This choice: She tests her new strength • Go Back...Chapter #6She tests her new strength by: CiHlTy   Like a force of nature – powerful, unrelenting and unstoppable. Every obstacle was flattened or obliterated, nothing was able to resist. Despite being such a threatening force, she was of irresistible beauty too. Her skin had the noble colour of alabaster and her body almost looked like it had been made of the very same material. But “made” was to crude, “sculptured” was a more fitting term. Every inch was perfect, like the old statues on the palace roof in Widowwood. She was reminded of the warriors of the amazons on the far eastern wing, depicted in the large battle of Hor’nak. It had been the amazon’s finest hour. Led by her famous Warrior-Queen Laurel, they had defeated an orc-army, outnumbering them ten to one. Like Laurel the beauty before her was athletic beyond comprehension too. And still she had kept a feminine beauty.
Amanda had never been a poet or intellectual, but still her mind kept searching for anything she knew, she could compare with the view in front of her. She had been that dazzled since Sari had blown through the massive stone wall like a hot knife through butter. Unimpressed by the amount of destruction caused by her grand entrance, the female juggernaut had directly turned to face Amanda. Suddenly she found herself toppling over, her body flying through the air. Sari caught hold of her as she fell and slowed her descent to the ground. Before I had a chance to realize what was happening Sari’s enormous body was on top of Amanda and she was pinning her wrists to the dusty floor. First Amanda thought of fighting back, but was stopped short as she became conscious of the fact that Sari was at least four times her mass. Sari placed her sinful, red mouth on Amanda’s and kissed her savagely. Amanda now resisted, trying to clamping her mouth shut as Sari’s tongue traced the edges of her pursed lips. Sari knew that Manda was completely overmatched, and switched to using just one hand to hold down both of Amanda’s. No matter how hard Amanda tried she couldn't move Sari even an inch. Sari's free hand began to tenderly stroke Amanda’s hair and face. Suddenly Amanda’s resistance crumbled. It was not the first time Sari had sex with her. They were used to meet in the basement, hidden from Lydia’s eyes. It was no love-making. Amanda would never call it that way. For such a poetical term Sari was to cold and calculating, even in the moments of pleasure. Amanda knew, Sari was using her – every time – without deeper feelings. Sometimes it stained the sex, because Sari –like in all things- knew what to do, the perfect spots to touch, but it was without passion. In these moments it felt almost mechanical, despite Sari’s skilful movements. This time was different. Not only Sari had changed to colossal all-powerful beauty, it was passionate. It was wild and every fibre of Amanda’s body screamed for more. Sari thrusts her finger deep inside her, pressing into her g-spot as she came out again. Amanda squirmed in waves of pleasure, they both came several times until they both succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep – although Amanda was sure Sari could have went on for hours.
Amanda woke up, her head between mountain-like breasts, her own thin frame sprawled on, the hard ridges and lines of Sari’s recently acquired six pack. Even her soft, sleeping breathes felt incredible powerful. Gently Amanda stroked the underside of Sari’s monumental breasts. Sari had become a being beyond any description. And at the peak of this mountain of femininity was her beautiful face, hidden behind this mountain-ridge of breasts. Amanda had been shocked, when she had seen that Sari’s ice-cold blue eyes had turned dark red and she had almost been repulsed by the horns. But Sari’s overwhelming other features had extinguished her doubts in seconds. She flinched when Sari suddenly spoke.
“Get up, Amanda. We’ll meet outside. We’re going for a walk!”
Immediately she rolled from the towering former-apprentice. After all the from-sex-to-business demeanour was typical Sari. Amanda grabbed after her clothes.
“No, I like you the way you are!” Sari’s seductive voice demanded. Amanda thought about protesting for the fraction of a second, but decided otherwise. Sari had never been known for accepting objections.
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