~Opal~

It was 7:30 PM; time to do what she did best. Shifting her body into that of the Chief of Cyber-Security’s wife, she prepared herself to once again demonstrate her talents. Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a delicious feast. After all, he was an enemy combatant.

“Dear... I’m home from work!” Opal piped as she was teleported in front of the chestnut door.

Before long, target appeared. A thin, green-eyed, slightly muscular man with long, blond hair clad in blue jeans and a red muscle shirt. She inwardly grinned as he approached.

Approaching her, the man smiled. He quickly motioned to the narrow, tan-carpeted staircase. He then spoke, “Do you want the normal treatment?”

“Oh, dear... I know you like to keep me at a low level of stress, but sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough for you...,” Opal sighed, looking away with an expression of falsified guilt, “I wanted to make you happy, so I... uhm... studied some books on... er... ‘mystic tantra’.”

The target’s emotional wavelength seemed to sink into slight shyness, but also excitement. The energy in his lower chakras seemed to spike. She was succeeding.

The target swallowed, grasping his neck in nervousness. He clearly wanted to do this, but it was imperative not to come onto him too strongly, lest he catch onto her facade.

Slowly turning towards the staircase, the target spoke, “Do you really want this, Laya?”

“Yes... of course I do. You’ve done so much for me, after all. It’s the least I could have done for you,” Opal’s spoke as she removed her Coconuts T-shirt, enticing her prey further.

The target gulped again, motioning for her to follow him up the stairs. She obliged him,

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She made her way through the olive-colored hall, the velvety texture of the scarlet carpet hitting her now-human feet as she disrobed. Soon, they reached the bedroom.

As he laid upon the gray sheets, she joined him. She kissed him, mimicking the passion of his wife. She stroked his chest, moving down the length of his body as he released a groan.

“How am I doing?” Opal whispered the question into his ear as she touched his member, tenderly stroking it until it became erect.

With a relaxed smile, the target spoke on a moan, “So--- great...”

Preparing for her signature Cowgirl style, Opal bent upon her knees, expertly rubbing every inch of her vulva against the tip of his member. His groans only verified that her tactic were working. She lowered herself until he was fully inside her, proceeding to ride him with the most proficient of movements.

He barely lasted for more than three minutes before he climaxed inside her. Pathetic really. In any case, it was done. She released all restraint on herself, allowing her dark instincts to take hold.

Her arms shot out as if they were made from rubber, her fingernails extending into his head, searching, clamoring for every single strap of information she would need. Passwords, key-codes, IP addresses, IDs, every piece of the puzzle needed to utterly demolish the Paradox New Station’s cybernetic division.

The target’s body slowly lost color, then muscle, then fat, then moisture, finally becoming a dried husk of its former self. With a burst of hellfire, she burned the remains.

A knock came from the door. It was his wife.

Opal shifted into the form of the target as his wife entered the room. However, she barely had control. It was if she was on the inside looking out. Her body pulled the female into her grasp with dark telekinesis, ripping the clothes from her body.

‘No... I have to stop!’

She was doing it.

She was doing the one thing she vowed to never do.

She was raping an innocent woman to death.

The screams, cries and sobs made it seem as if she was her own father as he tore apart her innocent, young insides as she begged him to stop.

On the outside, she grinned in a sadistic manner fit for a demon.

On the inside, she was wailing in terror and self-loathing.

By the end of the event, she had absorbed not only the nutrients, but all of the innocent victim’s physical matter.

By the end of the event, she had recovered from her dark instincts.

By the end of the event, she had broken down in tears.