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“I wasn’t going to cut off your head with my dick halfway down your neck,” I said. “I’m not stupid.”

After a second of processing, Villainessa laughed. A genuine, carefree, silly laugh. Not that of a villainess, but of a head-over-heels lover, the kind who would find anything of their partner’s jokes sincerely hilarious, no matter how unfunny or poorly timed.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity, too.

“No, you aren’t.” Villainessa wiped away a tear from her face.

She tilted her head to her side to close the wound, but then rolled her head and shoulder to rub the gash in her neck. Her sexy, lithe both shuddered, savoring the soon-to-be-deadly pain. The cut may not have been that serious, but it was clear to both of us that she was going to bleed out at some point.

“So then, Master. This excellent teacher of yours taught you to follow through, didn’t she?” She stood to her full height.

“I don’t know. She’s being awfully cocky right about now.” I set the bloody saber down on the nightstand and just stood there. “Perhaps if I just wait for her to bleed out, it makes no difference to me.”

After a second of waiting, Villainessa’s expression melted. It was subtle at first, but I could make out traces of that fear from back then. “O-Oh… yes, of course,” she muttered. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Ah… no. She had nothing to apologize for. I took her hand and held it tenderly. “No… that’s my mistake. I was careless with my words, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Well, okay, I did mean to hurt her, physically, in the way we both wanted, but not like this. I pulled Villainessa close and held her trembling body. In the short time that we spent together, I’d seen glimpses of Villainessa’s inner self, but none so clearly and plainly as right now, laid bare before me.

She was raised to be a queen. Raised to be the prince’s fiance. Raised to be a pillar of the kingdom, to be the untouchable iron lady on the throne, the beating heart of the country.

But she wasn’t really any of those things. She was a girl who wanted to love, and who wanted to be loved. And the fact that she was so hurt right now was proof that she had come to love me, made herself vulnerable in a way that was truly foreign to her throughout her lifelong engagement to the prince.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” I said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

As gently as I could, I lifted her up and set her down on the bed. Her neck wound was oozing blood on the covers and the mattress, but right now, I couldn’t care less. With the ceremonial saber, I cut through the remainder of her dress, careful not to nick her pristine skin, and peeled the fabric away, until she was bare before me, left with nothing but her soaked panties and the remnants of her bra.

“That’s… not fair…” Villainessa leaned forward and reached up to unbutton my clothes as well, but she stopped. “Ah, um… may I, Master?”

“Of course,” I said. I guided her trembling hands to my shirt fasteners, leaning in to make it easier with her ever-worsening blood loss. As she helped me shrug my own clothing off, Villainessa’s eyes were all over me, clearly admiring my physique.

“Gods…” Her voice came out like a breathless sigh. “I want…” But she stopped herself, holding the back of her hand in front of her mouth and staring up at me as if to seek approval, approval just for wanting.

I took her hand in mine and wove my fingers through hers, pulling them to the side to reveal her full, soft lips. I couldn’t help but kiss her, and then kiss her again.

“I said I’d make it up to you, right?”

She nodded.

“So tell me what you want.” I pulled her panties out of the way and rubbed her clit.

“I… want you to fuck me. And kill me.” She motioned to her neck. “All the way through, this time.”

“I know that.”

“I know you know!” Villainessa looked away. Was that shyness, from the Villainessa von Antagonista? It wasn’t something you saw every day. “I just… wanted to say it.”

“That’s fine by me,” I said. It looked like she was going to protest further, but I sealed her mouth with another kiss, lined up my cock and impaled her.

Somehow, I managed to start thrusting while maintaining the embrace. Villainessa held my face, kissing right back, barely letting either of us come up for air, as if she were deathly afraid that the moment she let go, I would be gone forever.

“We don’t have much time.” I broke the kiss. “You’re bleeding out.”

“Please… don’t leave me.” She cupped my cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere.” And to prove my point, I grabbed her waist, and began pumping in earnest.

Villainessa’s moans started high pitched. Her legs wrapped around my body, and the instant I leaned in for another kiss, she threw her arms around me, gripping onto my back.

When playing as the prince in the original dating sim game, the player did have the option to have sex with Villainessa. But it was little more than an obligation for Villainessa, a carnal curiosity for the prince. She was hot, he was horny. She believed she had to bear his children, and the prince couldn’t care less so long as he got to fuck her.

It couldn’t be more different from right now.

Seeing her teary-eyed face, the flush of her rosy cheeks, the sweet, slowly-softening from her lips, I realized this was the reason I’d taken her in all those months ago.

I thought I’d done so because I was curious. Because I wanted to know what happened to Villainessa von Antagonista after the Spring Ball, after the prince and the love interest’s happily ever after. But that wasn’t right at all.

I wanted her to be happy. And for that reason, I was a man with a mission. Of course, I wanted to cum too, but I knew I’d have all the time in the world later.

Villainessa’s voice was losing its energy. The grip of her hands and legs on my back and hips was loosening. She might’ve been feeling the pleasure now more than ever before— and on some level, I was certain the blood loss was helping— but I knew she didn’t have long now.

“How do you feel, Villainessa?” I asked.

“I’m close,” she managed.

I took that as my cue to speed up. Her moans and cries increased in pitch and frequency where they decreased even further in volume. Where her dying pussy held my cock like a vice, her legs slipped from my waist, then her fingers from my back.

“I’m so happy right now,” she whispered. “I’m coming, I’m coming, Master…” With the last of her energy, she reciprocated my thrusts. I hadn’t realized how close I was, too, until this very moment, as the waves of lust crashed over her dying body, sending her into one final, lustful, death rattle. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Do it now, please! Cut off my head, cut off my fucking head—!”

I grabbed the saber off the nightstand and stabbed it through her neck. For a split second, she howled, a mind-blowing cocktail of searing pain and the most fulfilling climax she’d ever had. And then, her voice was laced with windy gasps, her lungs sending air through ruined vocal cords, up a throat ruptured in several places, to a head that was only barely still attached to her body.

At the same time, I came too, pouring my burning semen into her womb. All the while, my hand kept moving, I kept sawing her neck, snapping sinews and cutting through spinal bone. It was messy, easily the most sloppy decapitation I’d ever performed, but I couldn’t get enough of her. Of her face, her satisfied expression. Of the orgasmic convulsions still raging through her body as it tried its damnedest to pre-posthumously squeeze out every last drop of my semen.

By the time her corpse settled down, I was completely spent. I fell forward and rested my head on her massive, pillowy titties, as I stared at her decapitated head where it had rolled.

From the affectionate, devoted stare now eternally resting on Villainessa’s dead face, I was certain I’d succeeded in what I’d set out to do, too.

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This was a tricky prompt. I hope you don’t mind that I advanced the timeline forward from the original setting. Typically, I do prefer if the prompt has a bit more guidelines on why the victim is so ‘eager to be killed,’ as it were, but I quite like how this one turned out, too.


Name: Yumiko
Age: Ageless, appears 19
Traits: Flirty, energetic, devoted. A free-spirited foxgirl who comes up with wacky, but fun ideas.
Scenario: You decided to feed a hungry stray fox on a whim, and now, there’s a sexy kitsune freeloading at your place, offering to tend to your every need. As things get kinkier and kinkier, however, she proposes you snuff her, because she can tell you want to.