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Here they are, at my place. Water pumps from a hose in Sara's hands splashing all over them. Girly laughter is heard far away. Yuki's face turns red as she covers her chest peeping through her wet one-piece. Frolicking like children, oblivious to everything.

Yesterday girls said that they're ditching me. Of course I've seen it coming with all their lovey-doveying and ghosting me while hanging out with each other. But that's exactly what made it cut so deep. And they had guts to say "but we can stay friends". It was nice knowing you, Yuki and Sara, but you can't toy with me like that.

"Hey! You're not mad, are you?" Sara landed in a couch next yo me.

"Not at all." I lied. "Where is Yuki?"

"Sunbathing." Sara unambiguously rested her hand on my belt. "Do you mind?"

"I thought we're just friends."

"Well…with benefits. Don't worry, I'll make it quick."

With those words, my belt was undone, and my dick went straight into Sara's mouth. It reminded me how they used to share my cock between them, and when I'm done, they exchanged my cum in a messy and slutty kiss. Soon enough Sara shoved her one-piece to the side and mounted my dick, turning her back at me. She moved up and down claping her butt on my thighs, making round motions from time to time. Reveling in her lust and fleeting pleasure, she was completely unaware. This is the time, I thought.

"You know, I almost feel bad." I said.

"About what?" Sara asked.

When my hands carefully grabbed top and bottom of her head she seemingly realised in what danger she is. I wish I had to see her face change as her hands rushed to push off mine. Her neck snapped with a loud crack. Body thrashed in a convulsions still riding my dick, pussy it even tighter. Her face now looked at me, quickly loosing it's spark of life. My heart raced. I slammed numb body onto the table and continued to enjoy my work. Her face usually would've had a big joyful smile, loudly anouncing her pleasure with screams and moans, but now there was only grimace of fear staring at me. I almost expected her to cum too when I filled her corpse up, but obviously, she could not.

***

"Yuki!" I called her. "Can you help me here?"

"I'm here! I'm coming!" A couple of more shouts finally made her to respond. Yuki walked in. "I'm here. What did you…"

Her words were cut off when her eyes caught sight of a body lying on a table - her dead girlfriend. Yuki stood there processing what she sees. A scream brewed in her, but my hands pressed her mouth, hushing it. She tried to break out. Sratching and kicking, trying to bite, all useless. I held her until she had no more strength to resist.

Yuki moaned something in my hand. Ignoring it, I dumped her next to her girlfriend and ripped her swinsuit off. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She huddled, covering herself. Yuki used to cover herself when we fucked, blushing from embarressment. Holding her by her hair, I shoved her face between Sara's legs.

"Clean it." I ordered. "You used to be good at it, don't you?"

She squinted and hesitantly licked my semen from her girlfriend's slit. Fear and dusgust mixed on her face. With a delight I watching her eating out Sara's dead cunt, like a grimm refrection of our past nights together. This spectacle quite aroused me, and so I joined it inserting my member in Yuki's tight asshole. She begged to stop this, but I only pushed her face deeper in Sara's crotch. This spectacle was like a grim caricature of our past nights together. Instead of lustful moans and embarressed blush there was sobs and tears. When I came, Yuki was inert. She didn't even resisted when I driven a knife in her throat and ripped it open letting a bloody fountain out. Now they both lay down side by side, lifeless. I guess after I take care of the bodies it's time to seek a new girlfriend.
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Name: Sibylla
Age: 20 in elven years
Personality: sadistic-masochistic fightslut, sex and battle foe here means the same
Appearance: as seen
Apparel: as seen
Consent: yes to both, but will still resist
Type of death: ritual battle
Setting: Dark elves hold a ceremony to praise the gods of war involving a series of sacrificial duels. Participants trained to get sexual pleasure in fight. Taking a life or being killed yourself regarded as greatest pleasure obtainable. Already bathed in blood of several participants, Sibylla will meet her end at one of those duels.