Zed meets Ahri

This is my opening of an erotic roleplay I did with a friend. I can't post the rest of it for obvious reasons, but the opening is SFW.

The flame upon the candle shuddered subtly as the body of an old noble dropped lifelessly to the floor. The shadows faded around Zed. "Another successful contract" he thought to himself. He flicked his arms ever so slightly; in a perfectly trained manner that caused his wristblades to pull back into his gauntlets. Blood dripped down along the back of his hand and ran down his fingers, and though he felt it, he didn't bother brushing it away. He had done this too many times. The bright glow in his red eyes gently dimmed as he calmed down from the rush of the brief battle. The old, dead noble lying on the ground was no match for Zed, but there's something about being in combat that never changes regardless of who you fight; the rush of adrenaline that you always feel regardless of whether you're dueling a mouse or a giant. As his heart rate normalized, Zed closed his eyes for a brief moment to gather himself. Then he opened them once more; a dark red glow, as he squatted down in front of the body. He snapped his fingers, and a shadowy wisp began to form above his palm, eventually taking the shape of a feather. This soft, gentle item is a feather of an ancient Ionian bird whose feathers are magically enchanted to change color when touching the blood of someone who had been placed under an assassination contract. For proof of the kill. Zed gently slid the feather across the neck of his fallen target where he had thrust his blades just a minute ago. Sure enough, the feather changed from a bright, enchanting white, to black with an aura of red. Zed stood back up; feather floating above his palm. With a brief moment of focus, the feather's form faded into a shadow, then dissipated. He would bring it back when he returns to his Shadow Temple, to show it to his most recent employer and collect his payment. As the blood on the ground began to pool near his greaves, he began to move back towards the window through which he snuck into his target's room. With one foot on the window sill, he paused. Turning over his shoulder, he threw a shuriken at the candle. It fell to the floor flame-first, killing the flame. The room fell dark as he jumped down to the ground. It was a sizeable height, but he was agile enough to handle it, landing on the ground with a quick frontflip to absorb the fall. A new shuriken slowly formed where the previous one was holstered on his back; bit by bit forming with shadow magic. He gazed pensively up at the moonlit sky briefly before looking ahead and getting back on his way home to his assassin students, and to his eagerly waiting employer.

Zed's steps were unconsciously careful, while simultaneously swift. As he stepped among the trees, he did not break even the most fragile of twigs underfoot. He made sure to take advantage of the shadowed areas of the forest that were not lit by the moon to speed up his advance. Shadows made him faster. Even when passing through moonlit areas, he made sure to maximize his time beneath branches and beneath canopies, even if the brief moments in shadow increase his speed by the slimmest of margins.

But one particularly bright beam of moonlight took his interest. He stopped moving to look in its direction and it is not often that something can turn Zed away from his current goal, whatever it may be. He saw a...figure, in the moonlight. A small one. At the foot of the tree. And he swore he could see little sparkles in the moonbeam. He turned away, facing again towards the direction to his temple, but then he looked back at the figure and he thought he saw something move just the slightest inch. Something twitched. What was it?

Curiousity got the better of him, but he decided to be very, very careful. Not even risking breaking a twig, even despite his training, he instead decided to sink into the ground and travel via shadow. It took a decent amount of time to use this magic, and its range is somewhat limited, but he took no chances. After three seconds, he completed sinking into the ground. He was literally a shadow. He travelled to the next shadow; a long, thin line cast by a branch overhead. He rose up to his feet again. Two-point-eight seconds this time. "I seem to be getting a little better at this" he thought to himself, as he now took a closer look at the figure in the moonlight. He saw another twitch. It looked like...a tail? It was curved, around...something. Was it a person?

He sank down again. Turning into a shadow; his red eyes glowing transparently until they were down as well. This time, he moved three branches closer before rising again. He was close now. Very close. He could see what it is. What...she is.

It is a woman. Even in her sleep, with her eyes closed, Zed was sure that she was among the most beautiful women he has ever seen. Her fox ears gently twitched as she slept, and her tails looked so very soft to the touch. He wasn't sure if he wanted to wake her. Was she a spirit? Or a demon? Should he wake her at all, he wondered? He shook these thoughts from his head. He removed his mask, dissolving it into shadow above his palm, sending it into his shadow inventory, and pulled back the hood of his red cloak. His long, straight, black hair went down to the back of his neck. His bangs loosely framed one of his cheeks, but not the other. One of his eyebrows had a gap in it where a scar was running down across it and down along one of his cheeks. The rest of his face was only very slightly scarred by minor blade hits; but that strike in particular was the one that stood out among all others. His red eyes were open slightly wide in wonder as he brought his hand down to the girl's head, gently and slowly. His hand was in the form of a gentle pet as it slowly closed the distance. Getting closer...and closer...