>>6706

It had been a long road to peace between our city-states, but it was finally over. The living proof was standing in my quarters, not that she’d be living that much longer.

As per the custom of her people, Alanna of the Amazons had been given to me as their peace offering. The two of us had represented our factions in combat-by-champion, seven duels across seven days. It had been a close call— Alanna was one of the strongest opponents I’d ever faced, but it was my victory.

The instant I closed the door behind her, it was like a switch had been flipped. Before, she had been the picture of a chivalric warrioress, confident and collected. But once the click of the lock echoed throughout the chambers, a wide, horny grin spread across her face.

The first thing to catch Alanna’s eye was the collection of heads on the other side of my room, each one carefully preserved in its own case. “Other tributes?”

“Some,” I said.

Alanna stepped over to the last display case— empty. She cast a mischievous look back at me, licked her soft lips, and traced her fingertips along the edge of the glass. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

“Here I was thinking you were the serious type. Devoted to the way of the sword, and all that.”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand. “We both know I’m not leaving this room with my head on my shoulders. I just want to have some fun before I end up in this box, you feel me?”

I started undoing her armor, letting it clatter carelessly to the floor, and stroking her now-uncovered body, running my hands up her from my hips to the side of her chest. “Oh, yeah, I feel you.”

A slutty grin. “Now, how about I devote the rest of my life to the way of your sword?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I shoved Alanna onto the table. She looked up at me with her jade-green eyes. There had been a steely determination in them, once, to fight for the best possible terms for her people. With her defeat, we’d gained all the concessions we’d wanted. Giving her life was supposed to be atonement for that shame, but there was no trace of it on her face— only wanton lust.

My dick was painfully hard. I spread Alanna’s muscular, meaty legs and stabbed her guts with my cockhead. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth. A short spray of virgin blood dribbled down her inner thighs. “Oh gods, yes! Use my body! My body is yours, and yours alone!”

I harder I fucked Alanna, the more I ravaged her, the more she squealed and squirmed beneath my weight, the more I felt a deep hunger overtake my body. I wanted her. I wanted all of her.

It began with her toned abdomen. I gripped her sides as leverage to impale her with greater force. Her oblique muscles rippled and shivered in my grasp. I squeezed her sides. Like a musical instrument, Alanna’s moans rose in pitch to match. She wrapped her legs around my hips, inviting me deeper.

I explored her breasts, aggressively sucking, squeezing, playing with her nipples, throwing in the occasional bite, losing myself in their perfect shape, their sweaty softness. I kissed her neck. It was muscular, just like the rest of her, but with Alanna rapidly melting to the heat of her lust, her neck felt so soft, so thin. I could’ve snapped it effortlessly if I wanted to.

But right this second, I wanted her alive. Her voice was rapidly approaching a fierce crescendo, as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body.

I grabbed a knife from the table and planted the tip just millimeters from her neck. “Beg for death.”

“Please,” Alanna moaned, “Please kill me. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this!”

A slight motion from my hand. The edge of the knife just barely pierced the side of her neck. Alanna squealed. A small gush of blood seeped out of the wound, pooling on the table at the base. “And what does a slut say when she gets what she wants?”

“T-Thank you! T-thank you for taking my head! Thank you for—” Alanna screamed. With each word, I sliced further and further into her, cutting through skin, muscle, and finally, into her esophagus. Her voice was soon reduced to just raspy, bloody gurgles, but with her orgasmic enthusiasm, her intent was plain as day.

I kissed her lips and invaded her mouth with my tongue, feeling her gurgled, stifled dying orgasmic screams.

My blade met resistance— her spine. As I began to saw, all of Alanna went well and truly haywire, thrashing, cumming, squeezing, squirting. Every electric signal in her soon-to-be corpse was aligned in the sole purpose of squeezing out every last drop of euphoria before her imminent death.

I cut further, and further. A snapping noise echoed throughout the room, and my blade was met with no further resistance, slicing right through the remainder of her neck. Her gasps fell silent, her body rode out its final climax before coming to a final rest, save the twitching of her pussy.

I pulled out of her slit. As my semen oozed out of her pussy, I retrieved her decapitated head. Alanna’s final expression, the look of shameless whore, was etched onto her face. She had been a fantastic sex doll, but I wasn’t satisfied. Thankfully, with the deal we’d cut with her people, many of her former friends, colleagues, and family were soon to join her.

My dick was still painfully hard, even after ravaging her, but the mere thought of it made my cock unbearably stiff. I impaled her head and began using it to jack off. It would do for now, but I couldn’t wait to add more to my collection.

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Name: Miya
Age: 22
Characteristics: A sexy older girl who gets jealous easily, and will do anything to make you choose her.
Setting: I’d like to request a sequel to the story in >>6690 , though anyone’s free to take it up if they’d like. Now it’s time for Miya and Vivian to compete over who gets to be your girlfriend (if any, that is!)