A/N: Moonlight Swords is something I made up. It's simply swordplay by moonlight, which is better for these guys, since they like swinging swords at each other! Ha ha...enjoy!

Who knew Siraena could be so wicked? Also, I couldn't decide who to have Ijanios played by here—but I settled on using Edge (no surprise here) for the character.

Chapter 3- The Competition, pt. 3: Moonlight Swords

That same night was filled with the moans and cries of the only woman Niarchos managed to conquer—much less live.

But this time was different, for Siraena Minargos was to become Lady Siraena Eskatiel come the next blood moon.

In other words, Niarchos wasn't letting this piece of evil beauty go.

"Oh, God," Siraena moaned.

"You called?" Niarchos whispered, his tongue swirling across her neck.

"You're no god," Siraena giggled.

"I'm your god," Niarchos shot back. "And you're gonna like it."

"Of course, my love," Siraena said. "Now, fuck me," she ordered.

Niarchos laughed. "Wild child, are you?" he asked. "I will do as you say."

Siraena let out a laugh. "Come and do it, my love. Come show me what you really are."

Niarchos flashed into his reptilian form. "Like this?" he asked, pulling her close to him. "Mmm, you smell wonderful. I really want to eat you up—but I can't do that to my queen."

"You're so HOT when you turn into that form," Siraena said, running her hands along his chest.

Niarchos purred from her embrace. "You're not afraid?" he asked.

"Not at all. This was what attracted me to you," Siraena confessed. "I knew I liked what I saw. No way am I afraid."

"Good, then you'll enjoy the way of life for Reptilian nobility," Niarchos said, taking Siraena's fingers into his mouth. "Mmm, you taste good too."

Siraena giggled again. "Are you going to keep doing that?" she asked.

"No," Niarchos replied, flipping her onto her back. "I'm going to do this instead." He spread her legs apart and began to lick at her legs.

"Ooh," Siraena moaned. "God, give it to me, baby. I need it."

"What do you need?" Niarchos asked. "Tell me."

"I need you inside me," she shrieked.

"Not yet, darling," Niarchos murmured, his tongue inching closer to her entrance. "I'm going to have to make you beg for me."

"Then I beg you," Siraena shouted. "I want you inside me—please, my lord."

"Hmm, Niarchos said. "So the gal wants my python inside her...should I grant her that?"

"Mmm," Siraena said. "That big, long, and very hard snake needs to come and find itself a new cave. So I am inviting it to find shelter in my cave."

"Wow," Niarchos said, his tongue sliding into her entrance. "All these things you say are making me go mad. I like it."

Siraena wriggled in his arms. "I like making you go mad," she said, giggling.

That was when it got hot and heavy. Niarchos wasted no time in satisfying his soon to be bride as he licked and sucked every part of her body. He listened to her nonstop cries of pleasure, which led him to continue pillaging her palace.

"Mmm, Niarchos," Siraena moaned. "Don't stop, my lord...ahh, that's wonderful...mmm..."

"Whatever you desire, my queen," Niarchos replied, his fingers running through her hair. "I have no intention to stop."

"Oh, God," Siraena shrieked. "Niarchos—."

"Let it out," Niarchos ordered, holding her hands. "Release your inner snake."

Siraena did as she was told, and a sigh escaped her lips as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. Once this passed, instinct told Niarchos to explore her entrance, which he did with his rather hard shaft.

"This will hurt a bit—we Reptilians can be rather huge, if you know what I mean," he explained, pushing the tip of his cock inside her.

Siraena let out a wail. Sensing her pain, Niarchos waited a few minutes before he went any further. When he heard nothing, he slowly slid inside her again.

"You okay?" Niarchos asked. "Am I hurting you?"

"I'm fine," Siraena said. "No pain, no gain."

"Which is my motto," Niarchos snickered. "You're learning fast, darling," he added, thrusting inside her.

"Oooh," Siraena moaned. "Oh, mercy, my lord, please. Mercy."

"I am not a man of any kind of mercy," Niarchos calmly replied.

"Faster," Siraena cried. "Faster."

Niarchos wasn't about to deny his woman what she wanted. He slammed into her without taking a breath. "Take that, my queen."

A few hours had passed—and the sun was peeking into the lair's curtains. Siraena suddenly sat up. She had obviously been thinking of something.

"Don't you think," she said, "That you should prepare to see Imniar fail at the moment?"

"What makes you say that?" Niarchos said.

"I know that Kelkiar and Neijior practice before every event—and that Imniar doesn't—because he believes he needs to do nothing but look pretty," Siraena murmured.

"That's because he's an ass," Niarchos laughed. "But he needs to win something—I want the Reptilian throne—and I know he wants both Neijior and Kelkiar dead."

"But what of Kysandior?" his lover asked.

"Death by pressing." Niarchos began to have a visual picture in his mind about Kysandior being crushed to death by huge stones.

"Earth to Niacha," Siraena interrupted. "That won't work—Kysandior is strong as hell—there is no way any stone will hold his strong frame."

"What do you suggest?" Niarchos asked.

"Death by sunlight?"

"Kysandior is one of the Sun Shadow Reptilians. He lives for sunlight." Niarchos was beginning to get frazzled.

"Crap! I forgot about that," Siraena said. "Sorry, lover."

"It's okay...we'll have plenty of time to think of something." Niarchos was patient for the moment. "But, let me get up and prepare for the night's events."

"Oh, that's right—Moonlight Swords. This should be fun," Siraena murmured, a smile crossing her face. "Go ahead. I'll be fine."

"No," Niarchos said. "I want to show you off to the kingdom—and then we have to find your replacement. Once you're my bride, there is no way I want you to continue being a maidservant."

"Good idea—and I have someone in mind to replace me."

"Who?" Niarchos asked. "Niretlia?"

"Who else?" Siraena said. "I can't stand that girl, and to see you work her to the bone would really turn me on."

"Anything makes you hot," Niarchos snickered. "Even my Reptilian cock makes you hot," he added, quickly pulling out of her. A trail of green cum leaked from her core as he got off the bed.

"Oh, gross," Siraena groaned, cleaning herself up. "Now I have to get used to green cum while I still have a few hours left as a human," she joked.

"Oh, hush," Niarchos said, turning back into his human form. "You know you liked it. And you won't have any complaints once I turn you."

"Anyway," Siraena said. "Don't you have to go talk to someone about sabotaging the event tonight?"

Niarchos rolled his eyes. "I will go talk to Ijanios about a blunt sword or something."

"Sounds good to me. Maybe I can offer Kysandior a drink and drug it or something," Siraena added.

"No good. Kysandior is good at detecting that stuff," Niarchos said. "Very bad idea."

Siraena pouted. "This sucks."

"Aww, it's okay, Sirai," Niarchos said. "We'll find something. I'm going to go now. See you later, babe."

Siraena kissed his forehead. "Luck be with you, my lord," she said.

"I will pass that luck to Imniar. Maybe this will help him," Niarchos said, turning to leave.

Once out of the lair, Niarchos headed towards Ijanios' lair. Knocking three times, he entered the lair and walked towards the study, where Ijanios sat at his work table, staring at him with his evil brown eyes.

"I was expecting you," Ijanios said. "Sit."

"Of course," Niarchos replied.

"For the last couple of days, I have seen that Imniar has lost every part of the competition—how is that possible?" Ijanios asked.

"He thinks he's all that—and a few slices of blood cake," Niarchos said. "He needs to realize that this isn't all a joke. And of course, Kelkiar capitalizes on this and whips his ass."

"What is tonight's event?" Ijanios asked.

"Moonlight Swords," Niarchos answered.

"He shouldn't be able to lose that one," Ijanios murmured.

"What do you suggest?" Niarchos asked.

"I can cast a spell that will make him progress somewhat through tonight's event. But he had better get cracking and defeat Kelkiar," Ijanios growled.

"I promise nothing," Niarchos hissed. "He messes up, it's his ass."

"Funny you would say that," Ijanios murmured, reaching for a glass of wine. "I had a feeling you would say that." He presented Niarchos with a glass as well.

"Why is that?" Niarchos asked. "Wine? I'd love some."

"Because your brother is a strong one. He holds his own, but it is his foolish pride that makes him look ridiculous," Ijanios said.

"That is true," Niarchos murmured.

"But," Ijanios said. "I have a question to ask of you—what are you thinking by romancing your maidservant?"

"She has been my co-conspirator in planning to help Imniar to victory," Niarchos replied. "And she wants to be turned."

"That is understandable," Ijanios said. "But, go and prepare for tonight. I will work on the spell that somehow will help your brother."

Niarchos smiled. "Thank you, Ijanios." He got up to leave.

"The pleasure is all mine," Ijanios said, smiling. "I will see you at the competition."

Night quickly fell, and everyone gathered in the court for the Moonlight Swords part of the competition.

"Welcome, everyone," Niarchos said. "I'm glad you could all come out. Tonight's event is Moonlight Swords. The objective is to knock your opponent to the ground in order to defeat them. Imicha, Kelkiar, take your positions in the trees. The last person standing will be deemed as the winner."

Hopefully that will be me, Imniar thought.

Both men took their places on the platform above the ground and waited for the arrow to be fired.

Ijanios stood as far from the crowd as he could, silently chanting the words to the spell he planned on using on Imniar.

Imniar had no idea he was being bewitched by the Reptilian Master of Spells. Instead, he watched his brother as he made his speech.

Imniar, do everyone a favor and make yourself proud tonight, Niarchos said.

I will do just that—just make sure I win, Imniar replied.

I will do that, Niarchos responded.

"Whoa," Imniar said. "I feel weird."

"Is this another bullshit excuse to try to win?" Kelkiar asked.

"No, it is not. I feel like I have tons of energy—more than usual," Imniar replied.

"Is that so? Anyway, Niarchos, we're ready," Kelkiar said.

Niarchos waved his hand, signaling for the arrow to be fired.

The competition began as soon as the arrow hit the air.

Imniar, armed with just the one sword he always walked around with, swung at Kelkiar.

Kelkiar was armed with two swords, and managed to block Imniar's attacks as they came. "Is that all you got?" he challenged.

"Bastard, stay still," Imniar growled.

"How about no?" Kelkiar said, swinging at Imniar.

"How about yes?" Imniar hissed, swiping at Kelkiar.

"Damnit," Kelkiar growled. He looked at a rapidly growing spot of blood on his arm.

"What the hell?" Neijior shouted. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Calm down, Neiji," Kysandior said. "Kelkiar will get himself out of that—don't you worry."

"Aww," Imniar chastised. "So you're bleeding—pity."

"Fuck you," Kelkiar spat.

"Do that to Neijior," Imniar replied. "Everyone knows you do anyway."

"That, dear Imniar," Kelkiar said. "Is where you're wrong. Everyone knows you're the one fucking your brother."

"That's going to cost you," Imniar said, swiping at Kelkiar again.

Another spot of blood appeared on Kelkiar's chest. "Goddamn it."

"Guess this means you're getting weak—guess I win," Imniar said, poking Kelkiar in the chest.

"No...freaking...way," Kelkiar snarled. "This isn't going to be easy for you, Imniar."

"Hey! But it will be hard for you," Niarchos called.

Just then, a flash of light appeared out of nowhere. "What the hell?" Kelkiar said, teetering on the edge of the platform.

Ijanios smiled at Niarchos, who was rolling with laughter. "I have no idea," Ijanios answered. "I'm only here to watch the event."

"Since when?" Kelkiar shouted. "Begone, mage."

"Pity—you seem to be losing, your Highness. Maybe I can help with that." Another flash of light appeared as he spoke.

That last flash caused Imniar and Kelkiar to fall from the platform. They landed on the ground with a loud thud, with Imniar landing first.

"Ugh," Niarchos said, rolling his eyes. "This means Imniar wins—he fell off first."

"Damnit," Kysandior growled. He glared at Ijanios. "If you hadn't been here, this wouldn't have happened."

"Aww, poor Sun Shadow," Ijanios said. "Are you mad that the prince didn't win?"

"Why I ought to—," Kysandior began.

"Do what? Kill me? Not going to happen," Ijanios replied. "Too late—Imniar has won a part of the festivities. Deal with it."

Neijior did a flying leap onto Ijanios and began punching him. "Asshole," he raged.

"Get off of me," Ijanios said, his voice eerily calm as he flung Neijior into the crowd.

Neijior landed on the ground with a thud. "This isn't over," he shouted.

"It is," Niarchos said. "For now, that is. This ends this part of the competition. Two days from now, the event will be hand to hand combat. No weapons, except your bare hands. Good night, all."

"Yes!" Imniar was jumping for joy. "Finally, I win a competition. I'm celebrating tonight—then practicing—for once."

"Now I'm proud," Niarchos said, patting his brother on the back. "Win the next one, and you can kill Kelkiar—I promise you that."

Imniar snickered. "I like the sound of that," he said. "That will be done."

"Good. Now I have to get back to my woman. So behave," Niarchos replied.

"Woman? You don't mean Siraena," his brother asked.

"Yes, Siraena. She is going to help us get rid of those three."

"Amazing. How did you get her to do that?"

"I didn't have to do anything."

Imniar stared at his brother. "How is that possible? She isn't even Reptilian."

"She has caught my eye for a LONG time, and I didn't have to corrupt her, jackass."

"Then go to your woman...I'm not stopping you." Imniar headed in the direction of their palace, leaving Niarchos to head to his lair on the other side of the kingdom.

"Thank you, brother," Niarchos said. "I will see you later. And thank you, Ijanios, for your help."

Ijanios smiled. "All he needed was some help. He will do well in the other rounds." He turned to head back to his lair, disappearing into the air as he went.

Meanwhile, Siraena awaited Niarchos' return. As she heard the door open, she quickly threw on a robe and met him at the door.

"What happened?" she asked.

"By the gods, he won," Niarchos replied.

"That calls for a celebration," she answered, dropping the robe.

"Mmm, I like, I like," Niarchos said, a smile on his face as his eyes focused on her naked body. "Let's take a bath, shall we?"