The Love of the Sword

The war was in full- swing. Eirika’s troops are trying to clear the monsters out of Magvell for good. Marisa, the swordsmistress, engaged in a deadly battle with a
gargoyle, decides to see how much her skill had improved.

She gripped her samshir tightly and set her feet. She quickly parried an attack
from the gargoyle, and then sidestepped another. Suddenly, she jumped in the air, somersaulted and cracked the gargoyle through the head. The monster toppled over, dead.

Marisa quickly scanned the field for her next opponent.

Unbeknownst to her, another gargoyle had spotted her. The monster angled toward her, spear outstretched. The monster’s intent, to kill.

Contact was near, suddenly, a voice call on high.

“Marisa, watch out!”

Marisa looked up and managed to parry the oncoming blow at the last second.

To Marisa, time seemed to stand still, the gargoyle readied for another attack. The spear seemed suspended, ready to pierce her breast. The point of a spear appeared through its chest. The monster let out a terrible scream, and collapsed, dead. Marisa suddenly saw the Pegasus knight flying behind the monster.

“Are you hurt?” the knight queried.

Marisa grunted in response. The peg knight spoke, “Let me look and see if you are injured.”

The knight removed its helmet, revealing long blue hair and deep blue eyes. It was Tana, princess of Frelia, who stared at Marisa.

Tana quickly looked over Marisa; she was bloody, but unharmed.

“You seem to be uninjured, are you fine to fight?” Tana asked.

Marisa again grunted in response.

The swordsmistress ran off toward her next enemy.

Marisa sat silently caressing her sword. She stood, and took a few practice swings.

She felt fine physically, but inside she was filled with doubt. “How could I be overmatched by a common monster,” she thought, “I must become the best; no one can stand in my way. I must love no one, and trust no one.”

Tana strolled by, and saw Marisa, practicing, by herself, like always. “Hey Marisa, right?” she said, “Would you like a sparring partner?”

Marisa grunted again, which Tana took to be a yes.

Tana grabbed her lance and twirled it expertly. “Are you ready?” she said, and settled into a defensive position.

Marisa advanced in a flash, and struck thrice in quick succession. Tana easily parried all the blows.

“She’s good,” thought Marisa.

Marisa stayed on the attack, trying desperately to land a blow. Tana attacked, Marisa side- stepped, and jumped into the air, somersaulted, and landed, sword at Tana’s head.

“Congrats,” Tana said, “You win, you fight really well, you beat me, even though I had the advantage.”

Marisa grunted again.

“You don’t talk much do you?” Tana received no response, “Well, can I ask, what drives you?”

Marisa finally spoke, “I must become the greatest swordsman in Magvel; I will not stop until I achieve that goal, and I must do it alone.”

“Alone?” the blue haired girl responded, “You practice without end so that you can be alone? What about the one you love?”

“Love?” said the purple haired girl, perplexed, “No, I don’t want anyone in my way.”

“No one?” replied Tana, “Then you have never felt love.”

Marisa was taken aback. Then, she felt Tana mess with her lips, but she wasn’t just messing, she was being kissed. Suddenly, she felt another intrusion. It was Tana’s tongue.

The two tongues dueled for supremacy. Marisa moaned slightly, overcome by how wonderful she felt. Marisa took some initiative, and pulled the Pegasus knight into an embrace.

Tana’s hands started exploring Marisa’s backside, she squeezed Marisa’s butt, eliciting a soft moan from her. Marisa suddenly pushed Tana off, and said, “follow me, we’re going to my tent.”

The two went quickly, and closed the tent flap. They picked up right where they left off. Marisa leaned in a kissed Tana again, this time lightly squeezing Tana’s breast in the process. Tana moaned, and Marisa added more pressure.

Tana broke the moment, and quickly stripped, Marisa did as well, following the queue. They quickly rejoined the kiss. This time four hands roamed over two bodies. Marisa pulled away, and pinched Tana’s nipple. Her other hand roamed to the other girls blue bush. Marisa lightly stroked the outer folds of Tana’s pussy. Tana was very wet, and this moisture allowed Marisa to slowly slide her finger up into Tana.

Tana whimpered a little, and responded by caressing Marisa’s nether regions. Both girls were no moaning uncontrollably, fingers going in and out, in and out, in and out of each other. Tana felt pressure building up, and then felt a sense of loss. Marisa had removed her fingers.

Marisa flipped around, and found herself staring at Tana’s snatch. She took a tentative lick, and noted Tana’s reaction. In a 69 position, the two began. Both felt close to bliss. The tongues darted in and out, in and out. Marisa suddenly nibbled at Tana’s clitoris, sending Tana over the edge.

Tana screamed, and held tightly onto Marisa, her orgasm overtaking her. Marisa received a little lick on her clitoris, and she too began to cum.

Both girls screamed loudly, and they both slowly came back to earth from their extreme highs.

“Fine,” said Marisa, “But, only for love.”