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This is one of my favorite stories from Kyle Carver's old Depiction of Death blog. He wrote the story, I edited and created the illustrations.
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I never expected to be attacked in the bath. It had been a long day of training, teaching the latest round of soldiers to be real warriors. The warm waters relaxed my sore, tired muscles and lulled me into a false security. One by one the others finished and headed out of the room The last of them was someone I thought I knew for I had seen him here often. I had noticed him watching me as I bathed, but I was used to that. Suddenly he was coming at me with his eyes wild and his sword slashing. I grabbed my sword and barely avoided getting run through. Stumbling into the water, I managed to cross the pool but with him close behind. I tried backing up the steps but fell backward against the wall. Only saved by the fact that he tripped on the same step.
I was able to drive my sword through his abdomen as he fell
I held him tight to my body as he struggled. I couldn't let him maneuver his sword to where he might stab me with it. His body was firm, strong, hot, wet and slippery. His body smelled sweaty and musky with that manly aroma of a strong body. He was aroused with bloodlust as I felt his surprisingly hard member jabbing into my groin.
"Just relax and let it happen." I whispered. "Death is sweet and full of honor for the warrior who dies at the hand of another warrior."
"Let me feel you die in my arms." I said, tightening my hold on him.
He seemed to relax a little as he accepted his fate.
"I die today, but soon you will follow." He whispered hoarsely.
"Perhaps," I answered, "but not at your hand." At that, I twisted my blade in his guts and drove it to the hilt out his back.
"Aaaaggghhhhhggh!"
His sword clattered to the floor and his powerful arms tightened their hold as they wrapped around me. They felt so good I could hardly stand it.
As he died I sensed the satisfying feel of his tense muscles quivering, his hard manhood pumping the last of his dying semen against my leg and softening, and the smell of his blood as it poured over my hand as it gushed out of the huge hole in his torso. His arms relaxed and dropped to his sides. His tense muscles melted and soon his whole body was limp. He died well. I watched his now serene face as he slipped backward. sliding down my blade into the water. His blood swirled in oddly beautiful patterns as the water swallowed his body from sight.
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