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A reward story of a fanfic based on the Baldur's Gate games. Specifically, Lae'zel the githyanki (think goblin-orc) and Shadowheart the half-elf getting into a sexfighting rivalry over the main character.

The two ladies had split off from the main party on their quest. While they were both capable adventurers and unified on their mission, it didn’t keep them from hating each other’s guts. Their personalities and racial outlooks clashed too easily and they’d only stuck together out of necessity.

Lae’zel eyed her hated teammate warily with her green eyes narrowed. The woman was a githyanki, easily recognized by her slick green skin, stubby nose, and pointed ears. They were as fearsome as they appeared, both stronger than they looked and armed with natural psychic abilities. It fed their culture’s beliefs that they were supreme over all other races, and Lae’zel was just as fierce and competitive as the rest of her people.

Shadowheart was her traveling companion and rival. The dark-haired half-elf was dismissive and sarcastic, which did not go over well with the grim and arrogant gith. Like her elven heritage, Shadowheart was slim, graceful, and flexible.

The women sat around their campfire out in the woods. Their camp was set and dinner eaten, leaving them to quietly detest each other’s company. The tension built until Lae’zel broke the silence.

“You realize you’re waste your time, don’t you?” Lae’zel snarled.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Not all of us can read minds here,” Shadowheart scoffed back at her.

“Your pursuits of Tav. He clearly has no interest in you. With a prime githyanki specimen in his presence, why would he bother to even consider any other woman?”

“Good question,” Shadowheart said with a roll of her eyes.

“Unless he’s into women who aren’t pickled green.”

The tension between them snapped as Lae'zel shoved the seated half-elf backward. She stumbled but quickly struck back. Their armored bodies crashed into each other as the ladies clawed each other. They were protected from anything worse than a scratch on each other’s cheeks and pointed ears, but their grasping hand soon found the clasps to each their armor. The gear was made to deflect claws and blades more than handsy rivals, so a few precise tugs into their frenzied catfight had it torn off and leaving them in their loose and casual garb.

Shadowheart pounced on top of Lae'zel, trying to wrestle her to the ground to have her way with the gith (or at least just to show her dominance in their rivalry). Lae’zel caught her wrists and rolled with her, slamming the half-elf into the soft earth of their campsite.

“You expect to best a githyanki with moves like that?” the green woman mocked.

Shadowheart grunted and struggled with her, but she found her efforts falling short. The infamously strong rival was holding strong as she gripped her arms and overpowered her.

Lae'zel realized the same thing, though it was much to her delight. She flashed a fanged smile, seeing that she had nothing to fear of losing to the half-elf. She even loosened her grip and it took all that Shadowheart could muster just to force her partially off the ground.

The sadistic gith decided to make the most of the situation. She pretended to struggle before intentionally weakening her grip on Shadowheart, acting as if she were slowly overpowering her and making a comeback. Shadowheart’s eyes lit up with renewed confidence, failing to realize what was going on. She still took the opportunity and rolled over, pushing Lae’zel over onto her back.

“Get off, you sharp-eared mutt!” Lae’zel barked angrily.

She hoped she didn’t lay it on too thick, but Shadowheart was too pleased with the outcome to recognize her deception. Lae’zel could only imagine defeating her being all the sweeter when she’d seen a fleeting moment of victory.

“Don’t expect that kind of mercy from me, you slutty toad!” Shadowheart spat back.

She grabbed and pulled on Lae’zel’s simple cloth shorts, pulling them down enough for her to sneak a hand in underneath her clothes. She curled her fingers and stuffed them up her “pinned” rival’s pussy. The githyanki was momentarily surprised by the sexual attack, so there was no issue in selling that to her opponent.

“See how easy it was to get in your pants? You really think Tavy’s going to want someone as slutty as that for his lover?” Shadowheart taunted mockingly.

“You’ll regret this,” Lae’zel snarled, her temper flaring up at the crossbreed’s reckless confidence.

“I only regret putting up with your ugly mug this whole time. I don’t need to be stronger than you to fuck better than a dimwitted barbarian. You’re lucky your slimy cunt even gets to touch one of the actually attractive races for once. For someone who’s supposedly psychic, you were pretty stupid to challenge me.”

Shadowheart escalated her pinning attack as she lifted Lae’zel’s top, starting to roughly fondle her breasts. The perky green nipples started to harden at the tips of her tits, but even as the pinned warrior felt her heart race with budding arousal, she remained unimpressed. The elven woman’s invasive caresses felt amateurish compared to the aggression that the githyanki were used to.

Lae’ezl quickly grew tired of feigning her weakness. Her straining expression faded into a cruel smirk that came with a crack in Shadowheart’s confidence.

“Enough of these games. If that’s all you’re capable of, you’re more pathetic than I’d expected, even for an elf. You’d have to do far better to keep up with a githyanki!”

Lae’zel’s arms flexed and pushed back harder, overpowering the pinning Shadowheart. The half-elf’s eyes went wide as her arms were lifted up with ease.

“You have to have realized by now. No knife-eared whore could ever hope to match even the weakest of the strongest race to grace this world!”

Her eyes gleamed with wicked glee. “You are weak, mongrel. Weaker than you think, in body and mind.”

Shadowheart gasped as she felt Lae’zel’s psychic powers infiltrate her mind. She was already excited from her brief moments of control, but Lae’zel quickly and easily seized it back from her. She overpowered her mentally and physically, pushing the half-elf off and pinning her to the ground. All the while her psychic grasp manipulated the dejected Shadowheart’s mind. Shadowheart was already turned on by her dominating and fingering of her rival, and Lae’zel found it simple enough to grab those thoughts and amplify them. The half-elf’s eyes went wide as her just starting lust escalated into an uncontrollable pace.

Shadowheart released a high-pitched cry of desperate arousal as she fell back.She could only writhe and moan as she struggled with her own mind, making her body easy pickings for the gith. She kicked Shadowheart onto her back and sat behind behind her head on the ground, grabbing her legs and bending them backward to arch her spine into a C-shape. Shadowheart’s wailed louder as her legs and back were stretched so badly that her toes touched the ground beside her pointed ears, her ass and hips raised right above her head.

“Lucky that you elves are so flexible. This would have broken the back of a less poseable toy!” Lae’zel happily reminded her.

The gethyanki shifted her own legs to trap Shadowheart’s as they were in the painful and exposing position. Lae’zel ripped the half-elf’s remaining clothes off to leave her even more exposed with her legs spread. Her elven flexibility still left her stretched out in pain, and between the humiliating hold and the mental manipulations, she couldn’t help but be turned on as her spread pussy leaked.

Lae’zel smirked as she ran her fingers over Shadowheart’s slit. The exposed opening was easily toyed with in her sorry state where the half-elf could only writhe and pant in response. She was easy enough to toy with, but Lae’zel’s mind-reading let her feel out all of Shadowheart’s sweet spots before she even knew they were there. The gith rubbed along the sensitive edge of her victim’s clit before flicking it firmly just how she secretly liked it.

“So much for the pride of the elves,” Lae’zel gloated. “And you’re not even worth half of one of those weak sluts.”

Shadowheart squealed weakly as she felt on the verge of orgasming, teased to her breaking point by the dominating githyanki. Instead, Lae’zel slowly drew her sticky fingers back out of her. The pinned elven girl panted as her pussy lips remained open and waiting for more attention.

“Oh were you ready to cum already? I had no idea your kind were both whores and weak. You must have taken the worst traits from your desperate parents.”

Along with sensing her most sensitive areas, Lae’zel’s telepathy let her detect whenever Shadowheart was about to cum. Her fierceness and cruelty shone through as she kept a close eye and made a game of pushing her to her limit before easing back out of it to leave her suffering and dying for more.

It wasn’t until she had been perfectly edges for the third time that Shadowheart realized she was being completely toyed with. She bit her lip as her eyes watered with pent up pleasure.

“Go on… finish me off!” she panted.

“Then you give up already?” Lae’zel pried. “You surrender your right to Tav to me?”

Shadowheart struggled, trying to resist and refuse. Her whole body bucked with another near orgasm that was stolen away from her at the last second. She gave a weak gasp and beat a fist on the ground.

“YES! Please! Let me cum!” she pleaded.

Lae’zel didn’t respond beyond picking up her pace with the fingering. She pumped her fingers rapidly, pushing a third finger into her to rapidly squish inside her folds. Shadowheart gasped and whined needily, bucking her hips into the fingers desperate to finish. She felt her pussy lips clench and her clit swell just before Lae’zel pulled back again. Shadowheart actually let out a drawn out scream as she was robbed of her orgasm again.

“PLEASE! You can’t do this! Let me cum!”

“You soft creatures can be so pathetic! You can’t fight as well as the githyanki, you have no powers, and now you show you can’t even fuck as well as we can! You’re so utterly useless!”

The gith pressed her fingers in deep and stroked around the whining Shadowheart’s clit.

“Say it! Say you’re inferior to every githraki!”

“I… I’m inferior!” she blurted out desperately.

“And who is your dominating mistress!?” Lae’zel pressed as she bullied her clit around.

“You are! Lae’zel!” Shadowheart shrieked.

Lae’zel flashed another evil grin as she suddenly fingered her even faster than before. Shadowheart gasped as her pussy was roughly finger fucked but it was just what her body needed. She humped the aggressive hand until he gave another shrill cry and squirted a messy orgasm out. With her hips raised as high as they were, she coated her chest and stomach in her own juices as she struggled to catch her breath. But Lae’zel still wasn’t through with her.

“Perhaps it’s time I show you a fraction of the githyanki might,” she threatened as she pushed down harder on Shadowheart’s legs.

The raven-haired half-elf gasped as Lae’zel forced her legs apart, making her spread eagle in midair. She had no hope of overpowering her physically, and she had just orgasmed while still failing to escape Lae’zel’s psychic charms. Her wider spread legs let the green dom reach even deeper inside her overworked pussy, making Shadowheart wail and shake more pathetically than ever. The overpowering arousal and pain in her stretched out body left her completely at her opponent’s mercy.

Lae’zel really let herself loose in tormenting her rival. Shadowheart was left as nothing but her sexual plaything, helpless to do anything but beg her to stop. The githyanki ignored her completely as she went on violating her pussy.

“Please! Stop! No more!” Shadowheart pleaded pathetically as she shed more tears and cum for her dominating mistress.

“You are far too pathetic to be traveling with me like this! Perhaps a bit more suffering will make a half-worthy slave out of you! You’re lucky that your flimsy body is too thin-skinned to butcher into armor!” Lae’zel mocked ruthlessly the whole time.

It humiliated Shadowheart, which in its own way only weakened her further to Lae’zel’s sexual dominance. She bullied orgasm after orgasm out of her, and Shadowheart’s weak struggles failed to escape her tight and stretching hold. In fact it only moved her hips further, making her unwittingly hump and grind on the invasive fingers. She squirted again and again, and every time Lae’zel pretended to consider letting her go just to dig back in again. She gave a long lick up one of Shadowheart’s stretched tight thighs.

“Even your juices taste disgusting,” she jeered, spitting into the half-elf’s face.

Shadowheart whimpered and laid limply on the ground, her body thoroughly drained from the countless orgams she’d been forced to endure. She was a ragdoll for Lae’zel to toy with as she pleased, and she had settled into pinching and lightly rubbing her fingertips over Shadowheart’s clit.

“See how much more you could endure? You are a disgrace to your bastard lineage for giving up so quickly,” Lae’zel mocked her cruelly.

“But I will give you what you beg for so stupidly, you cowardly whore. Defeat humiliation, abuse… it is all you deserve, after all”

Tirelessly, Lae’zel continued to fuck her broken rival. Her passionate and submissive cries became more desperate and hoarse as she was drained of every last ounce of strength. With one final, trickling orgasm, Shadowheart’s eyes rolled and her body shuddered like she was going through a seizure. Her mind and womanhood was completely decimated by hours of being violated and her big mouth shut for her. She finally blacked out, her every muscle bent out of shape as Lae’zel threw her limp body to the ground in a pathetic heap.

“My mistake for expecting anything out of such an inferior creature,” Lae’zel hissed.

She spat on her bested rival, leaving her out in the nearby forest as she returned proudly to camp.