Take the crystal.

She licks her lips, wipes her brow, and readies wiggling fingers out towards the artifact. With a swift motion, she swipes the crystal from its resting place and grips it in her palm. For a moment, nothing happens, but then it starts to flicker rapidly. A white light builds up inside of it until a blast fires into the center of the room, and from it, a figure.

The being appears to be made entirely out of crystals, with only a general shape resembling a human man. Two glowing white eyes flash to life and they stare her down.

"You have awoken the Crystal Lord!" booms a voice from no mouth to be seen.

"How lame," she mutters.

But from her hand, the crystal begins to rapidly shake. It rises up into the air, and like a bullet, it fires downwards at her feet. Instinctively, she leaps back, but she was incorrect. It wasn't aiming for her legs or feet, but instead, between her legs. It whipped up beneath her skirt and under her panties to press its smooth surface against her bare womanhood. She yelps in surprise and immediately grabs it with both hands, trying to free herself from it.

"It... won't... come off!" she grunts. "It's stuck to me down there. What did you do?"

"It will not come loose unless you can best me in a battle. Ready your blade, and fight me, or else you will become my **** for the rest of your life. That part of me will take control of you if you are not strong enough."

"I'm plenty strong! Stronger than anyone."

"We will see."

With a thrust of his hand to the side, a sword made entirely out of the same crystal that made up his body extends from within his hand. He slides his feet out across the stone tile floor and prepares immediately for combat.

"I will instruct you the rules of this duel. If you are to lose control and your body has an orgasm while I still live, the crystal attached to your body will immediately seize control of your mind. You will be mine. Another resolution is your defeat by my sword. But fret not, for certainly by what you said, you are strong enough to handle it. The crystal itself does nothing more, as this room is as dry as a bone. The wetter the crystal becomes, the more sporadic it reacts, so surely, you should have nothing to worry about my dear. Now, fight me!"

"Wet?" she thinks to herself. "N-No way. Well, that doesn't matter. It isn't like I'm that kind of girl. What does this guy think I am? He's mocking me. He thinks I'll actually start getting excited, and if I do..."

She gulps. However, she shakes her worry away and prepares herself as well.

Tavia begins the fight with a strafe to the right and an up-thrust swing of her sword. It meets swiftly with a block of his own blade, resonating a clank that bounces off the walls of the small space they're fighting within. He's fast--faster than she expects--and he pirouettes a slice diagonally up her body to barely miss her cheek. When it moves, she sees a trail of pink energy behind the blade, and it cleanly slices through a few hairs of her head.

"That sword... It cut right through," she mutters.

"There is nothing I can not cut," he replies.

She thinks to herself, "I need to be careful. He could cut me clean in half. I better watch his moves closely and make sure I dodge, or my sword might be lost too."

His hand moves. Her hand lifts her blade up and she flinches back, but it was merely a feint attack. Immediately after, the Crystal Lord swipes upwards, dances around her body with blurred steps, and does so once more on the other side. Both make direct contact.

Her teeth clench and she looks around, waiting for her body to fall into two. It doesn't happen. Instead, her metal breastplate falls completely into two pieces to land on the ground, allowing her bra-covered breasts to pop out. Her face flushes pink in humiliation and covers up, but with his continued ****, she's forces to pull her hands away to properly maneuver away.

"Trying to cover yourself? This is a fight of fate, my dear," he mocks.

"You weirdo! What is this going to solve?"

"Your becoming excited by this. How interesting. You assured me you were strong."

Swipe. His swings are barely visible in their speed besides a laser-like trail left behind. Tavia watches in frustration as her cloak falls to the floor around her feet, as does both her left and then right shoulderplates.

"Stop!" she screeches. "Fight me!"

"One more should do," he says with a flick of his wrist.

Her eyes widen as her bra falls gently to the ground. Her firm, full bosom drops out and bounces free, and with that, her face turns as red as a tomato. He does not cease his attack, however. He continues to come at her forcing her to weave and dodge out of the way, but with every move, she can feel her naked chest bouncing up and down for him to stare his beady white eyes at.

"This is humiliating," she grumbles.

Then, she gasps. For whatever reason, the Crystal Lord stops for a moment, as if he knows exactly what's happening. Beneath the fabric of her panties, she can feel the crystal attached to her very softly vibrating against her bare skin. A few drops of liquid must have made their way out. She ceases up completely, clenching her teeth, praying she can control herself not to become even more aroused at the sensation to cause a snowball effect. The Crystal Lord said that if she climaxed, she loses her will. She knows she can't let that happen.

"What is wrong, my dear?" he asks. "You appear to be moving oddly now."

Grumbling, she shifts around him at the ready, but with incredible difficulty. She just can't ignore the small amount of vibrations pressed against her pussy, not to mention her half nudity in front of him. They continue the fight nonetheless. But now, it's obvious that he's not even trying. He dodges, and simply observes.

"You never intended to cut me. You were just stripping me so I'd..." she snarls.

"So it did make you excited."

"No! Damnit."

With one hand, she grabs the crystal through the front material of her skirt and grumbles quietly. It's too much. The vibrations suddenly speed up, and she knows why, though she refuses to say it out loud. She's getting wetter, and it's affecting the magic.

"You better beat me before you reach an orgasm, my dear, or you will be mine," he boasts. "Oops. That is far off. Your footing is slowing down, my dear. You are not even trying to dodge anymore, are you? Ah. Your knees are nearly giving out. You will never hit me like that. No, no. You need to focus. Something must really be getting to you, hm?"

She tries and tries again, but he's right. The increasing vibration makes her wetter, and the wetness makes it vibrate more. She's panting now. While she's this horny, there's no way she can ignore such distractions and hit such a skilled and fast creature. He's just taunting her. And worst of all, she's getting closer.

The Crystal Lord makes his way to the far pink door and stands straight. His sword hand sticks out, and suddenly, he drops it to the ground. Next, he puts both hands behind his back, and remains completely still as he stares directly towards her from across the room.

"There. All you must do is strike me down. Can you do that?" he asks.

Her vision begins to dizzy. At this point, she's nearly on the floor from her legs giving out on her. The crystal itself vibrates at an extremely rapid pace and it becomes completely soaked in her own excitement, so much so that she starts gasping from the intensity. Her breaths increase in velocity. Stuttering out of her lips comes a series of moans, and although she suggest begging for release, she knows what'll happen, and struggles to hold back the noises as best she can. One step, another step. She begins making her way over, but each movement nearly pushes to her climax.

Finally, she can't hold it any longer. She drops to her knee a few feet from him and her sword falls to the ground beside her.

"Nnngg.... Aaah~! It's too much! Turn it off!"

Both hands grab her skirt's front as her face floods with colour. Right on the floor, before his crystalline feet, she tenses up to reach her powerful climax due to the crystal--soaking wet. Her hands close into tightly balled fists and her toes curl up as a flood of ecstasy floods through her body from her head to her feet. All of her compressed moaning comes out at once to a noise of lewd pleasure. Her head rolls back as she looks to him, completely embarrassed and defeated.

"You lose," he says.

Energy from the crystal begins to envelope her body until she's shrouded by a pink mist.

"Now," he adds. "You will serve me. And that crystal attached to your loins is only the beginning to your torment and pleasure."