The First Harem Tournament 14 – Speed Demons [Siena POV]

A tundra.

Red lichens, mosses and shrubs came to cover an area that was as much ice-cracked rock as it was soil. The temperature dropped. ‘I haven’t done ice play in a while,’ the shadow spirit thought, grinning malevolently at the thought of stalking up at one of the Harmonia and pressing a frozen cube against her unsuspecting neck. ‘Scarlett, perhaps? It is amusing to coax feminine sounds out of her stubborn throat.’

Idle thoughts died as the countdown began. “Three!” Across from Siena, just a stretch of grass removed, Sylph cutely swayed left to right. “Two!” There was not a thought in those amber eyes, she was genuinely just happy to be there. “One!” This would be chaotic to the utmost. “FIGHT!”

Siena always was loath to admit it: Sylph was the fastest.

There was no competition there. Of all entities Siena had encountered in her fairly long life, especially the turbulent recent years, there was no one that was as fleet as the volt bunny. Siena came close but even she had to employ her Unleashed state to match Sylph’s base.

The advantage Siena had was that she was willing to play dirty.

The two elementals headed straight for each other, only for the shadow spirit to suddenly and intensely suppress her presence. Invisibility combined with a sidestep confused the air elemental for a brief moment. Sylph was about to fly past the midnight elemental, when Siena curled a singular finger. A thread of moonlight and shadows tugged on the air spirit’s shade, pulling her towards Siena’s tail.

A heavy gust of wind blew Siena back. The crystalline blade enveloping the spade-shaped tip of her tail sliced across Sylph’s cheek. Green energy bled from the deep but meaningless gash.

Taking control of her backwards momentum, Siena executed a flawless cartwheel. Several men in the crowd drooled about the way her illustrious ass looked in motion, covered only by the latex-like shadows provided by her elemental nature. The idea of making women jealous grew the sadistic smile on her face.

Both spirits hurled projectiles of their respective elements. Lances of electricity clashed with shadow daggers. Siena gleefully engaged in a magic duel. The raw power of Sylph’s electric currents and slicing gusts was indeed greater than Siena’s shadow blades. What did raw power matter when the divide in control was so clear?

Shadow and wind mingled between them, creating a cloud of impossible particles and random electric discharges. On each side, five blades flew far outside the central clash, to then curve, pulled by silver strings.

Siena dashed forwards just as the sudden change in trajectory forced Sylph to dodge. Supernaturally bound voltage tingled her skin, burning her surface slightly. It was worth the opportunity to make it across and swing at Sylph.

The volt bunny was on her back foot, exactly where Siena wanted her. All green hair and laughter, she skipped back. “Catch me if you ca- woooooooooah, that was close!”

A flurry of swipes cut through the air, always just a centimetre removed from carving more trenches into the volt bunny. In other words, they were always short of reaching the goal. Siena strained herself as much as she could trying to tickle out of herself that little bit of speed she knew she was capable of.

The tips of her claws finally reached Sylph. Three shallow marks were left on the woman’s throat. Potentially lethal for a human. For an elemental, it was an injury like any other.

Sylph swerved, then leapt forwards. Siena’s tail whipped, narrowly missing the volt bunny. When the shadow spirit whirled around, she only caught Sylph executing her next bounce. In rapid hops, the arcvolt elemental circled around Siena, growing ever faster as she did, until not even Siena could hope to keep up.

It all came down to one decisive blast. Siena assumed a ready stance. There was nothing she could do here but try to intuit the right timing. If she did, she could slice Sylph open as she flew by. If she did not-

Siena did not feel the impact. Her mind didn’t even really catch up with the fact that she was flying through the air until the thunderclap rang in her ears. Really, she didn’t come back to her senses until she was nearly made to lose her corporeal form, slamming against the arena wall with enough force to rattle every bit of animated shadow that made up her body.

Sharp teeth grit in frustration, then twisted into a surrendering smirk. “I give,” she announced as she rose.

Sylph skipped on over rapidly. “Good fight!” she chirped.

“You are lucky I had no shadows to work with,” Siena responded, letting a tinge of her annoyance flow into her voice. Of course, Sylph was the ultimately stronger of the two. Among the elementals, she had been designed by the evolution choices to be the single target specialist, while Siena was a backline infiltrator. Siena not winning was natural. Sylph hadn’t even been able to use her own Unleash, courtesy of the emotional turmoil it required.

Still, a woman was entitled to a bit of a fit, was she not?

“Yeah, you got super unlucky! All of this flat land meant I could see you most of the time but then you did that smart thing and the other smart thing and you are really smart, Siena!” Sylph blabbered, smiling up at the shadow spirit. There was nothing behind those amber eyes, not even a shred of sarcasm.

‘She is too pure for this world,’ Siena thought, her annoyance sailing down the river of memory. “However we came to this climax, it is still your victory. Command me.”

“Alright – uppies!” Sylph declared. “Carry me upon your shoulders to Undine! We must receive healing!”

Siena raised an eyebrow. A sinful sigh later, she bowed down. Her being was leaking mana through cracks on her corporeal form, but she would hold long enough to get to the healer, even with a bunny on her shoulders. ‘There are worse humiliations,’ the shadow spirit thought, feeling the slender thighs of the petite hourglass on the sides of her head.

They returned to the viewing area, where Undine was already waiting for them. Their vitality was swiftly restored, in large part thanks to how much mana their summoner was pouring into the matter. He could not stand seeing any of his women injured, the lovable oaf.

“What would you have me do?” Siena asked, once they had stepped on over to the ocean of pillows that served as the ‘punishment’ area.

“I was thinking… you could play with me… but you don’t get to edge me!” Sylph declared. “Also something about ice cubes? Because it was cold out there and it made me think of how long it has been since we did any ice play…”

Siena was long past the point where she was appalled by instances of synchronicity between them. “If that is your desire…” Siena put a hand to Sylph’s shoulder and gave her a firm shove, “…be prepared for the pleasure I will bring to you, little bunny.”

“Please do! Please, please, please bring me all of that pleasure!” Sylph chattered as per usual, a fact that Siena swiftly sealed with a kiss. Ending up in charge for her own punishment… well, Siena had expected this to happen. They were all such a charming bunch, so respectful of boundaries and preferences.

Really, they were too good for her.

Siena did not linger on any feelings of inadequacy, instead channelling it into making the kiss as perfect as it could be. Sylph was a bundle of kinks. Though anything that could be done to her got the hyper-horny bunny off in some regard, a few things worked better than others. Pinning her down, kissing her deeply, and running her fingers over the now naked body of her fellow elemental all did wonders to make her twitch and swoon.

No edging, that had been the condition. Alas, the ice, delivered by Aclysia in a metal bowl, demanded to be used in foreplay. Siena picked up one of the large chunks. To her fingers, the frozen thing invoked a fundamentally neutral sensation. Though there were no cells in her fingers, there was still a remnant of the human thought she stemmed from that coloured her impressions of things.

Sylph, who was not nearly as aligned with the colder sides of elements, felt the icy touch more intensely. She twitched beneath Siena, moaned into the kiss as the slowly melting corner wrote out the word ‘victor’ in water trails on her midriff.

A breath got stuck in Sylph’s throat when the ice touched her nipples. Tantalizingly slow, she teased one, then the other. Once she had nicely chilled both of the perky crowns of Sylph’s handfuls, the little remnant of the ice was pressed against Sylph’s quim. The sopping wetness down there was, if anything, diminished by the melting water.

Siena harshly grabbed one of Sylph’s bunny ears. Their kiss broke, the sinful shadow spirit curving her back to lean up and whisper, “Ready yourself – you asked for this.” Then, she moved down the much smaller woman’s body,

The heat of Siena’s tongue against her hard nipple had Sylph gasp wordlessly. Little bits of pink electricity arced from her, making her delightfully malleable and taciturn. Chatter was easy to ignore, but Siena did prefer Sylph in her quieter moments.

Swiftly, Siena reached Sylph’s pussy, penetrating it with her tongue. The slithering, dextrous muscle curved and curled, its entire length gliding into the little hurricane she had inside her. Elemental energy whirled behind human-like walls, creating a sensation unique to powerful air spirits like her. Siena tasted the sweetness, the aroma of rain mixed with tingling electricity.

As a sadist proud of her craft, Siena knew exactly how to exploit the sensitive spots of the other Harmonia. Among them, Sylph was easily the most exploitable. Not only was she exceptionally horny, the unique aspects of her kind made it very easy to bring them to the point of perpetual orgasm.

Siena adjusted the position of her tongue. Already, Sylph’s back was arching. A wild scream followed when she inserted two fingers and began to steadily push them back and forth. The elemental energy within her reacted, turning faster, increasing her sensitivity in equal measure. Siena’s tongue began to slither back and forth at an alternating rhythm ‘tricking’ the supernatural biology of the arcvolt elemental into making her that much more sensitive.

John would have grunted and gasped at this point, his cock getting excessively stimulated by the hurricane within the sexy bunny. Siena’s tongue and fingers had no such limitation. She just upped the speed of hand and tongue further.

Sylph’s first orgasm was an explosion of juices, setting the tone for all that followed. Toes curling, she spasmed and writhed in the pillows. Her knuckles went white as she grabbed two of them , desperately trying to anchor herself while one orgasm rolled right into the other. Siena had promised no edging, so she did not pause, not even to swallow wave after wave of female nectar that her oral assault produced.

Siena soon had to grab one of Sylph’s thighs to keep the greenette steady. She was such a wonderfully crafted little thing, tiny and yet so pleasingly curved. The bunny’s ankles were tied by Siena’s tail behind the shadow spirit’s head. The upper body was allowed to keep writhing.

Sylph’s moderately sized breasts jiggled after each jerking motion. Their pace was steady now. Her dissolution was absolute. No more loud noises came from the nymphomaniac, only the occasional, sex-drunk giggle as Siena tongue-fucked the animalistic heat out of her.

‘Time for a crescendo,’ Siena thought, having done her due. The set pace was broken for a final flurry of motions. Sensitivity reached a point that would have driven a less perverted woman to a permanent snap. For Sylph, it was exactly what she needed.

Siena pulled fully back just as Sylph’s last dam broke. She managed to get out of the way of the show, indeed spurring it on further by putting two fingers to Sylph’s clit and rapidly flicking that sensitive bean.

Pussy juice splattered and sprayed, marking pillows across a truly wondrous distance. Siena’s sharp canine pressed into her lower lip, the sight making her own womanhood drip with sympathetic delight. Hips bucking, Sylph just kept cumming and cumming with seemingly no end. Awed statements came from the rest of the room as all were reminded of what they could experience when they just let Siena do as she pleased.

A final, weak spurt of honey, then the soaking release was suddenly and violently done. Sylph’s hips collapsed to the completely drenched pillow. Her cute apple bottom was glistening with the excess of her discharge. Trembling breaths filled the otherwise quiet room.

Siena may have lost, but she felt quite victorious.