Tessa, the princess of the vampire clan known as the Descendants of Moonlight, was pacing in her tent.
She was a petite vampire, her skin pale except for blood-red spots below her eyes, on her belly button, her pointed ears, and her elbows. She had narrow hips and small breasts, thin lips, and her eyes were red as blood. She was dressed in a ceremonial garb consisting of a white bikini and a see-through dress.
She was pacing and pouting because the elders of the tribe had declared they would ally with a neighboring dryad tribe, and tradition dictated that the children of the chiefs would live together for at least a month.
Tessa knew the daughter of the dryad's chieftainess well. Tessa thought her a bitter rival, having clashed with her many times, over issues great and small. To an outsider, the number of times they fought over trivial issues, or simply because they met and there wasn't anyone around, might suggest they fought for the sake of fighting, though Tessa would vigorously deny such statements.
Their record against each other was infuriatingly even (not that Tessa would ever admit it), with the dryad making Tessa a submissive slut just as many times as Tessa made the dryad a helpless fucktoy. Any truly important battles ended with ties or interruptions, and while their last battle ended decisively in Tessa's favor, Tessa could tell the dryad was not at her best at the time
Living with the uncivilized dryad for a month would be unbearable unless Tessa was the one in charge, but the dryad would not accept that as is, so Tessa would make a bet of ownership with her, and then fuck her silly and prove once and for all that she is better than the dryad.
And in five minutes, they would both be going to a tent where they would be expected to familiarize themselves with each other, which would be the best opportunity to have that final sexfight.
Tara, the dryad in question and the favored daughter of the Ancient Blossoms tribe, was meditating in her tent.
She had tanned, freckled skin, and long, wavy hair of the same color as the fall leaves she had braided into it. She was fit and had large breasts and wide hips, plump lips, and her eyes had a sparkling, bright green sheen. She wore pasties made from maple leaves and a pelvic curtain from the same material.
She was meditating to clear her head of her frustration with lacking any worthy foes since she hadn't fought the vampire princess, the only rival who has ever proven themselves worthy to her, for over a month now. Their last fight was downright humiliating for Tara, and she hadn't seen the princess since. This was her best opportunity to prove to that uppity bitch that she was still worthy of being her rival, no, that she is better now, that that stuck-up bitch is not worthy of being Tara's rival anymore.
Her mother called out from outside the tent, pulling her from her trance. "Tara?"
"Yes, mother?" Tara replied, putting all the happiness she could muster into her deep voice. It wouldn't do to make her mother worry.
"It is time." Tara's mother opened the tent, and Tara strode forward.
As she walked to the central tent, she surveyed her mother's subjects.
She could see some of the boys staring at her, entranced by her beauty. The largest and boldest of them waved at her. She remembered him: he kept insisting she let him challenge her for the title of favored child, and, when they were alone, that she take him as her mate.
When she accepted his challenge three days ago out of sexual frustration, he failed to bring her to climax even once as she milked him dry.
She had a few friends in the crowd, though most of the girls were happy to see her go, as since she would be gone from the tribe for a month, they didn't have to try to overcome her to earn the title of the favored child. She remembered the larger and older girls challenging her ever since she earned the title, then swiftly finding out they couldn't keep up with her strength, skill, and stamina. The most recent challengers were particularly weak, furthering her frustration about not meeting the one person who was her equal for so long.
The elders nodded coldly and imperiously as she passed them, only her mother smiling at her as she walked past.
Finally, Tara entered the tent. From the other side of the tent, the vampire entered and stole Tara's breath away. Her dress accentuated her blemishless (if the red spots were not counted) alabaster skin, her smooth belly with the blood-red skin in her navel sparkled like a gemstone, and her small breasts were a perfect handful. Her thin lips and long ears were cute and elegant, and her eyes shone like rubies. The look was completed by the arrogance on her face.
Shortly before Tessa entered the tent, she had been called from her tent by her father. She walked between the tents, noting the people around her.
Her former fiance glared at her before turning back to her younger half-sister. She didn't mind. She had only accepted the proposal because she had defeated the dryad so decisively that she felt she needed a new rival, and he was known for his dominant attitude, both in and out of bed.
They separated because they were unfit for each other: she sought a rival who could match her in bed, and he sought a submissive toy to do as he pleased with. Their engagement was short lasting only a month, and their battles were boring for her as she demolished him again and again, almost wishing to fight the dryad again, which she didn't because he requested monogamy from her, and she obliged him.
The other young adults of her clan were looking at her with either lust or jealousy. She had defeated most of them when they implied she was unworthy of her position and only had it because of her parents. Big and small, skilled and strong, all bowed down below her after even a short demonstration of her ability, not even managing to bring her to climax once.
The adults looked on, smiling, even the mother of her half-sister, though her smile was filled with malice. The two sisters loved each other like, well, sisters, but Tessa's sister's mother, the second wife of Tessa's father, loathed Tessa for being a better sexfighter than her daughter, and thus taking the mantle of crown princess. She had even challenged Tessa to a sexfight, only to run away in humiliation after Tessa made the older, stronger, and curvier woman her bitch.
Finally, Tessa entered the tent where her rival and companion for a month would be. They stepped in at the same time. Tessa took a good look at the dryad and started to panic, though she didn't show it outwardly. She was always sexy, but after a month of facing nothing but weaklings and having her sexual frustration build, the dryad's allure was unbearable.
She was an inch taller than Tessa, and her sparkling, emerald-green eyes looked down at Tessa. Her full lips were pursed, and she shook her head, making her beautiful red hair swing back and forth. She had large breasts, a well-defined belly, wide hips, and cute freckles everywhere. Her "clothing" highlighted her wild beauty, leaving her bare except for hiding her nipples and crotch.
The two girls stared each other down, both of them finding themselves admiring each other and reassessing their chances to come out on top.
Tessa was the first to compose herself and begin speaking. "I'm going to fuck you silly, and then you'll be mine to do with as I please for the month." It was not a question or even a command. It was a statement, an explanation of how things would go, and the fact she managed that effect with her high, youthful voice was amazing. She took a step towards Tara before continuing. "Don't worry. I won't be a cruel mistress."
Tara was snapped out of her reverie by Tessa's voice. Her certainty that Tara would do as she asked annoyed her, but she was about to propose a sexfight as well, and refusing the bet would be cowardly, so she couldn't object. Therefore, she just replied "Oh, please. I'm going to fuck YOU silly and make you my bitch. Don't worry, I'll give you chances to win back your freedom." She also stepped forward, their chests almost touching. "And I'll crush you every single time."
