This is a part of a series. You might not understand what is happening if you start here.
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Ismanna woke up. She felt heavenly, wrapped in something wonderfully warm, and her body demanded that she go back to sleep, and catch up and deal with her sleep debt from the uncomfortable journey. The fact that her mana was spent was not helping things: she could feel the sluggishness that came with running out of it.
The earth moved - no, she was just being carried. Carried by whom?
Despite her desire for rest, her instinct forced her wide awake. She drew her dagger and put it to her captor's throat. Or tried to, anyway. She was wrapped in a blanket, but otherwise naked, and her weapons were nowhere to be seen.
Marion noticed Ismanna's struggling. "Don't worry. You're safe. We're almost at the bedrooms."
"I was asleep when you carried me through the banquet hall, wasn't I?" Ismanna asked, distraught.
"Yes, why? Embarrassed they saw that you lost?" Marion chuckled.
"No- well, yes, but it's more than that. As far as they know, you defeated me so thoroughly I couldn't stand in minutes. The nice will say you are exceedingly powerful, but the cruel?" Ismanna explained.
"You're afraid they will declare you weak." Marion realized.
"Yes. Therefore, you should let me down and - where is my dress?" Ismanna demanded with steel in her voice.
"The servants said they would bring it to the bedroom." Marion said as she opened the door before her, revealing their destination. The dress was there, as expected.
Ismanna quickly got dressed, and the two of them returned to the banquet hall.
They danced, drank, and talked, but eventually, Marion made an executive decision.
"I apologize, but my intended had a difficult journey and needs rest."
"Excuse my intended," Ismanna interjected, "but she is simply overly worried. We can continue."
"As I said, Ismanna needs rest after her tiring journey." Marion insisted and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the bedroom. When Ismanna resisted this, she picked her up in a princess carry and carried her the rest of the way.
When they reached the bedroom, she laid Ismanna down on the bed and sat down next to her.
"Why did you do that?" Ismanna demanded, anger clear in her voice. "There were many I had yet to talk to, who could very well interpret that as me snubbing them! And they will be gone by tomorrow noon, so I won't have another chance at this!"
"You are about five minutes from falling asleep standing up." Marion carefully didn't raise her voice. "Take that dress off, put some pajamas on or whatever you nobles do when you sleep, and sleep."
"If I can't do the expected diplomacy for the people outside, at least Iet me fulfill my duty to you." Ismanna scowled, even as she did take off her dress.
"What are you talking about?" Marion was baffled. Ismanna had to be extremely tired by now. Why wasn't she taking the opportunity to sleep?
"It is our wedding night. We should show our love for each other and claim each other all night long, and while I may not make it the whole night, I will try."
She turned away, scowling.
"Besides, you beat me on the balcony, and I still owe you a reward for that, so I am going to make you feel like you're in heaven now."
And with those words, she wrapped herself around Marion and snaked her fingers down her panties and bra into her pussy and onto her nipple.
"Wha- ah~! Hey! Stop it and sleep!" Marion demanded, blushing. She still hadn't properly recovered from neither the footjob battle nor their scuffle on the balcony, which left her sensitive and vulnerable to Ismanna's renewed offensive.
To make matters worse, neither had submitted nor climaxed during their balcony scuffle, which meant the challenge was still ongoing, and Marion could still lose it.
By the time she recovered enough of her wits to realize that she could grab Ismanna's hands and hold her still, she was arching back and moaning. Ismanna took the opening and kissed her, this time fully in control as Marion was too distracted to fight back, and this was the last straw. Marion howled as her resistance shattered, squirting her submission into her now ruined panties.
"Oh, I'll have to do this more often. Your face and voice when you climax are a thing of art~" Ismanna teased her.
Then she yelped as Marion grabbed her and pushed her face down onto a blanket. Marion then proceeded to wrap her in the blanket, trapping her arms and leaving only her head and her legs, along with her crotch, free.
Marion laid on top of her, pulling Ismanna's head into her tits with one hand and fingering her with the other.
Ismanna's outraged demands were loud enough to be heard, even muffled by Marion's chest. "What are you doing, you cur? This is decidedly improper and unfair!"
"I'll fuck you until you either submit or fall unconscious. So submit and go. To. Sleep!" Marion's demands were just as outraged as Ismanna's.
It didn't take long for Ismanna to climax and go limp.
"Fine, then. Have it your way, barbarian."
After that, Marion unrolled Ismanna from the blankets and also stripped, and the two went to sleep, each on their end of the bed, facing away from each other.
This made it all the more mortifying for Ismanna when she woke up in the morning and realized she had snuggled up to Marion, who had turned around in her sleep, and they were hugging each other.
Her embarrassment grew when she looked at Marion's face and saw a look of pure contentment on it. The radiance of Marion's happy smile made Ismanna's heart skip a beat, much to her dismay.
Deciding that she couldn't be caught in this position, she started wriggling herself out of Marion's grasp.
She was almost out when she felt Marion stir. Making a split-second decision, she swiftly crossed the remaining distance, hoping that Marion was not awake enough to grasp the significance of the sensations that woke her up.
Her gambit paid off, and by the time Marion had woken up enough to start perceiving things, Ismanna was lounging on the bed across her, watching her face.
"Good morning." She greeted her, her voice cool and soft like the morning breeze.
"G'mor'nng." Marion grumbled in reply.
"What shall we do now?" Ismanna got up and started dressing, choosing a simple and not constricting dress from her luggage, which was brought to the bedroom overnight, while Marion rolled over.
"Five more minutes~." Was Marion's reply, and she wrapped herself in blankets again.
Just as she was about to leave, Ismanna got an idea. Carefully, she slipped back into bed, not undressing, and wriggled into Marion's blanket, hugging her.
Marion snuggled into her, groaning in contentment, and Ismanna gently trailed her fingers across her belly to her crotch and chest.
Her assault began gently and comfortably, as she tried to inflict as much pleasure as she could before Marion realized what she was doing. Her slender digits caressed Marion's womanhood and trailed their way across her breast, applying more pressure than before.
Marion's groans gradually transformed into moans, and Ismanna landed her final strike just before the haze of sleep began to fade.
She plunged her digits into Marion's snatch and pinched her nipple as well as kissing her on the nape, and channeled some of her magic into all three of the aforementioned points, turning them ice cold.
Marion's shocked shriek echoed through the room, and Ismanna immediately slipped out of the blanket, threw a couple more of them at Marion to slow her down, and rushed out the door, trying very hard not to giggle as she did so.
She quickly realized a mistake of hers as she did so, however: she didn't know her way around, having expected that Marion would lead her around.
Going blindly, she managed to make it to the kitchens before Marion caught up, stomping up to Ismanna, ready to enact her revenge.
She stopped when Ismanna pointed out the cooks who were watching them curiously, though, as pinning her down and fingering her into submission was not something Marion was comfortable doing in front of an audience.
"You'll regret that. Oh, I'll make you regret that, you bitch." Marion quietly told Ismanna. "I will have my revenge."
"Oh really~?" The teasing lilt in Ismanna's voice just added to the flame. "We'll see who wins our next battle when we're not tired."
Marion turned around, then an evil smirk appeared on her face and she got up. "Wait here, I'll bring breakfast."
"I'll go with you." Ismanna was not stupid. She could tell that Marion was intending to retaliate somehow, and letting her make her breakfast would hand her an excellent opportunity to do just that.
As they went to the counter, Marion spoke again.
"I don't know much about you or your habits," she said, "and you probably don't know much about mine, so how about we make each other breakfast? To show each other our cultures?"
"That is a great idea." Ismanna responded with a glint in her eyes.
The two separated, both intending to prepare a meal that would best the quality of their opponent's and force them to admit it. Marion headed out with purpose, while Ismanna set about exploring.
