stated seductively to the Prince, as she shuffled her fingers several times before wrapping her mouth onto his manhood, engoring it entirely down her throat.  With her other hand, she dragged the screaming Emma away from the Prince by her golden mane.

The Prince’s eyes widened as he gasped in response. 

Such pleasure was unimaginable to the Prince.  It was one thing to have his lover engage in an act of fellatio, it was another to have the presence of two squirming women fighting it out act as an aphrodisiac to his senses.  His hands reached out towards Sophia’s full C-cup breasts, grasping them for leverage.

As Sophia began drowning the Prince in pleasure with her lips, Emma retaliated by grabbing her rival’s luscious mane, attempting to pull it backwards as she jostled for space. 

The blonde clearly wanted to yank Sophia off, intending to replace the Arab’s lips with her own.

However, Sophia proved a formidable opponent.

Stubbornly clinging onto the Prince's engorged manhood, her lips wrapped around him even tighter, her tongue swirling along his length.  All the while, her throat accommodated his cock as she sent the Prince spiraling into ecstasy.

Nonetheless, the women's vicious hair-pulling continued.  With one hand tangled in Sophia’s dark tresses, Emma’s other hand reached out for Sophia's breasts, shoving the Prince’s hands away and squeezing each of the darker skinned woman’s hardened nipples.

The sudden action evoked a high pitched yelp from the Arab princess, causing her to momentarily release her grip on the Prince's manhood.

Another sharp twist of her nipples caused Sophia to release her lips with a slurping sound, as she slid off of his manhood, the saliva still trailing from its tip to her lips as she was thrown off.

Immediately, Emma seized her chance. 

"Stop trying to touch him, you worthless wench." Emma proclaimed, her icy gaze piercing through Sophia’s wounded form, “Let me show you how it is done.”

Shoving the Arab Princess aside, Emma dove in, her lips replacing Sophia's in an alarmingly swift motion.  Almost instinctively, the blonde commenced her work on the Prince's manhood.

Emma was a woman of taste and technique.  Her blue eyes twinkled with a confident spark as she gazed upwards at the Prince while her lips were contorted around his cock.  Her lips, softer than Sophia’s, worked up a passionate fervor.  Then, as she slid her mouth deeper, her tongue glided along the Prince’s mushroom tip.

Emma's technique was one of the Prince’s favorites and he groaned as his hips jerked at her delicate touch.  With deliberate intention, the blonde grazed her teeth across his sensitive head before she moved her tongue to massage him in rapid motion.  Then, each punch of the tongue against his manhood drew a sensitive response from the Prince.

Gasping for breath, the Prince instinctively gripped Emma's golden locks, guiding her further down his length, making her taste him even deeper.

While nursing her tits, Sophia soon found her hands moving over the rest of her body as she watched her rival's technique.  For a brief moment, her anguish was replaced with arousal.

Topping it off, Emma hummed around the Prince's cock, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through his member.

As she doubled the handwork, her fingers lightly twisting and pulling, her mouth created a rhythm that was a perfect balance of hard and soft.  The Prince’s moans grew louder as she pushed him to the brink.

Nonetheless, Sophia could not bear to see Emma taking what she believed to be rightfully hers.

Suddenly, the Arab princess saw her opportunity and seized it.

Swinging her hips, she launched herself at the unsuspecting Emma, slamming her down onto the bed with a squeal of surprise as her legs landed on top of the blonde’s head.

Emma, clearly startled, tried to wriggle free underneath Sophia’s body to buck her off.  But Sophia had her pinned between her thighs, all while her mouth was filled with the Prince’s manhood.

“Take this, you caucasian whore,” Sophia growled, her hips rotating as she forced Emma to swallow the Prince, “"Is this not what you asked for?”

As Sophia gyrated and bounced up and down with her hips, Emma was forced to swallow the Prince’s member in continuous motion as she fought to free herself.  Tears began to form around her bright blue eyes as the oxygen was choked from her.

For Sophia, however, she drew pleasure as she rubbed her loins on her rival’s head, all while bringing pleasure to the Prince by forcing her opponent to give fellatio in accordance to her pacing.  In this way, she was, indeed, fucking the Prince by using Emma’s face and taking pleasure from it.

With her rear end sticking up in the air while her body was flattened against the Prince’s groin, Emma’s hips swayed from side to side in an attempt to buck her rival off. 

Sophia continued resisting her rival’s attempts to free herself, grinding her groin into Emma's neck while the blonde gasped for breath beneath her. 

The Prince could only watch helplessly as the two women wrestled for control, completely naked and pinning each other down as they fought for supremacy over him. 

As the Arab Princess' hands reached downward towards Emma’s tits, twisting them for leverage, the Prince could not help but grab ahold of Sophia’s breasts as they bounced freely in front of him.  Her dark nipples thickened amidst the sensations she felt down below.

And as Sophia twisted her body around, she leaned forth and kissed the Prince passionately as he moaned.

All he could do was return her kiss, his eyes shut closed from the intense pleasure of the two squirming women on top of him.

But just as Sophia was savoring her victory, suddenly, she felt Emma's body twist beneath her.

Before she could say a word, all three of them toppled to the side, creating a mess of tangled limbs on the plush bed as Emma was able to push herself upwards and twist her body sideways.

“Ughh!”

The room was filled with heavy panting.

Emma coughed loudly, her hand instinctively going to her chest as she gasped for air.  Sophia’s hair was a tangled mess as she took in short breaths, her body covered in perspiration which especially shined against her olive skinned curves.

All the while, the Prince could only watch in awe at the sight of the two women.

When both women eventually separated and got to their feet, the realization of their actions seeped in. 

"I am afraid I must demand Your Highness, the Prince, to leave this bed," Sophia voiced out, grabbing onto the Prince’s hand before dropping it as she eyed her rival, her adrenaline shaked body shivering in anticipation, “For it is time we fight to the finish.”

"As much as I despise you, I will agree," Emma concurred, trying to suppress her emotions behind her icy gaze as she gained her breath back, “Indeed, I very much desire to prove myself, once and for all.”

Sophia could not hold back her smirk as she gave a slight nod at the Prince.  Clearly, she held the same desire to prove herself to him.

"As you wish," stated the Prince as he rose from the bed, clearing some space on the bed and quite frankly, the entirety of the room. 

But before the two could begin their intended wrestling session, the two princesses took turns expressing their love for the Prince once and for all.

“She…this Northern woman,” Sophia pointed at Emma, “is a conniving witch.  Her mouth is deceptive and she is a woman of poison!  I tell you this now, my love, she is simply a mirage to our vision together.  Just as quickly as she appeared in your dreams, she will vanish when you awaken!  I will deliver you from this nightmare!”   

Sophia reached outwards to encircle her arms around the Prince’s neck, as he stood up, before pulling his face down to meet hers.  Their lips embraced in fiery passion as she whispered rogue promises into his ear to claim victory.  Each whisper brought with it, a kiss from the Arab beauty.

“Do not worry, my love.  I promise to bring you victory,” Sophia swore, planting a soft kiss onto his cheek and pressing her breasts against his chest to envelope him in their warmth, “At night's end, it will be you and I, intertwined in endless passion.”

As Sophia stepped back, Emma took her place before the Prince. 

"Sophia's words mean nothing, my love," Emma began, her blue eyes turning towards the Prince with a devoted plea on them, “She is nothing more than a spoiled whore with delusions of grandeur.  To be caught with her is to embrace madness.  And I shall free you from her twisted fantasies and send her back to the Desert lands naked, where she belongs.”

With that, the Northern princess stood on her tiptoes and brought the Prince down to her and kissed his cheek before placing her lips several times across his neck and chest.  Then, Emma smiled at her lover before pressing her naked body against his, exploring him with both hands, starting from his broad shoulders down to his waist before reaching out for his manhood.

“I promise you, my love, I will vanquish her,” Emma boldly declared, her icy eyes shining as she clung onto his erect arousal, “Then, you and I will finish what we started.”

Sophia looked on in disbelief as Emma showed such physical affection.  But she also noticed how the Prince quivered under her touch.   

Emma, then, gently kissed the Prince, further arousing him and marking her own claim.  In a final act of rebellion, the Blonde turned and shoved her rival away from the Prince’s side with a sly smirk.

"Do not touch him again!," Emma declared, her lips curling into an arrogant smirk as she continued pleasuring the Prince with her deft fingers. 

The Arab Princess struck out and shoved Emma but she stood her ground, before hiding behind the Prince, latching onto his shoulders.

"That is quite enough, you common strumpet!"  Sophia snapped, her hands clenching into tight fists, “You may have had your turns with him before but no more!  It is you who shall lose in the end!" 

Immediately, Emma broke away from the Prince and tauntingly smiled at her rival, clear determination set within her piercing blue eyes.   

"Between us.  The woman who dominates and wins this duel shall keep him forever,” Emma proposed, “The loser will leave his life forever.  How does that sound?”

There was a moment of silence before Sophia replied, "Indeed.  That is what we agreed upon.  A shame it will not be you!”

Thus, both women turned to meet the eyes of their lover before turning to each other, almost akin to drawing a symmetrical line in the sand as they stood there.


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And so it began….

With a storm brewing in their eyes, the two princesses began to circle each other, navigating atop the luxurious rug with cat-like grace.

Sophia’s olive skin was glistening underneath the dimly lit candles, her dark nipples hardened from the sensual fragrance in the room while Emma’s fair skin contrasted against her rival as her blue eyes glared in the direction of the Arab woman.

The Prince could feel the tension.  His heart pounded, partly out of fear and concern but mostly out of anticipation as the excitement and fervor of two women fighting soon took over.

Emma positioned herself but Sophia was the first to move.

Lunging with feline agility, the Arab princess attempted to grapple with the blonde as she reached outwards at her.  Her fingers made their way towards Emma's chest, trying to throw her rival off balance before wildly pulling her around.  Naturally, she elicited a loud yelp as she grabbed her rival’s breasts with her hands, twisting the nipples between both thumb and finger as her palms mashed against the bosomy flesh.

The blonde screamed in pain.  But she promptly retaliated by doing the same, mirroring her opponent.  Using her northern strength, she lunged at Sophia, successfully twisting the Arab princess’s breasts and drawing grunts.

“Whore!”
“Bitch!”

Quick as a snake, Sophia transitioned her hands away from the blonde’s chest and instead, wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist, using her own weight to pin the blonde against the lavish bedpost.  The two women’s bare breasts were pressed against each other, creating a different sensation altogether.  As if mixing pain and tease as one, the two drew breaths and panted as their bodies temporarily melded together.

As the two fell to the floor, Emma was quick to retaliate.  Using her wiry strength, she wrapped her legs around Sophia’s waist, trying to shift her weight and reverse their positions.  At the same time, her hands reached for the Arab beauty’s hair in an attempt to control her.

“Let go, you cheap harlot!”

“I will not!  Not until you surrender to me!”

“I will do no such thing!”

Stripped of all royal decorum, the two princesses rolled around the carpet.  Soon, silky locks of hair, heaving bosoms, and slender limbs twisted together in a messy mosaic of eroticism.  The two women’s moans and cries filled the room as their slick bodies slid against one another.

Emma exerted herself.  And in one swift movement, she rolled Sophia onto her back and planted herself on top of the Arab Princess.  Her blonde hair fell like a cascading waterfall around her face as she gripped onto Sophia's wrists, pinning them above her head. 

“You should know better than to challenge me.  I shall have to teach you to mind your manners when you stand before a queen!”

Straddling Sophia’s waist, the blonde pelted down a series of smacks with her open palm.

“I will not be handled by the likes of you,” Sophia growled in opposition, as her hands went for the golden strands of hair before her.  Then, with a burst of energy, Sophia twisted her hips and bucked Emma off in a sudden jolt.

“Ugh!”

As Emma tumbled to the side, Sophia scrambled to her feet once again. 

Panting heavily, the Arab princess lunged at Emma again, her hand aiming to grasp at the blonde hair.  A sharp yank had Emma crying out once again as she was dragged downwards. 

“You made a mistake for daring to come into the Prince’s life!”

As she was pulled against her will, an angered Emma was quick to return the favor by grabbing onto her rival.

“He prefers me!”

“Lies!”

With a firm grip on Sophia's hair, Emma pulled back with equal force, eliciting a sharp yelp from her rival as she did so.

“You will bow to my strength, you common Arab whore!”

Soon, the two women clawed at one another’s manes with one hand while the fingernails on their other hands began scraping flesh with the other hand.  Both women sought to destroy the other’s bodies.

“I am the superior Princess!  I am the true Queen!”

“No, I am the true Queen!  You are a usurper.  A pretender!”

The two began an aggressive game of tug-of-war, each yanking the other’s hair as hard as she could.  They continued to grunt and grit their teeth as they moved back and forth across the plush carpet on their knees.

“You are nothing but a false princess,” Emma retorted, tightening her grip as pulled onto Sophia’s hair even harder, “One who doesn’t belong anywhere but the empty desert.”

As she felt herself being dragged away, Sophia placed one hand on Emma’s chest and while clawing it, pulled back at her hair.

“This coming from an ugly Northern whore.  You do not deserve him,” shouted Sophia as she violently yanked Emma’s golden hair and brought her closer to herself.

With their faces only inches apart, Emma sneered at her rival as their eyes locked.

“We shall see who he chooses after I’ve beaten you, princess.”

The tension did not ease as their bodies lowered and bent over, eyeing each other warily as their hips and asses arched upwards while their tits dangled beneath them like fruits on a tree.

The Prince leaned in closer with excitement, his cock fully hardened as he stared with his mouth agape. 

With a sudden roar, Sophia lunged at Emma once again, aiming to push her onto the floor.

But Emma was quick on her feet.  She sidestepped Sophia's charge and moved behind her, wrapping her arms around the Arab princess's waist and locking her in her grasp.  Using all her force, she threw Sophia onto the floor.

The darker haired woman groaned as she crashed to the floor, her hips twisting as she attempted to push herself back up.  The Arab beauty found herself struggling as Emma closed in and attempted to wrap her and toss her around again.

Yet, Sophia wasn’t one to back down so easily and allow such a repeat.

With a swift elbow to Emma’s chest, the Arab beauty was able to free herself from Emma's hold.  Using the moment of surprise, the brunette swiftly turned around and slammed Emma onto the floor by grabbing onto her hair before shoving her body against the blonde.

Caught off guard, Emma let out a scream as she tumbled sideways against the bedframe.

“Never underestimate an Arab Princess, white whore,” Sophia spat out as she maneuvered above her rival with her legs in an attempt to pin her down. 

"Enough talk,” Emma spat, "I will show you the might of a Northern woman, Arab princess!"

The bed shook and the chandeliers swayed as they struggled.  All the while, their grunts and moans echoed in the room, much to the Prince’s delight. 

Flashes of gold and black, olive and milk intermingled as the two princesses rolled in the carpet in front of the Prince.  Their heads turned, amidst the struggle, seeking for his approval as they fought.

But the Prince showed no clear favoritism just yet.  There was still much time left before one woman fell and before he could choose.

Sophia sneered, in frustration, as she struggled to bring Emma down as she had envisioned.

“You should know that in previous generations, your kind would serve as nothing more than a cheap harem girl.”

“All words and no action!  But then, again, what else can be expected from someone who can only find favor by spreading her legs?  I will show you why the Prince favors me!”

With a wild look in her eyes, Emma reached again for Sophia’s breasts.  Her nails sought to destroy and claw her opponent’s treasures.  The room filled with Sophia’s cry as Emma roughly twisted her nipples, all while cheekily looking in Sophia’s eyes.

“Pardon me,” Emma quipped.

With vengeance in her heart, Sophia retaliated just the same as she angrily yanked her opponent’s hair to drag her closer before scratching Emma’s chest with her fingernails.  Drawing yelps from her hated rival, she dragged her claws up and down like a tigress in heat.

As the Prince watched helplessly, he longed to have both women next to him.  His cock yearned for the heat of the desert nights he spent with Sophia and for the sensual warmth of the fireplace as Emma and him embraced in passion like they had previously before.

Between occasional gasps and moans, the two women continued to defy each other, physically and verbally.  They clawed and squeezed each other’s breasts before transitioning to their hips, each seeking to destroy the other’s feminity.

The winner, however, still remained uncertain.  And as the battle wore on, the anticipation in the eyes of the Prince only grew more intense.

Both women ignored the raw scratches and claw marks over their bodies as they continued their predatory onslaught.  Sophia’s cherished assets came under further relentless assault from Emma’s fingers while the Arab princess returned the favor, maiming her rival’s snowy curves with ferocious resolve. 

“Soon, I will rid our lives of your poisonous presence,” Sophia declared, using the sharp edges of her fingernails to etch red streaks along Emma’s abdomen, “This I promise!”

The blonde screamed out.  But she did not give in.

“Is that jealousy I hear?  Indeed, you are upset that the Prince favors my bountiful presence over your barren body?  You saw how he adored me earlier,” Emma replied as she wrestled with her rival, twisting her opponent’s nipples back and forth with one hand.  Her other hand ran down Sophia’s stomach, leaving a trail of red angry scratches behind as she continued mouthing off, “But as for you?  It must’ve been quite a blow to such an unassured woman such as yourself.  How pitiful!”

Sophia howled as she scrambled around in pain, in an attempt to free herself.

As the Prince watched the increasing turbulence of the fight, his heart pounded even further.

He still struggled to take in the sight of two women he loved clawing and thrashing one another all for the sake of his love.  Their bodies gleamed under the golden light as they squirmed.  Their hardened nipples swung back and forth, bouncing around amidst the tussle.  Sophia’s olive skin appeared a deeper shade as it glistened with sweat against Emma’s paler, almost cream-like skin. 

Every loud grunt or moan was a lovesong dedicated to him.

The Prince’s cock throbbed further as he watched on, his eyes traveling along every arch and curve in front of him.  Such was the visual feast before him that it merely stimulated his natural instinct.  Unconsciously, he found himself stroking his length, matching its rhythm to the ebb and flow of the wrestling women before him as their hips violently shook and fell.

“Enjoy your last moments, Sophia.  After tonight, I shall have the Prince all to myself and you will be sent back to your dunes in defeat,” Emma boasted, her fingers clawing into the flesh of Sophia’s buttocks as her other hand continued squeezing her rival’s breasts.

But Sophia refused to give in.

“I will not be sent away by a mere maid.  Once I defeat you, you will be quickly forgotten,” Sophia retorted, rage glittering in her eyes as her legs twisted around Emma’s waist, trying to unbalance her. 

The Arab princess’s hand left Emma’s bosom and with a quick jerk, managed to pull Emma's head backwards by her hair.  Then, her other hand tugged at the blonde’s groin and the golden hairs which surrounded it, causing her to scream out in pain.

The Prince could merely sit idly by as he held onto his manhood, the sight of the two women driving him to the brink.

As they stood up, the two beauties began to maneuver around the room.  Then, they violently clashed as their arms interlocked and their bodies slammed into each other.

The two princesses clawed and kicked out.  Heedless of the thin trails of blood seeping from their scratches, both women even sank their teeth into the other’s flesh as they struggled for dominance.   As they frantically jostled for positioning, their naked forms collided against the walls and furniture.  Their cries echoed in the room as they shoved and pulled.

Suddenly, all four hands simultaneously came swinging at each other as they threw frustrated slaps towards their opponent’s faces.  Then, the very same hands flew even towards their opponent’s breasts, causing them to jiggle under the impact.

“You tramp,” Sophia shouted as she struck Emma across her cheek only for Emma to strike back with the same force.

“Whore,” retorted Emma through gritted teeth.  She slapped Sophia’s breasts while bearing the brunt of violent slaps against her own bosom. 

The sound of clapping flesh filled the air as they struck one another over and over again to the point that their faces and chests sported red marks.  Then, their fingers moved towards the other’s breasts once more.

Twisting and rolling their rival’s nipples fiercely between their fingers, they began tugging at them harshly in an attempt to tear the flesh apart.

The Prince could swear he saw drops and even streams of milk mixed in with the sweat, as the two women yanked at one another’s tits.

Sophia and Emma’s cries grew louder as they thrust their battered chests together before clawing at their rival once more.  Eventually, the pain in their chests caused both women to double over in pain. 

But even in their agony, their continued attempt to claim the Prince did not stop.

“Look, my love!  Look at the damage I am inflicting on this pathetic whore of a woman!  And trust me, I shall do far worse to her after I am finished,” Sophia boasted.  She promised the Prince and that much, she sought to fight and endure for as she continued to pull and twist at Emma’s nipples, “No one shall come to you without suffering my wrath!”

"You are nothing to him!  The Prince loves me.  And only me, Sophia!” Emma replied, wincing as she inflicted an equal mauling against Sophia’s breasts, “By the end of tonight, I will have removed you out of his life forever!”

The Prince was almost breathless as he watched on.  His fingers were now tightly gripped around his thick shaft.  With a lull in his eyes, he stroked himself in rhythm to their cries.

His gaze alternated between both women and their naked forms.  Their wounded bosoms served as a declaration of dedication and loyalty to him, like battling warriors with stories behind their scars.

And it was a glorious sight of contrasting beauty, with their bodies mingling together.

From her olive colored skin and dark eyes smoldering with ferocity to her rebellious, black waves of hair….Sophia was a sultry dream of a woman.  A lush oasis of the desert that equally moved like a destructive sandstorm.  She was frenzied but with a fiery grace that was intoxicating as her warm flesh pressed against her rival’s skin.

Emma, on the other hand, was as pale as milk, the effect of which hyped her flushing skin and made it stand out in contrast against Sophia’s darker tone. 

The European’s golden hair was a halo around her head that radiated her face akin to a lioness in battle.  And it highlighted her blue eyes and prominent cheekbones, giving the impression of an icy beauty as she rained down punishment upon her rival with her palms

Anguish ignited deep within her calm interior as Emma slid under Sophia’s wild slap.  Her hands quickly latched onto her darker skinned rival's exposed midriff before twisting her body sideways and slamming her against the desk.

In a swift retaliatory strike, Sophia pushed her opponent off and then clasped her hands around Emma’s neck.  Her dark eyes flared with ferocity as she intended to choke the life out of the blonde.

As Emma gasped for air, she pulled Sophia’s hair, attempting to disturb her concentration and loosen her grip on her neck.  But despite the pressure shooting through her scalp, Sophia kept her grip steady, as if twisting Emma's neck all the more in retaliation for the pain she was enduring.

Soon, Emma switched from her rival’s hair and yanked at her opponent’s tits instead, hoping to remove her hands from her throat.  But having already been dealt pain in the chest, Sophia ignored it and continued.

“Scream, Emma!  Scream in defeat while you still can!  This is payback for the arrogance you showed me earlier, you disgrace of a princess!”

Squirming and gasping for air, Emma brought her hands around, only to have Sophia’s fingers dig deeper into her, holding her down firmly. 

Blinded with desperation, the blonde attempted to buck her hips in an attempt to free herself.  But it was to no avail.

The brunette stared with glee and malice as she peered into the blonde’s bulging eyes.  The determined icy glare that she had hated seeing from the blonde had now faded into a look of panic.  All she needed to do was choke her a little longer and soon, the caucasian whore’s eyes would shut asleep and victory would be hers.

But just then, Sophia felt a sudden sharp tug down below.  Her own eyes widened in horror as she felt a searing scraping sensation nab her from in between the legs.

“Aiiiiieeee!”

In an act of desperation, Emma’s fingers began to grab onto Sophia’s loins and squeeze, causing her to cry out in pain.  As she held onto her grip before twisting and turning with her nails, the blonde began directing her rival in various directions as she pulled at Sophia with her fingers not unlike a musician strumming an instrument, producing sounds of varying pitches even.

Soon, the Arab princess released her grasp around the blonde’s neck as she tried to free her groin from the terrible pain which had been afflicted upon her.  But the pain was too great and even as she tried to smack the blonde, she could not break her tight grip.

The two women grunted and hissed before howling in pain.  Their bodies contorted in a desperate attempt to escape the other's clutches.

Sophia had no choice but to grab at Emma’s groin, both attempting to destroy the other.

The Prince stared, his heart pounding even faster as he stroked his manhood.  He stood on his bare feet and moved in closer to watch as he observed the two women grabbing one another in between the legs, panting and moaning as they fought for control.

Both women eventually tumbled onto the floor, rolling endlessly as their fingers scratched and scarred one another’s bodies.  Their hands moved towards the other’s legs and thighs, leaving behind red marks as they scratched one another even further.

As if making dry humping motions, the two struggled as they scratched one another’s thighs and hips.  They glared into one another’s eyes, with both panicked moans and sneers of anger in between deep breaths.

The Prince watched as their stares of hatred motivated them to throw wild slaps in between their clawing.  Their hair flung wildly as they screamed out.  Both sought to destroy the other.

But with a simultaneous slap from both, the two women fell to the floor.  From there, Emma and Sophia laid on the ground before backing up to gather their breaths.

Both women locked their gazes upon the naked Prince. 

In turn, the Prince watched with fervor but also noticed how their broken and bruised bodies shimmered under the dim light as the glisten of sweat and scratch marks marked their struggles.  He would have to choose, soon.

As the Prince stood erect, Sophia crawled over to him, helping to stroke his cock.

“Do not fear, my love,” Sophia calmed her Prince as she looked into his eyes while her fingers and lips moved closer to his manhood before kissing it, “Once I conquer this disgrace of a woman?   I promise you that for every wound I have suffered, the pleasure we shall experience afterward will have been worth ten times.”

“Is that so?” The Prince asked, his eyes shutting as Sophia began tugging his manhood. 

As Sophia licked and swallowed his manhood, the Prince smiled.  Then, she released him and moved back to her spot.

Then, the Prince turned as Emma moved to him, still gathering her breath.  She latched herself onto his thighs and swallowed his manhood.  Then, after half a minute, she released herself.

"My love.  Know that I fight for you and your love," Emma called out, her voice slightly raspy amidst the fighting yet still determined, “I promise you, by the end of tonight, I will rid you of her whoreish presence forever.  It will merely be you and I.  A Prince and his Princess.”

Sophia glowered at the blonde's proclamation as she tried to regain her focus.

“Keep dreaming, caucasian whore!  The Prince will be mine,” Sophia spat, staring down her rival with fire in her eyes, “And you claim to be a princess with such disgraceful manners?  Perhaps once I defeat you, I shall have you stripped and forced to march naked on the street for all to see!  Then, they shall proclaim you as the fool who dared to challenge me.”

"If you were a true queen, you would know how to fight with honor.  But you are nothing more than a pretender!  Quite frankly, it’s pathetic you have to stoop so low so as to be no different than a common whore with cheap tricks,” Emma retorted back.

They glared at each other, their bodies still in pain as they returned to their circle and began interlocking their fingers together in a deadlock. 

"You should never have challenged me," Sophia stated, her grip on Emma’s wrists tightening, “This is the end for you!”

“I will not allow this desert whore to challenge me!  My love, watch closely as I ruin her!”

"Bold words but empty promises will not save you, Emma,” Sophia scoffed, reaching out with her free hand and lashing her nails across Emma’s cheek, “I shall remind you tonight that it is the hot desert that will conquer the cold night!”

Emma winced.  But she returned the favor by lowering her guard and clawing Sophia’s bare bottom, drawing a surprising sharp yell from the Arab beauty, before returning to attack her groin.

The two beauties cried out as they struggled, eventually crashing against one another to the point where they could feel the heat of their rival panting breaths next to their face.

Their hair shook wildly as they gritted their teeth and moved around, still grabbing at one another’s groins before aggressively slapping one another.  After several slaps, the two women locked heads again as they moved in to dig their nails around the curvature of their rival's buttocks.  And as jealous fingers grasped and tore at one another’s bottoms, the women moaned out and groaned in pain. 

Sophia had the upper hand, though.  She pinched and tugged at Emma’s ass while reaching for her groin and scratching the flesh within. 

“Scream for me, Emma!  Scream as I tear you apart!” Sophia growled out as her fingers dug deep into her rival’s flesh.

“No!  Never!  You will not walk for days after tonight, Sophia,” retorted Emma.  The blonde couldn’t help but wince as she fought back, scratching Sophia’s hips before dragging it down the entirety of her buttocks.

Eventually, the two women scratched away, ruining their rival’s smooth and flawless skin with red trails.  They tugged at one another’s manes, plucking strands of hair as if it were feathers on a chicken.

The Arab woman quickly took advantage of her tiring rival and delivered a few pinches and scratches that drove Emma wild with pain.  But the brunette didn’t stop there.  She tired Emma further by throwing her onto the floor by her hair as all ten of her fingers dug into the blonde’s rear end in a talon-like manner.

“I shall show you what real pain feels like!” Sophia cried. 

Even with her howling and writing, Emma had no intention of giving up so easily.  As she fell to the floor, she reached out and clawed at Sophia’s breasts, casting an angry sneer as she stared upwards.  Using this as leverage, Emma pulled herself upwards by snatching onto her rival’s breasts and hair before shoving her with her legs.

Both women squealed.

Then, the two bitter rivals spun around, pushing their naked bodies against each other as they blindly reached southwards. The Arab quickly latched onto Emma’s blonde fur above her vagina, shouting fiercely as she yanked the hair out with her fingers. 

“Oooohhh,” Emma cried out, almost with tears falling from her eyes as the pain shot through her legs.  She could feel her rival’s warm hand between her thighs as it grabbed onto more than just her pubic hair.

“An eye for an eye, Emma,” Sophia quipped between breaths, “Shall you finally beg for me forgiveness?”

Emma didn’t respond and merely continued to scream out in pain. 

But the blonde was not about to let her rival get away.  Ignoring her own pain, the fair skinned Princess also reached in between Sophia’s legs.  Her hand searched for Sophia’s groin before she found the rich black curls between her thighs.  With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Emma yanked hard. 

The Arab woman let out a piercing scream as Emma managed to tear out a clump of her pubic hair.

“Know this!  He chose me and you, Sophia, are the one who should learn to accept the truth,” Emma spat, as she continued yanking at Sophia’s groin and hair, drawing a sharp yowl from the Arab princess.

But the Arab princess fought hard to resist the pain, remaining on her feet as she leaned forward and attempted to sink her teeth into her rival’s bosom, biting bit after bit until she reached the nipple.

Emma cried out, her hold weakening.

As they battled, the Prince watched.  He wanted to release himself but his eyes were riveted on the fight.  With his cock throbbing at the sight of the women tearing each other, he attempted to resist the feeling as he crossed his arms and watched.  As he looked upon both women, the Prince knew not which he would choose.  His eyes flickered towards Sophia just as Emma lay on the floor. 

He admired the Arab’s woman determination and fighting spirit as she stood tall.  His cock twitched in anticipation as he watched Sophia wrap her legs around Emma’s body.  At that moment, he yearned for Sophia as he marveled at her fiery eyes and olive colored skin glistening amidst the light of the scented candles.

"You pitiful swine!" Sophia spat out toward the blonde, smacking her in the ribs and chest, causing Emma to gasp in pain, "You thought you could conquer me? You thought you could take the Prince away from me?"

Believing that she was on the edge of victory, Sophia lunged forward, pushing Emma backwards onto the floor.  Paying no heed to her own wounds in her excitement, she lashed out with her fingers and scraped at Emma's thighs before slowly entering her ass cheeks.

“I will make you wish you never crossed paths with me,” Sophia cried out, ignoring the throbbing pain in between her own legs.  Turning back to the Prince, the Arab princess saw him stroking himself with anticipation, "Watch closely, my dear Prince.  This is how an Arab woman fights.  This is how I will win your heart over this caucasian whore.”

But as she dedicated herself completely to her victory speech, Sophia had failed to notice the vengeful glimmer in Emma’s eyes.

“You bumbling fool!  Speak all you want but you are nothing more than a pretender," declared Emma, with sudden resolve.  Even as she lay on the floor, the blonde summoned her strength and bucked her hips as she flipped over her rival, “The Prince loves me over you!”

“W-what?!” Sophia gasped, slightly staggering backwards at the newfound momentum which propelled her.

Connecting a slap towards Sophia’s face, Emma caused the Arab princess to lose her balance and fall to the floor, allowing the blonde to rise to her feet.

"Did a desert whore really think she could outwit a Northern queen?" 

In a flash, Emma lunged forward and smashed her hip into Sophia’s, forcing her against the wall.

“You are nothing more than a serpent.  One that tempts but offers poison,” Sophia spat, as she tried to resist, “You deserve to be locked in a cage!”

“Enough of your cheap insults!  I will show you how a true queen delivers penance!”  Emma, then, began asserting her dominance as she showered the brunette with a series of slaps across the face.  Each resounding slap only fueled her rage as she not only aimed at Sophia’s face but also threw several open-handed slaps onto the Arab beauty’s breasts, causing them to jiggle and flail.

Sophia cried out as the Northern woman’s blonde hair flew wildly around her face, as the slaps continued to rain in from multiple directions.

“This is for your insolence,” Emma stated, staring into Sophia’s shocked eyes, “Submit to me, now!”

“No!  I-I won’t!” Sophia protested.  Lowering her head, the Arab princess fought back with whatever energy she still had.  She turned her face away from Emma’s slaps, her own hands reaching for the blonde’s hips in an attempt to pull herself free.

“You will admit defeat,” Emma growled back as her hands moved downwards and harshly pinched the Arab woman's breasts before yanking the brittle hardness of her nipples.

The Arab princess screeched as she struggled in pain.  She latched her hands around the blonde’s thighs and lunged forward in an attempt to free herself, causing them both to tumble, once more. 

However, Emma quickly rolled on top of her rival, rising above the brunette.  The caucasian princess was straddling her rival.

Even as Sophia attempted to buck free with her hips, she could not remove Emma.  It was as if the blonde had tamed her, as she rode down on her.

From there, Emma delivered slap after slap upon her rival.  And when Sofia attempted to defend herself, Emma’s fingers found her nipples or began clawing at her thighs.

The torment was inescapable.

“Yield!  Yield to me,” Emma stated, “You wanted this war.  Now you have received it!”

Sophia writhed in agony beneath Emma, providing a satisfying sensation for the blonde as she felt her rival’s fighting spirit die out.  The brunette’s head fell lazily to the side as she winced at the severe throbbing between her legs and the sharp pains searing through the rest of her body.

But it was only when Emma stood up and placed her own foot on top of the Arab princess’s chest and slammed her downwards so as to knock the wind out of her, did the brunette give in and stop fighting back.

Satisfied and exhausted, Emma leaned over and placed her hands onto Sophia's chest and grasped onto her rival’s firm breasts triumphantly as she stared back at her prince.  Then, she yanked the Arab beauty upwards by her hair and then, with hands on her tits, she sat on top of the olive skinned woman and forced her to carry her forth like a steed.

“Perhaps you are better suited to be a camel than a woman, much less a Queen,” Emma stated as she clawed onto the Arab woman’s buttocks, as a way of making her move forward.  For the Northerner, it was her greatest moment of victory. The Prince was rightfully hers.

“Are you impressed, my darling?” Emma grinned, as she rode forth to her Prince and eyed his hardened cock, “This is how a real queen fights!  And this Arab whore knows nothing of it!

The Prince watched with awe.

Though her fair skin was littered with bruises and red scars, Emma looked the part of a Queen on her royal horse.  Her look of defiance suddenly turned into smug satisfaction as she stared back at the Prince’s envious eyes, allowing him to take in the sight of her victorious figure perched atop her rival.

As a tearful Sophia closed in towards the Prince, Emma simply got up and kicked her to the side.

“My love, I bring you a trophy,” Emma said, as she hugged her Prince.  Then, she latched her fingers onto Sophia’s dark curls before shoving her against the wall with a kick to her round bottom, “That foolish woman thought she could break our love.  She thought she could overstep her boundaries.  But now, look at her.  I have placed her exactly where she belongs.”

“Indeed, you have,” stated the Prince, as he began kissing Emma, “Very impressive performance.  You certainly put on a show….my Queen.”

Upon his declaration, Emma began kissing her Prince, their hands moving together passionately as their lips embraced.

“Wait,” Emma said, as she took a step back.

Before Emma could continue, she moved to the side where Sophia bowed her head in shame, on all fours.  Pulling the Arab princess away from the wall, the blonde then dragged her crushed rival over the Prince.

“You must submit to me!  You will apologize to the Prince and to me for wasting our precious time!  And you will admit that you were wrong!  Tell him!  Tell him that you are nothing more than a defeated harlot, Sophia!”

Refusing to even look up, Sophia remained silent. 

Furious but desperate, Emma threw a stinging slap onto Sophia’s buttocks, causing her to cry out.  The blow echoed through the luxurious suite, causing the Prince to gasp. 

Emma was not satisfied.  Grabbing Sophia and placing her on one of her knees for leverage, Emma raised her hand.  And with her reddened rear end arched upwards, Sophia shouted out in horror as Emma began spanking the Arab princess’s buttocks once more.

“Speak!  Now!  Admit your defeat!”

“Ugh!  That hurts,” Sophia gasped through gritted teeth as she felt long nails scratch up and down her buttocks before smacks padded the pain atop.

“Then surrender!  Beg for mercy,” Emma exclaimed as she continued her torment.

Sophia cried out in pain, as her already sore and torn up bottom seared with pain.  With the previous pain resonating through her body, it was enough for the Arab woman to finally let out a sobbing plea of submission.

“I yield!  I yield!  Please!  I admit, I admit my defeat, Emma,” Sophia cried out, “No more!  You win, Emma!”

“And?”

“You win.”

“And?!”  Emma smacked Sophia’s bottom once more as she turned her head towards the Prince.

“And I,” Sophia reluctantly muttered, her head downcast as she spoke softly to the Prince, “I-I-I am sorry.”

“Call me highness, whore!”

Nearly breaking down into tears, the defeated woman repeated herself.  Each apology was even quieter than the previous but still audible enough.

“I was wrong.  I am sorry for wasting both of your time.  I admit defeat, your highness.  Emma, your highness, you have won.”

Taking great pleasure in her rival's capitulation, Emma smirked in victory as she straddled the defeated woman.  The blonde proudly sat atop the subdued and now silenced Arab woman as she relished in her submission.

“Now, turn around and ride away from us,” Emma commanded.

With her head cast down and tears streaming from her face, Sophia turned.

The Prince watched as her maimed hips and buttocks swayed from side to side as she crawled away on all fours, all while the victorious blonde rode on top of her.

As Emma made her way to where Sophia’s belongings were, she directed the brunette to stop before grabbing her clothing.

From there, the blonde tore apart the Arab beauty’s clothing and fashioned a rope from it, where she proceeded to tie the defeated woman to the nearby cabinet.

As she did so, Emma accidentally stumbled upon the golden rod that had been situated inside of Sophia’s belongings. 

“And what is this?” Sophia asked, mischievously.  Once a gift from the Prince, it was now a tool for submission.  Of which, Emma waved around in front of Sophia playfully, giving her several brief moments to take in the situation.

Then, with a satisfied smirk and much to Sophia’s horror, Emma quickly took the rod and shoved it deep within her.  Clearly, it had been made in the image of the Prince and thus, that was all she would receive of him from there on out.

With the rod sticking out of her, Sophia was forced to watch as Emma sultrily strutted back to her man, victorious.  There, the blonde hungrily devoured the Prince’s manhood before riding atop of him.  Soon, the two were engaged in lovemaking, with Sophia having become nothing more than an afterthought. 

As the Prince took Emma and buried himself deep within her, he spun and placed her on the bed, where she eagerly embraced his masculine form as he penetrated her from above.

For the first time, Emma produced sounds of pleasure, as her body was racked with pleasure.  Her legs wrapped around the Prince’s body as he carried her forth like a mighty tempest.

Sophia could only watch.  Tears formed in her eyes as the golden rod uncomfortably stimulated her, against her will, to the sight before her.  The vibrations from the two lovers shaking the objects within the room quickly added to the sensation.  Then, as the pleasure and pain enveloped her body, her eyes closed from exhaustion.

And then, she saw no more.

[KaliaYangUniverse]

Hot as hell!!! PLEASE CONTINUE!!! The buildup and trash talk is super sexy. The heated rivalry back and forth leaves me anticipating for what’s to come next. I would love for the fight to continue until one TRULY FINISH the other and send her to the afterlife leaving ONLY ONE scorching hot princess experiencing multiple orgasm with his Prince afterwards. Wish the post victory sex to be longer to really showcase the hard effort the victorious girl puts in.

Not gonna lie, I was rooting for the blonde girl Emma secretly maybe due to her humbly innocent underdog-ish background(adhering to IIsa advice unknowingly got herself into. She’s hilarious for bringing the nude idea haha) compared to the fiery tempered Sophia. BUT I know how incredibly SEXY it will be if brunette girl OWN Emma in the end. Sticking her limp body between her legs. Making the blonde her Bitch. There’s nothing Hotter than protecting the turf and what’s yours haha

This story really reminds me of Halhal3 ‘Harem Loveduel’. Check if anyone hasn’t as it involve the similar sexy erotic Arabian catfight style fetish. The ending is hot as hell.

Thanks for writing this story and I hope you continue as I look forward to a sequel or sequels in this. It would turn me on so hard if in the next part ended with ONE finishes her in a brutal sexy standing headscissor. Making her go limp and relish a sexy and long post lovemaking afterward. Wow look forward to the next part and Big Thanks!!

[Rocko23]

This was amazingly hot. I loved the fantasy style setting and the trash talk. Such a hot scenario. Loved the violence and glad it was close. Thank you for posting it.