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The Black Knight flanking the King kept close attention to the attacking White Queen. Her thighs tensed, keeping a grip upon her steed as the White Queen sacked the castle. A confused hubbub of cries came from the Rook's defenders, at first a wavering chorus of fear and dismay, but as the Queen ascended the castle, having her way with the Black Amazon defenders, fear and dismay gave way to screams of pain, moans of pleasure, shouts of ecstatic release, and now sighs and whimpers from prostrate defenders, senses still reeling from overwhelming climax.

The White Queen strutted from the gate of the sacked castle, tugging her white silks into place and adjusting her huge ivory strap-on, still glistening with the sexual juices of the warriors the Queen had speared to joyful surrender. Her lips curled in a hungry smile at the Black King, so close, without any Black protectors between the Queen's ivory strap-on and the King's ****, open mouth and ass.

The Black Knight's heart beat faster as she saw her King's member pulsing, rising in the face of the White Queen's domineering lust. As perverse as it might seem, there could be keen excitement in anticipating a struggle when all could be lost. The Knight felt a throbbing between her legs and a descent of moisture. Her sovereign revealed that keenness as his lovely brown shaft lifted, its purple head swelling and rising past the protective embrace of his foreskin to be revealed, unhooded, under the lust-hungry gaze of the White Queen who had sacked his defending castle and personally fucked each defender to the heights of pleasure, wracked by spasms of joy and unable to resist her supremacy.

The Black controller's decision echoed across the board.

"Knight takes Queen."

Yes.

The Black Knight dug her heels into her war-mare, holding her bareback seat tightly with her knees. The ebony steed dashed forward. The Knight's pussy lips swelled from the jolting between her legs and moistened with anticipation of the contest with the White Queen. With her knees and her seat, she steered her charger forward, reining in her black steed to dismount gracefully facing the invading Queen. The Queen's face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips moist with avid hunger. The Black Knight, even dismounted, stood forth a grand figure of an Amazon warrior, with the stature of a champion, the muscles of a wrestler, and jutting breasts and flaring hips joining the sexual power of Woman to a warrior spirit equal to any man.

The Black Knight spoke her challenge. "White Queen, you may boast of laying low our proudest tower and menacing our King. But your treacherous **** stops here, in this hour. My sisters writhed upon your stolen rod of ivory, squealing as you compelled each one to surrender to you, overmastered by pleasure. But I am stronger yet. You shall not pass."

The White Queen's grin broadened as the Knight arrived to challenge her. "No matter," the Queen said. "Your cunt is meat for my spearing, and on my spear of joy you shall call out my name, forsaking your loyalty for the pleasure only I can give. Come to me, my knight, and I shall show you the heights, and the depths, and you shall give yourself to me forever."

The Black Knight steadied herself for the contest, taking refuge in her strength and skill and in her many victories, holding to her will until her opponent climaxed and lost. "I shall come, yes, but never shall I give myself away."

The Black Knight strode forward, a gait of confident purpose, but the White Queen laughed and the Knight lost her stride, stumbling. A flush of heat spread over her body, anger lust and shame all together. Her knightly garb bound and pulled upon her overheated flesh, and she yearned to overcome the Queen so she could be free of it.

The White Queen laughed again as the Black Knight stepped up before her.

"See, already your pleasure leaks from between your legs, your nipples rise and chafe themselves upon your surcoat," said the Queen. "With barely a touch I will have your surrender, and your soul."

With a mocking smile, the White Queen bent forward, her ice-blue eyes like daggers aimed at the Black Knight's face. When the Knight flinched, the White Queen pounced. With a half-step forward, the Queen's ivory dildo prodded the Knight's saddle-damp crotch, sending an electric ripple of pleasure through the Knight's body. The Queen's white swan-like neck whipped forward, pressing her pale pink lips to the Black Knight's full ruddy ones and stabbing forward with her tongue, invading the Knight's mouth as the Queen had **** entry to the fallen Castle of the Knight's Amazon sisters.

The Knight moaned aloud, unable to resist the pleasure the Queen had compelled from her between her prodding ivory dildo and her questing, snaking tongue. Steadfastness would not serve, for the Queen's wicked wiles would melt the Knight's resolve. Not steadfasness, nor honor, nor fair combat. Needs must when the devil drives. The Knight reached down, grasping the oversized ivory phallus and pushing it aside.

"Not so fast, fair Knight!" hissed the Queen. "My ivory rod will claim your cunt, and no feeble protest will avail. Already your proud muscles turn to water, aching for me to take you deep. Oh, no denials? You have lost already."

But the Black Knight's other hand had found its way inside the Queen's robes, and the wise fingers that had gentled and trained a skittish warhorse, the sensitive fingertips that hand coaxed a thousand orgasms from squires, pawns, and adversaries, those dark and clever fingers found themselves touching the silk-soft flesh of the Queen, and what had begun as the White Queen taking the Black Knight by the sheer impunity of her commanding sexuality quickly became a battle between two mistresses of sensation.

The Knight kept the Queen busy, twisting her hips and pushing the dildo aside with her hand, while the Queen, using leverage and stature, pressed her case, laughing as her grand ivory strap-on made its way closer and closer to the Knight's oozing pussy lips. Indeed, the sheer length and thickness of the Queen's artificial penis hampered her approach.

While the Queen's dildo tip nosed closer and closer to the Knight's pussy, the Knight played her fingers on the soft, sensitive skin of the overheated White Queen. After having her way with a castle full of Amazons, the Queen herself was glowing with sexual heat, dripping with arousal, and trembling with excitement.

Yet the Queen's dildo found its mark. With a stooping thrust of her hips, the White Queen hilted her massive rod inside the Black Knight's cunt. The Knight threw her head back and cried aloud as the carven ivory tooth struck deep. Her legs buckled from the sudden, shocking fullness within. The Queen laughed, cupped the Knight's hard-muscled buttocks, and lifted her adversary bodily from the ground.

"Haha, Knight!" the Queen mocked. "For all your riding, you have never ridden an elephant's tusk!"

Moans of dismay and snarls of anger came from the Black defenders gathered around. The Black King watched, absorbed in the scene, his penis throbbing at full height as White's fiercest piece held his last defender aloft, fucking the Black Knight with her dildo as the Knight bounced between the Queen's cupped hands and her thrusting hips.

Though the Knight was trapped, even more so was the Queen. With the Queen's hands full, with her feet planted to thrust, she was in no position to resist when the Knight reached up with both hands, laced her strong, dark fingers into the Queen's pale golden hair, and pulled.

Squawking in surprise, the Queen stumbled backward and fell flat upon her back, throwing her hands back too late to break her fall, hitting the ground with the Knight on top of her.

The Knight's landing was softer, but for one thing. Falling down with her full weight upon the White Queen also meant falling down upon the Queen's dildo.

The onlookers gasped.

The Queen struggled for breath, fallen on hard ground underneath the Knight. The Knight moaned a long, low cry of pleasure from the sudden, deep impact of the dildo. The Knight's legs shook uncontrollably with climax, and she gushed spurts of wet cum upon the Queen's crotch.

Two fallen contenders sobbed and gasped for breath, neither paying any mind to the hot, aroused body pressed tightly to her own. What could it mean? Had they fought to an exhausted draw?

And yet the Knight's breath slowed, steadying. Slowly, she slid her sex-slimed cunt lips from the strap-on. As the Queen sought to catch her breath, to recover her fight, the Knight crawled up her fallen figure, caught the Queen's pale eyes for a moment.

"Now who has the upper hand, and who trembles?" the Knight rasped out. The Queen's eyes opened wide with shock as the Knight turned the tables upon her, holding her head and bending to tease at a kiss.

The Knight's tongue-tip danced along the Queen's thin pink lips, held stiffly against the probing tongue until the Knight opened a flank attack with a firm pinch on the Queen's soft nipple. The Queen gasped, and the Knight's tongue dived into the unguarded opening.

The Knight was relentless, working the Queen with tongue, lips, and fingers, pinching, rubbing, kissing, licking and sucking her way down the Queen's body, keeping the Queen gasping and moaning as the Knight tugged away the remnants of her royal robes.

"So many fine words, Queen," the Knight mocked. "So many boasts. Where are your boasts now? Not even your ivory lance could unseat me."

The Queen's only answer as a long moan as the Knight gripped the bottom shaft of the Queen's ivory dildo and pressed it into the her mound, grinding down and around and around.

"Haha, ha, your finest weapon turns against you," the Knight said.

"AAAooooohhhwwww!" the Queen moaned.

Just below the supple leather patch that held the ivory dildo in place, the straps of the harness parted to reveal the Queen's own pussy, lips swollen fully open with arousal, clit throbbing, and juices oozing.

The Knight bent over the dildo and regarded it for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of the Amazon sisters whose climaxes the Queen had **** upon its point. With hand, the Knight tilted it toward her mouth, and with the other hand, she reached down to the Queen's dripping pussy. With two sinewy dark fingers, she partedthe swollen pink lips and rested her rough-skinned thumb tip upon the royal jewel of joy.

"Now you will give back every orgasm you have taken by ****, and more," the Knight growled. "If it takes. All. Day."

"Nooooohh!" the Queen cried out.

"Every one, and more," the Knight said. She bent her head and kissed the ivory tip, licked her sisters' juice, then took it in, filling her mouth.

The Queen moaned aloud as if the ivory member had been her real, living cock.

Minute by minute, the Black Knight wrung orgasm after orgasm from the White Queen. Working the dildo like a cock in her mouth, biting down to grind the base into the Queen's mound with the **** of her head and arm together, then finger-fucking hard with a two-fingered grip, then strumming the stiff-swollen clit tip. And then all of these again.

"AH! No! NooooowwwwwAAAAAHHH!" the Queen screamed out as the Knight took her to orgasm.

The Queen's orgasmic cries shook the battlefield, calling tears to the eyes of her fellow White pieces, while the Black pieces smiled, feeling warm with satisfaction as the Knight took a long and very pleasurable **** upon the piece that had done so much to their sister Amazons.

Over the course of the Knight's ****, the Queen's cries went from full-throated screams and protests, to curses and sobs, and down to blubbering pleas for mercy.

And each time the Queen's protests ended with the Knight pushing her over the edge and forcing the Queen to yield yet another orgasmic moan.

"M-m-mercy," the Queen croaked out, her pale face flushed pink and sheened with sweat, her eyes blank and distant.

"Mercy?" the Knight said in an a grim, flat tone. "Mercy, then."

The Knight worked loose the straps of the Queen's harness and stripped it from her, leaving White's proudest piece sprawled naked and supine, limp with orgasmic exhaustion, her pussy lips bright pink and swollen wide. The Knight knelt down to give the White Queen a kiss upon those open lips, and to suck hard on the proud flesh of her erect clitoris. The Queen mumbled, then murmured, and kicked her long pale legs high, her toes curling tight with her final climax.

Rising from the ground, the Black Knight stood up unsteadily, holding her trophy high. The elephant's tusk had returned to its true home.

The Queen lay limp in utter defeat.

After a time, the Knight heard herself called.

"Come, loyal knight," said the King, "Kneel before me and be rewarded."

The Knight, wrung out after her combat with the White Queen, staggered over to her King and knelt at his feet. She looked adoringly up at her sovereign as he slid his member between her lips to touch her throat and held her gently with his fingertips upon each cheek.

"Be rewarded," the King said. His cock swelled, his eyes rolled up, and he groaned aloud as he filled the Knight's mouth with his hot seed. An aftershock of her climax rippled through the Knight's body as she swallowed his gift.

The White Queen had fallen in a battle of sexual prowess as the Black Knight defended her King, and now the Black Knight had received her King's reward.

But White was next to play, and the garrison of White's Rook salivated at the chance for ****.