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K/V: Victim
Name: Nina Pole
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Characteristics: Long black hair, blue eyes. Huge breasts and a shapely ass. She's wearing a green dress with huge cleavage that clearly shows she's wearing no bra, and which also hugs her ass tightly. Under it she wears white panties. Her image is accented by her black high heels.
Her personality is quite different from what her clothes would suggest. She's very shy and calm, and she'd never think of dressing that way usually.
Scene: Her best friend, worried that she was still a virgin, convinced her to dress like that and go to a party with her. She quickly left poor her alone, disappearing with some stranger. Scared of the crowd, she quickly got away herself. She was taking a walk to calm down, but she didn't know someone followed her, eager to take her virginity and life.

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First time writing Victim POV in first person, it was pretty fun

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I, a blood elf rogue in my 20s, was obly barely allowed to leave our homeland of Quel'Thalas. I went on a journey to Undercity first, and then I made my way south towards the border of Gilneas. Currently I was following a worgen I noticed near the border.

I stopped as the black-furred worgen stopped a couple meters ahead of me. I'd been following him for some time now, as he seemed a perfect target. His rich clothes suggested I could get quite a lot from him, and the cane was telling me he wasn't very capable physically. As he resumed walking, I decided to strike.

I was wearing black leather skintight pants and black leather armor. It, along with the shadow of the night, perfectly concealed me from being seen. Since I moved silently, I was sure I'd get the drop on him. My long red ponytail was swinging behind me as I approached him, moonlight reflecting in the blades of my daggers.

Just as I was about to touch him, suddenly he turned and grabbed me by my arm, throwing me forward and making me slam into the ground with great force. He growled - but it sounded as laughter, and I realised I completely forgot about the near-perfect worgen sense of smell. He always knew I was following him.

I wasn't out of the fight yet, and I sprung back to my feet. As I was about to attack him again, he shapeshifted into Beart Form. I realised he was a druid and instinctively jumped away as his claws dig into my thigh, easily cutting through the leather. It was never designed to withstand that kind of attacks, so no wonder he tore through it so easily. I barely jumped back to dodge another of his lunges, my mind realising I was probably screwed now.

As if to confirm my thoughts, he shapeshifted into Cat Form. He jumped towards my arm, and I could do nothing to avoid his fangs sinking into my arm. What I didn't expect was them completely tearing through both my armor and my flesh. Another surprise came when he jumped away from me, with my arm following with him. I stared at the bleeding stump for a few seconds, until my mind processed what just happened - that he'd bitten my arm off. My green glowing eyes turned towards the worgen.

As I looked at him, he let go of the arm and stared back at me. I slowly rose my remaining hand and threw my dagger to the ground as a sign of me surrendering. I could easily get my arm back if I made it to a city, but if the battle continued I was sure he'd easily kill me. Combat wasn't my thing, I rather preferred to kill stealthily.

The druid morphed back into his worgen form. His clothes were gone, and I could help but stare at his cock for a moment. His words snapped me back to reality. "So, what do you have to have for yourself, you elvish bitch?" I tried to sound sorry as I replied: "I made a mistake, and I apologise. I thought you'd be an easy man to mug, but I was taught a lesson. With apologies, I'll be going now." I tried to slowly back off as I was speaking, and I broke into a run as I finished, hoping to get away.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, slut." He replied with an amused howl. His hands glowed green as a few branches swung towards me, knocking me off my feet. "W-What will you do to me?" I asked him with a bit of fear in my voice as I rose to my fours.

"I've been wanting a mate for some time now." He replied, and my eyes moved towards his cock again. A flicker of list appeared in my mind for a moment, but was brutally chased away as he growled. "And I'm quite hungry now too."

He walked to me again, and with a kick he flipped me so that I was lying on my back. He bent over me. With a quick slice of his claws, he shredded the leather over my chest, and my moderately sized breasts sprung free - I didn't wear a bra. He squeezed them with his long, cold claws and I couldn't help but shudder - though I was also aroused a bit. With a few more slices my armor was gone, and he moved on to my legs. Since it was already cut a bit from his earlier attack, he easily tore it away. My naked pussy was exposed to him along with the entirety of my legs, as I didn't bother wearing any panties either.

I laid naked on the forest floor, and his beastly cock approached my virgin slit. I masturbated on occasion, but never actually had sex before. I guess I should at least be glad that I was given that chance. His massive prick pierced through my hymen, and I let out a cry of pain and scratched the ground with my remaining fingers. I could feel my pussy stretching to house his cock, but he withdrew slightly and then pushed with more force. I could feel him breaking through my cervix, and I let out another cry of pain, but I also saw that it allowed him to bury his cock fully inside me.

He began pumping his dick in and out of me, and I couldn't help feeling pleasure as he did. Soon I was moaning underneath him, bucking my hips in sync with his massive prick. What worried me, however, was the saliva leaking from his mouth onto my tits.

Soon enough I came, my pussy leaking all over the forest floor. I also squeezed his cock tighter, and he howled in pleasure.

As I was experiencing the afterglow of my orgasm, predatory lights appeared in his eyes. He bared his teeth as he rose his head, and sudden pain erupted in my chest as he bit down on one of my breasts. Tears flashed in my green eyes as he tore it away, blood flowing freely from the stump. I could see his throat bulging as he swallowed it whole, and I closed my eyes as I saw him look at my other boob. I could still feel him chewing into it, and it was also torn away and swallowed.

His thrusts never slowed down through all that, but all my pleasure was gone now. I could sense he was close to his own orgasm, as his thrusts were becoming more erratic. After a few more, I could feel his hot cum erupting in my uterus, along with an extended howl of pleasure. Just as I thought I'd get a moment of rest, his fangs closed over my remaining arm, close to my shoulder. The familiar pain of losing a limb returned to me for a moment, and I watched as he swallowed my arm whole.

At this point he withdrew from my pussy, leaving it dripping with blood and semen, and stood up to take a look over my ravaged body. I was heavily bleeding now, and I expected to bleed out soon - hoping for the sweet release of death. It came sooner than I thought. He kneeled over my chest, pinning me to the ground. And his fangs tore into my neck. The powerful bite easily severed my head from the rest of my body. My body suddenly felt a lot lighter than before. I felt I was going up, and I realised he grabbed my head by the ponytail. He allowed me to take a final look at my dead body, and then his long claws pierced through my eyes and all the way to my brain, ending my life.

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Nisroth looked at the dead elf lying at his feet. He stared at it for a moment, then began to work on it. With a few strong slices and bites he severed both of her legs, leaving her limbless and headless torso. He searched the remains of her clothes for anything valuable, then packed up the legs with some magic. Her thighs looked delicious, so he decided to keep them until he got hungry again. The rest of the body would serve as a warning. He grabbed the first arm he bit off, and shoved it inside her cunt as far as he could, then stabbed her through the breast stumps with both knives. He'd keep her head as a trophy, though. He cast some magic to preserve it, then sent it away to his home while conjuring himself new clothes and another cane. He was ready to resume his journey.