Morgan takes control

Athena’s fist connected with Morgan’s stomach, a sharp blow that knocked the air out of the Witch Queen’s lungs. She followed up with a kick to Morgan’s side, the **** of it sending her stumbling into a nearby pillar. Morgan winced, gripping the cold stone for support, her emerald eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.

“You’re not as untouchable as you think,” Athena snarled, her voice filled with raw determination.

Morgan straightened, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of her mouth. “And you’re not as clever as you think, goddess,” she spat, just as Athena closed the distance between them again.

Athena landed another punch, then a powerful kick to Morgan’s thigh, causing her to buckle slightly. She grabbed Morgan by the arm and slammed her against the pillar, her forearm pressing firmly against the Witch Queen’s throat.

“You’re coming with me,” Athena growled, her breath heavy but her grip unrelenting.

Morgan’s lips curled into a sly, almost seductive smile despite the blood trickling down her chin. She leaned her head close, her voice a dangerous whisper. “Am I?”

Before Athena could respond, Morgan murmured a spell under her breath.

The world around Athena erupted into searing white light. She staggered back, clutching at her face as her vision dissolved into nothingness. A burning sensation erupted in her eyes, unbearable and all-consuming, forcing her to cry out in pain.

“What—what did you do?!” Athena demanded, her voice shaking with anger as she stumbled backward, momentarily helpless.

Morgan’s laughter echoed through the chamber, low and triumphant. “A little gift to slow you down, my dear. Now, let’s see what lies beneath that exquisite suit of yours.”

Athena fought to steady herself, relying on her other senses to prepare for an attack. But the blinding pain in her eyes made it nearly impossible to focus. She swung wildly, trying to hit Morgan, but the Witch Queen danced out of reach, her movements fluid and precise.

With a sharp crack, Morgan’s whip lashed through the air, striking Athena across the back. The leather whip's enchanted edges tore through the suit, splitting the material and leaving a long gash that exposed her bare skin beneath. Athena gasped, her knees buckling slightly from the stinging pain.

“You thought you could sneak into my domain,” Morgan sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “Now you’ll see—or rather, feel—what happens to trespassers.”

Another crack of the whip, this time across Athena’s thigh. The leather suit began to tear apart, the once-formidable tactical armor proving no match for Morgan’s relentless strikes. Each lash stripped away more of the material, leaving Athena more **** with every blow.

Athena gritted her teeth, forcing herself to rise despite the pain. She lashed out blindly, her fists swinging in the direction of Morgan’s voice, but the Witch Queen was too agile. Another lash came, this time to her chest, and Athena felt the suit rip open further, the cold air biting at her exposed skin.

“Your armor is strong, but not strong enough,” Morgan taunted, her voice filled with mockery. She circled Athena like a predator, striking her again and again with the whip. The suit began to fall away in shreds, the glossy black leather littering the floor around them.

When the whip had done its work, Morgan switched to her cane. She struck Athena with calculated precision, the glowing runes on the cane burning through the remaining fragments of the suit. Each blow resounded with a crack of magic-infused power, leaving Athena gasping and defenseless.

Finally, with a resounding strike to the back, the last remnants of Athena’s suit fell away, leaving her completely bare. She stood in the center of the chamber, her toned body gleaming with sweat, her skin marred with faint red marks from Morgan’s relentless ****. She was exposed, humiliated, and utterly at Morgan’s mercy.

Morgan stepped closer, her whip coiled in one hand, her cane resting lightly against the ground. She tilted Athena’s chin up with the tip of the cane, forcing the blinded goddess to meet her gaze. “You’re strong, Athena. But strength alone won’t save you.”

Athena’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her fists still clenched at her sides despite her helpless state. “This isn’t over,” she growled, her voice trembling with defiance.

Morgan’s smile widened, her emerald eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, my dear, it’s only just begun.”