“Wh… why!? Why did you kill me…” The farmer said as he laid nearly motionless on the barn floor, a single cut near his neck the entrance for the vile paralytic poison. Mira laughed as the last of the poison overtook him, preventing him from even continuing his verbal protests, but she knew he could very much still hear her.
“Oh you will be very alive, in about six hours or so when my poison wears off…” Mira said with a grin, “This is purely a meeting of opportunity. I was in the area, you have a cock, I need a good fuck, it just made sense. Enjoy it, or at least the best you can while laying there.”
Mira licked her lips as she pulled out her daggers and began to slowly cut up the farmers pant leg, eyeing the massive bulge below his suspenders. “Oh my… I can tell this is going to require a bit more finesse.”