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M ordred rose up from his decrepit throne, inflated phallus still jutting
against his seat which was anything but decrepit. The massive two
handed blade was large and impressive… more impressive still, Mordred
wielded the behemoth in one clenched fist. Compared to the golden clad
Dragon.
“If thee wish we may dispense with blade and do battle with
aught but our hands and feet dragon,” the man taunted, “Thy blade is but
stance of Camelot’s Knights, “Come and break her then… if thee can?”
blade back around over his head to slice vertically downward at his foe
with the utmost power that any man had ever managed. Adalynda held
Caliburn up and met the attack. There was a sound like a hammer
striking the anvil when the blades met and Mordred found the enormity
essentially in stature and size to him what her slim blade was to his own
blade and yet his attack was not deflected, it was not parried… it was
absolute disbelief.
truly believe, facing a Dragon, that thee would be the stronger warrior?”
question. Mordred tugged back his blade and swung it swiftly at her in
a right horizontal slash. She parried his blade and shouldered him
advanced both steps almost in time with his own. He barely got his
sword up in time to fend off her own horizontal strike. The blow rang
out true and he was jerked aside from her by the force of the blow. If
she had so wished, Adalynda could have ended the fight right there. She
she could have stabbed… it was only lucky for him that she needed him
put herself behind him, and before he even finished the second step of
his stumble she kicked him in his rear which sent him sprawling out
“Oh… pray thee forgive me,” Adalynda quipped and pressed her
free hand to her chest as though concerned, “I’d forgotten thee had yet
to… how do the ruff gentlemen phrase it? Stay thee in thine trousers
Sir?2”
Mordred roared, deeply enraged by her taunt. His back still turned,
he rose up first onto one knee, slammed his blade into the ground with
support to rise up off the ground. It was only as he reached his full
height that he finally turned back to face her, his features a true mask of
fury, incidentally his manhood had gone flaccid and looked lightly
1
You know cause… his thingy is still out…
2
I do so love modern slang in Ye Olde English
3
This is actually really bad for your swords… Don’t do it if you aren’t a hulking villain… there’ve been a lot of notes
on this page.
scraped. “I will show thee, Avalonian whore!” Mordred snarled and
finally took his sword hilt with both hands and ripped it free of the
ground as Arthur must have the false Excalibur from the stone.
sight enough to raise Adalynda’s eyebrows… but she had precious little
time to wonder at so quick a turn because the man who came at her had
gone utterly berzerk! He sliced at her with twice the speed he had
produced before and she actually found herself losing ground to him!
or strategy. His blows rained not from one place alone, but in seemingly
open, and each strike was made with the most strength he could
produce. He required her full concentration to defend. What was more,
she realized she was rapidly running out of room to retreat. A table was
“T’is the matter bitch?” Mordred screamed at the top of his crazed
strike forced her to block it directly and drove her down onto a knee. Ah,
she thought, I’ve not to many more of those in my limbs. The force of
like certain victory to him was actually to his foes benefit. Adalynda,
swift and agile, rolled forward passed his strike and completed the
maneuver back up onto her feet from off to his side. From there she
took a few full sprinting strides away before she spun back around and
took up a new guard stance, this time with her sword held out and away
from herself.
“I admit it,” she told him without jest, “Thou art skilled and
powerful.”
“Then submit!” He turned to face her. She was idly dismayed to
renowned could be so blunt and vile, “but thou art not enough to defeat
me.”
approached she leaped toward him rising more than her full height into
the air. The sudden height difference caused Mordred to pause short of
his stride to assess her attack. As she flew through the air she spun a
complete circular spin and brought her blade down on him with
incredible force and velocity. The blow forced Mordred down onto his
knees. From there he kicked out at her legs but was stymied to discover
she was no longer there. Instead as soon as she had landed from the
first attack she had leapt again, this time doing a full summersault over
his head whilst twirling so that she landed facing his back where she
slammed her sword into his side with all the force she could
muster. His plate armor dented, he howled, spun, and his sword came
4
Stances are important to Adalynda’s combat style. When in the traditional Camelot Guard stance she traded
blows like a knight with a bastard sword, which only works because she has super strength. In the Avalonian
Sword Dancing stance however…
around with him. He seemed intent to do whatever it took to bisect her,
but yet again she was thinking five steps ahead of him. She ducked low
and swept his legs out from beneath him via a roundhouse kick. Once he
was fallen flat on his back she hopped lightly up onto his chest to tap the
tip of her sword at his chin, “afterall, thou had not yet seen me dance?”
The rage in him seemed to die. At last she thought she saw a
glimmer of fear in his eyes… yet still the burning desire of lust there
was also. No matter, she supposed, I’ve won the match regardless, he
must…
“Get her!” Mordred roared, cutting her off mid thought. Adalynda
recoiled as one startled. She had just enough presence of mind still to
leap off of him before he rolled away from her and then he crawled
madly toward the table while a half dozen imps rushed in to protect his
retreat.
the first Imp that sprinted at her she decapitated without mercy. He
fled! She could just spot the man rushing up out of sight via a spiral
boiling anger that burned in her chest was like fire. She felt robbed and
wronged. The upset of his turn from what was agreed upon clashed
with everything that a warrior was taught. As she leaped past the club
of another Imp’s puny attack she felt nothing but disgust that she had
as skilled with a blade as he could also be so craven was like glass to her
heart! “Run then!” She cried, her stormy clouded eyes crackled with
lightning that was soon erupting out down her free arm and then was
loosed at the nearest imp who exploded into a pool of blood and
gore. “Run away coward! For I shall find thee still!” The remaining
few imps chirped with fear and dismay at her ‘shocking’ display of
power.
Adalynda, after all, was a silver dragon. Her mother was red and
immortal ice, she would likely live forever and would grow ever more
powerful year by year. Adalynda’s power was of the skies and the
storm. Lightning and thunder were hers, still young she could not grasp
its full might, but as the power arcked around and through her, to the
terrified Imp’s eyes she appeared as some raging goddess of death… and
death is what she brought them5. She fried one with a near continuous
5
Ugh… sorry about the info dump… but really, you start a story essentially in the action you gotta fill in the stuff an
ordinary story would have told you already somehow amiright?
stream of the deadly storm, impaled another and would have gone ahead
and killed the final two when something peculiar happened. One of the
other Imps used his club to strike the skull of the other. After a moment
earlier.
“Imp fight for kind lady,” it said to her and bowed, “Imp to serve
for her?”
pause, but such was her wrath that she devised she did not have the
time to analyze it, perhaps detrimentally so. “Then remain here and
await my return,” she barked at it, gritted her teeth, tightened her grip
on Caliburn and stalked toward the stairway, electric arcs still spiraling
about her. I am coming for thee Mordred, to separate thy secrets from
thy lips and then thy head from thy cowardly neck!
spiral stairway, “Come out come ou…” She just heard the sound of
her. Adalynda’s blood ran cold at the sight. Her fury evaporated in an
instant. Her heart seized in terror and anguish as she realized how
terribly she had been cheated. The bucket was filled only with water…
swift and powerful though she was, she was not fast enough to evade
her. On contact with the water her skin prickled as though stuck by a
The storm that was once hers and coursed through her now
current which caused her also to spasm and shake violently where she
stood stiff but for the shaking. At long last she collapsed sideways
where she struck the stonework floor and rolled over onto her
“Well well well,” Mordred stalked around her from his place near
the stairway until he stood near her side, “How does that feel oh mighty
dragon?”
whimpered and moaned. She hugged at herself with her arms in hopes
to stop the pain but that only provided the current other means to spiral
inward and attack her. “Nooooohhhh ohhh th-th-thee ch-ch-cheat-t-
ted!”
treated Mordred to the sight of her trembling form. The violent spasms
began to slow, the sparks and shocks lessened, all the while she gasped
there came an overwhelming shock that set her back arcing high off the
ground. Light! Oh Light I cannot stand it! Surely she was dying the pain
was so great?
The shock passed and at last, the current seemed to desert her… yet
She finally relaxed where she lay. Avalon preserve me… I feel… empty.
one would a dangerous lion they had speared on a hunt but were still
“Bas… tard…” Adalynda whispered softly. Her lead lolled off to her
side, the Imp who had announced loyalty to her earlier came into her
vision. It was shaking where it was hugging tightly to a table leg. Help
me… she pleaded to it with her eyes. With all the strength left that she
could muster she held a straining arm out toward it. She held it for as
long as she could, a few measly seconds before her arm flopped back to
the stonework. The imp buried its forehead into the table and stared to
the ground. No, it seemed to say to her, it could do nothing for her if she
“Wench!” Mordred called, raised a boot back, and kicked out at her
armor, even double layered, was of Avalon make, it was strong and near
unbreakable, but it was tight fitted and flexible. She felt the full impact.
It spread up from the strike through her womb and she found some
strength left in her still to cup her throbbing maidenhood with her
hands. She rolled onto her side and whimpered, “Thee bastard! To
and slipped his arms underneath her, then lifted her up, cradling her in
his arms. So held she could still rub at her injury but though she
writhed and tried to shy away from him she realized she was too weak
“thy duty, honor and goodness?” He snorted once again, “thy virtues
makes thee only more vulnerable to one such as I.” When he reached the
throne he set her down upon it with strange care. He laid her back down
gently so as not to shake her too terribly and that she would not slide off
to either side, her silvery tresses curled up around her neck where her
head leaned back into the headrest. He took care that she was seated
nudged her legs away so that they were as far apart and to either side
of the throne as they could be, seated as she was, and there he stood
before her. Were any stranger to find them they might think she and not
he were in command of the situation were it not for his excitedly jutting
him, which he caught hold of with his free hand and placed back down
on the armrest. So exhausted and weakened was Adalynda, that she did
not rise her arm up again. She felt a tear of fright leaking down the
informed her while he began to work at his genitals. She was all he had
eyes for anylonger, she could see his gaze all but drinking the vision of
truly loomed over her. “Morgana knew thine precious Queen’s bane for
Adalynda felt her heart clench once more. It was difficult to think
weakened state, and still added to this was the fear of what Mordred
intended now to do with her… but there was still some room left for
me! Oh light… and Lynet as well… what else do they know about
us? She marshaled all the willpower she had to beat back her fear and
thee. Ungh!” His hand began to pump harder and faster, “We know
laughing.
The horror of those words was almost too much for Adalynda to
bare. That she could have brought this defeat unto herself was
“By the mother. Thou art a vision,” Mordred huffed and seemed to
grunted a final long groan and his seed he at last let fly.
even stand the liquid after what she had just endured at the splash of the
water yet… at the least there was no renewed pain. Instead she could
only endure as an enormously thick glob of his seed splattered upon the
shining silvery mail across her breasts, this cannot be… she lamented as
another load more voluminous than before sprang from his sword and
stop… please…” Yet the Sword Dancer reduced to begging only seemed to
and spat streams of his conquest all upon her. Soon her silver clad
more.
Adalynda gasped with fright to see the man’s weapon, which had been
softening again, immediately jut forward, stiff and hard once more.
“Thou art inhuman!” she lamented, aghast, “No man could have such
“T’is been… a long… ngh…. WHILE!” Mordred had just enough time to
fluid was flung toward her face. She only just turned her head away in
time that it blasted along her cheek. I… I cannot allow this! She thought,
frame with his victory she found some pool of bravery still within
herself. I. must punish such foul deeds! If no… how may I yet claim to
forth all that remained of her fortitude. She gritted her teeth and tried to
rise up from the throne. She managed to push her seat a few inches
upward before her arms began to shake with the strain… Oh light, I-I’m
as she fell back into the position that Mordred had set her in. The
fortitude she had summoned seemed to desert her and leave even
risen. Never before had she been so bested, never had she felt so
admission caused her to feel hot, she thought she might be burning with
shame but… for though she might still survive this, she would never
Her attention was returned fully to the man looming over her, he
grunted one last time and shot a final wad of his spunk which he
deliberately aimed at the gentle mound between her legs, then wiped his
nose with the back of his hand and stepped back to observe the cum
speckled warrior.
lips and continued to observe her, his eyes lingered around her
nethers. Do not look at me so pig! She tried to close her legs once more
at the least, to protect what little dignity she had left, but she could
not. Mordred must have seen her pointless strain as well because he
sniggered, “Curious… How does it feel to have been so powerful, and to
now be so impotent?”
She did not respond though his words made her feel warmer, and
warmer still. This is it… she knew, he can do anything his black heart
should have filled her with ever greater terror, instead it made her feel
hotter, sweat beaded at her forehead, her pale cheeks reddened, her
thighs twitched… she felt fear at the least that she did not feel so
“NO! Take thy hands off me!” she cried, but could otherwise do
very little as he threw her across the throne so that her belly rested on
one of the armrests. “STOP!” she cried. In response he tossed her cape
away and began running his hand up and down along the smooth
scalemale that covered her bottom and the leather wrappings of the
underlying bodysuit that protected her thighs. Though strong and sturdy,
her armor was Avalonian, and utterly flexible, she could feel the
movements of his fingers like ghosts across the flesh beneath, the silky,
soft material that separated her skin from the actual armor of her gear
which stretched freely6, away from her and found the bodysuit beneath
had an opening between the thighs where there was no material. What
the crotch of a pair of silky light blue lower undergarments and with a
Adalynda cried out in pain as the bastion of her modesty did not
wish to come over freely, yet a loud tear echoed throughout the hall and
Mordred held the blue material in his hand. She then watched in horror
used her panties to wipe up the remainder of seed which clung to his
state she plead to him once more, “Please… thou hast bested me
dishonorably! I beg thee spare what honor thee still have and release
me! I… I will go and thee will not be bothered for it!” She spoke truly,
she could hardly imagine how she would ever tell anyone, ever, what
had just happened to her, much less to face Mordred again in combat.
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Adalinda’s armor, outside the actual metal which isn’t plate anyway, is tight like spandex cloth
“Silence wench!” Mordred reached out and slapped her. The
impact left her reeling, though not for the pain. Mordred stepped away
and traveled over to the Imp whom she had earlier protected. He held the
sticky blue cloth out at it and said, “Take this to the Ferrier when he
comes for trade, offer him an entire week supply of our rations to have
never entered into her thoughts for an instant that Lynet would not come
for her. The Lady of Light would rush headlong to her own doom to
sobs. The imp bowed its head, took the item and shuffled away with a
sad gait to its step, Mordred laughed and kicked it in the back just to
watch it sprawl foreword, though he let it be to get back to its feet and
maiden Adalinda Avalona so utterly in his power and smiled a smile that
was utterly terrifying for how it contained no malice at all. In that smile
was absolute self enjoyment and fulfillment, worse still his sword,
which had been used three times already to besmirch her, began to
harden again, No! Adalinda gapped up at him, shuddering in terrible
“Now if you please Milady,” he said to her as her, “Let us get to the
bedchamber?”