MOTDE: "Yes of course, lets head for my tent and call for Solaria to meet us there."
From Create Your Own Story
You start walking towards your tent with Treccia by your side. On the way you spot two foot soldiers from your clan.
"You there, you two, deliver this message to commander Solaria and huntress Minvir and Rainye. Tell them to meet me at my tent as fast as possible. A religiously-sanctioned challange has been issued and they need to attend the debriefing."
Both of them bow low, bending their upper bodies in submission. Your huntresses are allowed to bend only their head, but due to the foot soldiers lower status they need to perform a bow of greater submission. They then run off in different directions to deliver the message.
"Why fetch second huntress Minvir and huntress Rainye?" Treccia asks.
"It's that snake Solaria. I need protection if I´m to face that sack of dung." In truth Solaria would never dare assassinate you, Minvir and Rainye are only needed as a show of strength and unity.
You continue walking calmly through the camp. Head turns and bows as you pass them. Every Dark elf in this expedition is forced to pay heed to you, except that bitch Solaria. It causes you great pride and pleasure to command so many Drows, but Solaria´s claim to equality is always a nag in the back of your head. You also notice that the soldiers from Solaria´s clan seem more hesitant to bow to you and do so lower, arrogant shiteaters every single one of them.
To pass the time you go through the purpose of the raid with your sister as you walk side by side.
"Sister-huntress, tell me again what are the main objectives of this raid."
"Yes sister-superior. We are fortunate to have emerged within striking distance of the capital of the Heartwood forest elves. The arrogant cow-titted Queen Faylin resides there. Our orders is to capture and burn the city to the ground while acquiring as many riches and slaves as possible. The Heartwood forest tribe is not a warring tribe, they won´t be expecting an attack so the capital will be lightly guarded. Despite being severely outnumbered your force is well enough to complete this mission." Triccia trails off into silence but then quickly adds, "Oh, and mother made especially clear that the capture and enslavement of Queen Faylin is of paramount importance."
"Hmm, Queen Faylin, Mother fought her during the last great march didn´t she?" you ask.
"Yes sister superior, she did, well before our time."
The last great march, it was a glorious war where your mother subordinated several Drow clans and marched them on the surface. Its incentive was that a great rock fell from the sky, a meteor the scribes call it. It shattered the earth and opened up a giant crater that severed the magical bond between the surface world and the underdark, thus opening a permanent passageway to the surface world. It was no mere chance, the Goddesses saw fit to reward your mother for her ruthless and bloody coercion of the Drow clans of Velzaria under her rule.
Many battles were fought, many towns sacked and it´s people enslaved. Great glory was brought to your mother, riches and women fell before her feet, but ultimately it was a losing war. The march was halted and driven back to the underworld. The land around the great crater was healed and the passageway destroyed. Mother also lost much of the stranglehold she had on the other clans, and has been trying to regain it ever since. Queen Faylin was there, leading the Heartwood elves against your mother, your Matriarch wants' revenge it seems.
What you lead, is no great march. A great march is when a permanent passageway to the surface world is opened and a march is declared, this is just a raid brought on by a temporary teleportation-gate to the surface.
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You arrive at the tent and find that Minvir and Rainye are already there waiting for you. You don´t really say anything, they just bow their heads and you stand between them waiting for Solaria.
You have a tent fit for a commander. Is spherical and large. There is a large table in the middle for discussing plans and such. At the end there is a small podium, set there for announcements like this one so your sister takes her place there. Your bed is also here, on it lies an exotic bear hide for warmth during the nights, its furry texture so much more pleasant than the hide of any underworld creatures. Other than that, along the sides of your tent lies various equipments and weapons that you might need.
Solaria enters the tent, flanked by her two sister-bodyguards. Instantly the two of you make eye contact, narrowing your eyes like fiendish cats about to fight over territory. Both of you see each other as a hated rival. Command is to be granted to one leader, not shared like some trivial ceremony. But your mutual hatred stretch back even before the announcement of the raid. You are the firstborn daughter of the most powerful clan in your city, she is the firstborn daughter of the second most powerful clan in the city, rivalry and hatred is only natural.
Solaria breaks eye contact and moves to the opposite side of the room, her bodyguards following her without acknowledging you. It makes you mad inside but you let it slip in order to get on with the announcement. Minvir and Rainye dont't bow to Solaria for that matter either.
"Very well, I have come. Let's hear of this competition and be done with it," Solaria says disdainfully at your sister.
Solaria stands about your size but is a bit slimmer with smaller tits and butt. Her thick white hair flows together, as one, like a crescent from her scalp and ends by her neckline, it covers her ears completely and goes well with her oval shaped face. Her pinkish-gray lips pouts wonderfully and her posture is always strict and prideful.
"Yes co-commander Solaria, I shall inform you of the challenge issued between the two of you," you sister says ceremonially despite the disdain in Solarias voice.
"During this raid you shall both be tasked with bringing three types of items back to the mother-city Velzaria. Each item shall be judged and valued by the tribunal."
As your sister speak you and Solaria resume eye contact, neither one of you blink, staring at each other with unquestionable hatred.
"In each category of item a winner shall be decided. The one who brings the most valued item before the tribunal shall be awarded one point. If both your items are deemed to be of the same value then no points shall be awarded to either of you." Your sister says and then makes a small pause.
"So the maximum points either of you can get is three, if all your items are deemed superior to your opponents items that is. Depending on how many points you acquire different prizes for the winner will be issued. If the contest ends in a draw then the both of you shall be deemed equals, co-commanders in every sense of the word."
"That will never happen!" Solaria spits out.
"I concur!" you quickly reply, "every item you bring in shall seem like cow-shit next to mine."
"Insolent orc-slave!" She spits back. The both of you take a step forward but are quickly stopped by your respective entourage. Minvir holds you firmly, "remember the rules High-Huntress, they come from the Goddesses, we cannot disobey."
You take a step back, Solaria´s bodyguard says something similar so she too falters. Your sister resumes as both of you go back to staring menacingly at each other. You enclose your fist and feel the rage burning inside you, just standing in the same room as this woman is enough for you to become enraged.
"If however one of you win by one points advantage, then the winner shall be considered the superior co-commander. Nothing shall happen to the loser, she shall not the penalized in any way except accepting the title inferior co-commander, but still a commander none the less."
Your sister takes a big breath before continuing. "If one of you wins by two points, then the established rules of Humiliation shall rule."
Both of you instantly break eye contact and stare with surprise and worry at your sister. Humiliation is an often used prize for the victor, but it's often the most severe one for the loser. It involves the loser giving away all glory to the winner, bowing down before her feat, and kissing her toes in submission. In the context of the raid would mean that the loser would relinquish the title of co-commander, and subscribe all glory and leadership to the winner. It´s not the severity of the act that unsettles you, both you and Solaria knew it was coming, you just expected it to be the most severe one. If Humiliation is awarded at two points then that must mean a three points win is more severe.
You both watch your sister up on the podium, staring at her anxiously for the information.
"If a victory of three points is to be achieved, the loser is to face total and unrestricted enslavement to the victor, for the rest of her life."
Both of you stare blankly forward. Shills run down your spine, and you imagine that Solaria feels the same. Enslavement, unrestricted access, what fatal victory. Suffering a Humiliation loss would easily have been the most shameful act you´d ever be forced to perform but enslavement, to Solaria, the thought cannot even be considered.
But Solaria crawling at your feet, naked and chained, and eventually trained to service your every need. Teaching that arrogant bitch her proper place at your feet. Breeding rights! The though makes your cock stiffen. It would be pleasure and glory far beyond that you´ve ever experienced, the firstborn daughter of the Valon clan serving you as a slave!
Solaria seem to have similar thoughts of her own. After a moment of fear and hesitation both your eyes quickly narrow again as you stare at each other with new and tremendous hatred.
"I shall enjoy training and castrating you Daine of Char, that cock of yours has made you far to prideful. Once you're on your knees, servicing my clit and asshole, you´ll find your true place in life SLAVE."
You growl at her before responding. "Hrmm, there´s a lot of things I can do that you can´t Solaria. You have never been penetrated before no? Good, save that sweet pussy for me, I bet you are a loud screamer."
"Commanders there is still the question of the items themselves." Your sister points out, her voice not affected by the tense moment at all.
"The items are the following. First; a trophy, the skull of a slain foe, elf, beast, or other, the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"Second; the most valuable artifact, again the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"And last; the most valuable slave. Here the person in question does matter. Matriarch Mecinia of the House of Char has strongly specified the Queen of Heartwood forest Faylin and her two twin daughters Isis and Iris as the most valuable items. It has also been declared that since the Queen´s daughters are twins, they shall be judged as one item. That is all."
As your sister stops talking silence fills the room.
Solaria then speaks, "Well, let the competition commence then. But if you´ll excuse me and my sisters, this tent looks like the mating grounds of an entire goblin tribe. I must take my leave before my latest meal escapes me."
She walks silently out of the room and leave you alone with your allies.
Minvir, Rainye, and your sister Treccia gather around you.
"I´m sorry sister-superior that I could not inform you earlier, my relig..."
"It´s fine Treccia. I understand what even children do."
"What now High-Huntress?" Rainye asks.
You think. The competition is top priority, you cannot bear to lose to that woman. Faylin and the Heartwood elves must be subdued, at any cost. But at the moment you feel angry, and more annoyingly, frustrated. You need relief. The night has come, homely darkness sweep the land. It´s time to have coitus with someone.
What do you tell your loyal huntresses?
