"What do you want to do, exactly?" Finn asked, almost imdiately after her words left her lips. He needed to know now. Like really—really bad.
Sophia leaned forward, eyes sparkling with cruelty. "I want you to grovel. Bow before and beg like you an it. Tell how badly you need this staff from ."
Finn collapsed to his knees without hesitation. His forehead nearly hit the mud as he bowed, arms spread wide as if pleading before an emperor.
"Please allow us to borrow the staff—oh, my great highness!" he cried, voice cracking. "Please, I am not worthy of even falling before you like this. Forgive ! Please, I beg you! Allow us to take this and we will be done with it quickly—out of your beautiful, perfect hair!"
He shouted so loudly, half the battlefield turned their heads. A silence rippled across the nearby chaos as people stopped mid-fight to witness Finn’s pathetic display.
Seraphina, anwhile, looked torn between secondhand embarrassnt... and sothing that almost resembled fascination.
Sophia smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "Oh my. You really do know how to submit. It’s pathetic—adorably pathetic. You really are submissive, huh? Well then... co here and lick my shoe. Get all the dirt off it, and maybe I’ll think about it."
And for so god-awful reason, Finn listened. Crawling on all fours, panting like a dog, he made his way toward her boots.
Before he could reach her, a sharp heel pressed down hard on the back of his leg, pinning him to the mud.
Finn looked back in shock. It was Seraphina. Her expression was a storm of disgust and worry.
"You need to stop this now!" she snapped, voice trembling with conviction. "This is disgusting and impure! It has sin written all over it, and I cannot tolerate it. Finn, you need to cut this act out and respect yourself!"
She turned her furious gaze onto Sophia. "And you should be ashad of yourself as a woman! You are completely immoral, flaunting this filth in front of a priestess of all people!"
Sophia rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Oh, please. Lower your tone when you speak to . Besides—" she smirked, covering her lips with a delicate hand, "—it looked like you were enjoying it."
Seraphina gasped, clutching her chest. "W-what?! How dare you!"
Sophia tilted her head, smug. "What’s wrong? Struck a nerve? I never took you for soone who likes watching."
"W-watch your tongue, you vile sinner!" Seraphina snapped, red-faced.
"Or what?" Sophia teased, her smirk widening. "You gonna cry to your pastor—hey, wait! What are you doing?!"
Seraphina had never imagined she’d stoop to sothing like this, but without thinking—she grabbed the staff straight out of Sophia’s grip and yanked.
Sophia gasped, tugging it back imdiately. "W-what do you think you’re doing?! This is my staff, not yours—back off!" Her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to it like her life depended on it.
"I’ve heard enough of your nonsense!" Seraphina shot back, pulling harder. "You’ll get it back once we’re through with it. Maybe in the anti, you can reflect on yourself for once!"
The staff wobbled between them as they fought, pulling and yanking like children in a playground tug-of-war.
Finn, anwhile, lay face-first in the mud, watching in awe. A single tear rolled down his cheek. It’s like a dream co true...
Two hot girls. Tugging. Pulling. Kitty slaps thrown in. Tears forming. Breath heavy. Straight out of a cheap fap-bait hentai.
Finn’s body trembled. ’Oh, how blessed is the man who witnesses such a divine scene...’
"Give it back!" Sophia screeched, swiping at Seraphina’s arm.
"No!" Seraphina barked, her voice firm.
The struggle went on until, with one final yank, Seraphina ripped the staff free. Sophia stumbled back, almost falling into the mud, her wide blue eyes shimring in disbelief.
"H-how dare you!" she snapped, stomping her foot. "First you steal all the attention, and now—you take my staff too?!" Her lips trembled. Her eyes watered. She looked like she was about to cry.
Finn nearly lost his mind. ’Hot... wait, no! This is a tragic mont! What the hell is wrong with ?!’
Seraphina clutched the staff tightly to her chest. "I’m sorry, but I need this in order to help others. You must understand."
"You only want to take everything from !" Sophia cried, voice cracking as tears stread down her cheeks. "Don’t think I forgot what you did! You just walk in and get everything handed to you—and I’m left with nothing!"
Finn’s jaw dropped. Damn, Seraphina... the hell did you do to her?!
"I don’t know what you’re talking about! Just stop crying, and you’ll get your staff back soon!" Seraphina’s grip on the staff wavered slightly, guilt creeping in.
Sophia’s makeup was sared from her tears, and realizing it made her even more upset. "My makeup... it’s ruined! I look horrible! All because of you!" Her hands shook in frustration.
Finn stared at her, completely dazed. I think she looks really hot like that... damn... he muttered to himself. Okay, maybe I should shut the hell up.
Seraphina looked down at the staff, uncertain. Was she really doing the right thing by holding onto it? Should she give it back now?
Finn pushed himself up from the filthy ground, saring mud on him again in the process, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We’ve already made it this far. You’re not doing anything wrong. Just focus, do what needs to be done, and you can give it back to her later. Figure everything else out after, okay?"
She nodded slowly, hesitant. "Are you sure?"
"I’m pretty sure..." Finn glanced at Sophia, who was still standing there, completely shaken. Plus, I kind of want to see her beautiful self again... damn, she’s so hot.
"If you say so..." Seraphina replied, her resolve slowly hardening as she held the staff tighter.
Her fingers tightened around the staff. She took a deep breath, calming herself, and the crystal began to glow—first faintly, then brighter, growing luminous like the sun.
"I’m ready."
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