Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 17: Well done, cutie!

The sun blazed high over the courtyard of Valthera, its golden rays beating down on the packed earth, the air thick with the dry scent of dust and the faint tang of sweat as Jake stumbled back, his wooden staff slipping from his trembling hands to clatter against the ground.

His tunic clung to his battered body, damp and heavy, his arms aching from the relentless sparring session with Rixa, her towering form a blur of muscle and cheer that had left him bruised but unbroken.

She stood before him now, her tan skin glistening under the light, her leather shorts and cropped top streaked with dust, her bushy tail wagging with an energy that belied the hour they'd spent trading blows—none of which he'd landed on her.

Rixa twirled her staff with a flourish, planting it in the dirt as she grinned, her horns tilting as she cocked her head, her chestnut curls bouncing. "Well done, cutie!" she chirped, her voice bright and sultry, her dark eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

"You fought good—didn't give up, didn't pout or rage even when you couldn't touch me. That's a rare thing, you know—not letting ego get in the way. Shows you're here to learn, not just to win." Her tail swished faster, her athletic frame radiating approval as she stepped closer, the heat of her presence washing over him.

Jake flushed, his cheeks burning under her praise, his breath still ragged as he rubbed a sore arm, his voice a shy mumble. "Uh—thanks, Rixa. I... I tried, I guess." Her words felt like a balm on his battered pride, though the ache in his muscles reminded him how far he had to go to give her just a decent fight.

Rixa's grin widened, her tone shifting, her voice dipping into something weirder, more intimate as she leaned in, her tail brushing his leg with a playful flick.

"Oh, and that smell of yours—earthy, sweaty, all worked up—it's delicious, cutie. And your skin..." Her fingers grazed his arm, a light, teasing touch that sent a shiver through him, her eyes glinting as she added, "Glimmering with sweat like that, so soft under all those bruises—it's kinda irresistible." Her tail wagged harder, her appreciation veering into erotic territory, her gaze lingering on him with a hunger that made his stomach flip.

Before he could stammer a response, Veyra's voice cut through the air, sharp and dry, her leather boots thudding as she stepped up behind him, her fair hand clapping his shoulder. "Don't listen to her, pet—Rixa's just sniffing around to get into your pants," she said, her golden eyes narrowing at the trainer, her crimson hair glinting in the sun as she smirked. "Keep your tail to yourself, mutt."

Rixa's cheerful grin faltered into a pout, her horns tilting as she huffed at Veyra, her tail drooping slightly. "Oh, come on, you tattletale—spoil my fun, why don't you?" she whined, her voice playful but edged with a challenge as she straightened, hefting her staff with a twirl. "Fine then—duel me, Veyra! Let's see if you can back up that big mouth of yours!"

Veyra snorted, crossing her arms under her corset-clad chest, the leather creaking as she stood her ground, her fair skin a stark contrast to Rixa's tan. "Not a chance, Rixa—you're better with that stick than I am, and we both know it," she said, her tone cool, unshaken. "You're just itching for petty revenge because I keep getting in your way—save it."

From the courtyard's edge, Lyra's voice floated over, teasing and sharp, her lace-clad form levitating a few inches off the ground, her cloak billowing as her magic hummed.

"What's this? Veyra's scared of a little puppy with a stick?" she called, her glowing eyes glinting with mischief, her obscene top shifting to reveal more of her pert breasts as she laughed, her dark hair whipping in the breeze she conjured.

Veyra's smirk didn't waver, her golden eyes flicking to Lyra with a lazy confidence as she shrugged off the taunts. "Keep flapping your lips, witch—I've got nothing to prove to either of you," she said, her voice steady, her fair hands resting on her hips.

Then her gaze sharpened, a spark of inspiration lighting her features as she turned back to them. "Tell you what—here's a challenge for you two. Lyra, Rixa—duel each other. Winner gets to give Jake his bath today. How's that?"

"Deal!" Rixa barked, her tail snapping upright, her grin returning with a fierce edge as she gripped her staff tighter, her athletic frame tensing with anticipation.

Lyra's levitation faltered, her feet touching the ground as her glowing eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her face, but the courtyard fell silent, a sudden heaviness settling over it like a storm cloud.

Rixa's cheerful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious, focused intensity, her horns glinting as she charged without warning, her staff whistling through the air toward Lyra.

"Wait—stop! I didn't agree to—" Lyra yelped, her voice rising in a panicked squeak as she stumbled back, her hands flailing to summon a burst of violet magic, a shimmering bolt arcing toward Rixa.

The trainer dodged with a fluid twist, her tail swishing as she closed the distance, her staff swinging in a blur of motion. Lyra's magical strikes—crackling orbs and jagged tendrils—lit the courtyard, but Rixa wove through them with a dog-like agility, her lean muscles flexing, her leather shorts creaking as she lunged, her staff cracking against Lyra's side with a dull thud.

Lyra cried out, her cloak tangling as she fell, her magic fizzling as Rixa pressed the attack, her strikes relentless—thwack after thwack against Lyra's arms, legs, back—until the witch crumpled to the dirt, half-conscious, her lace top askew, her pert breasts nearly spilling out, her butt pointing up in a defeated sprawl.

Dust settled around her, her glowing eyes dimming as she groaned faintly, her dark hair splayed across the ground.

Rixa straightened, her chest heaving, her tan skin streaked with sweat and dust, her tail wagging triumphantly as she planted her staff and turned to Jake, her grin returning, bright and sultry.

"Looks like I win, cutie—bath time's mine!" she chirped, her voice a mix of glee and promise, her horns tilting as she strode toward him, her leather-clad form radiating heat and victory.

Veyra stepped up, her fair hand resting lightly on Jake's back as she gave him a gentle push toward Rixa, her golden eyes steady but firm.

"She'll take care of your bath today, pet—don't worry, she won't go too far," she said, then raised her voice, a loud, warning edge cutting through the air as she glared at Rixa. "Right?"

"Yes, yes—trust me!" Rixa replied, her tone light but earnest, her tail wagging as she waved a hand dismissively, her dark eyes glinting with a playful mischief that made Jake's stomach twist.

She reached out, her tan fingers brushing his arm, her touch warm and teasing as she added, "Come on, cutie—let's get you cleaned up. You're all sweaty and adorable after that beatin— I mean training."

Veyra nodded, her smirk softening as she glanced at Jake. "I've got to talk to Tazka about something—things are heating up at the border.," she said, jerking her thumb toward the battered witch still sprawled in the dirt. "I'll fetch you after your bath, pet—be good."

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Her leather boots crunched against the ground as she turned, striding off toward the castle, her crimson hair swaying with each step, leaving Jake alone with Rixa's towering, victorious presence.

Jake gulped, his body aching, his skin prickling under Rixa's gaze, the promise of her bath looming as both a relief and a new kind of tension.

She hefted her staff over her shoulder, her leather shorts hugging her firm ass as she beckoned him with a wag of her tail.

"Come, Let's go."