Ch 3.18: ❤ Will

Elaina was at a disadvantage in this “fight” already, for multiple reasons. Her dress was already half ripped right down the middle, leaving both very little for Shein to finish the job and also allowing Elaina’s chest to flop out. She felt herself growing flush as she dashed towards the casino owner, but Shein herself paid little mind to the display, keeping eye contact as she stood her ground. Elaina still had this, could still easily overpower Shein with her enhanced physicality. Shein didn’t seem to care, not even bothering to dodge as Elaina grabbed hold of her dress, instead taking the opportunity to herself grab the remains of Elaina’s dress.

Elaina froze for just a moment, trying to balance the risks of her next action in her mind. The choice was clear though.

Elaina jumped back, pulling on both her own and Shein’s dresses in one motion. Shein seemed surprised again at the speed Elaina moved, but her grip was firm. Both dresses ripped, the harmony of the sounds singing throughout the office as the two separated, pieces of destroyed fabric hanging from their hands as they stared at each other.

Elaina was, in a way, losing. She wasn’t like Flora, didn’t always wear no underwear, but she was of the mind that sundresses didn’t go with bras. That left her with just her simple yellow panties, while Shein still had on both a black lace bra and a matching lacey thong-stocking hybrid. Two points left to one, she thought to herself, a deficit she knew she could overcome.

And then she was moving again. She didn’t need to worry about the discrepancy. Her underwear wasn’t going to come off nearly as easily as Shein’s was, not with the gap in their physical abilities so insurmountable. Shein didn’t give up though, tried admirably to dodge out of the way, but with her own desk at her back there wasn’t much she could do but accept her fate as Elaina tackled her to the ground.

Elaina almost felt bad for that, didn’t want to actually hurt the woman, but Shein had also pulled out a knife to start the fight, so it didn’t weigh too heavily on her mind. Shein also didn’t give in quite as easily as Elaina thought she would, wrapping her legs around Elaina and then thrashing with her body, somehow managing to kick off both of their shows and throw the two of them to the side, rolling so that she was on top.

Elaina struggled, both with the woman on top of her and the fact that someone had just done that to her. She was supposed to be stronger, right? But I don’t know how to grapple. Shein obviously does. The position wasn’t really useful for Shein though. She let go of Elaina’s arms and tried to shift back and grab the waistband of Elaina’s underwear, but she gave up her balance to do so.

Elaina took a gamble, grabbing Shein by the sides and then pushing the woman back with all her might, throwing her off and back up against the desk, but hooking her fingers around the string of her thong. It wasn’t quite as perfect as she’d hoped, but she did manage to drag the underwear down to Shein’s knees in the process, and she had Shein off of her as well.

Elaina pounced once more, knocking over the chair in her way and pinning Shein to desk. The wood shook as Elaina’s palms dug into Shein’s shoulder, mounting the woman and pushing her into the desk.

A strange feeling washed over Elaina. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was unnatural, the feeling of being in complete control, seeing a wide-eyed Shein underneath her, feeling the woman’s heavy breath on her chest, hearing the sound of wood creaking under her own strength. She still thought she would have liked to be Shein rather than herself in that moment, but she wasn’t going to give up her win either.

Shein tried to wriggle her way out, scratching at Elaina’s arms and bucking her hips in an effort to free herself, but there was no way out this time. Elaina didn’t have the technique, but with Shein’s back against a wall there wasn’t anything she could do.

Or so Elaina thought. Shein’s eyes narrowed, teeth gritted as she tucked her arms under her opponent’s. Elaina was confused for only a fraction of a second before Shein’s nails dug into her nipples.

She let out a shriek. It had come out of nowhere, a grapple fight that she was sure she’d won suddenly turning into one of the most intense sensations she’s ever felt. Nipples already hard from the excitement of rolling around half naked and more sensitive since they hadn’t expected to be touched at all, the stab of pain and pleasure both struck Elaina as if she was pierced by the knife Shein had discarded.

But she didn’t let go. Her grip on Shein’s shoulder’s tightened, so much that Shein herself let out a cry and released her hold on Elaina’s nipples, desperately trying to pull Elaina’s hands away. Elaina softened her own hold once Shein had stopped, looking down with a whirl of emotions running through her head. Shock, excitement, embarrassment, lust. As she did, Shein seemed to go limp, whatever she was seeing in Elaina’s eyes causing her to either forget they were fighting, or just give up.

Elaina’s mind recovered, at least enough for her to realize she needed to end things if she was going to win. Shein was crafty, and she couldn’t be left to figure out a way to swing things in her favor again.

But Elaina still wasn’t in too much of a rush. She slipped her thumbs into Shein’s bra straps, maintaining pressure as she slowly slid them down. The straps stretch as Elaina’s hands moved down, pinning Shein’s arms to her torso as she made her way towards the floor.

Shein seemed enraptured, eyes never leaving Elaina’s as she was stripped, the cups of her bra finally flipping down as Elaina slid back, revealing the woman’s modest chest nipples puffed and hard as Elaina exposed them to the air.

Elaina was still being careful, still mindful as she moved back with her knees, pulling the bra, still strapped, down to Shein’s hips, getting her first proper look at the small triangle of hair below the lady’s waist, the glistening folds of her pussy already exposed.

Elaina kept pulling, the bra hanging on the ass that she so desperately to see more of, the ass she was going to enjoy making Shein show off for her once she’d officially one, but eventually the garment pulled over, and Shein just sat there as it was slipped off her body, making a cute but futile endeavor to cross her legs and cover herself as Elaina grabbed her thong and stockings as well, pulling all the underwear off in one smooth motion once she had a hold on them together. She stood up to revel in her victory, holding the pile of underwear in her hands, a smug smile on her lips as Shein covered herself below.

It felt hollow though. There was no way she was going to let Shein win—Elaina was too competitive for that—but there was still a part of her that wanted to win, a shameful, impossible to say out loud, hard enough for her to admit to herself part that had relished in the idea of being forced to serve Shein…

A glint of light flashed in Shein’s eye as Elaina started to relax. Just as fast as Shein had struck with the knife, she was up again, one hand on Elaina’s panties, one hand snaking around the back of Elaina’s leg. There was a force on the back of Elaina’s knees, Shein pulling it forward as Elaina opened her mouth to try and ask what was going on.

She saw it as she fell, her knee buckling under the unexpected pressure. The garter belt that Shein had pulled the knife from was still there, not really a garter belt at all, not actually attached to her underwear. It was just a thigh strap, a single piece of fabric still on Shein’s body.

“Completely naked” was the lose condition for this game, and Shein wasn’t there yet.

She wasn’t certain what happened next. It was almost like the first time she’d fenced with Prisma, Shein moving her body in ways that Elaina couldn’t track, Elaina tripping as Shein stood up, pulling the cotton panties in her hand back as her prey fell forward and stepped out of them as she tried to right her fall.

“Fuck,” Elaina said, rolling over onto her own back, heart beating as she realized she had lost, Shein’s self-satisfied face smiling down from up above.

“You really do need to learn to be less trusting,” she said as she tossed Elaina’s underwear aside, kneeling down and pushing Elaina back up against the same desk she herself had been against just seconds before, leaning in and placing her mouth right up to Elaina’s ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I like honest, naive girls anyway.”