Sparring Practice

A sandy pit had been set up near the main apartment building, and Elle stood in it across from Myra, the elf turned maid. Miriel, the captured squad leader, stood beside the sand pit observing. She raised an arm, and then dropped it. "Begin!"

Elle rushed forward, unarmed, against Myra. She leapt up, aiming to deliver a flying kick.

Myra took one step to the side, easily evading the kick, and sending a punch into Elle's gut. The demon let out a huff of air, and tried gasping for breath.

But she wasn't given the opportunity, as Myra delivered a sharp kick to Elle's ankle. She began to fall, and was pushed into the sand by the lithe elf.

Elle felt her wrists pinned against the sand, and Myra began to rub her crotch against her mistress'. Even though they were both clothed, Myra could feel her mistress' cock through her own skirt, and couldn't help a bit of drool dripping past her lips.

"That's enough!" Miriel declared, stepping in and lifting Myra from Elle. "The winner is Myra."

Elle winced, and sat up. "That went worse than I thought."

"My apologies for being so rough, Mistress," Myra said, having cooled off and offering a bow.

"No, that's exactly what we need from you," Miriel said. "Even if I personally don't agree with your insistence on... indulging yourself if you win, we need you motivated enough to take this seriously."

Elle herself added, "It seems I needed to be humbled a bit. Now, let's go another round."

Miriel nodded in approval, and stepped out of the sand.

Elle and Myra took a few steps from each other, and braced themselves.

"Myra, you go on the offensive this time," Miriel instructed.

Myra ran forward, opening with a punch aimed at Elle's face.

Elle reached up and blocked the punch with her right arm, but then let out a gasp as Myra's other fist slammed into her gut. Leaning in, Myra grabbed the back of Elle's head and pulled her into a kiss, sticking her tongue as deep as she could.

Elle tried to push Myra away, to no avail.

She clenched her fist and threw a punch into Myra's gut, but felt a lot more resistance than expected. A second punch didn't help, and even after a third Myra was still going.

"That's it!" Miriel said, stepping over and prying Myra off of her mistress. Then she said, "Punch me in the gut," to Elle.

Channeling her frustration at consecutive losses into her fist, Elle slammed it into Miriel's gut. To no reaction.

Miriel pulled up her leather jerkin, revealing a set of abs. "By clenching my abdominal muscles, I was able to reduce the strength of your punch. Myra did the same. This is the sort of thing you need to learn, something skills can't provide you with."

Reluctantly, Elle nodded. "I can't argue with that."

"Good. Now get ready for another round. You have a long day ahead of you."