Amelia burst into Aisha’s room. Titan looks at her, guarding the sleeping princess. Ignoring the knight, she knelt beside Aisha. Most of the time, she would be composed. She would never waver in front of people. However, when she is with trusted allies or friends, she will break out of her facade. The queen trembles slightly, worried about her precious daughter. Brynhild burst into the room after Amelia came in.

“How is she?”

“A lot of broken bones.” Titan stated, “She might not walk or stand up properly.”

“Why did she fight against my [God’s Realm]!?” Brynhild cursed.

“I don’t know.” Brynhild notice Amelia’s voice. Her voice seems to crack, quivering as each word flows out of her mouth, “I… you can heal her? Please Brynhild.”

“Of course.” Brynhild aims her hand at Aisha, “This will take a few seconds.”

A yellow light engulfs Aisha’s body. Aisha seems normal, but the spell Brynhild cast will repair all of the internal damages. The bones will mend back together as if nothing happened. As a high ranking individual, these injuries are nothing. It would be a bit harder to regrow something like a missing arm or an eyeball. Watching Brynhild’s magic at work, Amelia calms herself. Titan did the same. He hid it well since he wears a helmet over his face. Healing Aisha, Brynhild also felt some strange energy inside of her.

“Titan, you can leave us.” Amelia ordered, “Brynhild and I… need to talk.” The armored knight eyes at the queen, then at the genius.

“As you command. If you need me, let me know.” Bowing, the knight exits the room.

After a few minutes went by, Brynhild breaks the silence. “Aisha has chaos essence? How did that happen?”

“I will explain later.” Amelia lies on the bed, lying next to Aisha, “I just want to do things with you again.” Brynhild blush, raising an eyebrow though.

“Things? What things?”

“Sex.”

“Eh…” Brynhild coughs. “You know, we are in your daughter’s room…”

“And?”

“You want to do it here?”

“Yes. I don’t want to wait. Walking to my room will take a few minutes, and idiots will bother you if we go there. Also, I really want to fuck someone right now. That kiss you gave me earlier did not quell my lust. It did the opposite effect, boosting my lust for you. Come, take off your armor.”

“Amelia.” The genius shakes her head, “You are rather-” Without another word, Amelia attacks Brynhild. The genius was surprised at this action. Trying to push her away, the blonde hair girl found herself against the wall. Amelia was quite strong in her approach. Next, the genius can feel Amelia’s hands undo the straps of her breastplate.

“Seriously? You tell me to be calm when I haven’t seen you in ages? And you said you came here early to fuck me. Was that a lie?” Amelia asks.

“No… It’s just. Please, Aisha is…” Brynhild was silenced by Amelia’s mouth. The two were kissing, mouths pressing against each other. Their hearts start to beat faster than normal. As they kiss, Brynhild undo her gauntlets, letting them slide off her hands. Amelia backs away, kicking off her heels. The genius quickly toss aside her remaining armor, standing before Amelia in her dark nylons, shorts, and tank top. The genius wraps her hands around the queen. Amelia twirls around, pressing her back against Brynhild’s front. She can feel Brynhild’s breasts press against her back. Feeling the genius’ hands travel down her sides in a smooth manner, Amelia snuggles comfortably in Brynhild’s embrace.

“I miss you. I really did.” Amelia lets out a soothe, whispering tone.

“I miss you too.” replied Brynhild. Even though she was a bit shorter than Amelia, she kiss the nape of her neck. Touching, tasting, feeling Amelia felt so good. With grace and precision, Brynhild’s hands massage and caress from the sides down to her thighs. Frowning, the gown obstructed the actually effect Brynhild was going for. “You know,” Brynhild breathes down her neck, her whispers tingling against the woman’s sensitive neck, “The gown is getting in our way…”

“Please,” Amelia guides Brynhild’s hands to her breasts, “You should be fondling these instead.”

“As you command.” replied Brynhild. She gently fondles Amelia's large breasts, moving them in a circular motion. Amelia’s cheeks turned bright red. Her lips curve into a smile, letting out a couple of soft moans. Pushing her hands away for a second, Amelia turns around and face the genius. The queen wraps her arms around Brynhild, letting the genius resume her previous action. Not only that, the two press their lips together, kissing each other passionately. They can feel their bodies heat up against one another. Amelia’s hands travel from Brynhild’s back to her butt. Reaching her tight ass, Amelia squeezes them before she massages the round delights. Brynhild moans at this action, having one of her hands stroke through Amelia’s hair while the other one strokes her upper thighs again.

Using her own breasts, Brynhild pushes them against Amelia’s breasts, their bodies grinding against one another. Sadly, Brynhild's breasts could not compete against Amelia's huge breasts. They press hard against her boobs, showing who had the edge when it came to breast size. They did this for a few minutes before they took it up a notch.

Undoing the zipper on Amelia’s gown, the outfit fell off of her body. Standing in her black bra and panties, the queen makes a comeback.

Invading her tight black tank top, the queen’s fingers travels to Brynhild’s breasts. Her fingers tease the shape of her round nipples, stroking them ever so lightly. It was at a moderate pace, but Amelia's touch were quite soft. And deliberate. Biting down on her lip, Brynhild slides onto the floor. Being on top of the genius, Amelia pinch her nipples, watching Brynhild squirm in her grasp. Unlike Amelia’s moans, Brynhild cannot control her pitch. A loud moan echoes in the air before it died down. Mocking Brynhild, Amelia does it again.

The genius denied any amusement for the queen. She forced her loud moan down her throat. Amelia smirked at Brynhild's submissive state. She was enjoying herself a bit too much. She dreamt of this and was looking for a rematch against her past lovers. However, Brynhild had... changed.

The queen could tell that Brynhild hadn't had any sex for a long time. Her body was quite sensitive for being so inactive. Brynhild could have suppressed a moan from such a light action. Nipple teasing was nothing to Brynhild. Valarie would have capitalized on this. Hell, Amelia can easily dominate Brynhild- actually, that is what she was doing right now.

Staring at Brynhild, there was no way Amelia would pass up on this opportunity. The look that Brynhild has tells Amelia to take her sweet time with this genius. A sudden memory pops up on Amelia's head, reminding her of the time Brynhild and Valarie dominated her and took away her virginity.

Right now, Brynhild was like a virgin.

"You know... I am a bit bitter at how you two dominated me without any mercy. I was soooo sensitive!" Amelia complained.

"I-It wasn't our fault! Besides, you asked for it!" Brynhild countered.

"Maybe I did." I think my curiosity was used against me. "But look at you now... you're being dominated. Did you not have sex for so-" I could not finish my sentence, feeling her lower region for a mere second.

There were a bit of tears in her eyes, feeling a bit bad for teasing her a bit too much. She explains herself though, turning her face away from me.

"Unlike Valarie, I can never replace you two! You were my best friends and... lovers. How could I enjoy this experience with anyone else?!"

The queen regrets a bit of her taunts, cursing at her stupidity. She lets out a sigh and nibbles a bit on Brynhild's ear. She lets out a cute squeal as Amelia went under her tank top and bra, stroking her nipples.

"Sorry... didn't mean to attack you. I know that you can never cheat on us or forget about us. Can you forgive me, Brynhild?"

"I... don't know." Brynhild cutely puffs out her cheeks. She tries to keep her lips together, suppressing her moans. Amelia puts a bit more in her motions, tuning down the speed she was going at. She slowly stroke around her nipples, making sure her movements were close to the nubs. Despite her resistance, Amelia can feel Brynhild's nipples getting erect. To add onto this, Amelia nuzzles against Brynhild's neck. The genius squirms lightly from these slight changes.

A minute or two has passed, the genius has not given any response to Amelia's question.

"You asked for it... I was being nice." Brynhild jumped at the abrupt actions.

"Nohaheheheheheheh! A-Ameliahahahahah!" The queen starts to tickle Brynhild's sides. The genius tried to control her giggles, Amelia whispering to the genius, "Careful... someone might come into the room to investigate the commotion. Better yet, Aisha could wake up from your outburst... Do you want the princess to see you in such a sorry state?" Brynhild struggles to contain her giggles. Since Amelia was on top of Brynhild, she rubs her knee gently against her womanhood. Even though she still has her shorts and panties, the genius was getting into a sticky predicament.

"Playing hard to get won't stop my assault you cute little warrior... I know your weaknesses. I know that you're enjoying every single second of this." Amelia did not relent on her attacks. Not only did she physically wound her old time lover, her words were dealing mental damages as well. She continues rob rub against Brynhild's womanhood, her fingers running down her jiggling sides. It was a nice feeling to touch Brynhild's skin again. The warrior was shaking her head furiously, shutting her eyes for a few seconds.

"Look at me while I do this to you." Amelia grabs her chin. Before she can turn her face, Brynhild slapped Amelia's left cheek. This was by accident. Brynhild freezes at her sudden action. The queen gasps at this, giving a nasty smile to the warrior.

"I was being quite merciful, but if you want to resist... [Magical Binds]." Snapping her fingers, magical loops wrap around her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were behind her back, making the warrior struggle in her confines. "You brought this upon yourself. Now, where were we... let me do this instead since you want to resist me." Brynhild braced herself for another ticklish assault.

Yet it never came.

Her eyes popped open at the finger that slithers around her bottom lips. She twitched at the motion, quivering at the gentle touch. Amelia was using a single finger to trace around the shape of her vagina. Even though her shorts and panties were on, Amelia just slid past them to get at her juicy target. Brynhild tried not to usher out a moan, trying to refuse the pleasure running through her. If that wasn't bad enough, the naughty queen has grasped her left breast, fondling it. She squeezes them,

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“Quite a sight. You can barely control the volume of your moans. And you warn me about waking Aisha. Surely, you can do better.” Trying to respond to her taunt, Amelia shoves her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues meet, coiling and playing with one another. The queen was having her way with the genius, fingers skillfully toying with her breasts. Her hands squeeze the half-size watermelon breasts before she fondles them in a rougher manner. She would then transition into slow, smooth strokes around the shape of her breasts before she zones in on her sensitive nipples. Amelia notice how Brynhild adores this sort of foreplay. Her breasts are a nice area to arouse her. They should be a bit ticklish as well although Amelia's goal is to please her old friend. The fact that Amelia was doing this while Brynhild was still clothed was another turn on. Well, for Brynhild. With her tight shirt, her delicate naked breasts cannot escape Amelia's touch. If a stranger was there, they could say that Brynhild was the submissive type as Amelia was the dominate one. But Brynhild knew that she must do something about this before it was too late. To counter the queen, Brynhild’s hands strokes her hips and inner thighs. Shaking a bit, Amelia melted at those subtle strokes. Pulling away from her kiss, Brynhild push Amelia onto the ground, getting on top of the queen. Pulling her bra away from her breasts, Brynhild stares at Amelia’s round pink nipples.

Without another word, Brynhild lowers her face to nibble at the pink targets. Twitching a bit, Amelia covers her mouth before she lets out a high pitched squeal. The wet sensation against her sensitive nipples aroused the queen. She shifts her legs against one another, trying to ignore her own arousal. Brynhild place her knee against her legs and crotch. Rubbing gently, Brynhild smiles evilly at Amelia while she licks at her erect nipple. Compared to her breast size, Amelia has a lot more flesh to play with. Taking advantage of their size, Brynhild cups her hands around her busty breasts while her mouth licks at her right nipple. Moving away from the pink delicacy, she kiss and lick Amelia’s right breast. The queen enjoyed this, without a doubt, but she will not be the submissive one tonight. Or the loser for round one. Amelia’s hands invade the girl’s lower region, stroking at her inner thighs and the areas close to her crotch. Unaware of this, Brynhild stops her foreplay, moaning at the subtle strokes.

Amelia pushes Brynhild to her right, rolling on top of the genius. She kisses Brynhild as her hands re-enters her lower region. Using her thumb and index finger, she gently tease Brynhild’s clitoris. Amelia has to pull away to ask Brynhild something.

“You’re wet already? Jeez…”

“Shut up.” Brynhild bits down on her lower lip before a moan escape her mouth. Amelia continues to tease her sensitive nub. “Y-You… Think it’s easy to contain my lust for you?! After all these years, I finally get to do it with you again… OH-MMMM!” Cutting her off, Amelia locks her lips with Brynhild. The queen decides to end the light foreplay. Ending the teasing session with her clitoris, her index finger slides into her vagina. Brynhild arch her back off the ground, moaning violently in Amelia’s mouth. Brynhild wraps her arms around Amelia. Using her other hand, the queen gropes Brynhild’s left breast. Pulling on her nipples and pinching them a bit, Brynhild submits to Amelia. She can barely fight against the queen since she has so much experience. Twenty-seven kids? That’s a lot. She did it twenty-seven times with that old man. Shoving away the disgusting fact that Amelia married an idiot, Brynhild savors this moment.

Amelia shoves her tongue deep into Brynhild’s mouth. The queen’s left hand starts to squeeze on her left breast, moving them in a circular motion as she added another finger into her pussy. Brynhild starts to shake, hips rocking forward as she tightens her grip on Amelia. To be honest, Brynhild had to restrain herself from being too loud. It would be bad if Aisha woke up and saw what they were doing. Just the thought of it would make her die. W-Would it be wrong to be caught fucking her mom? In her damn room- of course! Brynhild hated the set up, cursing at how submissive she was although she was enjoying every second of it. Maybe that’s why she could not get Amelia to cum first.

Despite the many years being apart, the three of them would always compete against one another.

It was a silly competition the three of them had. A competition to find out who would cum first. In the past, Amelia would be the first one to lose. Inexperienced and new to the lesbian order, Valarie and Brynhild would always be the last two. However, Valarie would always win since she has the most experience no matter what. Even now, she would still win against them. It’s sad that Brynhild was losing to Amelia though. Times had changed.

Brynhild was losing it as Amelia shoves another finger into her tight vagina. Moaning violently into Amelia’s mouth, she feels the fingers pumping in and out of her womanhood. To drive the genius over the edge, Amelia slips a forth finger inside of her. Fingering her at a faster pace, Brynhild was staring at her old friend. Her platinum blonde hair flows down her face as they gaze into each other's eyes. She has such an alluring gaze that captivated her. Amelia has grown into a fine woman compared to her. Looking at her gorgeous figure, the genius can see Amelia's erect nipples as her breast jiggle with every thrust that goes inside of her. The sweet taste of her lips, the nice fruity scent coming off of her, her smooth skin against hers. It was like old times. Letting go, Brynhild allows this overwhelming warmth to take over her. A few seconds later, she realize her mistake.

Shit…

Brynhild lost. Feeling the wet fluids all over her fingers, Amelia breaks away from the genius. She still lies on top of Brynhild, smirking. Raising her wet fingers to her mouth, Amelia licks at her hand. She did it in such an erotic manner, Brynhild had to watch for a few seconds. Panting on the ground, Brynhild was extremely red. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, averting her gaze away from the queen. Humilated, Brynhild puffs her cheeks, covering her face with her hands. Amelia tease Brynhild with a light scratch over her breasts. Tickling Brynhild, the genius lets out a charming giggle.

“You!” She glares at Amelia. “N-No fair! You did this on purpose?!”

“What are you talking?” Acting clueless, Amelia tilts her head.

“You purposely did it in Aisha’s room to give yourself an edge against me!”

“Stop being a baby. You came and that’s that. If you want, we can take a bath together.”

“How about you? I need to make you-” Dragging her off the ground, Amelia takes Brynhild to Aisha’s bathroom.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Besides, if you wanted to win, you should have drag me into the restroom and use your device to soundproof the bathroom so we can go all out. I thought you would drag me in here, but you went along with my request. And you call yourself a genius…” Realizing the seperate room nearby, Brynhild slaps her forehead. She could have won their silly competition if they did it in there! Why didn't she notice the bathroom?! Agitated by this sudden revelation, the genius concedes to Amelia's request.

“UGH! Fine! But I am going to make you scream like a fucking banshee. I hate you for this!”

“But you loved it." Amelia giggles. "Now, let’s get on with round two!”

The two enter the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Amelia locks the door as Brynhild use her device to soundproof the room. They fucked each other for two more hours, cleaning themselves up once they were done. Tired from their ordeal, they slide into Aisha's bed and wait for the princess to wake up.