tygavin
Magistrate
Ava traveled by foot across the wonderous landscape. She had left the land of ice and roamed a land of forests and temperate weather. It made her travels easier since she was able to leave most of her armor behind and wear only her leather top and skirt and a breast plate.
Since her army had been massacred and she had woken up on the field alive among the dead she had traveled on foot, challenging other warriors in battles to the death, sword against sword. There was never any quarter given and she preferred it that way.
Only one thing turned her on as much as watching a female warrior die on the end of her sword. Imagining her own death in battle. She saw herself being stabbed in the navel or lower, bleeding out on the dusty ground while her conqueror stood above her.
It was a dream that gave her self-pleasure many nights. She had this dream since she woke up from certain death still alive.
She had fought thirty foes, twenty men and ten women. The men were of no use to her other than coin for her purse. They were always overconfident, and she always cut off their manhood then dispatched their pathetic lives with a stroke to the heart.
The women she studied intently. She watched the myriad of emotions they went through as they clutched her sword in pain. She saw emotions like fear and anger but also a sort of acceptance. Often times she saw want in her opponents eyes and gave them a final orgasm as the lass was bleeding out on the ground. A few made it to their knees and asked to be beheaded after being fatally stabbed. One even pissed herself right before Ava’s blade fell. Rather than being disgusted she was fascinated.
She had no idea when her day would come. She had dreamed of it but could never see a face. She had never met the one who could defeat her. She would know when she saw the person. She prayed it was a woman. She had always slept with women exclusively.
As she wandered the forest she found different trails not made by animals. These woods were inhabited. Perhaps she may find a small village nearby where she would clean herself and eat then search for a tournament or find a warrior to challenge.
Her luck was improved when a wagon drove by. The driver stopped.
“Hello their girl.” An older man greeted her. “I don’t recognize you. You aren’t one of theirs, are you?” he asked, nodding his head from the direction he came.
“Theirs?”
“The Amazons. They are holding a big fighting event tomorrow. If you aren’t planning on joining in, I would keep that sword hidden when you cross their village.”
“Where are you from?” Ava asked.
“Village about a days ride away. I only deliver supplies. You want to stay clear unless you are looking for a fight. Course looking at you, perhaps you are looking for a fight.”
Ava nodded. “Thank you for the information sir. Safe travels.”
Ava continued to walk, her sword on her hip, the blade patting her bare thigh as she walked. Her dress usually caused her to stand out but the village she entered had many women dressed as she was, the barest clothes to not impeded battle.
She made her way to the middle of the village and saw a regal woman in a throne. Beside her sat the most beautiful girl Ava had ever seen.
Ava approached the woman in the throne and stood before her.
“Who have we here that so boldly stands beside the thrown of the Queen of the Amazons?”
“I am Ava your highness. I am but a simple warrior traveling lands and seeking out duels.”
The queen raised her eyebrows. “Mortal combat I presume?”
“Yes, Queen.”
“Where are your people?”
Ava looked her in the eyes. “Dead, your highness.”
“And those that slayed them?”
“Dead as well. Only I emerged.”
The Queen nodded and looked at Ava thoughtfully.
“How many foes have you faced?”
“Thirty, men and women your Highness.”
The Queen appeared impressed. “What do you think, my dear? You said you tire of recent challenges. Does this one seem like a suitable contestant in mortal combat?”
The girl to the Queens side looked her up and down and smirked a bit.
“She is pleasing on the eyes. It would be a pity to end her life, but she is a trophy. Could I keep her head if I choose mother?”
The Queen sighed. “I suppose but it is your responsibility to have it preserved and kept clean. If you keep a foe’s head you must show it the proper respect by keeping it clean. Very well. Ava from a dead race, this is my daughter Princess Eria. She will be killing you tomorrow at dawn. Prepare for your fight tonight and we will see you in the morning in this town square. If by some miracle you do make it past her then we can discuss your next fight. My little girl has been killing people since she was very young. She has never been so much as scratched. Pray to your gods tonight, pleasure yourself if you desire and rest well. We expect to see you do your best in the morning.”
Ava was so entranced with the Princess’s beauty that she had almost missed the way they had discussed her death as if it were a foregone conclusion. The Princess was no older than her and Ava suspected they had around the same number of kills.
Ava made for an inn and paid for a room. The night before a battle was always full of tension and she wasn’t sure if she only knew one way to get it out of her system. Unfortunately, despite being a village of only women, there did not appear to be any whores around so the task of giving herself an orgasm was left in her hands, in this case literally.
She had taken off her armor but still had her under shift on when there was a knock on the door. Figuring an assassin would not knock she carefully opened the door and was surprised to see the Princess there.
“Princess. I did not expect to see you until the morning on the field.”
“Please call me Eria.”
Ava nodded. “As you wish, Eria. You already know my name.”
“May I come inside?”
The Princess was in a leather shirt and leather corset, tied tightly, enhancing her already impressive breasts. Ava had never talked to an opponent before a fight and was fascinated by this new development. She stepped aside and allowed the Princess in.
Eria had a seat on her bed as if it were her own. Ava took the chair by the small desk and sat across from her.
“What brings you Princess?”
Eria stared at her for a moment.
“I merely wished to get to know the beautiful girl I plan to kill in the morning. I do not consider myself cold or indifferent. Every kill is personal to me. After all, our stories are now intertwined as are our fates. One of our stories will end in the morning. It won’t be mine. I mean no disrespect as I am certain you are a formidable warrior. Your fate was sealed however when you entered our kingdom.”
Ava held back the visible signs of the shiver she felt.
“I see. What would you like to know about me since you are so certain to end my life?” she asked.
Eria regarded her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her, making Ava feel even more exposed.
“What draws you to mortal combat?”
Ava was a bit surprised by the question but decided it was fair.
“I am the last survivor of my people. I should have died. War is all I have ever known since I was a young girl. I have no other skills. It was mortal combat or the brothel. I would rather die than be a whore. Besides, I am living on borrowed time.”
Eria looked at her with a gaze that seemed to peer into Ava’s soul.
“That is not your truth. Tell me your truth Ava.”
Ava hesitated.
“Perhaps I should start. There is no other feeling in the world more rapturous than taking a life. It excites my soul and body. I have had many orgasms running my sword through a body. I enjoy watching a beautiful female lying on the ground, clutching the blade of my sword as it pierces her belly, and she bleeds out around it. I particularly enjoy when they raise to their knees wounded and dip their heads, hoping I will slice off their heads and give them a swift death. There is no better feeling in the world.”
Ava did visibly shiver at her words this time as they hit so close to home.
“You understand.” Eria told her, recognizing the blissful look in her eyes.
Ava nodded. There was no feeling like killing another. Men gave her satisfaction, taking their cocks from them while they still lived. Strangely enough their cocks were often hard. Women though died much more sensually. There always came a point when they stopped fighting and accepted the blade like a lover. Ava had often pinned a woman to the ground with her sword and fingered her to orgasm as she died.
“Yes, I do.”
“But there is more to you. What is your truth, Ava?”
Ava took a breath, wondering if she should talk to this beautiful woman.
“I also fantasize about my own death. I have never found one who could defeat me and doubt I ever will, but if it were to happen, the idea of dying, of being helpless, pierced in a way no one has ever pierced me… I pleasure myself often to this idea. It allows me to fight with no fear. Win or lose. I get what I want. Perhaps you will be the one to fuck me with your blade as I meet the final orgasm, or perhaps I shall watch your beauty writhe under my sword. Either way it will be an unforgettable experience. That is what truly draws me to mortal combat.”
Eria smiled excitedly.
“It makes me happy to know I will give you what you want.”
“You have not won yet, Princess.”
Eria nodded. “Yes, I must wait a few more hours before claiming your life. There is another option for you.”
Ava was intrigued but doubted it would be anything in her favor.
“An option? Will you willingly fall on my sword, Princess?” she joked.
Eria grinned. “I was thinking something a bit more pleasurable for the both of us. Forfeit our match, become my slave and I will show you the wonders of submission. Wear my collar. When you are ready you have only to ask me and I will kill you on my sword, in any fashion you request.”
Ava was shocked by the offer and shocked that she briefly considered it. The idea of belonging to this beautiful princess was appealing and a planned death to give her what she wanted…but no.
“I am a warrior, Eria. I will die on the battlefield as a warrior, not as a slave. Perhaps I will not get my erotic death, but I will go to the other side with my head held high, even if I lose it in this life.”
Eria laughed. “Pride prevents you from enslavement. I thought as much. A shame. You would have made a good pleasure slave. I have searched for one but never found the one I preferred. I have never taken ownership of another and told myself I would only own one. I wish it were you. Is there anything I can offer to change your mind?”
Ava shook her head.
“Is there anything I can offer to change your mind, Princess? While the thought of you dying around my blade gives me such satisfaction just thinking about it, I believe beauty like yours should grace this world, not join it as dust. Forfeit the match, I will take my winnings and move on to my next opponent and victim.”
Eria laughed and to Ava’s shock leaned over and kissed her. Ava was stunned but then gave into the kiss.
“I shall see you in the morning at the end of my sword, beautiful Arva. I hope you don’t mind but the losers men and women have their heads on pikes around the tournament arena and their bodies thrown to our dogs. A shame what will happen to yours.”
Ava shuddered at the idea of her body being torn to bits.
“The dead do not care about such things. Will the same happen to yours should you lose?”
Eria nodded. “In the ring royalty does not exist.”
Eria left Ava alone.
TBC
Since her army had been massacred and she had woken up on the field alive among the dead she had traveled on foot, challenging other warriors in battles to the death, sword against sword. There was never any quarter given and she preferred it that way.
Only one thing turned her on as much as watching a female warrior die on the end of her sword. Imagining her own death in battle. She saw herself being stabbed in the navel or lower, bleeding out on the dusty ground while her conqueror stood above her.
It was a dream that gave her self-pleasure many nights. She had this dream since she woke up from certain death still alive.
She had fought thirty foes, twenty men and ten women. The men were of no use to her other than coin for her purse. They were always overconfident, and she always cut off their manhood then dispatched their pathetic lives with a stroke to the heart.
The women she studied intently. She watched the myriad of emotions they went through as they clutched her sword in pain. She saw emotions like fear and anger but also a sort of acceptance. Often times she saw want in her opponents eyes and gave them a final orgasm as the lass was bleeding out on the ground. A few made it to their knees and asked to be beheaded after being fatally stabbed. One even pissed herself right before Ava’s blade fell. Rather than being disgusted she was fascinated.
She had no idea when her day would come. She had dreamed of it but could never see a face. She had never met the one who could defeat her. She would know when she saw the person. She prayed it was a woman. She had always slept with women exclusively.
As she wandered the forest she found different trails not made by animals. These woods were inhabited. Perhaps she may find a small village nearby where she would clean herself and eat then search for a tournament or find a warrior to challenge.
Her luck was improved when a wagon drove by. The driver stopped.
“Hello their girl.” An older man greeted her. “I don’t recognize you. You aren’t one of theirs, are you?” he asked, nodding his head from the direction he came.
“Theirs?”
“The Amazons. They are holding a big fighting event tomorrow. If you aren’t planning on joining in, I would keep that sword hidden when you cross their village.”
“Where are you from?” Ava asked.
“Village about a days ride away. I only deliver supplies. You want to stay clear unless you are looking for a fight. Course looking at you, perhaps you are looking for a fight.”
Ava nodded. “Thank you for the information sir. Safe travels.”
Ava continued to walk, her sword on her hip, the blade patting her bare thigh as she walked. Her dress usually caused her to stand out but the village she entered had many women dressed as she was, the barest clothes to not impeded battle.
She made her way to the middle of the village and saw a regal woman in a throne. Beside her sat the most beautiful girl Ava had ever seen.
Ava approached the woman in the throne and stood before her.
“Who have we here that so boldly stands beside the thrown of the Queen of the Amazons?”
“I am Ava your highness. I am but a simple warrior traveling lands and seeking out duels.”
The queen raised her eyebrows. “Mortal combat I presume?”
“Yes, Queen.”
“Where are your people?”
Ava looked her in the eyes. “Dead, your highness.”
“And those that slayed them?”
“Dead as well. Only I emerged.”
The Queen nodded and looked at Ava thoughtfully.
“How many foes have you faced?”
“Thirty, men and women your Highness.”
The Queen appeared impressed. “What do you think, my dear? You said you tire of recent challenges. Does this one seem like a suitable contestant in mortal combat?”
The girl to the Queens side looked her up and down and smirked a bit.
“She is pleasing on the eyes. It would be a pity to end her life, but she is a trophy. Could I keep her head if I choose mother?”
The Queen sighed. “I suppose but it is your responsibility to have it preserved and kept clean. If you keep a foe’s head you must show it the proper respect by keeping it clean. Very well. Ava from a dead race, this is my daughter Princess Eria. She will be killing you tomorrow at dawn. Prepare for your fight tonight and we will see you in the morning in this town square. If by some miracle you do make it past her then we can discuss your next fight. My little girl has been killing people since she was very young. She has never been so much as scratched. Pray to your gods tonight, pleasure yourself if you desire and rest well. We expect to see you do your best in the morning.”
Ava was so entranced with the Princess’s beauty that she had almost missed the way they had discussed her death as if it were a foregone conclusion. The Princess was no older than her and Ava suspected they had around the same number of kills.
Ava made for an inn and paid for a room. The night before a battle was always full of tension and she wasn’t sure if she only knew one way to get it out of her system. Unfortunately, despite being a village of only women, there did not appear to be any whores around so the task of giving herself an orgasm was left in her hands, in this case literally.
She had taken off her armor but still had her under shift on when there was a knock on the door. Figuring an assassin would not knock she carefully opened the door and was surprised to see the Princess there.
“Princess. I did not expect to see you until the morning on the field.”
“Please call me Eria.”
Ava nodded. “As you wish, Eria. You already know my name.”
“May I come inside?”
The Princess was in a leather shirt and leather corset, tied tightly, enhancing her already impressive breasts. Ava had never talked to an opponent before a fight and was fascinated by this new development. She stepped aside and allowed the Princess in.
Eria had a seat on her bed as if it were her own. Ava took the chair by the small desk and sat across from her.
“What brings you Princess?”
Eria stared at her for a moment.
“I merely wished to get to know the beautiful girl I plan to kill in the morning. I do not consider myself cold or indifferent. Every kill is personal to me. After all, our stories are now intertwined as are our fates. One of our stories will end in the morning. It won’t be mine. I mean no disrespect as I am certain you are a formidable warrior. Your fate was sealed however when you entered our kingdom.”
Ava held back the visible signs of the shiver she felt.
“I see. What would you like to know about me since you are so certain to end my life?” she asked.
Eria regarded her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her, making Ava feel even more exposed.
“What draws you to mortal combat?”
Ava was a bit surprised by the question but decided it was fair.
“I am the last survivor of my people. I should have died. War is all I have ever known since I was a young girl. I have no other skills. It was mortal combat or the brothel. I would rather die than be a whore. Besides, I am living on borrowed time.”
Eria looked at her with a gaze that seemed to peer into Ava’s soul.
“That is not your truth. Tell me your truth Ava.”
Ava hesitated.
“Perhaps I should start. There is no other feeling in the world more rapturous than taking a life. It excites my soul and body. I have had many orgasms running my sword through a body. I enjoy watching a beautiful female lying on the ground, clutching the blade of my sword as it pierces her belly, and she bleeds out around it. I particularly enjoy when they raise to their knees wounded and dip their heads, hoping I will slice off their heads and give them a swift death. There is no better feeling in the world.”
Ava did visibly shiver at her words this time as they hit so close to home.
“You understand.” Eria told her, recognizing the blissful look in her eyes.
Ava nodded. There was no feeling like killing another. Men gave her satisfaction, taking their cocks from them while they still lived. Strangely enough their cocks were often hard. Women though died much more sensually. There always came a point when they stopped fighting and accepted the blade like a lover. Ava had often pinned a woman to the ground with her sword and fingered her to orgasm as she died.
“Yes, I do.”
“But there is more to you. What is your truth, Ava?”
Ava took a breath, wondering if she should talk to this beautiful woman.
“I also fantasize about my own death. I have never found one who could defeat me and doubt I ever will, but if it were to happen, the idea of dying, of being helpless, pierced in a way no one has ever pierced me… I pleasure myself often to this idea. It allows me to fight with no fear. Win or lose. I get what I want. Perhaps you will be the one to fuck me with your blade as I meet the final orgasm, or perhaps I shall watch your beauty writhe under my sword. Either way it will be an unforgettable experience. That is what truly draws me to mortal combat.”
Eria smiled excitedly.
“It makes me happy to know I will give you what you want.”
“You have not won yet, Princess.”
Eria nodded. “Yes, I must wait a few more hours before claiming your life. There is another option for you.”
Ava was intrigued but doubted it would be anything in her favor.
“An option? Will you willingly fall on my sword, Princess?” she joked.
Eria grinned. “I was thinking something a bit more pleasurable for the both of us. Forfeit our match, become my slave and I will show you the wonders of submission. Wear my collar. When you are ready you have only to ask me and I will kill you on my sword, in any fashion you request.”
Ava was shocked by the offer and shocked that she briefly considered it. The idea of belonging to this beautiful princess was appealing and a planned death to give her what she wanted…but no.
“I am a warrior, Eria. I will die on the battlefield as a warrior, not as a slave. Perhaps I will not get my erotic death, but I will go to the other side with my head held high, even if I lose it in this life.”
Eria laughed. “Pride prevents you from enslavement. I thought as much. A shame. You would have made a good pleasure slave. I have searched for one but never found the one I preferred. I have never taken ownership of another and told myself I would only own one. I wish it were you. Is there anything I can offer to change your mind?”
Ava shook her head.
“Is there anything I can offer to change your mind, Princess? While the thought of you dying around my blade gives me such satisfaction just thinking about it, I believe beauty like yours should grace this world, not join it as dust. Forfeit the match, I will take my winnings and move on to my next opponent and victim.”
Eria laughed and to Ava’s shock leaned over and kissed her. Ava was stunned but then gave into the kiss.
“I shall see you in the morning at the end of my sword, beautiful Arva. I hope you don’t mind but the losers men and women have their heads on pikes around the tournament arena and their bodies thrown to our dogs. A shame what will happen to yours.”
Ava shuddered at the idea of her body being torn to bits.
“The dead do not care about such things. Will the same happen to yours should you lose?”
Eria nodded. “In the ring royalty does not exist.”
Eria left Ava alone.
TBC
