I slowly push the window open and step into the empty living room. It is the middle of the night, so Caroline should be fast asleep in her bed by now. I have to time this perfectly, if Caroline is not deep enough in sleep, then the entire plan will be a bust, she is simply too powerful and reckless a spell-caster to take in a fair fight. I slowly and cautiously maneuver my way through the home, checking every room to make sure that no unexpected guests might be around to cause trouble. The house itself isn’t that big, with only one floor and a handful of rooms, so the search lasts only a few minutes. Once I know for certain that no one is in the house but Caroline and I, I move to her room.

I push the door open as gently as I can muster, making sure not a single creak is made, and there she is. Caroline lies sprawled out over her soft and plush bed, blanket haphazardly thrown to the side, and her signature black and blue robe that is every so much like my own is spread wide open, giving a clear view of her naked body. I hear her soft snores and notice some small drool trickling down from her mouth. I stifle a giggle as I look at her, unable to not be amused at how completely unaware, helpless, and pathetic she is. I reach into my robes pocket and pull out the small slip of paper with a few symbols drawn on it. According to the mage I got it from, it should prevent Caroline from using her magic, at least long enough for me to handle the rest.

I tip toe over to her sleeping form, making absolutely certain I am as quiet as humanly possible with every step I make. As I reach her bedside, I take a deep breath, calming myself. One wrong move in the next few steps, and everything could be over. I lean close to her and carefully begin to slide the paper into Caroline's Robe, where it will best be able to prevent her from using magic or destroying it. My breath hitches as Caroline lets out a small groan and begins to shift. My mind races with ideas of how to escape before Caroline incinerates me and I tense up as my body instinctively pulls back and readies to flee, but the groans and shifts end as quickly as they began, and I am left between melting down in relief or cursing myself for over-reacting. Luckily, I notice that the paper slip now snugly rests inside Caroline's robe, having easily slipped inside when I pulled away.

Now comes the fun part. I delicately crawl onto the bed, watching Caroline expression as I anticipate her waking up. Fortunately, Caroline is fast asleep, so the slight movement doesn't seem to wake her up. I move over her body and straddle her waist. I can't help but stop for a moment, admiring the sleeping beauty I am on top of, and I start to lose track of time as I stare at her. Minutes pass as I watch her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her delectable looking lips, and soft features all making my mind go wild. I begin creating images and scenes of everything I want to do, all the sex and rape and violation, and I feels myself getting harder and harder as I get lost in my imagination.

Suddenly I crash back into reality, as Carolines face grimaces and her eyes begin to flutter open. I fill with dread as I realize that I had unconsciously poked my hard cock against her cunt while I was fantasizing. Panic courses through me and the world goes into slow motion. Before she can fully wake up, I grab her hands and pin them over her head. Her eyes snap open and she tries to scream but I slam my lips into her. It was completely instinctive, using whatever was available to stop her, but I can't say I regret it. Her lips are intoxicatingly sweet, and only her muffled screams vibrating through my mouth keep me from sinking deeper into it.

Her body struggles against my weight, trying to push me off, but with her arms pinned and legs straddled, she is just turning me on more. Her soft fur, modest chest, and lithe body rubbing against me feels like bliss, and I just take a moment to savor it before it is gone for good. I stare into her heterochromatic eyes and marvel at the hate and fury filling them. As cautiously as I can, I move her wrist to one hand, making sure she doesn't break free. I grip both of her wrists in one hand, putting all my strength into holding them there, and feel Caroline wince in pain under me. My free hand trails down her arm, caresses her hair, and cups her face, before resting on her neck. I wrap my fist around her neck and gradually tighten my grip. I know Caroline realizes what I am doing, as she tries to slam her body against me with even greater vigor, the kind only those who know their life is in danger can muster.

My grip continues to tighten, until the screams that vibrate my mouth are cut off. I reluctantly pull away, sitting up and using gravity to push harder into her neck. I look down at her face and see the epitome of defiance in her. Caroline's expression is filled with utter hate, her snarling and bared teeth trying to look threatening, and her continuous attempts to throw me off with her body all mix into a stunning image, especially with how meaningless it is. I push my grip harder into her neck and watch as her eyes bulge. Caroline tries to keep up the ferocious look, but I can see her struggling to keep her teeth clenched and tongue in as her body tries to take in air. Her body thrashes around, trying to throw me off or roll away but there is no hope of that happening.

"Stop struggling. This is what filthy beasts like you deserve." I mockingly say, wanting to egg her further into wasting what precious air she has left. "Beasts like you should never be taught magic. All your kind is good for is Sex and Eye-Candy."

As I finish, I slam my waist into her, plunging my cock deep into her cunt. I relish watching her vicious facade break as her eyes go wide and she silently screams in pain, tears rolling down her cheeks. Caroline wildly thrashes around, arching her back in a desperate attempt to push me off, and kicking out at nothing in an adorable hopeless effort to hit me. As she fights, I feel the walls of her cunt tightly squeeze around my cock, and I don't even have to move as her thrashing plows her cunt down my cock, enveloping it in her snug and wet vagina. I let out a deep moan as the walls of her cunt eagerly slam along my rigid cock, and I already feel myself edging closer and closer to a climax and can't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"See, even as you're dying, all you can do is fuck me." I grunt out, then lean forward, putting more weight on her throat and push her legs into the air. I watch as her eyes roll up and her mouth gaps for air. The sight is enough to put me over the edge and I cum, quickly filling up her cunt and spilling out. I swear I feel some of her own juices splash onto my cock, and I cannot help but laugh at the pitiful whore. As she climaxes, her body slumps against the bed and her leg dangle in the air.

I wonder for a moment if she is already dead, but a few small spasms and twitches answer me. I remove my hand from her wrists, confident she can no longer fight back, and lean down over her body. I gently begin to kiss her lips, now able to savor the warm, soft, and sweet kiss without her screaming into my mouth. My free hand trails down her body, taking care to brush through her soft fur, until it reaches her modest chest. I eagerly grope and paw at it, enjoying all that the small mounds have to offer, and getting the bonus of occasionally feeling her slowing down heartbeat. I look up at her eyes and enjoy the dying light in her rolled-up eyes.

Her spasms and twitches grow smaller and farther apart by every second, and I know she will die soon. Then I have a thought, and an eager smile spreads across my face as a final chance to mock the dying girl occurs to me. I part our lips and lean over to her ear, and softly whisper, "You know, I bet you are suffering horrible brain damage. I bet if I let you wake up now, the only thing you would be able to do on your own is mewl like a cat in heat. So, how about I make you my pet instead of killing you? All you have to do is squeeze my cock with your cunt one more time."

I wait in anticipation. I know she probably can't hear me, but mocking my victims is a part of the fun, so I don't care. I wait, and wait, but the squeeze never comes. I look over at Caroline's face and realize with delight that she is no longer breathing and my hand groping her tit no longer feels her heartbeat. I sit up and glare down at the dead beast girl, and I am overcome with excitement and accomplishment. I reach down and poke Caroline tongue back into her mouth and force her rolled up eyes down to look right at me. The empty and lifeless gaze thrill me.

I grab one of her legs and pull her feet to my mouth and force the other one down to my cock as I pull it out. I take a good sniff, and I get rewarded with a sweet smell. I hungrily bite down on the foot, my mouth fills with fur and a delicious taste, as I force the other foot to slide along my cock, quickly returning my erection. Her soft fur and delicate foot easily simulate my cock, and I begin to pin myself between her cunt and foot, allowing me to rub myself with much more force. I curl her toes so it wraps around my cock, giving my entire member the delightful treatment. My tongue caresses and flicks against her other foot, savoring the flavor and texture. I then realize I feel something filling my mouth, and when I pull back, I see my bite marks along her foot bleeding. I must have unwittingly bit too hard but that doesn't deter me.

I slide my tongue along her foot, and occasionally kiss random spots. I rub my face against her soles, nuzzling into the groves of her feet. I also begin rubbing my cock harder, as I get closer to climaxing again. I bend her foot and toes, so it hugs my entire cock and begins energetically pumping it across my cock. Then in unison, I slide both my tongue and cock between her toes, giving a satisfying squeeze to both and my cock twitches and cum bursts out, coating the foot and stomach of Caroline. I am left gasping and unintentionally let go of her feet, allowing them to collapse back onto the bed.

I let out a giddy laugh, as my accomplishment truly set in. I have raped, killed, and continued to rape Caroline Soulfire, and now I am going to make her my personal fuck toy. I excitedly leap off the bed and rush to the window I had snuck in from. I quickly peek outside and see the sack cloth bag I brought along. Grabbing it, I eagerly return to my mesmerizing prize.

I pick Caroline up and set her body in the bag, her empty gaze looking up at me, as if begging for some small mercy from me, allow her to be buried, allow her friends to know her fate, anything but this. I respond with a mocking chuckle as I begin rummaging through her stuff. I grab her clothes, especially the sexy ones, and toss them onto her corpse, and once I have taken everything, I tie up the bag, slump it over my shoulder, and begin my journey home. Once I return, I will lie Caroline Soulfire on my bed, where she will only ever leave when I clean her or dress her body.

Name: Erza Scarlet
Source: Fairy Tail
Setting: Erza has taken a commission to hunt down a dark wizard. Unfortunately, the town that sent that commission has since been taken over by the Dark Wizard, with all its residents murdered and turned into his army of undead. This Dark Wizard is a master of necromancy, and he intends for Erza Scarlet to be his Magnum Opus, as both his strongest undead and personal slave, for both practical and sexual desires.
Wants: Rape, Necro, Corpse Play, (No to Minimal Feet Fetish).