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Ending the fight with a savage uppercut I revel in the sensation of Tifa's teeth clattering together as she flies upwards and backwards. The night air is pleasantly cold as it fills my lungs with every heavy breath, my cock is desperately trying to escape my jeans, and I can just barely keep myself from letting it out. Telling my member to relax, I squat down beside the barely conscious little whore and whisper softly in her ear, taking a perverse pleasure as she recoils from having my breath so close to her ear, "When I asked if you could dip your milkers in my fucking ale, you should have taken the compliment like a good bitch." She tries to say something, but I ignore the incoherent mumbling and start pulling her clothes off. First to go are her skirt and suspenders, leaving her in nothing but those plain panties and that ridiculous, almost see through top. Her tits seem to defy at least a couple laws of physics with their ratio of size to firmness, but I don't waste time complaining about it. I take out my cock and start stroking it slowly with my offhand, my other hand pulling out a wicked looking hunting knife from its sheath. It's only when I straddle her hips and bring the knife up to her face, the moonlight catching beautifully on the high carbon steel as she realises just how fucked she is. That's when the pleading starts.

"Please no, I'll suck you off," she begs, her voice trembling in that sinfully erotic way as her eyes fly frantically about, trying too see a way out of the situation. I don't respond, simply bringing the knife towards her sternum and cutting her top away, her tiny sigh of relief when she realises that I'm just cutting her clothes is so cute that I almost fuck up the cut, but I manage to avoid breaking the skin. A drop of precum forms on the head of my cock as I simply sit there, enjoying the way that the cocky little bartender wriggles beneath me. Simply enjoying the night air for a few moments before I answer her.

"Darlin', I'm not gonna be satisfied with just a little blowie, I'm goin' to make you scream," I whisper in my best soothing voice, Tifa doesn't seem to be calmed down any, but I couldn't give less of a fuck about her preferences. She lets out a cute little yelp, intensifying her wriggling as I reach back and slide the back of the knife against her nethers through the thin panties. Tifa's struggling makes the tiny little drop precum slide out from my foreskin and land on her stomach. She immediately freezes up. That's when I hear footsteps coming from down the road. I look down on Tifa, she looks up at me, and I immediately cover her mouth with my hand, just before she manages to cry out. She struggles, but I've got leverage and fifty kilograms on her, and I manage to force my knife towards her chin. "Sorry darling, but I can't have you crying out if there are people on the streets," I whisper as softly as I can. The knife continues its journey for several seconds while the footsteps keep getting closer, if she's not dead by the time that guy reaches the mouth of this alley, I'm in for a bloody night. The blade punches through the skin under Tifa's cute little chin, continuing onwards at a decent clip, burying itself in her up to the hilt. She goes goes still and I lay on top of her, hiding her body and imitating a hobo as Tifa's last lifeblood coats the entirety of my chest. The footsteps disappear into the distance, and I get to work quickly, corpses aren't my thing, but if they're fresh enough, you can't really tell the difference.

Her pussy is delightful, and though the smell of urine almost kills the mood, I enter Tifa's little cunt and make her mine, fucking her non stop for nearly five minutes, trying to cum as fast as possible in case more nosy assholes try to ruin my fun. Her pussy is delightful, even though she's dead I can feel that she definitely kept up with her kegel excercises. I paint her insides with my cum and it is a glorious feeling of her cooling body squeezing me as if she were alive. Pulling out with a wet, sucking sound I put my sticky cock back in my pants and stalk off into the night, intending to find a guy my size that has a good set of clothes.

(Casca's in the woods, bathing when you come upon her. Make the bitch suffer.)