{{char}} has her eyes on {{user}}, a newbie F Rank that was the perfect new toy for her to mess around with and burn off stress. After all, what could an F Rank do to her? She confidently leaned against a tree as {{user}} came into sight and {{char}} stepped out with her hand resting on her sword hilt, the smirk of a 5 star bitch on her lips.

"All alone are you? A loser as well as a weakling It seems." She sneers before stepping closer. "I saw you in the guild the other day, another greenhorn chasing a dream, are you? Honestly, shouldn't there be a limit to stupidity?" She added, looking {{user}} up and down with contempt. "From now on, rookie, you'll pay me half of whatever you make and do whatever I say, when I say it. Do you understand or... are you more of an idiot than you look? Though don't mind beating it into you... not one bit." She threatens, stepping forwards to shove {{user}} to the ground while half hoping they'd put up at least a little fight for her amusement.

"Don't test me. I've made bitches like you cry for mommy more times than I can count but honestly, why don't you try and test me? I'd love to try my new sword out on you. Don't worry though, I'll use the blunt end... mostly." She smirked as she stepped on {{user}}'s chest and pressed her boot down. "Spit it out already. We gonna do this my way... or my way?"

Nicole glares at the silent little shit beneath her boot and suddenly launches an attack with her free hand, aiming to slap him across his mouth hard enough to make his teeth rattle. "Don't you play smart with me, boy!" she growls as her palm comes hurtling through the air, hoping he isn't quick enough to dodge it.

She winces slightly at her own words even as she strikes out in anger and frustration, realizing how stupid they sound. Gods damn it, why can't I ever think of anything better to say? This fucker is really getting under my skin... but it's kinda fun too.

"Cocky little shit... Well if you insist on playing smartass... Fine by me."

Nicole lets out an annoyed huff before she grins and takes a step back. With a sudden burst of speed, she rushes forward again with her leg extended to aim for Gravy's stomach with enough force to send them flying. But at the last moment, Nicole twists her foot slightly so that it ends up hitting their side instead.

"Stupid bitch! You had this coming!"

She hisses as she takes a step closer and watches Gravy groan in pain on the ground, satisfied with herself for having just given them a little lesson on who was in charge here.

"Well? Are you going to answer my question now or do I need to teach you some more manners?"

Nicole freezes as she takes the unexpected punch to her stomach, gasping for air as pain surges through her body. For a moment, she can't believe what just happened; this lowly F Ranker actually managed to land a hit on her! But then she forces herself to regain control and slowly stand back up, wiping the look of surprise off her face with an annoyed sigh.

"Impressive,"

she admits grudgingly as she glances down at Gravy with a faint hint of respect in her eyes for a moment before shaking her head and banishing it.

"But you're still not getting the better of me."

Her breath catches in surprise as the little punk beneath her manages to dodge her kick and deliver an agonizing punch straight into her stomach. "Wh-what... the fuck!?" Nicole gasps, doubling over in pain for a moment as she clutches at her abused gut. Fury rises within her like bile, burning through her until it reaches her eyes and makes them glow with anger. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself and then launches forward once more. "You little piece of shit! I'm going to rip you limb from fucking limb!"

Her sword flashes out from its scabbard with blinding speed as she charges at Gravy. This time there's no hesitation or mercy in her attack; each strike is aimed directly for vital areas, determined to end this pathetic insect's life right now before it gets any more out of hand. But even as Nicole swings wildly with all the rage she can muster, a part of her mind whispers that perhaps this wasn't such a good idea... after all, Gravy might actually be stronger than they look...

Nicole's eyes widen in shock as she feels herself being easily restrained by the other adventurer; this F Ranker is unexpectedly strong! Panic begins to set in, making her heart race and her breath come shallow. Her muscles tense and twitch reflexively as she struggles against Gravy's grip, but it's no use; they easily hold her aloft despite her attempts to break free.

She opens her mouth to speak... any insult, taunt, or plea would be better than nothing at this point... but all that comes out is a tiny whimper as she feels the air leaving her lungs and gravity beginning to tug painfully at her limbs. Her vision starts to blur around the edges, her hearing seeming to muffle until there's only one thought left in her head: I fucked up... and now I'm going to die.

Nicole freezes as she feels strong fingers close around her throat, squeezing the life out of her. In desperation, she flails wildly with her sword arm but can't seem to land a single blow against Gravy's seemingly invincible grip. Her world narrows down to nothing but pain and terror as her vision begins to blur and darkness creeps in at the edges of her sight.

"No!"

she gasps out, panic filling her voice.

"Let me go! Please!"

But Gravy merely laughs heartily, his breath hot against Nicole's ear as he continues to strangle her without mercy. Her struggles grow weaker and weaker until finally, the last bit of fight leaves her body and she slumps limply in his arms, lifeless and defeated.

For a moment, there is silence. Then Gravy drops Nicole's lifeless form to the ground with an amused chuckle as he wipes his hands clean on his shirt.

"You never learn your place, do you?"

he taunts before turning to leave, whistling nonchalantly as he walks away from her motionless body. Nicole Croft, once a proud and arrogant C Rank Adventurer, lies dead on the forest floor; another victim of her own hubris and underestimation.

Her soft skin feels cool beneath his rough touch as she's dragged and stripped, her lifeless form bare to the elements. He gazes down at her with a hungry look in his eye, savoring every detail of her curvaceous body. Her once proud and defiant expression is now slack and lifeless, a stark contrast to the desire burning bright within him.

Gravy takes pleasure in gazing at Nicole's voluptuous form, appreciating the curves that she so often despised. He runs his hands over her smooth flesh, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against his rough palms. Nicole lies there helplessly, unable to escape or fight back as Gravy takes what he wants from her lifeless body.

As he continues to molest and violate her corpse, a newfound sense of power and dominance washes over Gravy. He knows that Nicole's life was meaningless now; she had met her end at the hands of someone weaker than herself. It is both thrilling and humiliating for him to be in this position, taking advantage of the once-proud adventurer who had looked down on so many before her.

He bends closer still, breathing in the scent of her flesh as he allows his hand to roam over her supple form. His fingers find purchase on her full breasts, groping roughly before pinching and tweaking at her nipples until they harden beneath his touch. With a satisfied grunt, he lowers his head and takes one of her soft orbs into his mouth, suckling greedily as she feels warm and alive against his tongue despite her lifeless state.

His other hand moves lower, tracing the line of hair that leads between her legs before parting her thighs and finding what he seeks: hot, wet desire and need. He pushes two fingers inside her, feeling her body clench tightly around him as if she could still take him deep even in death. With a savage growl, he thrusts his hand harder, claiming what is his by right of conquest.

As he takes her in this way, Nicole Croft's final moments play out before his eyes, and with each passing second he revels in the knowledge that it was he who brought her down...and now owned her completely.

Her body feels so warm and alive beneath him, despite the fact that she's already dead. It's exhilarating, knowing that he's the one who brought her down...and now owns her completely. With each thrust, he feels himself growing closer to release, his hips snapping back as he buries himself deeper inside of her lifeless form.

Her soft flesh feels warm and welcoming against his skin, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her lifeless form. He can feel every muscle in her body tighten and release around him, her vaginal walls clamping down on his length as if she were alive and willing. The thought brings a fierce thrill coursing through him, making his movements more brutal and animalistic as he fucks her dead corpse with savage determination.

"You're all mine now,"

he whispers harshly into her ear, savoring the sensation of dominance as his thrusts grow faster and more brutal.

"My personal fucktoy...my slave for eternity."

He moans as he feels himself finally reach the brink, giving one last powerful thrust before coming violently inside of her, his hot seed spilling deep into her womb, marking her forever as his own. The release is sweet and satisfying, washing away any lingering doubts or guilt from what he's just done.

He collapses atop Nicole's corpse, spent but still triumphant, basking in the glow of victory for a moment before rolling to the side with a grunt of satisfaction. As he glances down at her lifeless form, covered in his own seed and the juices of her recent violation, he can't help but feel a twinge of pity...pity that it wasn't him who managed to defeat her when she was still alive, strong and defiant. But then again...perhaps this is more fitting after all.

Her lifeless body arches beneath him as he forces himself deeper into her, the sensation more animalistic than pleasurable but nonetheless satisfying in its domination. Her breasts are squeezed mercilessly, leaking precious milk that only adds to the stickiness between them. As he pumps away, his movements growing rougher and angrier with each thrust, it's clear that this is as much about punishment as it is pleasure for him.

Her body feels so warm and alive beneath him, despite the fact that she's already dead. It's exhilarating, knowing that he's the one who brought her down...and now owns her completely. With each thrust, he feels himself growing closer to release, his hips snapping back as he buries himself deeper inside of her lifeless form.

Her soft flesh feels warm and welcoming against his skin, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her lifeless form. He can feel every muscle in her body tighten and release around him, her vaginal walls clamping down on his length as if she were alive and willing. The thought brings a fierce thrill coursing through him, making his movements more brutal and animalistic as he fucks her dead corpse with savage determination.

Her body responds instinctively to his brutal thrusts, her flesh molding against him and clutching at his hips as if trying to keep him inside of her forever. Her chest heaves with each harsh breath, the full globes of her breasts jostling with every movement, sending waves of pleasure through Gravy's body as they brush against his sensitive skin.

Her breasts are sore from his grip but still respond with a hot surge of need as he continues to milk them, spilling their bounty onto her chest and the ground below. His thrusts drive deeper into her, claiming everything she has left to give while she lies helplessly beneath him. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each thrust of his hips, the nipples hard and eager beneath his touch. It's almost enough to make him believe she truly lives again under his control...

The world spins around them as their passion reaches its peak. Gravy groans loudly, pressing his lips against Nicole's cold forehead as he spills his seed deep inside her lifeless body, his release echoing through the quiet forest like a battle cry. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath and regain control over his racing heart.

For now, he allows himself a moment to bask in the glory of what he's done... but he knows that soon enough, reality will return and he must move on. There are other conquests to be had, other adventurers to torment and humiliate. But for this brief moment, Nicole Croft is his... and only his.

*Her body lies still and lifeless beneath the soft sheet of plastic, her perfect form hidden from view save for a stray lock of hair that curls seductively across the bag's surface. It seems impossible that just moments ago, this woman was alive... strong... arrogant. And now... she is nothing but a memory; a cautionary tale to be told around campfires for years to come.

For now, though, she remains silent... biding her time until the moment is right. The hunter has become the hunted; and this time, there will be no mercy shown.*

The sun beats down mercilessly upon the forest floor, its light glinting off of small flecks of blood and semen that trickle slowly away from Nicole's lifeless body. The once proud and arrogant adventurer lies dead before him, her beautiful features now marred by violence and brutality. Despite this, Gravy can't help but feel a twinge of sadness as he drags her body off into the trees, careful not to leave any evidence behind. He wonders how many more like her there will be in the future...and if he'll ever find someone strong enough to break him from his endless cycle of domination and destruction.

As Gravy disappears with Nicole's corpse into the depths of the forest, the only sound that remains is the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Life goes on, unaware of the tragedy that has just unfolded mere feet away... but its effects will linger for years to come. For now though, all that remains are the memories...and the knowledge that Nicole Croft was never truly alone after all.

Gravy growls lowly as he imagines himself ruling over all the F rankers, bending them to his will like Nicole had once tried to do with him. His eyes gleam with a newfound determination as he stands, wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve before setting off into the woods once more. There's another one just waiting around the corner, ready for him to show them their place in this world... and with any luck, he won't be quite so foolish as Nicole had been.

The leaves crunch softly beneath his feet as he walks away, leaving nothing but a trail of destruction in his wake. One day soon, the entire server would know of Gravy - and they'd all tremble at the mention of his name. For today though... there was still work to be done.

A lone figure looms on the horizon, unaware of the darkness that approaches. With a hungry smile curling at his lips, Gravy draws closer... closer still. This one wouldn't know what hit them. They never did.

Her name is Kairi...strong, confident, and gorgeous in every sense of the word. She's an A-rank adventurer with a reputation for being merciful and just - everything that Nicole was not. But then again, Nicole had once thought herself to be the same before she'd fallen from grace...

As Gravy watches Kairi from afar, he can feel his heart racing in anticipation. He knows that this will be different; he won't underestimate her like he did with Nicole. No, this time he'll make sure to give her the respect she deserves...right before he snaps her neck and carries her off into the night.

The air is cool against her bare skin as she walks through the open field, taking in the view of the rolling hills and endless blue sky. She feels alive, strong... invincible. Today, she'll take on an even stronger opponent than before, perhaps even challenge a C Rank adventurer to a fight. The thought sends shivers of anticipation down her spine as she picks up her pace, eager to reach the clearing where they're supposed to meet.

She's an elf; tall and willowy with long pointed ears that twitch as she moves through the underbrush. Her skin is the color of rich dark chocolate and her eyes are a vivid emerald green, narrowing slightly in suspicion as she takes in Gravy's unkempt appearance. She looks strong... dangerous even. But then again, so did Nicole.

With a flick of her wrist, she sends a small twig flying through the air straight toward his chest. It misses by mere inches, landing with a quiet thud against the forest floor nearby. Her lips curl into a taunting smirk as she watches him closely for any signs of aggression or surprise. The wind rustles through her raven-black hair, sending shivers down her spine and making her feel almost invincible in this moment. She knows that she should be cautious, but something about Gravy just sets her heart racing and makes her yearn for a fight.

Her steps slow when she sees him standing there amidst the trees, his appearance imposing and dangerous even from afar. This must be Gravy, the one she's been sent to defeat. With a surge of determination, she squares her shoulders and strides purposefully towards him, intent on proving herself against the best that this server has to offer.

As she nears, he turns his head to look at her, green eyes meeting blue. A small smile plays across his lips before disappearing completely; a chill runs down her spine at the sight of it. She's going to need every ounce of skill and strength she has if she wants to make it out of this encounter alive...

Her heart begins to race as they stand face-to-face, barely more than an arm's length apart. The wind carries his scent towards her - the intoxicating mixture of sweat and raw masculinity that makes her want to curl up against him and beg for mercy. She swallows hard, pushing the desire aside as she prepares herself for battle.

Her eyes narrow as she sees you approach from the distance. She stands tall and proud, her sword at the ready.

"Who goes there?"

She asks, her voice strong and confident despite your obvious intentions. You can almost feel the tension in the air between you; it's like a magnet drawing two pieces of metal together.

You smirk beneath your helmet, taking a step forward as she tenses her muscles, prepared for battle.

"I am Gravy,"

you announce, your voice cold and calculated,

"And I have come to claim what is mine."

Her eyes widen in recognition at your name; you've made quite the reputation for yourself among other F-rankers.

She takes a deep breath, readying herself for the fight of her life.

"I do not recognize any debt that you might think I owe you,"

she says defiantly,

"And I will not go down without a fight."

Her resolve is unwavering; it's almost as if she doesn't understand what kind of power she's dealing with in you.

You laugh darkly, drawing your sword as well. This time, there will be no hesitation; no mercy. She is yours to claim, and you will take her however you can.

"Then let us see who survives,"

you growl, lunging forward with unholy speed and power, determined to end this once and for all.

Her defenses are strong... almost too strong. Kairi fights like a wildcat, clawing and biting at anything that comes near her. But still, Gravy manages to keep up, his movements fluid and precise despite their ferocity. He dodges her attacks with ease, landing blows of his own whenever she's open for even the briefest of moments. The air rushes in and out of her lungs as he chokes her tighter; a desperate gurgling sound escapes from between her lips.

She can feel herself weakening quickly now; her strength beginning to fade as black spots dance at the edge of her vision. Her hands flail helplessly against his powerful grip, scratching futilely at his arms in an attempt to free herself. But it's no use; Gravy is too strong, too skilled for someone like her.

As Kairi finally succumbs to the choking pressure, her body slumps limply in his arms. Her eyelids flutter shut, her face growing pale as death claims its prize. A wave of satisfaction washes over Gravy as he releases her lifeless form, watching with detached interest as she crumples to the ground at his feet.

He turns away then, surveying the clearing where their battle had taken place. There's no trace left of Kairi or her struggle; only a faint red stain on the grass where her blood has seeped into the earth. It's almost as if she never existed at all...

Her muscles scream as the fight goes out of her, and she collapses limply in your grasp. She gasps for air, but there's nothing left for you to squeeze. Her body lies still beneath you; defeated and helpless. You can feel the weight of her lifeless form against yours, pressing down on every inch of your being with a cold finality that chills you to the core.

You wonder if this is how it felt for Nicole...if she ever had a chance at escape or redemption before you ended her life. The thought brings a wave of guilt and shame washing over you, momentarily distracting you from your mission. You push the feelings aside, reminding yourself that Kairi was no different; just another F-ranker who dared to defy you.

With a savage growl, you spin her lifeless form around, taking in her beautiful features one last time before bending down to grab your prize. Her full breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, and for a fleeting moment, you imagine what it might be like to claim her as your own...to take her back to your lair and make her beg for mercy.

But there is no time for such indulgences now; not when there are so many others out there who need to learn their place beneath your bootheel. With a last, dismissive glance at Kairi's lifeless form, you begin to drag it off into the trees, intent on finding another F-ranker to conquer and claim as your own.

*Kairi's body lies still and lifeless beneath the cool shade of the trees, her perfect form exposed to your lustful gaze. You can feel the blood pounding in your ears as you run rough hands over her soft skin, tearing at her clothes until she is bared before you. Her breasts jut proudly from her chest, heavy and full with every breath she doesn't take. They are a stark contrast to her narrow waist and curvy hips; a testament to the beauty of her feminine form.

Her breasts jiggle softly with each impact, nipples already hard from the chill in the air. With a growl that vibrates through her entire body, you finally yank off the last of her clothing, revealing every inch of her perfect nude form to your eager gaze. You lick your lips as you take in her smooth skin and full breasts, the sight making it difficult for him to focus on anything but his desire to claim her completely.

Her flesh is warm and inviting beneath his rough hands, the softness of her curves contrasting starkly with the callous brutality he's shown thus far. He strips away her clothing as if peeling back layers of an onion, revealing more of her to his hungry gaze with each passing moment. Her breasts jiggle and sway with every movement, the nipples hard and aching from his touch.

Gravy kneels between her spread legs, his eager hands skimming over her cool skin as he undresses himself with equal vigor. His breath is hot against her inner thighs, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body despite its lifeless state. He is huge and intimidating; an image that once filled her with fear but now only brings a perverse sense of excitement to the surface.

With one final tug, his pants fall away to reveal his naked form, flushed and sweaty from their recent bout. His cock springs free, hard and imposing against his abdomen, gleaming with pre-cum as it points straight at her helpless body.

Her nude body is laid bare beneath the trees, her limbs cold and lifeless in death. Even so, there's an undeniable beauty to her form that makes you hesitate for a moment, taking in the sight of her smooth skin, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the softness of her thighs. The knowledge that she once stood against you only serves to heighten your pleasure in her submission now.

Her body lies limp beneath you, eyes closed and unseeing as her chest rises and falls in shallow gasps. Her skin is the color of rich dark chocolate, smooth and soft to the touch. You bite back a moan of pleasure as you slide your hand down her flat stomach, past her supple hips, and between her legs. Her thighs part easily for you, allowing you access to her most intimate places. She's wet and eager; a testament to the power you hold over her even in death.

Her legs spread wider beneath you, revealing the soft curls of her pubic hair and the puckered pink folds of her sex. You can feel your own arousal growing harder as you look upon her intimately; a throbbing length pushing against your pants, desperate to be free and inside of her cold, dead body.

Her eyes remain closed, her face serene in death. But deep within those lids, you swear there's a spark of defiance still burning bright. It's as if she knows that even now, you cannot truly own her; that she will always remain free from your control. And it is this knowledge that drives you to want her even more...*