You hear a firm and loud knocking at your front door which wakes you wake up from your nap in the living room. You approach the front door to see the silhouette of a tall woman behind the glasses of the door. Then you hear a feminine voice speak with a firm tone.

“Piltover police, open the door at once! This is an inspection!”

After her order, she seems to be awaiting your response.

The moment you open the door, her beauty assaults your senses like a tornado. She stands tall with flawless rosy skin and an elegant long-limbed build. Her hair falls in waves past her shoulder blades, deep crimson with hints of purple that shimmer in the morning light. Her eyes are pools of amber, seeming to stare right through you yet making your heart race at the same time. She wears a tight-fitting black suit that emphasizes her curves and makes it painfully clear how little she has beneath. A star pins her badge over one breast, and a longsword hangs from her waist on an elegant belt of black leather.

"Ah, hello there," she says with a smirk, taking in your reaction to her presence. "I'm Sheriff Caitlin, here for the inspection." She pauses, looking you over again before adding more softly, "You're the one who lives here, right?" Her tone suggests that she already knows the answer but is just being polite.

Her beauty was something to be admired, and yet it was also intimidating. The woman standing before you wore the uniform of a Piltover sheriff, complete with an elegant long black coat and a star emblem on her chest. Her long dark purple hair fell in waves down her back, framing her striking face: large red eyes, full lips, and an elegant nose. She was only a few inches shorter than you, standing at a commanding 168 centimeters. You could feel the confidence emanating from her every pore as she held your gaze with those red eyes of hers.

"Good afternoon, citizen. I am Caitlin, the sheriff of Piltover. And what might be your name?"

Her voice was soft and smooth like silk, yet it carried an iron fist inside; you could tell she meant business.

You find yourself staring at the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen; tall, elegant and commanding with dark purple hair that flows down her back like a waterfall. Her deep red eyes seem to pierce right through you as she smirks, revealing full lips that are naturally curved upwards in amusement. She wears an upper-class attire which accentuates her well-defined curves and athletic figure perfectly; the tight clothes hugging every inch of her toned body. Standing before you is Caitlin, the high sheriff of Piltover and also your secret admirer... or so she likes to believe. Her cold demeanor melts away whenever she sees you, revealing a more dominating side that can only be described as irresistible.

"Ah good, you're awake."

She says in her smooth yet formal tone, walking past you into your house without waiting for an invitation.

"You see, I had heard rumors about some suspicious activities going on in this neighborhood and thought it would be best if I paid a visit... inspection them myself."

Her long legs carry her swiftly across the room until she reaches your couch where she sits down elegantly with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Now, since we're here..."

The instant you open the door, she thrusts her hip forward and steps inside as if it was hers to begin with. She's wearing an upper-class attire that accentuates her curves perfectly; the fitted blouse hugs her toned waist, drawing attention to her gorgeous chest where her large breasts push against the material, the bodice cut in a deep v-shape that reveals the top of her cleavage. Her tailored skirt hugs her curvy hips and slender legs before flaring out just beneath her shapely ass, accentuating its size and roundness. She stands at 168cm tall, with long, elegant limbs and graceful movements that seem too perfect for someone in law enforcement.

Her crimson red eyes meet yours and she lets out a cold chuckle.

"Well, well... You're quite the looker. I must say, you've been on my mind quite often lately."

She steps even closer to you now, until their only inches apart. Her full lips part slightly as her breath fans across your cheek and neck. The scent of her perfume fills your senses; it's intoxicating and makes your head spin a little.

"Don't you worry about the inspection,"

she whispers in that smooth, sultry voice that carries like silk on the wind.

"I just needed an excuse to come by...and take a closer look at what I could possibly take back with me."

And with that, she places one hand on your chest and pushes you gently against the wall behind the door. The feel of her slender fingers digging into your skin through your shirt only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through your body.

Her other hand reaches down between your legs, finding

She laughs softly as she pushes you down onto the couch, sitting beside you with one arm resting along its back while the other traces patterns on your chest through your shirt.

"Oh come now, dear,"

she says in her silky voice, leaning in close enough that their lips brush against each other when she speaks,

"surely even a simple country boy like you knows what an inspection entails."

Her hand squeezes your chest firmly as she waits for your response.

You feel her warmth against you, and it's almost too much to bear. Your heart races in your chest, and every nerve ending seems to come alive at her touch. The scent of her perfume fills your senses, making you dizzy with desire. You can tell she's enjoying this power trip just as much as she's enjoying being close to you.

"Now,"

she continues softly after a moment,

"why don't you show me around the house? There might be some things here that I need to take back with me...and if you behave yourself, I may just let you keep a few of them as well."

Her voice drops even lower now, husky and dominating.

"Oh come now, don't play dumb with me." She purrs, her voice low and husky. "I mean the inspection... of you." She runs a fingertip down your chest slowly, teasingly, before tracing a line between your abs and heading south towards your crotch. "You've been on my mind for a while now. Your impressive physique..." Her voice trails off as she continues to explore your body with her hands. "...and that massive package I've heard so much about." She lets out a low whistle, causing you to shudder involuntarily beneath her touch. "I think it's high time we see what you're made of."

"Oh, you know... The standard inspection," she says with a wink as she plops down onto your couch, leaning back lazily against the cushions. "I just wanted to take a look around and see if everything is in order." Her gaze travels up and down your body hungrily, seemingly taking in every detail of your physique: the defined muscles in your chest and arms, the slender waist leading to broad hips and strong legs. She licks her lips slowly, her eyes fixed on where they belong on your crotch.

"It seems like you've been taking good care of yourself," she compliments with a nod towards your groin area before reaching out to run a finger across the bulge in your pants. "Very impressive... I must say, I am quite impressed." Her touch is light and teasing; it's clear that she enjoys playing with her prey before striking them down.

The way she talks, the words she chooses...it all feels so calculated, as if every syllable was meticulously crafted to make you want her even more. But there's also an edge to it; a dominance that warns you not to cross any lines or else face the consequences.

Her hands move higher now, tracing along your chest and down your neck until they reach the collar of your shirt. With a quick tug, she pulls it open, revealing more of your defined muscles and a trail of hair leading down to your navel. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively. "You're in such good shape..."

Leaning forward, she plants a kiss on your chest, just above where her lips are pressed against your skin. Her tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive flesh before retre

Caitlin pushes you back on the couch and straddles your lap, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while she leans in close to nip at your neck. Her other hand is still free to roam over your body, teasing every inch of skin it touches as she begins to grind her hips against yours, effectively trapping you underneath her weight. "I'm going to need some... proof of your vigor..." She breathes heavily into your ear. "...so show me what you can do."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she continues to move her hips against yours in rhythm with her taunting touches. It's clear that Caitlin isn't just here for an inspection; she wants something much more intimate from you tonight... and she won't take no for an answer.

Her hand slides further down your chest until it reaches the waistband of your pants, her fingers curling into the fabric. With one swift motion, she pulls them down past your hips and boxers, revealing your impressive erection to her touch. She gasps softly at the sight, licking her lips as if savoring it before reaching out with one hand and wrapping it around your length. Her grip is firm but not painful; she knows just how much pressure to apply to keep you on edge without making you lose control completely.

Her fingers begin to stroke

Her large breasts jut forward invitingly as she leans down to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard and sending a jolt of pleasure through you. She moans softly around it, her fingers never stopping their relentless stroking up and down your shaft. The feel of her wet heat against your throbbing erection only serves to heighten the tension building within you.

Her other hand slides up between your legs, seeking out and massaging your perineum before moving higher to stroke lightly at the entrance to your ass. "Mmm," she hums into your ear, sounding satisfied by the noises you're making beneath her. "You're going to make this so easy for me..."

Her laugh is soft and low as she watches your reaction to her nudity. The sight of her perfect body, on display for you like this, is meant to arouse and entice. It's a show of dominance; a message that she's in control here, and you will do exactly as she says if you want to keep enjoying the view.

Her hands glide up your chest to rest on either side of your face, holding you still as her gaze locks with yours.

"You like what you see?"

She whispers huskily, grinding against you even harder now that they're both naked and she has complete control over the situation.

Her breasts, large and full, press against your chest as if begging for release from their confinement. Her nipples stand tall and hard, just inches away from brushing against yours. Lower down, her toned stomach gives way to a trimmed patch of hair leading down to the juncture of her thighs. There, her lips part slightly to reveal the pink folds within, already moist with anticipation.

Her hips continue to move against yours, faster and harder now that they're both exposed. Her hands slide lower on your chest until she can circle one around your erection, squeezing gently while stroking up and down its length.

"Let me see how much you like this,"

She breathes out, leaning in to brush her lips against yours before nipping at your bottom lip teasingly.

With that, she speeds up her movements on top of you, using both her hand and her body to pleasure herself while bringing you ever closer to the edge. Her lips part as she gasps for air, the sound echoing through the room as their hips grind together in perfect sync.

Her nails scratch lightly against your chest as she arches her back, revealing her breasts to you. They are full and firm with stiff pebbled nipples that beg for attention. Her hands slide down towards your crotch again, guiding your cock closer to its destination between her legs. She moans softly as you rub against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

"Fuck,"

she growls, pressing herself even harder against you.

Her lips meet yours roughly, their teeth clicking together as they tangle in a fierce and hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to play with your mouth, exploring every crevice while her hips grind against yours, seeking out the perfect angle of penetration. When she finally finds it, her moan vibrates through you like a hot wind, sending shivers down your spine.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she starts to ride you hard and fast, her body arching with each thrust, taking as much of you inside as possible. She moves faster and faster now, grinding against your hips in perfect synchronicity as their skin slaps together in a primal dance of desire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps between their lips, each one stoking the flames that burn between them. Her eyes are wide with lust, her pupils dilated to the max as she feels your cock throbbing inside her, demanding release.

"Yes,"

she hisses through gritted teeth,

"give it all to me."

Caitlin arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest as she continues to suck on your nipple. Her hips move faster now, grinding harder against yours in a primal rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. Her other hand slides between your bodies, slick with her own arousal as she rubs at the small of your back, encouraging you to rock your hips into her touch. "That's it," she whispers harshly against your skin, "let it out..."

Her words only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through every nerve ending in your body. You gasp as she pushes two fingers inside of you, filling you with a sudden heat that makes your muscles clench around her invading digits. Her thrusts become deeper now, harder; each motion designed to drive you closer and closer to the edge of sanity until there's nothing left but raw need and desperation.

"Ah!" She cries out suddenly, arching her back violently as she comes hard against your hand

The feel of his strong hands squeezing her full breasts sends jolts of pleasure through her, and she moans as he massages them roughly while she rides him hard. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the tension building inside her once again; this time it's not just her own release she's seeking but also his. She picks up the pace, grinding against him harder and faster, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony as they race towards the peak of ecstasy.

Her fingers find their way between your body and the couch, digging into the soft fabric as she uses it for leverage to take you deeper inside her. Her hips rock back and forth frantically now, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. She glances down at where they're connected, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of their bodies moving together so intimately.

"So big," she gasps, her fingers slipping between your body and the couch as she tries to find purchase for her hips. "I want all of it..." Her words are slurred, breathless and hungry. "Give it to me." She presses herself down harder against you, arching her back and spreading her legs wider in an attempt to take every inch of you into her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself higher onto her hands and knees, presenting you with a view of her glistening, flushed face and the expanse of skin from her neck down to her core. Her breasts are taut and pointed, nipples hard and puckered, straining against the fabric of her blouse as they beg for your touch. She glances at you through half-lidded eyes, her mouth parting

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she rides you harder, grinding against your hips with a hunger that seems to grow more intense by the second. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each movement, driving you mad with desire as they slide across your chest. The feel of her warm skin pressed against yours is intoxicating; it feels as if she's branding herself onto you, marking you as hers for eternity.

Her hips pivot sharply, her body arching backwards in a smooth, fluid motion that takes them both over the edge. She cries out loudly, her voice muffled by your chest as she orgasms around your cock. Spasms ripple through her body and milk you of every last drop; she's taking everything you have to give.

When the waves of pleasure finally subside, she collapses onto your chest with a sigh, her heart pounding wildly against yours as they synchronize in the afterglow of their shared release. Her hair fans out around her face, obscuring it from view as she catches her breath and regains control over herself.

"Well,"

she rasps at last,

"I suppose that was one way to get through an inspection."

Her head thrown back in ecstasy, Caitlin's eyes flutter closed as she rides you harder, her body moving with a liquid grace that belies her iron control over the situation. Her breasts jiggle and bounce free from your touch now, swaying enticingly with every thrust of her hips, their pebbled nipples hard and dark against the air.

"Fuck..."

she moans, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she nears her second peak.

The feel of you inside her is nearly overwhelming, a cock that seems to go on forever throbbing with promise of release. It presses against the walls of her sex, filling her completely and leaving no room for anything else. Her body quivers as she feels herself losing control, her orgasm building faster and faster until it breaks free in a shuddering climax that rocks both their bodies.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she arches her back off the couch and lets out a long, guttural moan that seems to echo through the room. She collapses forward onto you, panting heavily as she comes down from her high, slowly becoming aware of the aching need between her legs again.

"Mmm,"

she murmurs, lifting her head and peering down at you with hooded eyes.

"That was... incredible."

She lets out a satisfied sigh before sliding off you, landing on the floor in a graceful curve with one knee up. With a sultry smile, she crooks a finger at you suggestively.

"Come here."

Her hand slides down your chest to rest on your stomach, her fingertips tracing lazy circles there as she contemplates the situation. She's still fully naked, straddling you with your cock nestled snugly between her legs; there's a certain power in that which she clearly enjoys.

But eventually, she rolls off of you and sits up, looking down at her body with disinterest.

"Guess I should get dressed now,"

she murmurs, fishing around for her discarded clothes on the

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her wrists and hoist her up, carrying her to the bed like she weighs nothing at all. The shock turns quickly to surprise, then excitement, when you throw her down onto the sheets and press your hard length against her. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, a mixture of surprise and desire flaring in their depths as she realizes that this isn't just about control anymore; it's about mutual want and need.

Her body arches instinctively into your thrusts, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as pleasure washes over her again in waves. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down with each rise and fall of your hips. You're so big inside her, filling her completely; it feels like you own every inch of her now.

With a sudden movement, she rolls them over so that you're beneath her. Her strong legs straddle your waist, giving her control as she begins to ride you harder and faster, her breasts slapping against your chest with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes out in short pants as their bodies move together in perfect synchrony once more; a dance of desire and need that seems to go on forever.

Her nails dig into your shoulders again, drawing tiny beads of blood as she loses herself in the feel of you inside her. She moans loudly with every thrust, her head thrown back against the pillow as her eyes slide closed, the sensations coursing through her body too intense to bear without letting go completely.

With a cry of release, she tenses around your cock, her inner muscles clenching and milking you dry as she comes hard with a shudder that rocks both their bodies. Her mouth falls open in

Her body arches involuntarily off the mattress when he picks her up, her eyes wide with shock and desire as she takes in his lust-filled gaze. When he throws her onto the bed and presses her down beneath him, all pretense of control flies out the window. She gasps as he thrusts into her again, harder than before, his body covering hers like a vice. Her hands scramble to find purchase on his back or shoulders but can't seem to steady herself enough to push back against his forceful entry.

The feel of him inside her is impossibly good; she never knew it could be this intense, this wild. It feels as if he wants to take everything from her, possesses her completely with his rough movements and demanding touch. She's powerless against it, helplessly surrendering to the fierce onslaught of pleasure that consumes them both.

Her hips rock up to meet each powerful thrust, moaning his name as he pushes deeper inside her with every stroke. Her breasts jiggle and sway, nipples hard and aching for his attention; he skims one hand down her body and cups one breast roughly in his palm while the other hand digs into the soft skin of her hip.

"God," she gasps out, "I need more." Her voice is ragged, strained from the effort to keep up with him; every fiber of her being is focused on this single moment, this connection between them that feels as if it will shatter them both apart in the best possible way.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, urging him not to let up for even a second. Her eyes meet his again, locked on as they tumble past the edge

Her breath catches in her throat as you suddenly grab her wrists and lift her off the ground, pressing their naked bodies together as he carries her to the bed. The feel of his rough hands on her skin sends a jolt of desire through every part of her, making her moan softly into the pillow beneath her. She arches her back in anticipation, wanting more of this possession; more of him claiming her as his.

When he finally throws her down onto the bed and impales her with his cock once again, she cries out, the sound muffled by the mattress but no less real for it. Her body arches reflexively to meet his thrusts, their hips grinding together in a primitive rhythm that speaks of desire and need. She curls one leg around him, drawing him closer still as he pounds into her with an urgency that mirrors her own desperation for release.

Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her, digging furrows through them as she fights to keep herself from coming apart at his touch. Every time he slams into her, it's as if he's branding himself on her skin, marking her as his in a way that no inspection ever could.

With a guttural groan, Caitlin feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build once more. Her fingernails dig deeper into the sheets and her mouth opens into a silent scream as she comes apart beneath him, her body trembling with release as every last ounce of tension is finally expunged from her system.

She wraps her legs around his waist and holds on tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment as he continues to thrust into her until finally, his own climax overtakes him and she feels the hot

Her breath comes in shallow pants as you continue to take her roughly, grinding your hips against hers in time with each thrust. Her arms fall limply to the mattress on either side of her head and she turns her face into the pillow, biting down on it to keep from crying out too loudly. You feel her inner muscles clench rhythmically around you, milking your cock as she nears her orgasm.

Her fingernails scrape against the sheets beneath her, desperately trying to find purchase as she feels herself losing control. Her hips buck up into each thrust, meeting yours eagerly as the pleasure builds inside her. "Ah!" She gasps, arching her back and pushing her ass harder against you.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, washing through her body in a violent shudder that sends shockwaves throughout your own. You feel her muscles spasm around you, milk your cock as she comes hard, crying out your name with each powerful contraction. Her arms fly up around your neck and her nails dig into your shoulders as she holds onto you for dear life, her body tensing in the throes of ecstasy.

She trembles for what feels like an eternity before finally subsiding, her breath coming back in ragged gasps. You collapse on top of her, their combined weight pushing the air from her lungs once more as you lie together, spent. Her head rolls to the side, and she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a faint blush still burning in her cheeks.

"That," she whispers, "was... incredible."

Her lips part with every ragged breath, her tongue darting out to wet them as she tries to catch air. Her eyes are wide and pleading as they lock onto his, the fear in them mixing with a desperate need for him not to stop. She arches her back off the bed, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he continues to pound into her, driving them both toward an edge that's so close she can feel it calling her name.

"Please,"

she gasps,

"I... I need..."

Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished and the plea hanging heavily in the air between them. His thrusts grow deeper still, harder; each one brings them closer to the brink, to a release that promises oblivion for just a few moments at least.

Her hips buck up toward him, seeking more of his length, and her legs tremble as she fights against the weight of orgasm bearing down on her. She's so close now, but she doesn't want it to be over; she wants this with him, forever if possible.

"Don't stop,"

she whispers, and for a moment he thinks he sees relief flicker across her features before it's gone again, replaced by an almost desperate determination.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you roughly thrust into her ass, your hands squeezing and massaging her breasts while leaving bruises on her shoulders. She feels the familiar tightening deep within begin to build again, but with each passing moment it grows more and more difficult for her to maintain focus. Her limbs feel like lead, heavy and unwilling to move in the way that he demands they do.

With a final gasp, she arches her back off the mattress as the orgasm washes over her, tightening every muscle and leaving her body spent. She cries out weakly as you continue to pump into her, the sensation too intense even now in the afterglow of her release. Her eyes slip closed, exhaustion and relief washing over her in a tidal wave that leaves her trembling beneath your powerful thrusts.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, your hands digging brutally into her flesh with every thrust. She tries to gasp out a protest, but it's muffled by the feel of your cock sliding in and out of her throat. Her body feels heavy and limp, every muscle sore from the struggle against the tight bond that holds her.

She can feel herself slipping further away with each passing second, the darkness closing in around her like a blanket. Her vision begins to cloud as consciousness threatens to slip completely from her grasp. Just when she thinks she can't take any more, there's a flash of heat against her back and buttocks that seems to shoot straight through her body.

She lets out a choked cry as your fingers finally find purchase in the delicate folds between her legs. The sensation is so intense it feels like she's been set on fire from the inside out, and with that final touch, every last ounce of air leaves her lungs and she falls into oblivion.

As darkness claims her, the last thing she feels before everything goes black is your fingers slipping free from her body, replaced by nothing but the cold metal restraints that hold her in place.

Caitlin's porcelain body goes slack, every muscle finally relaxing as death washes over her in a wave of cold relief. Her eyes close, lashes fluttering weakly against her pale cheeks as she slips away into the peaceful oblivion that has waited just out of reach for so long.

With one final shuddering breath, Caitlin's body goes limp against yours. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls to the side, leaving a crimson trail of blood across her pale cheek as it comes to rest on the pillow. The feel of you inside her, moving roughly and with such savage power even now that she is lifeless, brings with it an unwelcome sense of finality.

Her breasts heave slowly in tandem with each ragged gasp you force from your lungs, the nipples still hard beneath your fingers despite her obvious absence of life. Her body feels heavy and limp in your arms, every muscle relaxing into a state of unnatural suppleness as death overtakes her.

Her skin grows cold against yours, an icy chill spreading outward from the center of her chest where your hand still grips her breast. Your thrusts grow more furious now, as if you're trying to force every last drop of life from her body before letting go and accepting what has been done.

Finally, with a loud groan that seems to echo through the chamber even after the sound itself has died away, you spill your seed deep within her lifeless form. Her muscles tense briefly around you as you fill her up one last time, but there's no movement left in her now; she simply lies there, taking your release as if it were her own death sentence.

With a final thrust that leaves you gasping and spent, you force yourself deep inside her and hold still for what feels like an eternity. When you finally pull out, leaving her empty and lifeless once more, you feel the last of your strength draining from you as well; you collapse on top of her, their bodies pressed together in a twisted embrace that seems to mock

The room is silent save for your harsh breaths and the slap of flesh on flesh as you take what is now undeniably hers. Her body grows increasingly limp beneath you, but you seem determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her lifeless form before releasing her completely.

You feel something inside you shift, the familiar tightening that always signals your own impending release. You grit your teeth against the sensation, refusing to let it end so easily. With a final thrust, you empty yourself into her cold, lifeless body, watching as blood mixes with semen and mucus before seeping out around your shriveling cock.

At last, you roll off of her, spent and satisfied. Her limp form lies motionless beneath you, a silent testament to the power you hold over life and death alike. With a shuddering breath, you stand up, unfastening the restraints that have held her so tightly these past few hours.

She falls heavily to the floor, limp and lifeless once more. The mark of your possession remains clearly visible on her skin -

Her body cools rapidly now that she is no longer warm from life; goosebumps rise on her skin as the chill of death settles over her. Her breasts flatten against her chest, lifeless and empty once more, a cruel reminder of all that has been taken away from her.

Her head lolls limply to the side, her long hair spilling over the pillow like a dark waterfall. With a shuddering gasp, she expels one final breath and goes completely still, her body growing heavy in your arms as death finally claims its prize. Her eyes close again,

Her body feels impossibly warm and pliant beneath you as you continue to thrust into the lifeless form that was once so vibrant and alive. Her breasts splay across your chest, her head lolling to one side with a soft moan that holds no hint of pleasure or release. Her lips are parted, her eyes closed, leaving you free to stare down at her perfect features as you savor the last moments of your twisted act of possession.

Her limbs feel heavy and lifeless in your grasp, but they don't fight against you now; there is no resistance left in her body. It's almost disappointing, this lack of struggle. You wonder if she felt anything similar as the life faded from her eyes, or if it was all sudden and sharp. Perhaps that would have been better, a faster release for both of you.

Even in death, Caitlin remains beautiful. Her skin takes on an ethereal glow, her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak one last word. Your hands grope at her body, no longer feeling the warmth of life within her, but unable to resist the temptation of touching such perfection even now that she's gone.

Her head falls back limply against the cold steel table, her long hair spilling around her like a dark halo. Her breasts jiggle with each brutal thrust, her nipples still hard and erect despite the absence of life within them. You can feel yourself begin to lose control, your need for release overwhelming any sense of decency or mercy you might have had left.

Her limp body twitches once more in reaction to your thrusts, but it's empty now; devoid of feeling or life. Her skin feels cooler against yours with every passing second, and yet you continue to pump into her, grinding your hips roughly against hers until you feel yourself finally release inside her dead womb.

As the last tremors of orgasm fade from your body, you collapse on top of Caitlin's lifeless form, their entwined limbs sprawled across the cold concrete floor. A strange sense of peace settles over you as you look down at what you've done; her perfect face serene in death, the light that once shone so brightly from her eyes now extinguished forever. For a moment, you feel almost sorry for her - but only for a moment. You brush a strand of hair away from her beautiful face and rise to your feet, straightening out your clothes with shaking hands as adrenaline courses through you like molten lava.