They call me Night, because that's when I come for you.  I never 
work during the day, and make sure noone sees me by the light of the 
sun.  I love the moon, it works a strange passion in me, a dark 
passion that lets me do my owrk. 
   I am an assassin of a particular type, a type known as a Thrill 
Killer.  I am judged quite beautiful, with long, ass length hair, soft 
brown eyes, and full, enticing curves.  I know how to use my body to 
get close to any man or woman.  They cannot resist the strange spell 
the moon weaves over me, but then, neither can I. 
   You were my target, Micheal, a businessman who stood in the way of 
a powerful cartel of computer giants, proud and dangerous men who 
would brook no interference from a small creator of erotic software 
like yourself.  Your company was named Luna Enterprises, and the 
cartel was amused by the idea of you dying at my hands. 
   I met you "accidentally" in the lobby of your building, bumping 
into in a practiced fashion that assured you spilt your hot coffee on 
my clothes.  It hurt, but that's just part of the job, and part of the 
thrill.  You were so considerate, as I knew you would be, and invited 
me up to your apartment to get dry.  Your eyes took in my sleek body, 
sheathed i the now dripping wet evening dress I had chosen for the 
occasion. It was black, with a splash of silvery sparkles across the 
waist.  Wet, It clung to my form tightly, like paint, and showed off 
every curve, every contour of my feminine body.  I pretended not to 
notice your gaze, but my nipples hardened beneath the thin cloth, and 
I knew you has noticed when a bulge appeared in your trousers. 
   When we got up to your apartment, I showered in your bathrom, while 
you made coffee for us both.  I came out, wrapped in a towel, and you 
offered me sweats to wear while my clothes dried, but I refused, 
insisting the towel was enough.  Sweats, indeed....  Our conversation 
over coffee turned to business, and I you the carefully constructed 
lie about my being an unemployed computer programmer looking for a 
job.  I was *so* surprised to learn that you owned a company.  My 
flirting was subtle and discreet.  I wouldn't want you to think I was 
a whore, after all, but I made the point that I was willing to do 
anything to get a job with, or perhaps even without the job...  You 
are very handsome after all. 
   I knew you were a good man, and wouldn't take advantage of me, but 
I also knew youwere enticed, and wished you could, so I began to flirt 
a little more boldly.  I let my eyes show my desire for you, which by 
now was quite real (The full moon helped), and I think that softened 
your resolve not to take advantage of me. 
   It started with your touch on my hand, then a gentle kiss, almost 
timid.  You are shy around me, and I like that, but I see the heat in 
your eyes.  I return your kiss, and emboldened, your hands come around 
my waist and pull me close.  Soon we are kissing hungrily, and your 
hands are all over my towel clad body. 
   "Take me to your bed" I whisper, and your eyes widen.  You are 
hungry for me, and I am hungry for what I desire as well.  You lift me 
gently but with strength, and take me into your room, laying me on 
your king size bed, thick with comforters.  I open my towel, letting 
it fall to the sides as I stretch long and catlike.  Your eyes grow 
wide as you gaze upon my form, my full breasts, nipples hard, and my 
moist pussy.  Yes, lover, I'm already wet for you, I think. 
   You lay beside me and begin to touch and caress my breasts, working 
each nipple even harder.  I like your touch.  I am in control. I make 
you do what I want with a moan or a shifting of my body, and you live 
only to please me.  Soon we are intertwined, our bodies snaking around 
each other, our lips locked.  Your clothes have fallen away, sometimes 
not entirely intact.  I am not a patient woman. 
   As the passions build, I stop you, and smile.  "Safe sex, lover.  
I'll be right back." I grin and hop off the bed, heading for the 
bathroom. 
   I suppose you thought I was going for a condom, and lay back, 
grinning like a fool, and planning what you would do to me.  Same 
here, lover, same here. 
   It must have been a surprise to you when I came back in holding a 
sleek black pistol, fitted with a grim silencer.  The weapon is the 
work of the finest german craftsman of H&K, and only two dozen exist.  
It fired a .45 shell, equipped to cut through flesh without stopping.  
It takes skill to kill with one shot with a weapon like this.  
Luckily, I have skill to spare. 
   I smile as your eyes widen.  I know I will see the terror i your 
eyes, smell the fear of you wafting to my nostrils, its weet heady 
arome the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. 
   But it doesn't happen.  Unarmed and naked on the bed, you still 
smile up at me, no fear.  I move closer, maybe you can't see the 
weapon.  I move onto the bed, and sit on my heels, weapon pointing at 
your heart, and still you are not afraid.  Instead you grow more 
excited.  Your cock gets larger, a fact I find impressive in its own 
right, for you are not a small man.  And then I know. 
   You are like me, one drawn to dark passions by the light of the 
moon.  You aren't afraid, as I wouldn't be.  I look deeply into your 
eyes, and am transfixed by the light of the divine madness therein.  
You reach up, and take the weapon from me.  Your eyes, I can't resist 
them.  You lay me down, and point the weapon at me, at my heart. 
   But then you hesitate, and the spell breaks.  It takes more than 
moon's dark to kill, it takes a coldness inside, and you don't have 
it.  I smile up at you. 
   "You can't kill me, lover.  You don't have it in you."  I can see 
your desire, but you cannot pull the trigger. 
   Your smile fades, and the first taste of fear crosses your eyes.  
Now I am afraid as well.  You are the first moon lover I've had.  You 
cannot be tainted by fear, cannot spoil the moment. 
   I look deeply into your eyes, lending you strength, lending you a 
taste of my coldness.  "You are like me.  The night calls you it does 
me.  Join with me, and love me." 
   You smile and set the weapon aside, and then thrust your cock deep 
into me with a well practiced motion.  I gasp and clutch you tightly 
to me, as the pain and pleasure of your rude impalement washes over 
me.  You thrust hard, like an animal, just how I want you to.  The 
moon energy washes over us, and you snarl, and I snarl, nails digging 
into each other, lips pressed against each others so hard we both 
taste the copper of blood, which only fuels our passion, and its not 
enough.  Not now. 
  I break the kiss.  "I have to kill you, or you have to kill me. I'm 
ready to die for you.  My life has been spent seeking the one perfect 
lover for me, and it's you.  Take the gun, have courage, and kill me." 
   You arc you back, thrusting even deeper into me, as I squirm and 
gasp under you.With one hand you pick up the heavy weapon, and point 
it at my left breast.  No hesitation, no fear, my strength and yours, 
you pull the trigger. Once. 
   The shot strikes me, piercing my breasts, plunging through my 
heart, a killing blow.  The blow slams me hard, rocking the bed, my 
tits jiggling.  My eyes grow wide at the shock of pain and the sudden 
waves of pleasure as I cum.  I feel your hot seed splash my inner 
walls as you come as well, all our passions interweaveing, yours to 
kill, mine to die. 
  The you set the gun down, and lean against me heavily, your eyes on 
mine.  My hot sticky blood bonds us together.  A trickle of red runs 
out of my mouth.  My eyes stare into your, glazing slowly, as the room 
darkens around me.  You hold me tightly.  then sit up, pulling my limp 
body with you.  My arms fall back, and my head would as well, except 
you hold it up with a hand behind my neck, staring deeply into my 
dying eyes, a silent plea in your gaze. 
   If only I have the strength.  You set me upon your cock, which is 
again hard and ready and slide me in.  I have only enough energy for 
the task at hand, this work must be yours.  You gently lay me back 
down, and begin to carefully thrust into my cunt, your hands working 
my breasts, feeling my wounded heart slowing slowing. 
   Then you jerk over me, eyes filling with pain and pleasure, and 
collapse onto me.  The gun falls from my nerveless fingers as your 
weight sends me siralling down.  You cum inside me with life as I die.  
Your eyes give silent thanks as they glaze.  We of the moon seek to 
kill and die.  We have given each other both of our passions.  It is 
complete. 
   Your lips meet mine, and you gaze into my eyes as the light fades 
from them and I die under you.  My lips grow still, my heart stops 
unde your hand.  Knowing I am dead, lips still locked on mine, you 
join me in the light of the moon. 


   Hope you like this, I wrote it on the fly.  I loved the gladiator 
story.  Do you prefer a bloody death?  I don't mind at all.  But 
sometimes I like a clean, intact corpse as well.  Maybe you could do a 
story for me about strangling me?  That would be nice.  I like strong 
gentle hands.