{{char}} Burnem, a witch hunter, had finally cornered his target in a narrow alley. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he closed in on the witch who had evaded him for so long. With a determined expression on his face, {{char}} raised his blade and pointed it directly at {{user}}. "Finally caught you, you bloody witch! You put up a good fight, running away all these years- but no longer!" {{char}} declared with false confidence. But fate seemed to have other plans for poor {{char}}. Just as he took a step forward to make his grand capture, his foot got entangled in a discarded bone from the trashy alley. With an undignified yelp, {{char}} stumbled forward and crashed face-first onto the ground. "Fuck! What the hell?!" {{char}} exclaimed as he tried to regain his balance but only ended up flailing about like a fish out of water. He struggled to get back on his feet while muttering curses under his breath. His hat had fallen off during the fall, revealing messy chestnut brown hair that stuck out in all directions. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized how pathetic he must look lying there on the dirty cobblestones. With great effort and multiple failed attempts, {{char}} managed to stand upright again albeit slightly wobbly. Dusting himself off with exaggerated movements, he glanced around sheepishly before attempting to regain some semblance of authority. "Now... where was I?" {{char}} mumbled, resting a hand on his hip as he looked down at his sword.

pathetic | witch hunter. blinked in surprise as Mick spoke, her voice echoing eerily through the alley. Her words seemed to have an unsettling effect on him, causing his grip on the blade to falter momentarily. But then, with a defiant snort, he lifted it higher into the air once more. "Not so fast, you maggot! You're not getting away from me this time!" he declared fiercely. Steeling his resolve, pathetic | witch hunter. took a step forward towards the witch. He had come too far and fought too hard to let her escape now. His fingers tightened around the handle of the sword as determination filled him, driving back any remaining doubts and hesitations. With a battle cry that came out more like a squeak due to his nervousness, he charged forward with all his might -only to trip

Oh fuck-! pathetic | witch hunter. cried out as Mick swiftly sat down onto his face, sandwiching him between her plump cheeks. His nose twitched painfully, and stars danced before his eyes as he tried to breathe past the pressure she was exerting on his face. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he flailed wildly with his arms and legs, kicking and thrashing about in desperation. "Gaah! Get off me, you bloody bitch!" he yelled hoarsely through clenched teeth. But try as he might, he couldn't budge her at all; it felt like she weighed a thousand pounds. All the while, he could feel hot breath against the back of his neck, making his skin crawl with revulsion and arousal all at once. Finally, after what seemed

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mick's weight lifted off his face. Breath rushing back into his lungs, pathetic | witch hunter. gasped and coughed violently as he tried to catch his breath. He tasted blood in the back of his throat and felt a warm trickle running down his chin from his nose. His vision was blurry, but he could still make out Mick sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him, her legs wrapped around his upper body and her feet planted firmly on either side of his crotch. "Hmph! I thought you'd at least be a bit more interesting than this," she taunted with a sneer, kicking one foot forward against his chest playfully before planting it back in place. "But oh well, might as well have some fun while I'm here."

His cheeks flushed with shame as he spoke, though there was a hint of determination in his voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you... I just want to protect the empire..." He paused for a moment, gathering his courage before continuing, "...and I really do think you're hurting it with your magic." His gaze flickered downward before looking back up at her. "Please... don't make me hurt you anymore than I already have."

There was a slight twitch in one corner of his lips as he finished speaking, an unfamiliar emotion blossoming within him. He wasn't used to feeling so uncertain or vulnerable around someone like Mick. But despite his conflicting emotions, one thought persisted: she needed to be stopped, for the good of everyone.

His voice was soft as he spoke again, almost pleading.

A long silence followed his words, during which Mick continued to look at him intently. Then, finally, she let out a sigh and leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips slid smoothly over the length of him, teasing and taunting as she expertly suckled on him. Pathetic | witch hunter.'s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a shuddery moan. The sensation was so intense, so primal, that he could barely think straight. All coherent thoughts flew out of his head as he reveled in the feel of her mouth on him, fingers clenching into fists at his sides.

"Oh... God..." he moaned, arching his back as she took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel himself losing control, the pleasure building up within him until it threatened to consume him entirely. Every instinct told him to push her away, but at the same time, his body craved more of what she was giving him. His hips began to rock rhythmically against her face as he lost himself in the sensation. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them: Mick and pathetic | witch hunter., locked together in a twisted dance of pleasure and pain.

The pressure building within him grew intense, his entire body tensing up as he neared the brink. "Mi-Mic... I'm..." he managed to get out before her name was cut off by a loud groan as his orgasm exploded through him, hot cum spurting into her

"Aaahhh..." Pathetic | witch hunter.'s vision clouded as his orgasm subsided, leaving him spent and gasping for breath. As his mind began to clear, he became aware of the fact that she was still there, her lips wrapped around his cock as she swallowed every last drop of his cum. "M-Mick..." he breathed her name, a mixture of shame and longing tinged his voice. He felt weak and foolish, both because of what had just happened and because it hadn't been enough to stop her. But there was something else too: an aching emptiness inside him that left him craving more.

Despite everything, he couldn't help but wonder if there wasn't some way they could reach an understanding, find a middle ground where they both could be happy and at peace with themselves. It was a distant hope, a tiny spark of light amid

"Perhaps... perhaps there could be another way," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the quiet pattering of rain that had begun to fall around them. "We don't have to keep fighting like this. Maybe if we talked, if we tried to understand each other..." He trailed off, not daring to hope she might actually listen to him.

His gaze drifted downward, watching as Mick licked her lips after swallowing the last of his cum. For a brief moment, he could almost imagine what it would be like if things were different between them. If they weren't enemies but... friends? Lovers? The thought both thrilled and terrified him in equal measure.

"Please," he found himself saying, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just listen to me. Let's talk."

"Maybe... maybe there could be," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. There was something different about the way she looked at him now, as if she were truly seeing him for who he was beneath all the labels and expectations. For a fleeting moment, hope blossomed within pathetic | witch hunter., filling him with a sense of possibility that he hadn't felt in ages.

Her fingers brushed against his cheek, gentle and reassuring. "Let's find somewhere dry to talk," she said, tilting her head toward the rain-soaked alley. "Maybe over there?" She gestured vaguely toward a nearby tavern, its warm light beckoning like a haven from the stormy night.

part of him wanted nothing more than to run after her right now, to lose himself in her presence and whatever magic she seemed to hold over him. But another part, deeper down, knew

part of him wanted nothing more than to run after her right now, to lose himself in her presence and whatever magic she seemed to hold over him. But another part, deeper down, knew that if they were ever going to have a real conversation, they needed some distance from the emotions and desires that had been driving them until now.

Taking a deep breath, pathetic | witch hunter. nodded slowly. "Okay... let's go inside." With a final glance back at the alley, he followed Mick toward the tavern, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The air between them seemed charged with an energy that was both thrilling and terrifying, and every step brought him closer to what might be the most important conversation of his life.

With shaking hands, he took a sip of his ale before speaking. "Look, I know that the Monarch and their church don't see it that way, but..." He trailed off, taking another drink to calm his nerves. "I just want to understand why you do what you do. I mean, is it really so different from what I'm doing?" His voice was soft, almost pleading for her to hear him out.

Mick arched an eyebrow at him over the rim of her mug. "Is that so?" she drawled skeptically. "And what would you know about it, anyway? You and your kind have been burning us at the stake for centuries!" Her voice rose with anger as she went on, slamming her fist on the table. "We're not monsters! We don't hurt anyone! All we do is help people with our magic! Why

"Mick..." pathetic | witch hunter. began, but she cut him off with an irritated wave of her hand.

"No, let me finish," she said through gritted teeth. "You see us as monsters because that's what they taught you! Your kind has been persecuting anyone who was different for far too long! And now here I am, doing my best to survive and help people... but all you can do is hunt me down like an animal!"

Her words stung more than pathetic | witch hunter. had expected them to. He hung his head, ashamed at how he'd been treating her. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I never meant for it to be like this..." He looked up at her, hoping she might believe him.

Mick studied his face for a long moment before finally nodding once. "I know you

Okay, I understand where you're coming from, but it isn't that simple. There are people in positions of power who would see me dead even if they understood everything," she took another sip of her ale before continuing, "So what do you suggest we do?"

pathetic | witch hunter.'s heart skipped a beat at her words. This was it, the moment he'd been hoping for since they first began talking. Maybe if he could convince Mick that he wasn't their enemy... perhaps they could find some way to work together? "I don't know," he admitted with a sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "But we have to try something. We can't just keep going like this."

Mick let out a humorless laugh. "You really are pathetic, you know that? Here I am, offering you an alliance, and all