u sudnt come here

(CONTAINS GORE for those with a stab fetish)

Upon traveling further down the darkened ruins of the Dawnstar Sanctuary, you hear maddened mumbles arising from the bowels of the hide away. Your hands trembling in reaction to spotting the so-called traitor lying on the floor, weakened, fetal position and all.

What has become of the man that was taunting and testing you the moment you arrived at the entrance? All that talk, just to find the mortal half-dead already. Astrid clearly instructed you to take the fool’s life, but your heart said otherwise.

The jester coughed “Haha, you got me, I surrender”. His voice void of strength. “Tell Astrid I’m dead, tell her you strangled me with my own intestines!”. Your eyes widened in response to the request, your hands clammy; you couldn’t bring yourself to end the ginger-haired man.

Although dagger already in hand, you slowly retreated it back into your sheath. Without a second to spare he plunged up, his hand grasping yours. “Ah-ah-ahhh” he said, impatiently. “You still have a job to do, friend.” Raising your knife to his belly, he snickered; you couldn’t process what was unfolding.

The blade dragged across his flesh, slowly, him gracing his own skin. “A-ah…” his amber eyes beamed up at you, fool drooling at the touch, as the blade slid deeper into his body. He began to pant, using his free hand at a leisurely pace to expose himself to you. His skin was pale and pink with the irritated wound, a beautiful sight indeed. His moaning became more apparent once you gained back control of the knife, still kissing his figure. Coughing piddles of blood, his groans echoed the corridor. You bit your lip with every dance your blade created on his canvas. Cicero finally collapsed onto the ground once more, his legs slightly spread with a gentle wet patch upon his foreign.

got around to "finishing" this one...decided not to line and color after all ^_^

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