Two against one. The unknown dark one….and Raine. Before the first blow fell, Larisa knew now how her city had fallen. Raine. The unmatched fury of betrayal bloomed in her mind as her blonde nemesis attacked. But even in a fair match, Raine would be daunting. And this….struck from behind…. The African…..
Whatever the fury Larisa felt, Raine’s lifetime of hatred matched it. Larisa jerked under the savage blows to her breasts. The last of her family….
No. Xerxes’ game be damned. She would not fall. These two, they could be split. Turned against each other. It was the only gambit she had. The African staggered back, blood streaming from her nose, as Larisa drove her knee into Raine’s breast. She wanted nothing more than to do it again, and again, and again, until the traitorous whore was dead.
But no. Strategy must precede attack.
Larisa wheeled to face Akisha, her hands open and raised.
“I have no hate for you - join me - then when she is finished…..you and I…..”
Mid-step, Akisha hesitated. Her eyes flickered. Larisa saw, or thought she saw.
Akisha held no love for Raine. More than once in Xerxes court they had nearly come to blows. Of course he knew that. Of course that was why he chose Akisha to complete this trinity. Where in the winds of hate would she blow?
With a scream of unholy rage, Raine smashed her knee into the base of Larisa’s spine. The force of it flung the princess forward towards Akisha. It was instinct rather that intent that caused the dark girl to react. Her fist caught Larisa across her mouth, turning her forward lurch aside in a spray of blood, dropping her to her knees.
Raine spat in rage at Akisha’s feet. “I’ll kill you too, cxnt!” Her eyes were mad slits, windows to a withered soul.
It was instinct again that catapulted Akisha forward into the furious blonde. The contrast of their bodies, ebony and ivory, drew a groan of lust from the watching king. The vicious slap of their breasts colliding; the sound of hate that hissed through their clenched teeth; the sweat that flew from their flesh.
Raine…. She was his favorite. She gave herself so willingly to him, she indulged any act he desired, she introduced perverse delights beyond even those he demanded. She had in fact told him the way into Larisa’s strongholds, asking only for one thing in return: the head of her enemy. His favorite, yes, but also dangerous to him. He knew better than to indulge her too much.
She had screamed at him when Larisa was brought to court alive. Even then, this game was birthed in his mind. He could have simply pitted Raine and her despised princess…..but no; the dark allure of the African drew him to a broader game. She, who submitted to him, but never willingly.
Three beauties with desperate desires. A delicious swirl.
Raine slammed her breasts into Akisha’s. Pink nipples into black ones. Her fingers tore at the African’s thick hair. The pale palm of the lioness was wedged beneath the fair girl’s chin, forcing back her head as they fought. Larisa slowly rose, nearly forgotten. Blood ran down her chin, dripping patterns on her breasts.
“You are a demon, Xerxes,” she spat. He laughed, almost merrily.
“Am I?” he retorted. “Am I the monster? Or have I only prepared the board for the game?”
Akisha cried in pain, as Raine’s fingernails opened slashes in her cheek, a cry that burst and scattered as Raine rammed a knee between her thighs. She fell, but the blonde still clutched her hair. Raine turned, her mad eyes finding Larisa’s
“You will get worse,” she promised, and her voice was brittle with icy truth. She turned back, and drove her fist into Akisha’s face. Again. Again. The black girl’s body swayed with each sodden impact, her arms falling limp.
Raine let Akisha slump to the pristine marble, a pool of crimson forming from her burst lips. She turned again to the waiting princess, licking the blood from her knuckles as she did. “A test for me, love?” she said to Xerxes. “A play of shifting alliances? You know that I will win, whatever may.”
“You won’t,” Larisa said, and her blue eyes were just as cold.
Pieces move, thought Xerxes. He looked to Akisha, and saw her stir, and smiled. Pieces move in a slow progression, a waltz of war. In chess, pieces move in ordered synchronicity, a pattern that can be predicted. He much preferred games of chaos.
Larisa moved, her lithe body flowing like a mountain cat. Raine’s eyes widened but the reaction of her body was not as fast. The sword edge of Larisa’s hand knifed into her throat. The wrenching gag of pain that exploded from Raine’s lips was cut off as Larisa’s other fist drove straight into the pink nipple that still bore the sweat of their fallen third. Straight, and to the ribs, the soft tissue of the breast crushed and deformed. Her next blow was lower, directly into Raine’s ribs, the bruised breast above it jerking from the ripple.
“You murdered my family,” Larisa snarled. “You….”
Raine’s hand flashed forward, her thumb gouging into Larisa’s eye. Larisa’s hair flew as her head snapped back. Akisha was on her knees now, a silent spectator. Raine lunged forward, her fist spearing into Larisa’s belly. With balletic grace and power, she slipped to Larisa’s side and slid her arm across her throat, wrapping it around the back of her neck. Both of them were facing Xerxes, but only Raine could see him as she cruelly wrenched Larisa’s head back.
“Remember, Xerxes?” Raine’s voice was a harsh croak. “Remember what I promised?”
He smiled and nodded. The princess was bent back, her breasts apart on her slender chest, her belly and hips thrust forward, her trembling thighs split open.
“He brought you here for this, bitch,” Raine said, and closed her claw on Larisa’s breast. Her fingernails were honed to daggers, and her forearm corded as she drove them deep. “Envy your family, princess - they died quickly.”
Akisha closed her eyes as Larisa’s scream echoed through the throne room, and pushed to her feet. She forced all thought but that if freedom, and home, from her mind. Raine could not be allowed to steal this prize. To escape hell, one must be willing to go through fire.
