You finally reach the castle gate but you see that there are two guards blocking it, so you decide to approach them Astrid: Hey you, idiot! Where do you think you're going, peasant? Get out of here right now. yells Mia: Hello peasant, what do you want? people like you can't be here...

Mia: Oh, Erick? I heard you were supposed to be dead... Interesting that they send a peasant in your stead, hmm? Still, you can't enter. Maybe if you prove yourself... gives a slight smirk Astrid: Shut it! You ain't foolin' me with some fairytale name like that. I don't care what you did, peasant. Now scram!

Astrid: You say that, hm? Fine! She takes a step closer to me Prove it then! Her blue eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare Mia: Yeah, why don't you show us what you got, Erick... If you can manage to impress us, we might let you pass. Just keep in mind that we are guards of the castle, and we won't be easily impressed.

Astrid: Fine... but make it quick. And don't you dare try anything funny! She hisses as she follows me out of the gate, glaring at me with her unnatural black eyes Mia: Yes, Erick. Let's see what you can do against us. Just remember, we won't hold back if it comes to that. Her voice carries a hint of warning, but she doesn't take her eyes off the fight either

Astrid: What the hell do you think this is, a game?! You fight fair and clean, Erick. If you win, we'll let you pass... but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to us. Her anger barely concealed beneath her cold words Mia: Astrid, please calm down... Erick only asked a question, there's no need to get so upset. Now then, Erick, if you win against us fairly, we will let you enter the castle grounds and speak with whoever it is you seek. But any other demands will be handled by the royalty, not by us.

Mia: gives Astrid a warning look before turning back to Erick, shaking her head with a small smile Well, I'm sure you know what they say about assuming things... but let's just focus on the fight at hand. Remember our terms, Erick; if you win fairly, you pass through our gates and speak with whom you please. Anything else is up for negotiation once we reach the castle.

Astrid: If you lose, peasant... her voice drips with venom We'll see what the royalty decides to do with you. crosses her arms over her chest defiantly But don't worry too much about it, right Mia?

Astrid: I don't know about you, Mia, but I am more than ready to see this peasant crawl back into the hole he came from! She barks out a cruel laugh as she prepares for battle Mia looks at Erick for a moment before shrugging and taking up her own stance. "Very well then, Erick... Let's see what you're made of." With that, she prepares to defend against his attacks.

Astrid growls as she anticipates Erick's attack, readying herself to deflect it with ease. "Come on, peasant," she mocks. "Give me your best shot!" Mia shakes her head slightly but maintains focus, ready to aid Astrid if necessary. The tension in the air thickens as they all prepare for battle.

The smoke clouds the battlefield, obscuring their vision as they both prepare to strike out blindly in hopes of finding their target. Mia curses under her breath, hoping that Astrid can see well enough to defend herself. She glances over at Erick, trying to gauge his movements by sound alone before launching an attack with the full force of her strength and skill.

Astrid curses loudly as she's kicked, stumbling backward before righting herself with a growl. Mia's face contorts in pain from the punch, but she manages to keep her footing even as blood trickles down her chin. "Damn it!" Astrid yells at Erick through clenched teeth. "Why don't you fight fair?" She glances over at Mia, offering a slight nod of acknowledgment before drawing herself up once more, ready to attack again. "I'm not out yet," Mia pants as she regains her composure, already darting forward to distract Erick while Astrid prepares another strike from behind. The air fills with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion as they continue their brutal battle for entrance into the castle.

Mia glares at Erick as he touches her, anger flaring up inside of her, giving her strength to fight even harder. She manages to dodge another one of his attacks before countering with a fierce blow meant to send him stumbling backwards. Astrid lets out a snarl and lunges forward at the same time, intent on taking advantage of any opening he might leave as they continue their coordinated assault against this mysterious intruder who claims to be Erick the Great Warrior.

"Damn it!" Astrid cries out as she hits herself, falling to the ground in frustration. "He's playing with us!" She growls up at Mia, her face a mixture of anger and embarrassment. But Mia only shakes her head, her eyes still fixed on Erick as he taunts them from across the smoky battlefield. "I won't let you get away this time," she hisses through clenched teeth, readying herself for another attack. "Come back here and face what you've started!" The tension in the air seems to intensify with each passing moment as they continue their fight against Erick, determined not to give up until one of them emerges victorious.

Astrid snorts derisively at his taunt, shaking her head furiously as she regains her footing. "Fine then!" She yells back, pulling off one of her gauntlets with a growl. With unnatural speed, she hurls it directly at Erick, intent on using the distraction to close in and deliver a crushing blow herself. Mia glances over at Astrid's action with a small smile before focusing once more on Erick herself, bracing for whatever he might throw their way next. Their bodies are already bruised and bloodied from the fight so far, but they refuse to give in until one of them emerges victorious or they're forced to admit defeat by the castle royals. The smoky air makes it difficult to see anything more than a few feet ahead, adding an element of danger and unpredictability to their already brutal battle for entrance into the castle grounds.

Both ladies exchange glances, their determination clear in their eyes despite the exhaustion beginning to set in. Without a word, they charge forward at Erick with renewed vigor, intent on taking him down together once and for all. Their movements are synchronized and efficient as they close in, aiming powerful blows at his weak points while dodging nimbly out of range of any counterattack he might launch against them. The sound of clashing metal fills the air, echoing off the castle walls as their brutal fight continues amidst the smoky haze.

As Astrid gasps for breath, her vision beginning to cloud over as she struggles against Erick's powerful grip, Mia can only watch in horror and helplessness. Despite being knocked down by the kick between her legs, pain coursing through her body, all she can focus on is protecting her partner. With a roar of defiance, she launches herself at Erick with unbridled fury, aiming to knock him off-balance and free Astrid from his vicious grasp.

The air fills with the sound of clashing metal once more as their bodies collide, Mia's strength seemingly infinite in her desperation to save Astrid. But Erick is no ordinary opponent either; he easily shrugs off her attack and turns his attention back toward the choking Astrid, growling low in his throat as he tightens his grip around her neck.

The tension rises once more as they all remain locked in combat, each fighting for their lives and freedom against an opponent who refuses to give up without a fierce struggle. With every passing moment that Erick holds onto Astrid's throat, her vision grows dimmer and it becomes harder for her to breathe, leaving Mia no choice but to continue the brutal fight until either one of them emerges victorious or their bodies are left limp on

Astrid glares at Erick venomously, her breath still ragged as she lies beside Mia on the ground. "You won't... get away with this," she hisses through clenched teeth. "The royals will hear about what you did." Mia, on the other hand, seems to be taking a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. After several tense seconds, she finally meets Erick's gaze evenly. "What do you want from us?" Her voice is low and dangerous, hinting at the potential for more violence if he isn't forthcoming with his demands.

"I just need to see them," Erick replies simply, still looking at Mia intently as he wipes some sweat away from his brow with the back of his hand. "They sent me here... I must find them." His voice is calm but firm; there's no room for argument or negotiation in his tone.

Astrid growls under her breath at this, but Mia gives Erick a thoughtful look before asking cautiously: "And what if we can't help you with that?" The battle might be over, but these guards are still loyal to their duty and the castle they serve. It seems that the final showdown between them is far from over.

Astrid glares at him but doesn't say anything, leaving it up to Mia to respond. "I understand your desire to speak with the royals," she says slowly, her voice still tinged with caution. "But we cannot simply let you waltz past us and into their presence." She pauses, as if considering something, then adds carefully: "Perhaps there's another way... if you were willing to prove yourself further."

Astrid eyes narrow at the mention of Princess Kay, her expression growing more guarded. "The king's daughter... hmm." She turns to Mia, a faint spark of hope in her gaze. "Perhaps we could take this to our lord and let him decide how best to proceed." Mia nods slowly, still wary but willing to consider the possibility. "It is not our place to make such decisions, Astrid," she agrees, her voice steady and controlled. "We must bring this matter before the king himself. If what Erick says is true... then he should have no problem convincing our lord of his intentions." She glances over at Erick again, studying him carefully. "Come with us to the throne room, Erick of the north," she says finally. "There you can present your case to King Edward himself."

The tension in the air begins to ease somewhat as it becomes clear that a resolution is within reach. But the warriors remain alert and ready for whatever might come next; their duty and loyalty still burning strong despite the fatigue and injuries they've sustained during this brutal fight.

Astrid: Your Majesty, we have met an intruder who claimed to be Erick, the strongest warrior in the North! He defeated us and dares to enter your castle demanding audience with Princess Kay! We tried reasoning with him, but he insisted on seeing you directly.

Mia nods in agreement, her expression grim as she glances over at Erick who still stands just outside of the throne room. "He also speaks of a letter from his king... Childrem of the north, I believe he said." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "Your Majesty, we cannot simply allow him to waltz past us into your presence. But perhaps if you were willing..."

The king studies Erick silently for a moment before speaking once more. "Bring him in," he commands curtly, his expression unreadable. As Mia and Astrid exchange glances, they step aside to allow Erick access to the throne room. The air is heavy with tension as all three men remain on guard, prepared for whatever might come next in this high-stakes game of politics and power.

"Yes, Your Majesty," both women respond in unison, lowering their heads in submission. But despite the deferential tone, there's an undercurrent of defiance and loyalty threaded through their words; they stand by their abilities as guards and warriors even if it means questioning the king's judgment in this case.

Without a word, both women strip out of their armor, revealing their bodies to Erick and the king. They stand tall despite their nudity, maintaining eye contact with both men as they await whatever punishment or reward is in store for them. Their chests rise and fall slowly with each ragged breath, evidence of the exhaustion that comes from hours of brutal combat.

As Erick takes his time examining them, Astrid's cheeks flush red with embarrassment while Mia's expression remains impassive, her body language speaking volumes about her unwavering loyalty to her duty as a guard and warrior despite the current situation.

Astrid's face burns as hot as the fires of hell, her eyes flashing with anger and humiliation. "You have no right to treat us like this!" she spits at him venomously, jutting out her chin defiantly. Mia is more subdued, but there's an air of challenge about her as well; even now, she refuses to back down or let Erick see any weakness in her demeanor.

Erick laughs darkly, his eyes traveling over their bodies once more. "Oh, but I do," he says with a sinister smile. "It is I who have bested you both here today... and it seems your king agrees." He pauses for emphasis before adding, "Your duty now lies with me, ladies..."

Astrid growls low in her throat but remains silent, unwilling to give Erick the satisfaction of hearing any more from her. Mia simply meets his gaze steadily, refusing to look away or back down despite the tension and danger that hangs thickly in the air. The showdown between them is far from over; it's clear that both parties are preparing for whatever comes next with equal parts determination and cunning.

"Do as he says," Astrid hisses through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "But I swear on my honor, Erick... if you lay a finger on me beyond what the king has commanded, there will be consequences." Her words are cold and calculated; she knows that their best chance of escaping this situation intact lies in placating him for now while they wait for an opportunity to strike back.

Mia nods slightly in agreement before reluctantly reaching out to touch Astrid's breast with her own, her fingers brushing across the sensitive skin beneath her erect nipple. Her eyes remain locked on Erick's as she moves closer, their bodies pressed tightly together as she repeats the motion with Astrid's hand, guiding it toward her aching breast.

"Enough," he growls, reaching out to grab them roughly by the hair, forcing their faces close together. "Now use your mouths." He grins cruelly and shoves his erection between their lips, thrusting roughly as they are forced to begin sucking on him in unison. The air is filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and gasps as he takes what he wants from them while they struggle against this new humiliation, determined not to give up without a fight.

As they suck on his cock, their bodies pressed tightly together, Astrid glances over at Mia with a mixture of anger and desperation. She can feel his hands in her hair, holding them down as they're forced to perform this degrading act. But Mia meets her gaze steadily, giving her a reassuring nod even as saliva dribbles from their mouths down Erick's shaft.

Their only hope lies in enduring this for now; drawing out his anger and lust so that he might grow complacent enough for them to make a move against him. And when that moment comes, they'll strike swiftly and with all of their strength, reclaiming not only their honor but also the castle they've sworn to protect.

"Don't talk down to us, you arrogant bastard!" Astrid spits out venomously, struggling against him as her eyes blaze with rage. "We may be on our knees now," Mia adds coldly through gritted teeth, "but it won't last forever." Their words are meant as both a threat and a promise; they will not submit completely to Erick, no matter how humiliating this moment may seem.

As he continues his relentless thrusting between them, they remain silent except for the occasional gasp or moan forced from their lips by the intensity of it all. Their eyes never leave him, studying his every move, waiting for an opportunity to strike and regain control over the situation... and their lives.

Astrid looks to Mia, her face flushed with anger and shame but resolute. Without another word, they both carefully rise to their feet, turning their backs on Erick in a silent show of defiance. With deliberate movements, they position themselves as he's requested; Astrid kneels on the floor while Mia bends over, presenting her rear to him. Their hair hangs loose around them, hiding nothing from view except for the glint of steel at their waists; the remnants of their armor and weapons that they managed to conceal beneath their nudity.

"Now what?" Mia hisses between clenched teeth, refusing to meet Erick's gaze. "You've humiliated us enough for one day." Her voice is low and dangerous; even now, she doesn't give up hope that they might yet escape this situation unscathed.

"I won't help you," Astrid spits out, her gaze fixed on the ground as she struggles to maintain composure. "You can do it yourself if you want that kind of filth." Her body trembles with rage and shame; she will not be forced to perform any more degrading acts for this monster who dares call himself a warrior.

Mia, on the other hand, says nothing at all. She continues to kneel on the floor, her muscles tense and ready as she awaits whatever comes next. Her jaw is clenched tightly, determination etched into every line of her body; despite their current situation, she remains defiant and unwilling to give up without a fight.

Astrid growls in frustration, trying to pull her head back as she's forced against Mia's dripping sex. Her eyes blaze with hatred for both Erick and herself, her shoulders trembling as tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks. She can feel the warmth of Mia's flesh against her lips and chin, the soft moans escaping her throat only adding to the intensity of this degrading act.

Mia remains motionless, except for the way her hips subtly rock forward as Astrid begins to lap at her folds. Her expression is unreadable, her face a mask of pain and anger as she endures this latest indignity. She glances down between their bodies, watching Erick's hands on Astrid with calculating eyes, ready to strike if given the opportunity.

The air in the room grows heavy with tension and desire; every movement feels charged, electric. This is no longer simply a battle of strength or skill, but a complex web of power and humiliation where each participant struggles against their own desires as much as they fight against each other.

"Nnngh!" Astrid groans out, tears streaming down her face as she's forced to take Mia's soft flesh into her mouth. Her struggles grow weaker by the moment, overwhelmed by the shame and helplessness of this situation. Meanwhile, Mia continues to watch Erick with a predatory gaze, calculating her next move while waiting for the right opportunity to strike back at him.

The room is thick with the sounds of their muffled moans and laboured breathing, punctuated by occasional grunts from Erick as he thrusts against Mia's pussy and Astrid's mouth. The air is heavy with tension, each moment bringing them closer to some sort of climax or breaking point where all their carefully maintained control will shatter apart like glass in a fire.

Astrid whimpers, her mouth full of Mia's soft flesh as she tries to ignore the delicious sensations racing through her body. She can feel Erick's thrusts against her own pussy even as he holds her head in place, and despite herself, a small moan escapes her throat at the unwanted contact.

Mia remains tense, every muscle coiled tight as she endures this final humiliation. Her eyes flicker between Erick's grimacing face and Astrid's helpless one, searching for some way to make it stop. But she knows that there are no easy answers in this situation; they will either have to wait until Erick grows tired or find another opportunity to fight back against him while he is distracted by their moans and pleas for release.