MOTDE: Wait for her to perform an attack, then do the split and slash at her belly B1
From Create Your Own Story
You come within striking range of Solaria. Immediately she goes for the waist-high vertical slash with her sword. A smile forms on your lips, as swiftly as always your legs begin to spread into an 90-degrees angel, lowering your head below her oncoming sword.
But Solaria also smiles. She thrusts her knee out. The force generated from the rising knee colliding with your descending chin snaps your head back as far as your spine allows. There is no pain, only a numbing, quick flash of darkness in your eyes.
When your vision returns everything is blurry and unfocused. There is a sharp, pressuring pain in your skull and when you try to lift your head it feels to sluggish and heavy to move.
Something sharp and metallic is pressed up against your chin. As your vision clears you see that it´s the tip of Solaria´s sword. The Drow looks down on you with the haughty face of a winner. She stands in a clearly dominant position over your floored and still aching body. "You lose, daughter of Char," she sneers down at you. "I claim the glory of this victory for myself only, and your defeat as proof of Valon´s natural superiority over Char."
You eye her with loathing. This is the most degrading moment of your life, your skin crawls with humiliation. All your life you´ve been told that your better than everybody else, that your natural superiority allows you to dominate other women. Now you lie on your back like some common whore being toyed with by the enemy.
"I can guarantee you that this isn´t even a fraction of the submission and humiliation you´ll have to endure when I win the competition and enslave your worthless hide." Solaria gloats and raises her chin higher.
Your eyebrows twitch and nostrils flairs in maddening hatred at your victorious rivals word. The large elven breasts on your chest heave up and down with your heavy, enraged breathes.
"I still plan on castrating you when you become my possession." Solaria says with a wide smile. For a moment you think that her sword is about to travel down to your crotch but then she continues. "But if you get on your knees and pronounce me your mistress then I´ll spare that tiny, croaked twig you call a cock."
You glare at her. "This contest isn´t over Solaria!" you angrily denounce her.
The rejection hardens Solaria´s eyes. "Hmhm, filthy slave!"
Solaria churns her mouth, watering it, then uses it to spit a big splash of saliva right across your face.
"Uhhhuuuhh! Bahhh!" Your throat makes guttural, spewing sounds in disgust as the spit lands on your beautiful face. Instinctively your hands move to wipe it off, for it´s like acid on your pride. You´re ready to get up and smash her across the face but Solaria pushes her sword harder against your neck to assert her control over you.
"I don´t mind my slaves acting feisty to arouse me Daine. But you WILL learn to submit to me whore!" She says and kicks you in the face.
The darkness returns. You return to consciousness just to see the blurry image of Solaria leaving the throne room. It takes almost ten seconds to get back to your feet but well standing you feel your head clear quickly. Solaria must pay for this transgression, your honor must be restored. But first you need to find your huntresses and find out if the Queen and the princesses are still with them.
....
All alone you run through the empathy corridors of the wooden, surface-elven palace. Anxiety starts filling your mind as you search for your lost huntresses. It´s not their well being your worried off, but the condition of the Queen and her daughters. If they are lost, then not only do you lose the opportunity to fuck the most valuable of slaves, but you will also lose items to Solaria in the competition. Losing to that bitch is not an option, especially after how she defeated and humiliated you in the throne room.
After what feels like hours of searching do you find slain bodies that you identify as members of the royal court. Conflict had erupted here between your huntresses and Solaria´s dogs. You follow the trail of bodies and blood. Turning a corner you suddenly find yourself face to face with your military unit.
"High-Huntress!" They say with sudden surprise. They look startled at seeing you, something went wrong.
You step into the room. "What happend?" You ask. "Where is the surface-Queen and her whore virgin daughters?"
Minvir moves forward, her feminine jaw hanging low. As second-in-command it´s her task to inform you of the bad news. "We failed you High-Huntress, Solaira´s dogs, they stole the twin princesses away from us."
Your eyelids shut and your hands encloses into hard fists. Your mind flutters with harsh anger. A begrudging dreadfulness stings at your mind, Solaria has what you don´t, Solaria has the princesses, Solaria could win.
You ready your hand to strike Minvir, but as you open your eyes you see that she has begun kneeling. She bows deeply and submissively without hesitation. Her forehead touches the wooden floor and her ass is raised in the air before your feet.
"I have failed Char. My honor and prestige is without meaning. I surrender myself to your will Daine, firstborn of High-Matriarch Mecinia."
Your fist shakes. Minvir´s posture is slave-like. She´s really debasing herself to ease your anger. None of the other huntresses will look at her with the same respect after this. A female Drow voluntarily staining her own honor, under any circumstance, is viewed with utmost contempt in any part of Drow society.
If she had not knelt you would have struck her, but your newfound loathing for your long time second-in-command reamins. With an unfaltering voice you say, "You are dismissed of your huntress duties Minvir. I´m demoting you to the rank of foot soldier!"
A loud gasp of collective surprise emits from the other huntresses. Minvir has been a huntress longer than most of them have lived, and she´s not only second-in-command, but also in skill. They do not feel empathy for her, the dark elf code forbids such rubbish, but it´s startles them that if Minvir is so disposable then they are never safe under your command.
The muscles in Minvir´s kneeling body visibly tenses. Despite being a member of Clan Char she is of poor birth, she´s worked herself to the position of second-in-command of the famed huntresses of Char purely on skill and accomplishments. It´s her life work, her legacy, now swept away by a mere word from your mouth.
"I do not accept failure among my subjects," you begin, "especially when those failures relate to my own well-being. You are one of my most loyal and oldest serving subjects Minvir. But all bounds we have are broken. By allowing Solaria´s dogs to capture the princesses you´ve failed me gravely, and by the elven blood in my veins, I will never, ever forgive that. Return to the city, foot soldeir!" You end your speech by spitting on Minvir´s kneeling head.
You stand firm and proud. Minvir slowly rises, keeping her head low to avoid eye-contact. She shelters her face as she passes your figure. You need not see her face, you´ve just ruined her life, you know how she feels about you.
You do not watch her as your long time servant leaves her life behind.
There is a long pause with all huntresses staring at you anxiously.
"Everyone kneel." You finally say.
The huntresses does so without hesitation. "Sister Treccia, where is the surface Queen?"
"In the room behind us High-Huntress," she says and points at a large door right behind your huntresses. "It´s her private chambers. We tied the big-titted Queen to her royal bed. We deemed it... appropriate for her enslavement night."
You nod in appreciation. Fucking that arrogant surface-elven Queen´s pussy and ass in her own private bed will feel good.
Treccia continues to speak. "You did the right thing dismissing Minvir sister-superior. The might of our race and honor of clan Char must be upheld at all cost."
"I don´t need your approval Treccia," you bark at her. "What I need is a new second-in-command."
The eyes of your huntresses light up like fire. Now the anxiety really kicks in. A higher position, more power, more prestige and honor, it´s what they are all searching for.
Your first thoughts drift to Rainye. She would be the obvious choice with her military skills and personal connections to you. But she is disqualified due to her background. Rainye hails from a vassal Clan of Char, she is not entitled to such an honorable position. Second-in-command of the huntresses of Char can only be awarded to one of pure Char blood, anything else would be a disgrace to your Clan´s honor, you wouldn´t give her the position even if you could. Rainye may be a extremely loyal vassal and highly proven ally, but she´s still just a servant and will always be.
With Rainye out of the question your thoughts drift to your sister Treccia. You quickly dismiss her, her loyalty is assured but you do not think she has the leadership quality's or general battle skills to be your second-in-command.
The qualities you're looking for are youth, ambition, swordsmanship and leadership, loyalty, but also the graceful beauty to handle the position of second-in-command. You think for a long while.
"Trix," you finally announce with a loud, stern voice.
"Yes High-Huntress!" She yelps like a blissful little girl.
The glow in the eyes of the other huntresses is put out but is magnified ten times in the eyes of Trix. You step up to the kneeling young dark elf and put your hand on top of her milk white hair and dig your fingers into her skull. She looks at you with a fawning gaze, ecstatic over being the chosen one.
"You are my new second-in-command Trix of Char. Do NOT fail me like the last one did. She was a loyal, long time servant who had served me extremely well over the years. I would not show such mercy on someone so unproven as you are."
"I will not fail you High-Huntress! Your will is my law and by the noble blood in my veins I shall uphold it no matter what the consequences!" She yells resolutely.
"Good," you say with a appeased voice then pat your new second-in-command on her cheek. "Now, let´s open this door and see what pleasures this elven Queen has to offer her mistress, me."
