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There was a final flash of movement and then I was crouched low before the mage, my right hand pressing fingertips to the earth before me for balance, my spear held behind me along my arm, blood dripping from the very tip, though that cut had been made minutes ago. The long eared woman that I had been fighting toppled to the earth with a heavy groan of pain, her staff slipping from her fingers. I smiled and stood up straight, my tongue running softly over my blood stained, smiling lips as I moved nearer my opponent.

“I didn't think that I had hit you that hard.” I said, stepping over to Myuria and softly kicking her stomach where I had struck her with the butt of my spear, causing her to whimper and roll in an attempt to protect herself. I lifted my spear to kill her, she and her party had invaded the city that I was sworn to protect, I really should have killed her then. But my eyes were drawn to her body. She certainly made no effort to hide her attractiveness, not even to protect herself. My mind flashed back to that night. Cordelia. I licked my lips again, then casually kicked away her staff,

I slammed the head of my spear into the street just beside her head, cutting a shallow wound into her long right ear. She looked up then, seeming surprised to be alive, and more surprised to see me kneeling over her chest, one leg on either side of her head, knees pinning her arms to the ground. “I think...” I whispered to her softly, leaning close to her face, the fingertips of my now empty left hand drawing across her cheek. “That I shall take more than your life in revenge for attacking my city.” I chuckled more darkly than I had thought myself capable as I saw her expression turn from one of confusion to understanding, then to terror.

“But-but you are a-” I covered her mouth with my formerly gentle hand, roughly pressing her head back against the stones that paved the streets as I snarled playfully.

“If you think that I cannot rape you because I am a woman, I greatly underestimated Elvish upbringing.” I said through clenched teeth, anticipating the sensations and colours to follow. “Now, I need to be able to easily navigate your body without you fighting me every inch of the way. Unfortunately...” I sighed in mock distress. “We have no rope handy. Oh well, I can make do with this.” I said, drawing one of my side-knives and slamming it through her palm, pinning her to the ground beneath. She screamed into my hand, shaking her head against the pain, tears rolling from between her eyelids.

Once she was held properly in place, I pulled away from her. After a moments consideration I decided to begin with the clothes. Since I realized that she would not be requiring them anymore, I simply used my third knife to cut them away. All the while, Myuria whimpered and cried, begged and pleaded. I found that her begging for mercy was no less exciting than Cordellia's begging for death those months before. I smiled and continued cutting.

Once my prey was nude before me I looked upon her with lustful eyes that caused her to sob quietly, knowing that nothing could be done to make me stop. I smiled widely at a thought and began to remove my own lower clothing, just enough to give me access to my sex. Then, twirling the knife with one hand, and stimulating myself slowly with the other, I circled the girl.

“You are going to die here.” I uttered, not in a cruel or even Malicious manner. I simply spoke as in the stating of a fact, as though it were just dawning on me as well. “You are going to die here, for my pleasure.” This brought a smile to my face. What power to have. I had killed before, many, many times. But this was different, even different than Cordellia. She had given herself to me. This one though... This one I was Taking. I owned her.

A flutter moved through my body at the revelation and I moaned, arching my back and moving my fingers faster against myself. Suddenly, I knelt between her legs, stretching one of mine out beneath her so that we were in position for scissoring. But, instead of pressing my sex to hers, I pushed the handle of my remaining knife into my own body, moaning heavily at the sensation of the rough leather wrapped handle as it scraped against my inner walls. Then I moved forward, forcing the blade into her pussy, causing her to scream.

For the next... Fuck, I do not know how long I went at her. But I came again, and again, and again. By the time that I pulled the knife from the both of us, she was no longer screaming. Blood and juices were pooled below us. She was still bucking in pain, her pussy mutilated horribly.

I smiled, sliding the knife back into its sheath before leaning forth and licking the shredded folds that twitched between her legs. The taste of her blood, the taste of her rent flesh, they exploded across my tongue and I licked again, then again before I bit into her, drawing a whimpering cry as I tore away her most intimate parts with my teeth, devouring her.

Finally, I wiped my mouth of blood and crawled up her body to look her again in the eyes. I smiled down at her, she knew it was time. I kissed her softly, passionately, as a lover would. Then I lifted my spear from where it yet rested beside her head. She looked upon me with fear and began pleading once more to be spared, making promises, threats, rationality that made no sense but to her fear addled mind. It was exhilarating. I slowly pushed the head of my spear through her stomach, my eyes never far from hers as the metal blade moved up her body, into her chest until it shredded her lungs and pierced her heart. Her body seized and she let out a gurgling cry. Then fell still, her eyes slowly shifting from fear, to death, a familiar grey film covering them as they stared at me, but not at me.

This time I took the entire body. She would be well preserved with my magics, and make an interesting toy until I could find a new one to replace her.

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I am going to be leaving the story alone as there are still several girls left yet to die here, and I would hate for them to be deprived of it for longer still