Queen e8 to f6

Looking at her rival across the board, the sadistic Black Queen would grin ferally, like the psychotic woman she was. Her eyes locked on the massive chest of the barely clad white woman. She could imagine what that sorceress would be like, broken, on her hands and knees, eating her out. There would be a mocking laugh thrown across the board.

She would take out one of her floggers, pointing it across at the magical women across the beach and the cove that had turned into a battleground. A game amongst gods. "Come and face me. Let's see what you're made of, you haughty bitch. Your women will heal your wails, your court will fall to their knees. Seeing how impotent and weak you are. That the greatest amongst them is just as vulnerable as the rest. And when I've broken you, they will know that it is their fate."

The powerful enchantress would rise up in the air, her hands glowing, a set of angelic wings forming behind her. A large spear and shield appearing in her hands as she would ready herself. "My girls are under my protection. That and our King's! You will leave us be or be destroyed.

The arrogant amazon would step forwards, drawing on her own power as a barbed whip, dripping with poison would come out. Arrogantly advancing, thrusting her massive chest forwards. A challenge. One that would be met.

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