Tournament of Darkness: Alana vs Athena

     The warm ocean splashes against the body of the tentacled goddess Paramalia. Before her are her own ancient priestess Alana and beside her in a semi-modern black business suit is the woman known as Elizabeth Spears; or more properly as Spear.

 

   “Well?” asks Spear, “It’s not a bad deal after all. All the queens are asking is that your island, with its secluded nature, atmosphere, and lack of camera carrying humans be used as a stage.”

 

   Paramalia’s tentacles wave in the water. Her guests had just explained this, that a stage means that contestants in this tournament may come to her island to fight, and upon losing may be sent the island as one of the random pre-selected spots via teleportation.

 

   Paramalia mulls it over a moment and says, “I will allow this, on one condition.”

 

  “Name your price,” says Spear.

 

  “That I reserve the right to challenge the combatants myself, not as a contestant, or for that silly little council thing; no…for my own amusement. I won’t kill them of course.”

 

   “That…is a very unusual request.” says Spear.

 

  “As your priestess,” says Alana, “I would accept your offer, however as a representative of the current rulers of the world I do believe we have to extend your counter offer to them first.”

   

     ******

 

    Alana and Spears stand before a swirling darkness, a pit of utter horror and fear in which three shadowy forms stand; a great sphinx, a might arachne, and something that appears to be a woman amidst a swarm of tentacles. This scene would be a bit more foreboding, if not for the fact they are on the middle of a sunny beach.

 

   “So then,” says the sphinx, “that is it then? All that Paramalia wants is that?”

 

  Alana and Spears exchange looks.

 

  The writhing mass of tentacles, which at a slight turn reveals that perhaps even her nipples and hair are made of tentacles, laughs a boisterous laugh of (ohh haa haa haa), “Is those are my sister’s conditions then so be it, I have no objections.”

 

  The arachne folds her arms across her ample chest, “Although there is likely a catch we are not seeing…save perhaps from her own blood….I have no formal objections.”

 

   With that the portal closes, no sooner does it close however than a golden explosion shakes the beach. Standing among the setting sand is the centaur warrior Athena, clad in golden armor, a bit revealing for armor, and wielding a golden sword. She aims her sword at Alana, “I Athena of the centaur race, goddess of battle and wisdom hereby challenge thee priestess of Paramalia, and founder of the Karacoptera race.”

 

     ******

 

   The battle is spectacular, to imagine that a centaur could leap so high into the air, and move with such agility, side stepping, back stepping, even back flips, unleashing waves of golden energy with the swing of her sword. Athena is able to keep perfect stride with her aerial opponent, the green dragonfly like Alana, whose own green bolts and flying slashes are nothing to scoff at. It is an amazing showing of speed and ability watched by Paramalia and Spear, no one else around can follow their speed.

 

   The two combatants stop, each bruised and *huffing* for breath on the beach, each ready to collapse but refusing as they eye each other. Neither truly suspected that the other had this kind of power, power enough to fight them to a standstill. They both smile and prepare their final strike. Athena summons her light bow and charges up a bolt of an arrow, while Alana focuses the last of her power into a massive green sphere. The attacks collide and explode. Many a hut is knocked down by the shockwave; thankfully the villagers got the hint early on and fled into the hills. The temple remains standing, protected by a magical barrier Paramalia erected. When the sand settles both combatants are down, the battle has ended in a draw.

 

    ******

 

    As the combatants lie upon the beach, battered and bruised Paramalia emerges from her temple. Moving in a most disturbing manner, body nearly as a stiff as a statue moved along by undulating tentacles that roll over one another across the sand. Reaching out as only one such as her can she lifts Athena and Alana gently towards her and sets them down before her. Hands out she casts a glowing white light over them while chanting a strange alien spell;

 

“I call upon the power of that which is eternal

whose leaves shine with divine light

whose bark can repel even the greatest of serpents

whose great golden fruit sustains the gods of the north

I call upon you’re light to shine down upon these unfortunate souls

And heal all that enfeebles them!

Yggdrasil’s Light!”

 

    In mere seconds every cut, bruise, and gash is healed and both fighters are in peak condition once again.

 

   “Amazing” says Athena as she rights herself into her equine sitting position.

 

  “Now then,” says Paramalia standing over them, prompting Athena to leap back a good distance in surprise and summon her golden armor and sword once more.

 

  Paramalia points at Athena, “as per the terms of battle here, by my right to challenge any winner. I challenge you Athena of the centaurs to battle!”

 

   “My apologies,” says Spear, “but this match was a draw. There is no winner, the points by the rules, would be distributed evenly.”

 

    “No loser,” says Paramalia with a twisted smile, “and both earning points means they are both winners. However as I already conquered Alana ages ago I have no need to conquer her now.”

 

   Alana blushes, as best as a being glowing green with green skin can blush as she stands and backs away from the new battle.

 

   Paramalia says, “I say again, Athena, will you fight me? Risking being conquered by me?”

 

  Athena’s eye twitches as she aims her sword at the Eldritch octopus like woman, “you are not part of the contest correct? Yet you ask to challenge me? A centaur does not fight for no reason.”

 

  “It is the battle of conquest,” says Paramalia, “I challenge you for the right…of your flesh and its carnal secrets.”

 

  Athena blushes, her sword glows bright, “Then by the terms of this challenge, if I lose you will have the rights of a consort…just…just like…Gel…”

 

   She had begun to whisper and her sword grow faint, however she shakes her head and her sword glows bright again, “However, as per the rules of the centaurs, our sacred laws. Should you fail to best me in this challenge, you will hold no such rights as you would be proven unworthy of the blessings of my body, and I declare this a permanent battle! Not a courting battle! If you fail…there will be no second battle for this right!”

 

   Paramalia *laughs* as she rears up, “You know as I do…thanks to some research into the matter…that this means one win and I may do as I wish, call upon you as I wish?”

 

   Athena smiles, “the same as Gel,”

 

  She looks up at Paramalia, “you’d still have to share me with Gel…a harem…”

 

  She shakes her head, “Its as you say goddess! So yes I accept your challenge!”

 

  Spear looks at Alana, “is it just me or does it sound like she wants to lose?”

 

  “She can’t,” says Alana, “not on purpose, centaurs are prideful creatures, despite their lusts that they hide away; mostly thanks to a handful of them as I read ruining their reputation as a species a few thousand years back.”

 

  “Oh its starting,” says Spear.

 

    “Feel my power!” yells out Athena while leaping into the air, “Golden Wave!”

 

  With swing of her sword a golden arc of energy shoots down, Paramalia leaps high into the air dodging it.

 

  “Impossible,” says Athena.

 

  “Eldritch Cyclone!” yells out Paramalia as she spins like a top upon her tentacles, forming a cone beneath her kicking up a cyclone of sand.

 

    “I held back before,” says Athena, “so as not to deal lethal damage in this contest,” she shields her eyes from the sand by summoning her golden medusa head ornamented shield, “but you are an Eldritch One after all…”

 

  “Gorgon’s Stare!” yells out Athena as green beams shoot from the eyes of the shield.

  Paramalia effortlessly dodges the attack by leaping.

 

  “Golden Cross Attack!” shouts Athena sending two golden arcs with her sword.

 

  “No…” mouths Athena as Paramlia grabs both arcs with her hands, hands glowing with blue energy.

 

  “I was taught to fight,” says Paramalia, “by three of the most powerful of all who ventured up from the abyss; my sister Echidaria, the Chaos Queen, and Ocean Queen Tsunami.”

 

  “Negative Feedback!” yells out Paramalia as the arcs spark wildly, turn black, and change directions.

 

  She tosses the Darkness Arcs at Athena.

 

  “Holy Barrier!” shouts Athena erecting a golden dome of energy.

 

 “Sand Strike.” says Paramalia as she lands while the Darkness Arcs fight against the Holy Barrier, tentacles appear below Athena and wrap around her pulling her into the sand as if it were water, just as the Darkness Arcs penetrate the Holy Barrier and cause a strange green explosion.

 

  “Shit!” exclaims Spear very quickly transforming into her Arachne form and erecting a black dome over herself and Alana.

 

  As the green flames subside, Paramalia is standing, something large wrapped in her numerous magically emerging tentacles, with a clear energy barrier around her.

 

  Spear lowers her own barrier, “damn, guess if you mix Darkness and Holy energy you get Necro energy…shit.”

 

  “Uh,” says Alana indicating Paramalia.

 

  “Well damn,” says Spear seeing that Athena is inside Paramalia tentacles, red faced and moaning.

 

 

  Paramalia tentacles are wrapped around her equine body, undulating over the soft surface. Some penetrating and wriggling inside both her intimate orifices. Stretching her pussy and ass more than even a horse’s cock ever could taking full advantage of the centaur anatomy. The smooth and moist tentacles with their suction cups are wrapped around her human form as well, teasing and caressing her abdomen, wrapping around her ample breasts, with suction cups of course practically glued to her nipples. Athena is not fighting it as she practically drools from her gaping mouth and flushed face. Her hands upon the tops of her heaving breasts as they are pulled upon and squished down upon as if in some strange alien milking machine.

 

   “Yes,” says Paramalia, “just as I remembered, the centaur’s milk, a rare delicacy, and always ready for milking from those fine large breasts.”

 

  Alana and Spear exchange looks as Spear says, “you can milk centaurs like cows?”

 

  Paramalia lifts up Athena, her front hooves over and around octopus like body even as the numerous tentacles that emerge from below the membrane curtain continue their hold and activities upon her body. Paramalia licks her lips as she lifts Athena’s face to meet her own to engage in a kiss; even as Paramlia’s tentacles are between their ample breasts. Paramalia pulls back, her long tongue however simply extends as Athena sucks on it, not wanting to let go of this sensation as her back hooves practically dance upon the sand from the multiple orgasms she is receiving from the writhing tentacles, making her tail whip about in a violent frenzy.

 

  Paramalia pulls her tentacles free from the breasts, a squirt of milk escaping them and a drip upon the ends. Paramalia pulls her close again. Paramalia’s tits extend and open up like a pair of suction cups that latch onto Athena’s tits as she hugs her close; the very scene invoking images of Paramalia’s tits trying to swallow Athena’s breasts even though they only wrap around her tits. They suck as the tentacles had before milking her breasts like two hungry beasts. Athena pulls back from the kiss as she is breathing too heavily to focus on it, her horse legs wobbling. Paramalia actually lifts her up, and lays her on her side on the beach, never once losing the grip of their conjoined breasts or invading tentacles. They lay now upon the beach, their inhuman lower bodies intertwined in a most bizarre fashion, horse legs with octopus tentacles, long red phallic tentacles like red whips undulating in the large pulsating pussy of a yellow furred horse, while two women protrude from this mess making out on the beach lying together, biting and teasing each other’s lips and sucking on each other’s tongues. Although in this case there are two other (mouths) suckling on the blond beauty’s breasts, two round suction cup transformed tits continuing to suck and stimulate the other’s sensitive tits; even when the milk is all gone, focusing on this tender spot.

 

    “Wow,” says Spear, “they do know they’re still on the beach right?”

 

  Alana says, “Paramalia has always been something of an expositionist,”

 

  “Not Athena,” says Spear, “I don’t think she knows we’re still here.”

 

  As Athena lets out a loud moan and scream as her juices explode, and they just continue to fuck right there Alana says, “I don’t think she knows the world is still here.”