Cheering from the sidelines

M'lassi sat by the stream watching her cousin fight for her life. Or maybe her dignity in this case.

She had watched Neisa beat the first challenge in seconds and wondered why she had so much trouble before. That was before the second pair of hands joined back in and things got serious.

Now she could barely keep track of the fight. Neisa moved like a living wind, but while she was fast, the ghosts were working together now. She was trying to keep her distance and strike when she saw openings, but the hands anticipated the tactic, crafting false weaknesses and setting traps. So far Neisa had caught then before they resulted in disaster.

She could see her cousin panting for breath, a light sheen of sweat coated her bronzed skin. She wasn't sure why Neisa had taken her shirt off before fighting, but her sweat damp bra resulted in glimpses of the gold and gem adorning her peaks through the fabric.

If Lassi was honest with herself she was still riding a high from the morning, she felt a deep warmth in her belly at the memories of last night and todays events. Watching her beautiful cousin kick arse was stoking that fire, and knowing the results if she should fail added just a little spice to the encounter.

The fight continued, Neisa on the defensive now as the two ghosts spread out to hem her in. They herded her towards the stream until she recognised the danger and tried to dash between them. When she tried to dash through a gap, the clawed hands sprung the trap. They reached out to grapple her, but her speed was enough to escape. Lassi heard a tearing sound though, and when she looked back to Neisa her bra fell apart, missing the several strips of fabric now caught on the claws of the Miqote ghost.

Neisa felt the cool air brush over her chest and glanced down. An expression somewhere between a grimace and a smirk painted her face as she dropped a hand to cup one breast, fingers fiddling with the golden ring dangling from it. She licked her lips and fixed the ghosts with a intense look.

"Okay boys, lets finish this round, keep your eyes up if you want to play with them after." Neisa purred and assumed her combat stance once again, her boobs jiggling behind her guard. The hands followed suit, and the moment their guard's were up Neisa dashed forward like a bolt of lightning.

Lassi lost track again, watching the miqote shaped blur run circles around the two. She took their guards apart methodically, hand by hand. Lassi saw both pairs of hands drop, one straight onto his back, the other down onto an invisible knee. Neisa stopped, panting, she watched the two pairs of hands vanish and looked down at her bracers. Their spiritbond read at a third full now. She sighed heavily and slumped, then stepped over to Lassi and knelt next to her by the stream. She reached into the cool water and splashed her face and chest, shivering slightly.

"Well done Neisa, another down. But what happens now?" Lassi pat her on the back and asked, her eyes roameing over her cousin's glistening chest.

"Last time i beat the roe hands, the miqo ones appeared. I guess i'm about to find out, i dont know if i can beat three this time..." Neisa looked determined.

They didnt have to wait long to find out, as soon as Neisa turned and stood again three pairs of hands appeared. The Roegadyn and Miqote hands were back, and now they were joined by a pair of slender build, long fingers and carefully manicured nails. The was another interesting factor, where the hands used to end sharply at the wrist, now their forearms were partially visible and they cut off just before the elbow.

The new hands, most likely a elf or viera's hands judging by the height, approached Neisa. The pugilist's mouth dropped open slightly at the changes, and at the prospect of fighting a woman taller than her. Once the female hands reached her one reached forward to cup her chin, while the other reached for her tits.

Neisa allowed the hand to lift her chin up to look where the ghosts head would be, but tried to push the other hand away from her breast. That hand recieved a swift slap away before it gently grasped her left nipple. Neisa released a gasp as her ring and nipple were inspected, turned one way then the other, then released after a slight pinch. The hand at her chin left and the ghost seemed to turn back to the other two. Then it launched into a silent tirade against its ghostly compatriots. Lassi and Neisa winced at the violent gestures alone.

The four male hands reacted as if cowering in fear from the new pair, before the woman's hands turned back to Neisa. They switftly grasped her chin again and turned her head up, then Neisa moaned as she felt lips press into her own. Lassi watched with growing arousal as the ghost kissed her cousin, before it let her go, she heard a slap as one of Neisa's tits jiggled, then the woman's hands returned to the mens. All three turned and dropped into fighting stances.

Neisa blushed bright red, her nipples stuck out stiff and she trembled slightly.

"Well this should be fun!" Lassi shouted as Neisa shot her a dirty look.