Here's something slightly different for the next one. (On an unrelated note, I hope someone does an interesting Killer request, I kinda want to try writing that)

K/V: Victim
Name: Lillith
Age: millennia
Characteristics: See picture for appearance. Naming herself after the Queen of Night, this ancient daemoness has been prowling the night and seducing mortals to drain their lifeforce for untold years.
Setting: For mortals to even be able to hurt her, she must have been weakened and trapped by a magic circle or holy place (or you could be a powerful angel, but those are forbidden from raping her or anything of the sort, lest they fall from grace and lose their powers).

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“Hey, what are you doing in my house?” Shit, she wasn't supposed to be home right now. My intel was dodgy; then again, not like that never happened before, that's what I get for not double-checking everything. I would've liked to leave her alive, she has a pretty face; but my client was quite specific and said they'd pay for wetwork if they have to.

Instead of turning around, I raise my hands to the sides as I slowly back away from the PC – and closer to the woman standing behind me. “I-I'll call the police.”

“Listen, we can talk about this. There is no need to get the cops involved, nor anyone to get hurt.” She really should not be listening to me, but I shouldn't have been caught by her either; funny how two wrongs make a right sometimes.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” I can hear she's right behind me now. Bad move.

“Alright, alright. I was sent here-” Cutting myself off, I make a step backwards, sweeping my foot against her leg as I spin around, smashing the back of my hand against my target's cheek with full force. The impact makes the brunette stagger backwards and she audibly hits her head against the doorframe, sinking to the ground momentarily unconscious. It's funny how no one ever sees the attack coming while you're still talking.

I briefly double-check to confirm her identity. Mila Summers, aged 22, programmer for an IT company. And she has something on her hard drive someone is willing to pay a lot of money for. Which is where I come in.

A shame she had to be at home, though, but at least I get to have a little fun with her this way. ...After I have the hard drive; the job comes first. So I quickly place a piece of duct tape over her mouth, tie her wrists, ankles, arms and knees, and leave her lying on the floor as I return to her computer.

It only takes a few moments to open her PC, take out the hard drive, replace it with an empty one of the same make and leave a small modification to the cables, and by the time I'm done Mila is still unconscious. Did I actually kill her? That'd be unfortunate. But no, she's still breathing.

I take Mila and drag her onto her bed; she has a lean, toned build and even though she's somewhat tall is not too heavy, probably some kind of athlete or gymnast, definitely no martial artist, though. Now, to have some fun before I go... right, first things first. I take out my throwaway cell and dial a number on a secure line. “I have the hard drive. But there's been some complications. ...No, not at all. But I will need cleanup and disposal of a body, can you send someone? ...Yes, got it. I'll be waiting.” That gives me half an hour to enjoy myself, good enough.

I slap Mila's cheek a few times and she wakes up, her eyes glazed over for a short while before slowly regaining focus. Of course she starts to struggle against her bindings and screaming through the tape, but when she sees the pistol I'm holding, she quickly quiets down. I really should just put a bullet through her head and be done with it, but I haven't gotten laid in a whole month, so I'll damn well use this opportunity I'm given.

Drawing my knife, I cut open her blouse to reveal she's not wearing a bra, showing some nice, firm breasts, and as I squeeze one, Mila starts struggling again, but I just briefly have to hold the blade closer to her neck for her to stop. I continue, pulling down and cutting away her jeans too to bring some lacy, navy blue panties to light. Sexy.

Mila keeps squirming and making muffled noises through the tape, but there's no way she's escaping, so I take a moment to admire her body, before I suddenly get the perfect idea what to do. I start rubbing Mila's pussy through her panties, leveling the pistol at her with the other hand to make sure she stays in place, and she quickly starts sobbing, but can't do anything to stop her body's reaction as she slowly becomes aroused and soon enough her panties are soaked from her wet pussy.

I pause to cut open the sides of Mila's panties and pull them away, then tear off the tape over her mouth. “Why are you doing this?! Please- Mhm!” Her pleading is quickly cut off again as I stuff the panties into her mouth, gagging her.

I push her legs apart and lean forward, briefly playing with Mila's clit with my lips and tongue, before briefly brushing my teeth against them and she lets out a whimper, powerless to control her own body. I pull back to find her face flush in arousal, and continue working her with my fingers while rubbing myself through my pants with the other hand, and before long I myself am panting too, and if her reactions are any indication, Mila is about to come.

And not even a minute later she does, unable to stop herself from loudly moaning through her gag as she arches her back in orgasm, her pussy clenching around my fingers several times and squirting a fair amount all over my hand.

She slowly winds down, face red, panting heavily and weakly crying, but I'm not done yet, so I sit on her, pressing her thigh against my pussy as I start riding back and forth, squeezing her breasts as she futilely tries to get away from my hands. The fear and humiliation reflected in her face is just too hot, so it only take a little longer until I come too, completely soaking my panties as I moan, all but scream, out my climax for several beautiful seconds.

Mila is still crying as I get off her, cut free her feet and legs, and gesture towards her with my gun. “Go, get up. To the bathroom.” I know the cleaning guys are pros, but may as well make it easy on them, tiled floors are much better than carpet for that.

She staggers to her feet and shakily walks in front of me, entering the huge bathroom, and once there I shove her forward onto her knees, placing the gun against the back of her head as she starts sobbing uncontrollably, but there's nothing she can do to stop me pulling the trigger and with a neat little sound put a bullet into her head.

The small-caliber subsonic ammunition hardly makes a noise through my suppressor, and the projectile barely has enough power to penetrate her skull, and once inside, it doesn't exit again, instead ricocheting around and completely tearing through her brain. Mila twitches and shudders for a handful seconds, the puddle under her legs showing she peed herself, before she falls over, her last movements slowly dying down.

Well, that was fun. I pick up the casing, then get to planting a few more incendiary charges that are going to turn the whole house to cinders while looking like an unfortunate short-circuit or malfunction, while I wait for the cleaners to arrive, as well as someone to take that hard drive off my hands. I damn better get paid extra for all my effort, but I think I can definitely say this is a job well done.