Claire and Almanera - Attack Change

I had finally made it here. The ebony hall dotted with white marble filled my vision, beautiful tapestry draped down from the ceiling that was illuminated by a chandelier, but my focus was only on the woman in front of me.

"Almanera! Your reign of terror is over!" I shouted at the woman sitting on the golden throne at the end of the room. Her black robe stretched far beneath the elevated steps, covering her entire body. On her head was her horned crown, adorning her fiery red hair. She gave an amused smile, as if I wasn't even a threat to her, and this only fueled my rage even further.

The anger, despair, and powerlessness I felt when my family was killed, all the tears I shed at the deaths of my allies. It was time to pay her back for all of it.

"Oh? And why do you suppose that is the case?" She taunted me as she chuckled. Her voice seemed to boom and reverberate through the thick miasma that filled the room, and echoed in my ears. It was her dense mana, the proof of her domain, and the reason she became known as the feared Grand Witch.

"Because I will end you right here, right now. Aquarius! Guide my blade!"

I raised my shimmering blue greatsword, glimmering with the power of the Great Oceans. I gathered all my mana into a singluar strike. For my family, for my friends, for the world.

"Typhoon Slash![Tier 7]."

Clink!

As I used my strongest attack and went to swing down with my blade, I noticed something.

Almanera hadn't done anything. She had sat there, looking down at me like I was an animal, but she had done nothing else. No summoning of her defenders, no casting of any defensive magics. She hadn't even tried to stop my casting either. But that thought was only for a split second, and I let the incongruency pass, attributing her inaction to hubris.

My glimmering greatsword swung down, a wave of elemental energies erupting from around me. It thrashed against the marble floor, the basalt pillars, and wrestled against the miasma, all with the intentions of defeating the witch.

As the energy died down, vision returned to the hall, and I could see it. I was victorious.

Almanera, on her golden throne, still sitting there. My attack hadn't reached her at all, and she didn't show any signs of having moved or acted in any way either.

"You may have to work on your aim," Almanera smirked with her everpresent smile. "You missed."

I smirked back.

"I wasn't aiming for you."

Clang! Cla-cla-cla-clang!

The clanging of metal fragments echoed throughout the now silent hall, accompanied only by Almanera poor attempt to stifle her laughter.

This raised another round of alarm in my mind. Why was she laughing? Did she not know what kind of situation she was in? Didn't she see the attack I had unleashed?

"Then what were you aiming for?" I frowned. It was obvious she was feigning ignorance, still believing that she had the upper hand. "Of course, I was aiming for..."

I glared back at her as I felt her eyes roam my entire body. Typhoon Slash was a legendary spell that harnessed the winds of the Great Oceans into a single strike, allowing the caster to completely destroy any target they desire, but it also granted enough control to remove any threat of collateral damage. With that ultimate attack, I had attacked...

"My clothes." I looked down to look at the result of my work.

The rest of my tattered clothes floated down, joining my shattered armor around me, my sword was also there, having embedded itself up to its crossguard in the marble floor. I looked at my body, my pale melon-sized breasts jutting proudly upwards and outwards. I looked behind me, twisting my leg a little to put some strength in my perky butt that was bouncing feely in the open air.

Everything was going to plan.

Almanera was cackling by this point, covering her eyes with her left hand as her right held firmly onto her staff. I observed her for a while, slowly walking forward while looking for an opening.

"Well, I suppose this is all fine to you." Almanera spoke as she slowly got up from her throne. "Since you haven't-"

Now!

Taking advantage of the opening presented to me, I quickly dashed forward. She didn't seem to have expected my sudden movement as her eyes went wide. And as I reached my destination...

Plop!

I immediately squatted down onto the sword hilt, the pommel acting as a buttplug as it slid snuggly into my inviting hole.

I moaned as pleasure flooded my brain. My left hand shot straight up to my chest, pinching my nipple as my right hand plunged straight into my drenched cunt.

This was heaven, this was victory.

As I continued to moan and fuck myself, through my half-lidded eyes, I could see Almanera standing there. I smirked back at her.

"It's my victory, Mistress."

---

That honestly surprised me. I didn't expect her to just charge like that.

As I slowly walked down from the steps of the throne, I approached Claire, the hero. It was honestly impressive how much stronger the human girl was able to get after our brief first encounter twenty or so years ago. The hero, prophesized to end my supposed 'reign of terror'. Well, none of that mattered at this point.

"Ahn~ Mmm~ Aah~"

In the end, that hero fell for my trap. A defensive array that covered my entire castle. Its effect? Whenever someone casts a powerful spell within it, just before it is cast, the array would inject a small sequence into the dense collection of mana to alter the user. I could've made it so that all it did was make them become absolutely loyal to me, but... changing a mind, bending it to my will, that was really hot.

"Well, Claire-" Her eyes shot open as she glared at me. "****." She corrected me with the same anger she had before. How cute.

" ****. So what are you doing right now?" She scoffed, her short blond hair bouncing. Well, not from the scoffing, but from the fact that she was fucking her ass with her own sword. "Well, Mistress," She emphasized that word as if to insult me for referring to her wrong. "You may have forgot, but victory is determined by who cums first, and you're nowhere close to cumming." She probably thought she was sneering at me, but all I could see was Claire give an ahegao with her eyes crossed and tongue out, her two hands making peace signs next to her chest.

It was honestly adorable how confident she acted. After all those defeats at my generals, she still returned to defeat them, and had gotten so close to defeating me as well. But alas.

"Don't worry about it," I raised the tip of my staff up to her forehead. "I've got something up my sleeve."

I had thought about keeping her around, either as a servant or just as a decoration. She was a beautiful girl, I must admit, but none of those were roles that I needed her to fill. And if the hero was left alive, the prophecy was technically still active, and I wasn't going to risk anything at this point after seeing what she could do.

I looked down at her for the last time. She had pulled both her nipples up to her mouth and were sucking them. I smiled.

"Goodbye, hero. Obliterate[Tier 9]."

Clink!

The dense miasma in the room coagulated into a single black sphere atop my sphere. I then willed it to move down. Down and down it went.

I then willed it foward, foward towards Mistress. After moving right above the scratched marble floor, it made contact with the target, and obliterated it from existence.

Mistress fell backwards on her ass, her sword-dildo-buttplug having been erased. She looked up in shock and betrayal.

"HOW DARE YOU!" I covered my mouth as I giggled. So innocent, so naive. How could she not have seen that coming? I could see that she had been right on the edge of cumming. But that would mean she would win. I couldn't have that.

"Oh, _Mistress. _What happened to your precious sword? I'm afraid that without it, I have all the time in the world to cum as I please." I winked before snapping my fingers. The long black robe that had covered my body slowly began to fade away, like strands of night itself.

---

This was a disaster. Mistress had outsmarted me.

I looked on in horror as her clothes fully faded away. Then, with a sultry pout on her face, she began to pose. Her perky breasts were bigger than mine, and her legs were already drenched in her juices. She then used both her hands to knead her breasts before bouncing up and down.

"Do you like what you see, Mistress?" She was taunting me again. A wide smile on her face that exuded supreme confidence. I desperately wanted to deny her, but some things couldn't be denied.

"...I do, Mistress," I turned away to not give her the satisfaction. "I like it a lot."

"Well, I don't want to drag this out any further." Mistress brought her right hand up to her face before licking the full length of her palm and sucking on her fingers for a good twenty seconds. Her eyes rolled up into her head just like I did, mocking me again.

I collapsed to my knees. Despair filled my heart. I had lost. The prophesized hero had ultimately been tricked by the wicked witch in the end. I...

"It's your loss, mistress." As Mistress slowly moved her right hand down to her pussy...

No! Don't give up!

I jolted up. No, I can't give up yet! I remembered the faces of my allies, the ones who helped me cum faster than anyone else. The face of my mother and my mother, who trained me every night, to become the best **** possible!

I looked forward. It was obvious that Mistress would cum in just a few moments if her hand reached her cunt from how much it was gushing. But if her hand never reached down...

I lunged forward.

Mistress didn't seem to have expected it as her eyes went wide. She quickly tried to move her hand down, but it was too late.

I grabbed both of her arms with both of mine and pushed her down onto the ground.

"Wh-What do you think you are-" Before she could say anything more, I went in for my attack.

Kiss~

As I pinned her to the ground with my body, my breasts crushing her breasts, my nipples grinding against hers, I slid my tongue into her mouth.

It was a deep kiss, my tongue exploring her entire mouth before she could even recover from the shock.

It was sloppy, it was ****, but it was working.

Her arms were thrasing, trying to break free from my grasp and resume her jilling, but it was useless.

Everyone knew that a spell **** could never defeat a muscle **** in a contest of strength.

After she realized her situation, she tried to fight back with her own tongue, but it was weak. My tongue completely overpowered hers and I pushed deeper in, forcing her tongue to retreat.

It only took ten minutes of making out with her to completely exhaust her. Her arms fell to the ground, her eye crossed and unfocused, her tongue lolling out.

I sat up and panted for air, straddling her stomach. I smile of ecstasy blooming on my face. I had done it. I was victorious.

For the first time, I looked down at her and made my declaration.

"I will be your ****, Mistress. And you'll never be able to take that away from me."

Her body jolted when I said that, seemingly trying to deny my claim, but there was no-

"...No."

My heart sank as I noticed it. Her crossed eyes, her lolling tongue. They weren't out there because she was exhausted. She was... she was...

"I'M CUMMINNGGGGGG!!"

Her body spasmed even more.

I quickly jumped back in disbelief. How was she cumming? She should've been too exhausted to even move...

That was when I noticed it.

"Y-Your staff..."

It wasn't floating where she had left it. Somehow, someway, it was now lodged deeply in her pussy, vibrating with arcane energies.

I fell to my knees once more. How could I not have noticed it? If I had just...

After calming down from her orgasm, mistress's staff exited her pussy as she stood up. She then looked directly at me, a triumphant smile reminding me of the chilling reality of the situation.

"If you may." Mistress kneeled before me and stretched out her hand, asking me to take it. I thought about it. If I just didn't take this, if I just denied the combat had happened, if I just say no...

But that was impossible. I had lost.

As I took her hand, she stood up and began to lead me towards the throne, towards my doom.

A part of me wanted to resist, but I had already accepted it at this point. The prophecy was lost, I had lost, the world was lost.

After she sat me on the golden throne, mistress kneeled before me. I wanted to look away. Maybe if I denied that she wasn't here, she really wouldn't be here. Maybe I could wake up from this nightmare.

But then the oath began.

"I, Almanera, swear with all my heart and all my soul, through life and ****, through battle or sex, to serve her with all my being."

It was ****.

"Whether she wants to use my flesh as her toy, whether she sucks on my tasty tits or spanks my jiggly ass, whether she wants to parade me like the slut I am, I swear my all to her."

I wanted to deny it.

"I swear, with all my being..." "No... please..." I whimpered as I laid powerless on the golden throne. But Mistress didn't stop. That smile still on her face.

"To serve as her **** slut for eternity."

She than sat up, still kneeling before me.

"May I serve you, Mistress?"

"...You may..."

I then said that cursed word I thought I would never have to say in my life.

"****."

I had lost.