Nephrite relished the feeling of steel on flesh. It was so . . . satisfying. The truly enjoyable moment, however, was when the sword entered the body, the slight resistance before the moment of penetration into the soft tissue.
He allowed his weight to fully push the sword into and through his victim. The body fell against him in a helpless gasp and what probably was a sob. Nephrite let the body rest for a moment, before giving the sword a sharp, abrupt twist, feeling the body jerk compulsively as blood flowed over his hand.
Nephrite withdrew his sword, smiling with satiation at the parallels between killing and sex.
Speaking of which . . .
He looked down at the Lunarian maid he had just pierced.
Pity. She was pretty. Young too.
'Ah, well.'
He would have his fill when Endymion was seeing straight again. When they had cut down the Moon Kingdom and brought Endymion to his senses, all would be well. Beryl and Endymion would marry; Metallia would provide; the Moon Kingdom would no longer mock them.
The Moon Kingdom wouldn't exist to mock them.
It all made so much sense. Nephrite wondered why it had taken so long for them so see.
Nephrite waved an order to his troops. He glanced down at his crumpled victim, again feeling that is was such a waste.
'I hope you felt that, moon whore.'
Taking his sword with his other hand, Nephrite glanced at his bloodied one. Not knowing what possessed him and feeling slightly hypnotized, he brought his hand up, rubbing his finger pads together. Curiously, he licked his index finger.
It was thick. And red.
And delicious.
Licking his lips hungrily, Nephrite grasped his sword with his dominant hand once more, renewed, and wondered if senshi bled so good.
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