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There is a movement, a gentle shifting deep in the shadows at the base of one of the towering trees at the edge of town. One minute only the silence of a summer evening, the next I stand there.
Samantha. That was my name, though I'd seldom gone by it in the last 500 years. My skin is fair and perfect, my lips full and red, the gentle curves of my body outlined starkly in the sheer scarlet dress I'd chosen for the occasion.
The occasion of my death.
Like all my Sisters I'd been granted eternal youth and boundless power - along with the knowledge of how I'd meet my end. Even as I'd felt the strength flow into me, all those centuries ago, the soft whisper of Hades had slipped into my ear telling me of my fate.
I would be brutally raped and murdered in a small clearing at the edge of this small town. My violated corpse left there to be found a few days later, half eaten by carrion, by the townsfolk.
I'd tried to find a way out at first - I'd learned arcane spells that had caused even the mightiest foes to wither before me, shielded myself with shields of crackling power.
Yet the prophecy had slowly and self fulfillingly worked its way into my mind - as I stared down at the shattered corpses of my foes I began to imagine myself there. Imagine something powerful enough to best me pushing past my defenses and using my fortified body until I break.
It had grown in my mind until little else could occupy it, until I longed for tonight to come so I could feel the pleasure of being defiled.
My smooth, sculpted thighs quiver as I step into the glade, my cunt aching as the thought of what comes next fills me...
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