Maybe I should to try and make it into a bigger story later…

Two armies faced each other, waiting a signal. Hilda stood in close formation with other amazons. Sword , shield and nothing from clothes, leaving her fit tan body unprotected. Only blue pattern on a skin to distinguish friend from foe. Looking at the opposite side she crossed eyes with another amazon. No words were said, but they both understood what that ment.

When horn sang it's song, armies charged towards each other. Battlecries of amazons combined into a deafening roar. Arrowes whistled over the head. Hylda raised a shield and felt a few arrows bump into it. Some of the allies fell, struck by the arrows. Hylda's enemy aimed her greeting strike, but Hylda was first. Sword dug deep into amazon's chest. Her eyes bulged from pain and body joined the fallen. Hylda's first blood was claimed. Two armies clashed.

Blood boiled from a rush of bloodlust, striving to burst out of veins. Every kill was like thrust in the utherus heating up wildfire in stomach. Amazons threw themselves on spears without fear; they hacked and slashed each other, plunging swords into each other's naked chest, wrestled, bathed in blood, cheered when they managed to impale a vagina with their sword.

Battle ended for Hylda when she got punished for her recklessness. Slashed open stomach sent her to highest heaven, so it was only fair to show respect and reward her killer with stab through uterus. The was no meaning in battle - it just felt that good. Pleasure was truely orgasmic.