Posted by Moore on April 22, 2004 at 15:56:13:
My lovers finish preparing me for the battle. "Fight well, Princess Venus," my favorite lover coos. I am oiled. My razor sharp sword glints coldly in the sun, eager to bury itself in warm flesh. We stride to the battlefield. A stretch of beach near the river will be the site of my battle. Like my namesake, the Goddess Venus, I have a connection to the water. While she was born from it, I am prophesied to die in it.
Three amazons from the Wanda tribe wait for me at the beach. The tallest is blonde, well muscled, older, with faint white scars on her arms from a lifetime of battles. She has a large scar on her left knee, from an arrow or sword wound I do not know. A curvy black haired amazon stomps in front of her aggressively. The brunette has wild blue eyes and a fierce demeanor. The third enemy amazon stands to the side. She has black hair as well, long but braided back so not to get in her eyes.
Was I to fight them one at a time? I do not know. The three of them together hardly look like a challenge for a Princess such as myself. I taunt them, and bid them to come forward and do battle, all three of them at once.
The wild eyed brunette responds immediately. She charges me, her sword help high. Although I easily block her swing, she continues her rush and gets behind me. The other brunette stalks me, and heads to my left to flank me. The blonde moves stiffly, unable to bend her leg when she walks.
I need to gain control of the battle quickly. I backpedal quickly to the cries of disappointment from the crowd. The blonde can not follow as fast, and falls behind, and I now have only an opponent behind me and one to the side. The crowd's yells tell me when the wild brunette charges again. I spin as she runs at me, her sword held in both hands over her head. I sidestep easily, and slice my heavy steel blade deep into her unguarded gut.
She stops in shock. The crowd mutters, then cheer as they see blood. The wild eyed brunette drops her sword. "This is not really happening, this can't be happening," she groans as she tries to hold her entrails in.
I am already dashing over to the other brunette, positioning her between the blonde and myself to block the blonde's advance. The brunette and I exchange inconclusive sword blows for a few moments, testing each other. Blood flicks off my sword, sparkling in the sunlight.
The blond has nearly worked herself around the brunette when I see my opening. Instead of striking another all too quick mortal blow, I hit the brunette with the pommel of my sword on her head, knock her out cold. The blonde' sword licks at me as the brunette falls over, but I block it at the last second.
The blonde is larger and stronger then I am. She beats me back with a series of blows while she slowly but steadily advances. I am sweating, breathing heavily, enjoying the savage and exciting combat. Part of me hopes she will force me into the water. She nicks my arm with a quick thrust as I am distracted. "Well done," I say.
The exchange of blows has revealed to me her weakness. While my opponent can not walk quickly forward, her lateral movement is almost nil. I leap to the side, and I am proven correct when she awkwardly pivots around to face me. I have her and she knows it. My foe launches a furious series of blows. I block them, laughing.
"I have you now. Surrender and I shall give you some pleasure to take away the sting out of your death," I purr to her.
The blonde saves her breath for her attack. I move quickly to the side, toying with her. Then I lunge forward before she can turn completely, driving my sword deep into her side, just above her hip. My opponent screams; music to my ears.
The blonde drops her sword. She clutches at my blade as it remains in her flesh, cutting her hands in her efforts to remove it. "I wanted to die at the blade of a Princess, and not live as a cripple," my amazon foe whispers.
"You fought well. You deserve to die on your feet, in battle," I say. I draw my sword from her, getting the blonde to scream delightfully again. How her screams arouse me! I put the tip of my bloody sword to her ribs and give her a smile. I see movement from the brunette I had knocked out, so I can not tarry long.
"Good-bye. Die knowing your obituary will say you were killed by the famous warrior, Princess Venus!" I push the sword into her. It tears her heart, splitting it, giving her a honorable warrior's death.
A glance reveals the wild brunette is dead; blood pooled around her, but the other brunette is standing, and shaking her head to clear it. I am glad there will be more combat. My bloodlust is up and not satisfied yet!
I stalk the last Wanda amazon. She is no match for me alone. I see the fear in her eyes.
"Surrender wench, you don't have a chance. Your death will be far more pleasurable."
"No," the brunette screams. She swings her sword furiously, wildly. I easily block it, flinging her sword back and leaving her wide open. These Wanda amazons are not a challenge. I plant my sword point down in the sand to make things more interesting.
My foe watches me warily, expecting a trick. I leap forward, weaponless. She tries to bring her sword around, but I am too quick and bang into her. I am toe to toe with the brunette, too much in her space for her to use her sword. I grin at the amazon as we pant in each other's faces. Our breasts almost touch as we gulp in air. I want to kiss her, but she spits in my face.
I grab her wrists, and we begin wrestling for the sword. I jerk her around angrily, cartwheeling her off her feet, but she refuses to release her sword. We start an odd dance as the brunette launches kicks at my instep, then at my knees. "Put your leg between mine and play nice," I tease her.
My foe continues to struggle. I sweep my opponent and her sword finally falls from her hands as we hit the ground. The brunette tries to roll on top of me. I let her, and wrap my hands around her throat. The Wanda amazon gurgles delightfully, and puts her hands on my throat, squeezing hard.
For a few moments we regard each other, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. I lean up to kiss her, but she nips at me. I writhe underneath her, enjoying the final act of our combat. Her face is turning red; I got a much deeper breath of air.
I briefly consider releasing her neck, and using my hands to caress the two of us. I decide not to. The brunette hasn't earned it, and my lovers will satisfy my desires as soon as I kill this uncooperative bitch.
The brunette desperately tries to head butt my nose. She would DARE strike at Princess Venus's face? I am enraged now. I crush her throat as she coughs and bucks widely. I am so angry I barely notice the grisly sounds my defeated foe makes in her death throes.
I roll her off me as the crowd cheers. My lovers surround me, and tend my wound. As I enjoy their attentions, I watch the rest of the preliminary fights. I crave a true test of my skill, and await my next fight with an equal, a fellow Princess!