end of the blade

Orion stood not a chance. Princess Najibah, her long lean limb licking out like the serpent's tongue, catches the barbarian's attack, the small tight muscles of her back contracting as she draws back her sword arm. For a moment they are locked, the royal warrioress sensing victory...the hulking warrior realizing his fate.
She trusts with all her might, the gladius, taken from a previous victim, now put to work on her current foe. The sharpened tip penetrates Orion's hardened leather but slightly, catching for a moment in the tough fibers. But with a throaty groan Najibah pivots her hips and drives again through her back and arms, shoving the blade through the male's protective garment.
The journey of the sharpen steel seems endless, tearing through Orion's thick trunk, his gurgles of agony mingling with the Princess' gleeful laughter.
The gladius' point burst through the warrior's back, peppering the leaves and grass about his calves and heels with crimson dew.
He weezes heavily, Najibah pressing her lean body to his. In desperation he grips at her, feeling the heavy pulse of her heart, smelling the sweet aroma of recently consumed papaya on her breath as she whispers for him to watch her.
And he does. Her beauty filling his senses as life slowly fades from his penetrated body.
Orion slips to kneel at the Princess' feet, her toes playing in the blood soaked blades of grass as she twist the gladius a final time.
The barbarian arches heavily in pain, offering his soul up to the air as coos of glee slip past Najibah's curling lips and gleaming teeth. And with that the warrior Orion is no more...