The half-elf Miona stood above her defeated opponent, gloating as servants secured the loser's wrists in chains and shoved her gently but firmly into a straddle on the humming cylinder.
"Not so cocky anymore, are we? Are you sure we have the same mother, Princess Kandria?" She spat the title out as if tasting rotten food.

"You folded like a first year duelist. And for what? A chance to wrap your thirsty loins around my Tylo? After all that you have over me - the riches, court, the throne, when that time comes - you want even this? Even now you flush with shame. Look at you." 
Kandria only glowered at her as the victor raised her arm and addressed the few, observing arbiters. "Let the tribunal witness my victory, and sanction this well deserved humiliation."

Nodding, a ceremonial figure in bright robes stood forward. "As you know, my lady, the Denn ritual has been kept for decades, preserving peace among the families. And this is..." He cleared his throat, gesturing vaguely. "...unusual. You are bound by blood, and she will be Queen. Will you not reconsider?" 
"What, merely spitting at her feet, a feeble gesture, after she tried to indenture my lover? Far too good for her. If she can't keep her urges in check, we may as well show off what a slut my 'noble' half sister is. But first... Kandria: relinquish your suit of Tylo, and swear never to pursue him again or attempt to purchase rights to the estate he is bound to."

Gritting her teeth, Kandria spat, "You bitch! You... you know I have to. Now. I... I just..." Unexpectedly, her eyes grew moist, and she sputtered. "I didn't even want Tylo," she blurted out hoarsely.

"It was you - you were always the strong one, mother let you do all the fencing you wanted, travel everywhere while I was stuck with my duties, and all I ever wanted was to be you, be with you, have you love-" she abruptly paused, face reddening at the outburst. Barely audible, she went on, "I thought maybe if... you no longer had him, wanted him... you might want...

Miona paused, reached down, grabbing her half sister's face firmly between both hands, despite her wincing and trying to wriggle away. Their eyes met, only for their lips to come together right after, in a long and sensual kiss. The elven girl whispered, "You knew I would do this to you. I said I would. You could have sent a champion."

After nodding, a moment of hesitation - and, Miona noted, a little squirming around on the humming toy she was bound to - Kandria whispered, "I... maybe I wanted this."
"Oh, you little fool," Miona breathed. "Why did you never say anything? Also - Tylo shares me with his brother." She giggled at Kandria's shocked expression, and the lusty gasp that escaped her lips, betraying her efforts to conceal the state of ecstasy she was rapidly heating up to. "You'll make a nice little fourth wheel to roll around with us."
"Now," she cooed, stepping into the harness of the strapon as Kandria moaned, already arching her back in anticipation, "nobody said this couldn't be fun, instead... right?"

Indeed, though, all the annals of the kingdom recorded little of the duel or what followed, the silence of the arbiters being a sacred duty. History noted only that Miona came into the employment of Kandria's court, conducting regular private counsel with the soon to be Queen. While there was some occasional heavy lifting, the job might sometimes be harder than anticipated, and her duties were binding, at least the perks were the perkiest.