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Gertrude's Frail Heart

As the fight went on the princess staggered back, her sword slipping from trembling fingers momentarily. Eluna saw the moment of weakness—hesitation flashing in Gertrude’s pale blue eyes—and lunged.

With a feral growl, she seized the edges of Gertrude’s cuirass, fingers digging into the tarnished metal. The straps resisted, but years of battle-hardened strength surged through Eluna’s arms. She yanked with everything she had. Screws screeched, leather tore, and the armor peeled away like brittle bark from a tree. It hit the dirt with a dull thud.

The sight stopped Eluna cold for a heartbeat.

Beneath the thin layer of fabric clinging to Gertrude’s heaving torso, her chest quaked violently. Eluna’s dark eyes locked onto it—a vigorous and obscene rhythm that nearly hypnotized her. The massive heart beneath Gertrude’s sternum slammed upward with each beat, pushing against her chest unnaturally. Every thudding pulse looked like it might tear her apart.

"Your power...," Eluna spat under her breath, though her voice wavered slightly. She shook off the unease and stepped forward, fists clenching.

Eluna wasn’t going to be drawn in. Far too many have met their fate at the hands of the boundless fighter.

"Get up, Princess," Eluna snarled, towering over Gertrude. "Show me how strong you really are." But Gertrude could only gasp, clutching at her exposed chest, her slender frame quivering under the strain. The sight of her so vulnerable stoked a deep satisfaction of a predator cornering its prey.

"Fine," Eluna growled. "I'll make you stand."

Energetic as she may be, a strike to the heart would surely wind anyone, even the mightiest of them. Eluna drew her fist back and drove it forward with brutal precision. Her knuckles collided directly over Gertrude's heart, sinking into the soft cartilage of her sternum and the bloated meat of her heart. Gertrude’s mouth opened in a silent cry, blood flecking her lips as her ventricles bulged visibly beneath her skin, caught mid-diastole, engorged and defenseless.

“Oh god! no!” Gertrude wheezed.

"Again," Eluna hissed.

Another punch, harder this time. The sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed between them. A faint spray of crimson trickled from Gertrude's nostrils, sliding down her pale upper lip. Her ribs offered no resistance; they folded inward ever so slightly, bending under the weight of Eluna’s unrelenting blows. The princess's body jerked with every hit, her knees wobbling as if about to buckle.

"That's right. Taste your mortality," Eluna muttered, her voice low and vicious. The vascular mass was trembling against the trauma, visibly pressing outward with each desperate surge of life.

"Doesn't feel so noble, does it?" Eluna sneered, winding up for another strike.

Gertrude managed a whimpering protest. “No more! You can’t imagine how much that hurts.”

“That’s my heart you’re punching… my HEART!...what did you think- ” Gertrude huffed out in frustration. Her eyes went vacant and she staggered backward, her body folding in on itself. Her arms crossed over her chest as though she could shield the fragile, trembling organ within. Each breath came shallow and wet, rattling through her throat. Blood streamed from her nose, a thin line of red trailing down to her lips where it mingled with spit.

"Stay down," Eluna growled, her voice sharp, merciless. But there was no need for commands; Gertrude had already crumpled to the ground, clutching at her chest. Her golden hair stuck to the sweat on her pale face, her blue eyes wide but unfocused, glassy with pain. The princess let out a pitiful whimper—a sound so small it barely escaped her lips—before curling herself into a tight ball. Her hands pressed against her sternum as if holding her heart together, nursing it, her body shivering violently with every erratic pulse.

"You can quit your façade, and fight me without mind games, you coward" Eluna spat, raising her boot. Without hesitation, she drove it into Gertrude’s side, sending the girl rolling onto her back. The impact forced a strangled cry from her, her arms flailing briefly before snapping back to cover her chest. Tears streamed from Gertrude's eyes now, her lips quivered as she gasped for air, her cries soft and broken.

"You're not even trying," Eluna snarled, stepping closer, her shadow falling over the defeated princess. Gertrude tried to scoot away, dragging her trembling frame across the dirt, but her strength failed her. Her hands remained locked over her chest, desperate to protect herself, driven by instinct.

"Enough of this." Eluna knelt swiftly, her hand shooting forward. She shoved Gertrude’s frail arms aside with ease, her palm pressing firmly against the other woman’s chest. Immediately, she felt the frantic, uneven rhythm of the punished heart beneath her touch. It recoiled under her hand, the swollen muscle spasming weakly as though trying—and failing—to resist her.

"Stop squirming," Eluna snapped, her tone more annoyed than angry, as if she was anticipating some great stall and recovery. Gertrude’s hands fluttered against Eluna's wrist, feebly attempting to push her away, but the effort was laughable. The once-proud warrior princess was utterly powerless now, her body betraying her with its fragility.

"Really, are you that weak?," Eluna muttered, leaning in closer. Beneath her palm, she could feel the plump ventricles distended and sluggish, their usual strength sapped by trauma. Each beat came slower, weaker, as though the organ itself were giving up.

As things rapidly got worse for Gertrude, Eluna had no choice but to realize Gertrude wouldn't get up. "I'm only doing this to spare my pride, you brat," Eluna said as she adjusted the pressure of her hand, her fingers splaying slightly to better feel the fragile movement beneath. Gertrude whimpered again, her tear-streaked face twisting with humiliation and pain. Her chest rose shakily under Eluna's palm, her ribs shifting ever so slightly as the distressed heart inside reduced to wobbling.

"Stop squirming, you look ridiculous, it's embarrassing" Eluna spat, smacking delicate hands away with a flick of her forearm. She pressed her palm harder against Gertrude's chest, feeling the soft cartilage of her ribs give slightly under the force. Beneath them, the heart struggled then stilled beneath the pressure of her hands as she forced blood through its valves and into Gertrude's needy body.

Eluna was annoyed, but there was something else there too—something begrudgingly attentive as her fingers adjusted their grip against the fragile framework of Gertrude’s chest. The sensation beneath her hand was disturbingly intimate—the meaty chambers of Gertrude’s heart distending in confused resistance and collapsing obediently at her whims, twitching weakly as they filled with blood.

"Come on," Eluna growled under her breath, her voice low and commanding.

Gertrude let out a whimper, overwhelmed and uncomfortable as palms shoved into her chest and made the veins in her neck distend from the harsh unnatural pressure. her head lolling to the side to hide her gritted teeth as fresh tears dripped from her lashes. Her arms fluttered again, trying to push Eluna off, but they were so frail that Eluna’s frustration deepened.

"Would you stop?" Eluna snapped, shoving the princess’s weak hands aside again. "You’re just making this harder for both of us." She pressed harder this time, flattening her palm against the plaint muscle with enough force to elicit a sudden gasp from Gertrude. The heart jumped beneath her touch, a fragile spasm that seemed almost startled by the pressure.

"See? That’s better," Eluna said sharply, though her tone had softened just a fraction. She could feel the faintest hint of improvement in the rhythm—still erratic, but more aggressive. The organ’s tremors were more deliberate now, beginning to obey the guidance of her hands.

"Embarrassing, isn’t it?" Eluna continued, her voice dripping with derision as she glanced down at Gertrude’s tear-streaked face. "Needing your enemy to keep you alive. You’re supposed to be this fearsome warrior, aren’t you? Is your secret weapon really such a big weakness?" She scoffed, shaking her head.

But as she worked, pressing her palm firmly into the plump, struggling organ, Eluna’s scorn began to waver. There was something unsettling about the way Gertrude looked up at her—wide-eyed and vulnerable, her blue gaze clouded with humiliation and pain. The once-proud princess, who had struck terror in her moments ago, now lay utterly exposed beneath her.

"God, you’re fragile," Eluna muttered, though the words lacked their earlier annoyance. Her cadence shifted slightly, adjusting to better match the rhythm as the heart stabilized. The meaty ventricles pushed back faintly against her palm, regaining strength in hesitant beats. Still, the vulnerability of it all tugged at something deep within her—a reluctant instinct to protect the pitiful creature beneath her.

"Don’t make me regret this," Eluna said gruffly, though her hands never faltered as they continued their work. As she explored the organ’s motions and guided its recovery, there was no denying the woman’s helplessness.

Gertrude’s chest heaved weakly beneath Eluna’s hand, her breathing shallow and uneven as the steady rhythm of her heart began to return under Eluna's care. The soft thud of the engorged chambers—hesitant, wobbly, but undeniably alive—pulsed against her palm, its warmth radiating through Gertrude’s trembling frame.

"Finally," Eluna muttered under her breath. She leaned back slightly, rolling her stiff shoulders, yet her hand remained pressed firm against the princess's ribs, unwilling to risk letting go just yet. Sweat glistened on Gertrude’s pale skin, her blonde hair clinging in damp strands to her forehead. Her blue eyes fluttered open, glassy with tears, and locked onto Eluna’s face.

"Don’t look at me like that," Eluna growled.

But Gertrude didn’t stop. Her frailty was unbearable.

"Ugh, you’re hopeless," Eluna said, exasperation bubbling up as she shifted her position slightly, still straddling the defeated princess. Her free hand hesitated, then moved to cup the side of Gertrude’s face firmly enough to silence the pitiful sound escaping her lips. "Stop crying. You’re supposed to be a fighter!"

"Are you…going to kill me?" Gertrude finally managed to whisper, her gaze darting away as if even asking the question was an admission of failure.

Eluna looked into Gertrude's pitiful blue eyes. "Kill you? do you want this to be how your legend ends? I'm embarrassed just looking at you." She leaned closer, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied the woman beneath her, one brow quirking upward in mock amusement. "No, I’ve got a better idea. I think I’ll keep you. You're more like an injured puppy than a fighter."

Gertrude’s lips parted, a mix of indignation and confusion flickering across her tear-streaked face. But before she could muster any kind of response, she started to cry uncontrollably. She turned her head slightly into Eluna’s palm, her pride crumbling further with every broken breath.

"Great," Eluna muttered, rolling her eyes as Gertrude dissolved into tears again. "Just great." She adjusted her grip, sliding her arm under Gertrude’s shoulders and pulling her upright. The princess collapsed against her without resistance, her head resting awkwardly against Eluna’s collarbone.

"Whatever, just let it all out," Eluna snapped, though her hold on Gertrude tightened instinctively.

Gertrude’s breathing slowed, her body going limp against Eluna’s as exhaustion overtook her. The princess nuzzled unconsciously into Eluna’s shoulder; her eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed her.

"You're going to pay dearly for this," Eluna sighed, glaring down at the slumbering woman in her arms. For a fleeting moment, she considered simply dumping her onto the cold ground and walking away. But her arms refused to loosen their hold, and instead, the night's cold air prompted her to press Gertrude's body close to keep her warm.

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