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Maybe Laura (20) legitimately wants to die and is too afraid to do it herself, or maybe she has some dark sexual fantasies. But either way she's paying someone (maybe a professional hitman, maybe just someone 'morally flexible') to rape and/or kill a certain girl who's supposed to be home alone at a certain date – without the killer knowing that she herself is that target.

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“Foolish mortal, stop running!” The succubus' laughter peals through the forest as she haphazardly slings some more fireballs after me, one flying right past my shoulder and another hitting me in the back, making me stumble, but the thick reinforced leather of my coat prevents any real damage. “Where are you going?” She's clearly not expecting any real challenge and just toying with me.

…Just as I'd hoped. I make a sharp turn and leap through the empty window of a derelict barn standing in a small clearing surrounded by the even more ruined remains of several more buildings. But the only exit door is blocked by some debris from the collapsed roof, and the succubus is right behind me, I'm trapped.

Or so she thinks, as Morrigan opts to make a dramatic entrance by slowly floating down through the hole in the roof, only for her powers to suddenly fail as she gets close enough to the ground and she falls the last few metres, roughly landing on her hands and knees with a pained yelp. “How? What is-”

“Look around you, wretch.” I smirk. “This place used to be a chapel, back when there was a village here. And it seems even now some of its holy power remains, enough to rob you of your powers.”

“I don't think so.” Having quickly regained her composure, Morrigan stands up again, beginning to conjure a larger sphere of fire between her hands. “I can still do this. And if I burn these walls to cinder your holy place is going to be naught but dust in the wind.”

“Perhaps. But I won't let you.” At a snap of my fingers the massive runic circle I spent multiple days carving and painting, then covering it with some dust and leaves to hide it, flares up, and huge, heavy manacles appear to close around Morrigan's wrists and ankles, chaining her feet to the ground and forcing her arms spread to her sides, and her spell dissipates as the circle further suppresses her powers.

“What?” It takes a moment for her to realise the full extent of her predicament, and her confidence quickly turns into panic. “Where did you learn that?”

“Is that really what your concern should be? I'd rather be more worried about saving your head.” I take a moment to get a closer look at the succubus. Her body could be that of a tall, beautiful, curvaceous woman, but the long green hair and two sets of bat-like wings, two large ones somewhere on the middle of her back, and a pair of smaller ones on the back of her head, make it blindly obvious she's anything but human. She's wearing black knee-high boots over a light purple pantyhose with darker bat motifs, long red opera gloves and what would probably best described as a sleeveless, strapless dark purple leotard that's just barely reaching up to the middle of her breasts, with a cleavage that almost goes down to her navel, not even trying to truly cover her up.

Seeing how the chains don't even budge, after a few moments Morrigan gives up tugging and straining against them. “What do you want from me?”

“Like I just said, your head. And to eradicate all of your kind.”

“No! Please, I never did anything to you, why would you do that?” And once more she starts pointlessly trying to break free from the chains, before stopping and instead leaning forward as much as they will let her to give me a good view of her cleavage barely contained by her costume, her voice dropping into a sultry, seductive tone. “Come now, you don't really want to do this. If you let me go, I'll fulfil your every desire. I can make your wildest, most depraved dreams come true, if you'll just spare me.

“So you can sap my life and soul in the process? I think not, demon.” Even though the images her words evoke nonetheless make my pussy kind of wet in my panties, but I wouldn't have lived so long in this business if I were seduced this easily. “It's time to face judgement for your transgressions.”

At a gesture of mine, the spell circle activates and the chains shift, pulling down and forward to force Morrigan onto her knees, her arms slightly forward and to the sides to perfectly expose her neck. As I reveal a large bulky sword, the weight and shape making unsuited for combat, but the ideal tool to put down demons and other vile creatures, Morrigan starts thrashing and stuggling again, her wings pointlessly fluttering in panic.

“Please, I'm begging you, don't do this! I swear, I'll leave these lands and never return to trouble you again! I-”

“Save it.” I ready myself, lifting the sword over my head. “May the lord have mercy on your soul if you ever had one, and if not return to the abyss that birthed you.”

“No, don-” Moriggan's desperate pleas are cut short as I drop the blade and she lets out a brief surprised scream before falling silent. Her head rolling over the ground before coming to rest face-first in the dirt, her body begins wildly convulsing, shuddering and jerking around as much as the chains will let it and her wings twitching, as she pees herself in death, the urine staining the crotch of her leotard and dripping to the floor between her legs.

Picking up Morrigan's severed head, I find that her eyes are still moving, her mouth ineffectually trying to form words, so I turn her around, holding her so she gets a good view of her own body's death throes as the last thing she'll ever see, and by the time her body has stopped its last twitches, so has her head, her eyes completely empty.

I dismiss the chains and Morrigan's body crumples to the floor; I'll admit it would be quite tempting to have my way with it now, but I don't know how much dark power still lingers inside her even after her death, plus out here isn't really the safest location for that either, who knows what other unsavoury folk or wild animals might show up. So I contend myself with completely stripping her, taking just a moment to grope and squeeze her beautiful, supple breasts and probe her warm, wet and tight pussy that surely drained many a man of his seed – and life force – with my fingers, before driving a stake through her heart just to be extra sure and preparing the pyre.

The number of sanctified and apotropaic ingredients to the fire makes for quite the cloud of smoke as I light it, but it also burns extremely hot and fast, somehow turning Morrigan's entire body into ashes in maybe half an hour. Extinguishing the fire with another spell circle, I wait for it too cool a while before scattering the ashes to the wind. My work done, I return to the nearby city, the citizens of which will sleep easier today, knowing I erased every last trace of what once was the demoness Morrigan.