Ivy had been humiliated.

She'd challenged the person she hated the most to a battle, and had been completely defeated by them - forced into a position of weakness, and beaten over and over, while dozens of people whom had respected her moments ago all gazed at her half-nude form, until she had to do the thing that was most difficult for her to do - admit defeat.

In the days since then, she'd felt more shame than she'd ever felt in her entire life...and was even forced to travel with the one who'd defeated her.

Many people would be broken for days, or even for weeks after such a horrifying experience. However, Ivy took solace in one fact.

She could have revenge for her humiliation. Revenge that would make her enemy wish they'd never been born.

Tira had few weaknesses. There weren't many things that she cared about, so she didn't have many 'soft spots' that Ivy could strike. However, she did have one very large weakness - that which seemed to be the only thing that she actually cared about.

Siegfried.

Siegfried and Tira had done such a good job of keeping their feelings for one another a secret that it had actually taken Ivy quite a while to figure it out. But, once she began to notice the secret smiles they darted at one another from time to time, the way they looked after they'd both been gone together for a substantial amount of time, and other subtle hints, it wasn't long before she figured out that the two of them would often sneak off to bathe in passion. They did a pretty good job of hiding it, but Ivy knew. Before she'd used that knowledge to insult Tira at the arena, they might have actually still believed that Ivy didn't know - if they were extremely naive.

A blow hurts the most not when it is to oneself, but when it is to the thing that one loves the most. Tira's weak point was Siegfried. However, Ivy could not kill him. She was confident that she could defeat him in battle, provided that Tira didn't intervene as she had the last time, but Siegfried was far too valuable, both as a comrade and as potential tool, to be killed.

However, this fact did not stop Ivy in the least. If she couldn't take Siegfried from Tira by killing him, she'd just have to take him from her another way.

Ivy began planning how she'd take him. In the time she'd spent with him, she'd learned what he valued the most - innocence and purity. He was questing to be redeemed of his sins, after all. And, although he was a very serious and stoic man, she had noticed that he tended to have a weakness for female flesh. Combine these two aspects of Siegfried together, and...

Ivy's plan was complete.

Siegfried, Ivy, and Tira had nearly caught up to the man whom had sent the Revenant after them. They had been following his trail a few days now, and based on the rate at which they were catching up to him, they'd be upon him tomorrow. However, they had come a long way, and were weary from traveling; they stopped to take a rest before the confrontation.

They had been halfway through a forest when they decided to rest, had stopped in a small clearing, and started a small campfire. A river ran nearby, and Tira had left to bathe in it. Such an action would normally be a cue for Siegfried to follow her, but tonight he was feeling too weary to do so.

Before going to sleep, Siegfried could not help but notice that Ivy had been acting peculiar ever since Tira had left to bathe. She had a sad look on her face, and looked like she had a lot on her mind. It was very uncharacteristic of her - he'd never seen her like that before. If something was bothering Ivy, she was more likely to be furious about it than to be sad. Yet, she would occasionally give depressed sighs as she sat looking into the fire.

What could be bothering her? Was it the fight? Tira and Ivy had not spoken a word to each other after it - nor had they regarded each other in particularly cold ways. They just seemed to act as if the other did not exist, not wishing to think about one another.

Siegfried would have liked to ask Ivy what was wrong, but she could often be a very irritable person, so talking to her when she was in a strange mood seemed to be a big risk. He was worried for her, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He began to lay himself down to sleep.

"...Siegfried."

He quickly stopped and sat up. The voice was Ivy's - but also not Ivy's. It reminded him of the time he was at her door and she called out to him in a cheerful voice to deceive him. This voice, however, was forlorn and melancholy. Siegfried knew very well that Ivy was a master of deception, and acknowledged the possibility that she was merely putting on some kind of act, but was too curious to not see what she had to say. Keeping his guard up, he proceeded to see what she wanted. "...Yes?" he asked.

"...I want...to apologize."

"...Apologize?" Siegfried whispered to himself in disbelief. This definitely wasn't the Ivy he knew, and when Ivy wasn't acting herself, it was because she was trying to deceive someone. ...But, for some reason...he wouldn't allow himself to believe that she could be trying to trick him. Something about the way she was acting - something he couldn't put his finger on or name - was telling him that she was actually being sincere.

"...I want to apologize...for the fight, and for causing so much trouble so far. You were very generous to offer to let me join you, and in return I've been rude and cold. I've felt guilty about it for a long time. And I want to say that I'm sorry."

Siegfried couldn't believe what he was hearing. These were not the sort of things that Ivy would say, or even that she would think or feel. All the evidence pointed to it being a trick, but still something inside of him told him that her words were true.

Ivy looked up from the fire, to meet Siegfried's gaze with her own. Just as she spoke to him in a voice he'd never heard before, she now looked at him with eyes that he'd never seen before. They looked sad and guilty - but, also, somehow...innocent.

Innocence...? That's it!

Siegfried realized what he was seeing in Ivy. He was seeing the young girl that he'd seen in that painting in her mansion - the young Ivy who looked curious and shy...innocent and pure. Siegfried was in awe, shocked to find that the young girl he'd admired hadn't transformed into Ivy - that girl had remained, deep down inside of her.

...He's falling for it. Good. So easy...

"...I want to...make it up to you." Ivy said.

Make it up to me...? What does she mean? ...Well, if she wants to repent, she needs merely to apologize to Tira as well, and not cause trouble in the future...

Keeping her eyes locked onto his, Ivy stood up, and slowly began to walk towards him. With every step she took, the innocent look in her eyes faded, and was replaced by a different look - a seductive, sexy look, quite the opposite of innocent. She continued her approach, and once she stood before Siegfried, she began to bend down, making sure to do so slowly to provide Siegfried plenty of time to take advantage of the excellent view of her cleavage. When her face was level with his, she leaned forward, and kissed him.

Siegfried was frozen in a mixture of shock and arousal. He didn't know what to say, do, or even think. All thought that she was attempting to trick him had disappeared when he'd realized that he was looking at the sweet and innocent girl still inside of her, and seeing that side of her had made him suddenly become unbelievably attracted to her. She was a pure, innocent girl, but also, at the same time, was an intensely sexy vixen that knew exactly what to do to drive him wild with desire.

Siegfried's thoughts quickly turned to Tira. If he did anything with Ivy, would he be being disloyal to Tira? No - although they were frequent sexual partners, and there was definitely a feeling of romance between them, he and Tira had never made an agreement to be monogamous. ...Yet, Siegfried would have agreed to be her one and only lover in a heartbeat, and often felt that he was falling in love with her.

What was the right thing to do? At the moment, he lusted for Ivy - but, even if it would technically be all right, it would still feel so wrong to do anything with a woman other than Tira...

Siegfried's mind was in a deadlock, and he could not decide what to do. So, after a moment's hesitation, he simply let his body decide for him.

He began to kiss Ivy back.

And that was the exact moment when she knew that she had won.

She put her hands on his shoulders and guided him down onto the ground. When he was laying back, she straddled herself on his waist. She broke the kiss, and began to slide her hands up and down her body in sensual motions. When her hands reached her chest, she moved her hands down into her top, pushing it down and exposing her breasts. Then she moved her breasts around, squeezing them and pushing them together. When it seemed like Siegfried could be teased no longer, she took his hands and put them on her breasts.

Siegfried showed his gratitude with a moan and by squeezing her breasts firmly. He moved his hands around them, feeling and squeezing them, and Ivy moaned sensually, as if his touch made her ecstatic. When Ivy felt that she'd let him play with her breasts long enough, she took his hands once more and moved them down her body, and set them on her ass. Siegfried instantly gripped it, and pulled it towards his lower body, while simultaneously arching his pelvis up against her ass.

Ivy left his hands there, and then began to strip her clothing off, making sure to do so as slowly and sensually as possible, adding in as many touches as she could, such as sliding her tongue across her upper lip. Before long, she was naked, and Siegfried's eyes roved up and down her body.

Now Ivy moved her hands to Siegfried's body. He had already taken off his armor shortly after they had stopped to set up camp, and was wearing only his tight black underclothing. Ivy slid her hands over Siegfried's body, eyeing it with a hungry look in her eyes. She worked his clothing off, much quicker than she'd taken off her own clothing, to make him think that she longed to see him naked. This is not to say that Ivy was not impressed with Siegfried's body, and enjoyed running her hands over his torso, chest, and strong arms almost as much as he did.

When his pants were off, Ivy gazed in awe at his hard dick, only half faking her surprise. She ran a hand up and down his shaft, and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she massaged his balls while drawing her tongue up the shaft slowly. She did everything she could to pleasure him, and when she had exhausted all that her tongue and hands could do, she placed her breasts on either side of his dick and pressed them against it.

This was Siegfried's favorite 'favor' to receive, and the act drove him wild. He dipped his head back and moaned, and his hands went to Ivy's breasts. She moved them up and down the shaft, and then let him do it himself. Siegfried panted and stared intensely at the spectacle, and Ivy found herself amused by how much it pleased him.

But, Ivy could not let Siegfried reach his climax this way. To his disappointment, she pulled away from him, but as she readjusted her position, Siegfried saw that something even better was before. She straddled him again, this time across the groin, and plunged his dick inside of her.

She moaned loudly, placed her hands on his torso, and pushed on it, bringing her body up off of him, and then slid back down on top of him. Ivy repeated this action, bringing Siegfried's dick in and out of her, moaning and tossing her head around as if in intense pleasure. Siegfried put his hands on her waist and watched her actions with extreme arousal.

Ivy pushed her breasts together with her arms, and later took to grabbing and fondling them as she rode him. She arched her back with every thrust so that her breasts bounced and jiggled around, and Siegfried took full advantage of the sight. He slid his hands around her body, grabbing her ass and breasts.

Eventually, his arousal was too much to bear. Siegfried's movements and breaths became more and more frantic as he neared his climax, and he moaned Ivy's name loudly as he came into her. To Ivy's surprise, the entire situation had aroused her far more than she thought it would, and after seeing Siegfried orgasm, she was aroused enough to orgasm herself, and moaned his name as she did so.

The two of them slowed to a stop, and Ivy collapsed breathlessly on top of Siegfried. They wrapped their arms and legs around on another, and lay there together, panting exhaustedly.

Interesting. That wasn't half bad. It actually felt pretty good. I might do this more often in the future. Ivy thought, as she slowly drew a circle in Siegfried's panting chest with her fingertip.

And she turned her eyes upwards at the tree branch where Tira was perched, and shot her a smile, as she had done several times while pleasuring her Master.