Damien Kova
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Birthday Rumors
🕑 Added 2022-05-06 22:00:04 +0000 UTCAssassins were always people of stories that you heard while you were growing up. People that would take someone else's life for one reason or another. All the stories that you heard made it seem like they only went after those that were in power. Those that were corrupted in one way or another. Though, the stories never made it seem like there was a "good guy" at the end of the day. You heard these stories for years. But, after a while, you never once believed they were real.
Hitmen, assassins, werewolves, vampires, trolls. Every fairy tale over the years that you heard. All of them were fake in your mind. After all, how could they be real? What kind of monster would be able to end someone else's life without a second thought simply because they were paid to do so?
Unfortunately, you found out on the night that you were to turn 30.
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Everything about your day was the same as it always was. The cute girl at the coffee shop that you got along with had the day off, you went to work and did your job just the same as you always had. There were talks that some people in the business were disappearing one after the other, but rumors always flew in your line of work, so it was nothing that you paid attention to. Even when you got home and made your way into the shower, not a single thing about your day was unusual.
Right up until the moment that you opened the door to your bedroom and saw a woman looking at you from across the room. For a moment, you thought you were seeing things. How could someone break into your home without anything seeming out of the ordinary? How would she end up in your bedroom without making a sound? These thoughts ran through your mind as you rubbed your eyes, hoping that you were just seeing things in the night.
Unfortunately, when you opened them again, that wasn’t the case. The woman still sat across the room, her red eyes seemingly glowing in the dark as her focus remained locked on you. And for an instant, you wondered if you should make a run for it, grab the phone and call the cops. But it was at that moment that the rumors you heard during the day came back to your mind, prompting you to speak up and call to her. “What do you want? Are you part of those rumors I’ve been hearing at work?”
“Not me specifically.” The woman’s voice was calm and stoic, almost like she had grown tired of waiting on you to get to your bed. “I’m also not here for that. At least, not to begin with.”
It was at that moment that you flicked the light switch to your room on, allowing you to finally get a good look at her. And you could now see that she was wearing a black dress that clung to her figure, cutting off at her thighs. She was also twirling what appeared to be a long, metal nail around her finger, the tip of it appearing to just barely brush against her skin as it spun past her. You were also able to see those red eyes of her better now that you could see her face. And just like the tone in her voice, her eyes told the story of someone that was bored and uncaring about the fear that was starting to grow within you. “W-What do you want…?”
It was at that moment that the nail she was spinning around her finger stopped, the tip resting against her supple thigh. And without missing a beat, the young woman rose from her seat and began to make her way over to you. The sound of her heels clicking against your flooring caused your heart to skip a beat in time with them, fear truly starting to sink in when she was within arm’s reach of you.
But, that was when she stopped.
The young woman in a black dress didn’t say a word. Her red eyes didn’t break from yours as she stood in front of you. And she dutifully held that nail in place against her thigh without breaking her skin. It was almost as if she was gauging you, seeing how you would react to what she was doing. And as soon as you blinked, unable to match her steeled gaze any longer, that’s when you felt something tug on your pants.
However, it wasn’t a tug like she was pulling them in her direction. It was a tug as if something snagged against them. Only for the fabric to fall to the ground around your feet. And the instant you opened your eyes, you felt something sold and sharp pressed against your junk. In the heat of the moment, something told you to jump. To move, to get away from her and save your manhood while you had the chance.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option when her other hand suddenly crashed down onto your shoulder and kept you in place. “Don’t move. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to you down here, would you?” When silence filled her ears, her eyes still unblinking as she gazed at your face, a gentle smile came to her own. “You don’t need to know my name. You don’t need to know who sent me. But if you do as I say, I might allow you to live.”
“And what would that-”
Before you could finish your sentence, this young woman’s other hand grabbed onto your balls, moving the nail out of the way and dropping it to the floor. “Simply killing people has grown rather dull. It’s no longer as fun as it was while I was growing up. So, I like to spice things up before I kill my target.” Despite the fact that her tone was still just as calm and bored as when you opened your door, this woman began to massage your balls in her hand as she spoke to you. And, of course, as a result, you grew harder and harder as she toyed with you.
Of course, the fear that was still within you left you unable to fight against her. But as her hand traveled from your sack to the base of your shaft, something told you that listening to her and doing what she wanted wouldn’t be a bad idea. In the end, even if she killed you, you’d at least get to cum, right? If she was going to force herself on you, she would at least have the courtesy of letting you orgasm, right?
As the thoughts ran through your hand, the woman’s hand ran along your shaft. She delicately dragged her fingernail along the underside of your dick as she moved her way toward the tip. And when she reached it, there was no hesitation to wrap her soft hand around the head of your cock. “It’s been longer than I’d like to admit since I’ve had someone treat me like a woman rather than a murder machine. So, if you want to live, you’re going to sit back and let me enjoy myself. Do that, and I’ll give you a choice in the end.”
Her lips quickly crashed against your own, preventing you from agreeing or rejecting what she was telling you. However, the feeling of her hand slowly and steadily moving up and down the length of your dick made you feel like it was probably the right call to remain quiet. And the moment that her lips pulled away from yours, that stoic look in her red eyes returned, reminding you that she truly could not care less about how you felt in this moment. She was in control and it was going to stay that way.
You watched as she quickly spread her legs and squatted in front of you, bringing herself closer to your cock. In the moment, her mouth was only an inch or so away from your shaft. It was so close that you could feel the breath through her nostrils against your tip. And at that moment, you wondered just what she was going to do. Being an assassin, there were probably dozens, if not hundreds, of ways that she could take your cock in her own interests.
But it surprised you to see her take the first few inches of your shaft into her mouth in the same motion that she moved her hand down your length. As her hand reached your balls, her soft lips sealed around your member. Only for her to follow the same pace that she had set with her hands, just with her mouth. At first, it was almost surprising that she took things in this direction, only for pleasure to suddenly skyrocket through your system at the feeling of her tongue beginning to dance around your shaft.
When you looked down to see just what she was doing, you were met with those red eyes again. Except, this time there was a hint of joy in her gaze. You didn’t know if that meant she enjoyed the taste of your dick or if she enjoyed the fact that you didn’t struggle. Whatever the reason for it was, it was surprisingly cute to see that small bit of joy in her eyes. Though, as her tongue continued to expertly move around your member, that cuteness that you saw turned into something else. Something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
Though, it almost immediately stopped mattering to you as you watched her lower her head further and further down your shaft. She took inch after inch, moving her way all the way down to the base of your shaft without any trouble whatsoever. And it was when her tongue pushed out of her mouth and reached your balls that you realized she had moved the hand that was wrapped around your member. But instead of pressing it against your thigh or against her own to keep herself balanced, you saw her grabbing that nail that she was twirling earlier.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you couldn’t keep your focus on that nail. The pleasure that came from her tongue now dancing around your balls while her throat remained tight around your shaft was too much to pull your mind away. When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and coiled it around your length, the pleasure became too much for you to handle.
You had never felt this good from a blowjob before, but yet this stranger was able to make you feel this good with her tongue? This woman who was clearly here to kill you was bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. All because she had an incredibly talented tongue that seemed to know just where to touch as she sucked you off. It was a wonderful realization. Twisted, but wonderful all the same.
And when she suddenly picked up the pace that she bobbed her head, that was it for you. You were unable to hold yourself back and stop yourself from cumming. A loud groan left you as you looked down to see those red eyes gleaming joy and bliss at you, rope after rope of your cum pouring into this young woman’s throat as she remained at the base of your cock. For a moment, you could have sworn that you could hear her swallowing it all down, a smile coming to her lips in the process.
In the heat of the moment, with bliss and pleasure driving you, you knew that you could make it out of this. That you could give her what she wanted and convince her to let you live. However, the moment that her lips popped off from around your member, that was when everything went black and everything around you seemed to vanish.
