Straightening Out

Ploddingly, Mircea took two steps to point the tip of her sword at Marilis's throat. The flock of people whistled and clapped, celebrating her accomplishment. 

"Saints, this was more boring than I thought." She tilted her head as she gazed at Marilis who was staring at her in horror. This had been more satisfying than an orgasm, Mircea mused inside of her brain. Thank all the good heavens that were there for this. 

"Um…" Marilis croaked. 

"Yes?" Mircea still held her sword at her opponent's throat. 

"You should let her go." A voice called from behind. Mircea snapped her head to look at her mate who was traipsing through the separated crowd. 

From her peripheral vision, Mircea saw Este walk up to her, she ducked under her arm which held the sword and threw her arms around Mircea. "I am so proud of you." She said as she squeezed the life out of Mircea.