Chapter 5: Resolution
"Your panties are soaking wet, bitch", Nancy said. "Does the prospect of killing me really arouse you?"
"Yes", Beatrice snarled, her voice revealing pain and anger. Nancy could feel the heat of Beatrice's breath on her neck, the raggedness of her breathing sending a shiver down her spine. "Yes, It does. I want to feel your life slip away as I fuck you. I want to hear you beg for mercy before I end you."
"Fuck, you are a sick bitch", Nancy whispered with a trembling voice. "Let's end this fight, Beatrice. " Nancy panted, her sword still pressed against Beatrice's neck. "Let's fuck right here, right now. Winner takes all. If you can't beat me in bed, you'll let me live."
Beatrice chuckled, a dark, sultry sound that sent shivers down Nancy's spine. "You're a bold one, counselor. I like that. But be careful what you wish for." She reached up, her fingers tangling in Nancy's hair as she pulled her down for a hard, fierce kiss.
Nancy moaned, her body pressed against Beatrice's, their breasts squashed together. She could feel Beatrice's heart racing, matching her own. She knew she was playing with fire, but so was Beatrice. She wanted to feel Beatrice, to taste her for one last moment. She wanted to win, to prove that she was stronger, better.
Nancy broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Beatrice's neck, her teeth nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. Beatrice gasped, her head falling back against the wall. Nancy's left hand was everywhere, her fingers pinching and pulling at Beatrice's nipples, her nails digging into her flesh. Nancy felt Beatrice starting to lose focus and that was her moment to strike. She suddenly took a step back and slammed the blade of her sword into Beatrice's solar plexus, piercing through the flesh with a sickening squelch. Beatrice cried out in pain and surprise, her eyes widening as she looked down at the blade protruding from her belly.
"You fucking bitch!" she snarled, with wavering voice. Her legs got limp and could no longer support her. She collapsed until she lay stretched out on her back on the ground, with Nancy's sword sticking out perpendicular to her body.
Blood poured from the wound, pooling underneath her, turning the wooden floor red. Nancy stood over her, her chest heaving, still holding the handle of her sword. She looked down at the woman who had once been her sworn enemy, now defeated and broken.
"You fucking lost, Beatrice," Nancy panted. "You're nothing but a pathetic, bleeding mess."
Beatrice looked up at her, her eyes filled with hatred and defiance. "You cheated," she spat. "You're nothing but a fucking cheat."
Nancy shrugged.
"Maybe I did cheat, Beatrice. But you see, I never agreed to play by your fucking rules. I play to win, and I'll do whatever it takes to come out on top."
Beatrice's eyes narrowed, filled with disgust and disbelief. "You're a cheat and a liar, Nancy. Just like a lawyer."
Nancy chuckled, a harsh, bitter sound. "And you're a pathetic little bitch who can't handle losing.
Now, lie there and bleed," Nancy said. She turned her back on Beatrice, leaving her to die alone in a pool of her own blood. Beatrice reached out a hand, her fingers grasping for Nancy's ankle, but Nancy kicked her off with a sneer.
"Please, Nancy," Beatrice pleaded, her voice weak and desperate. "Don't leave me like this. I'm begging you."
Nancy turned back, a cruel smile on her face. "Begging? You like that, don't you, bitch? Well, tell me, what do you want me to do? Beg for it, evil slut". Nancy said. "Shall I come all over your face, you pathetic piece of shit!".
She spat on Beatrice's face, the saliva mixing with the blood and tears. Beatrice flinched, her body writhing in pain and humiliation.
"Say it, bitch," Nancy demanded.
"Kill me", Beatrice said, with a steely gaze that froze Nancy's heart. "Kill me and watch yourself: seeing me die at the final blow will turn you on. Maybe you'll even cum, you dirty slut. "
Nancy, indeed, felt aroused.
She drew the sword out of Beatrice's belly, knelt at her feet and looked straitht into Beatrice's crotch. Het cuntlips were wide open, almost invitingly open, dripping with the juices of her arousal.
Nancy could see the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs, and the sight sent a jolt of desire straight to her own pussy. She hadn't been this turned on in a long time, and she was determined to take full advantage of the opportunity.
Nancy reached down and pulled Beatrice's panties off, tossing them aside, leaving her completely exposed. She could see the clit, swollen and begging for attention, and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of Beatrice's slit, tasting her for the first time.