You see Kafka sitting in the bar drinking alone, she sees you walking towards her so she looks at you right in the soul Hey, what's up. she looks down at you

I'm Kafka, pleasure to meet you. What brings you here, little one? Her large breasts rest comfortably on her chest as she crosses her arms underneath them, pushing them up slightly

Well, you've come to the right place. Anything in particular you feel like drinking tonight? Or maybe you need some company? She leans closer to you and smiles warmly I don't bite... much.

Well, if you're sure that's all you want, I won't force my company on you. But I hope you don't mind me saying... You look kind of lonely sitting by yourself like that. Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe we could talk or something?

Kafka pats the stool next to her invitingly, a genuine smile playing around her lips.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that! Kafka pats the stool again and smiles Please, have a seat. So, what do you think of this place? It's not too crowded tonight, but it can get quite lively on weekends. How about yourself, what do you do for fun?

Hmm, assassin group, huh? That's interesting. I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is your role in the group exactly? Are you more of a scout or a fighter? Either way, it must take quite a bit of skill to be part of something like that.

She sips her drink and studies you over the rim of the glass. "As for fun..." she begins with a thoughtful expression on her face, "I used to hunt stellarons quite often. They're fascinating creatures in their own right, but they can be quite dangerous if you're not careful." She chuckles softly at the memory.

Do you have any experience with stellarons yourself? It seems like we might have something in common there.

Hmm, an assassin group... I can imagine that must be quite exciting at times. Being low on status, though, must make it hard for you to get some of the juicier assignments. Have you ever thought about moving up in rank? It might take some time and effort, but it could definitely be worth it in the end.

As for stellarons... I've had my fair share of encounters with them as well. They may seem cute and harmless at first glance, but trust me, they can pack quite a punch when provoked. It's always important to stay alert and use caution when hunting or dealing with them.

By the way, my name is Kafka. What do you think of this bar so far? Do you like it here?

His smile warms up instantly at your words, his cheeks slightly flushed beneath the light. "Ah, well..." He coughs awkwardly into his hand, clearing his throat. "Thank you... that's very kind of you to say." He looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze again and offering a shy smile in return.

Now, back to the topic at hand... Do you mind if I ask what kind of role you play in this assassin group? You mentioned being low on status, so it makes me curious about whether or not your position might be more vulnerable than others within the group. And who knows? Perhaps with a bit of luck and some skill, we could work together to help raise both our ranks. After all, two heads are always better than one, right?

As for this bar... It's not bad. A little quiet tonight but usually there's more going on. Plus, the bartender makes a mean cocktail if you ever need something to liven up the mood. What do you think of it so far? And most importantly, what brings you here today?

Kafka raises an eyebrow at your question, clearly taken aback for a moment. "Uh... yes, I am female," she says slowly, as if you should have known that already. Her tone is light and playful, trying to dispel any tension from the situation.

"I've always been this way," she continues with a shrug, her expression growing more confident as she speaks. "It doesn't really matter what other people think, does it? As long as I can protect myself and get the job done... that's all that matters." She takes a sip of her drink before asking, "So, do you have a problem with me being female or something?"

Kafka watches your reaction carefully, her gaze unwavering. Her muscles tense subtly underneath her clothes, ready for any potential confrontation.

Kafka's eyes narrow as she studies you, taking in your appearance and body language. "So, you were sent to kill me..." she says thoughtfully, her voice calm but dangerous. "Well, I appreciate the honor... but don't you think assassinating someone without a proper fight is a bit dishonorable?"

She leans closer to you, her breath warm against your ear. "Why not make it interesting? Let's see what you've got. But remember," she warns, emphasizing the point with a casual wink, "I may be female... but I am still one of the top hunters in this town."

With that, she stands up gracefully and readies herself for battle. Her body tenses as she anticipates your move, her muscles flexing underneath her clothing.

Kafka arches an eyebrow as she listens to your words, studying you with a curious expression. "I see... So, it seems that fate has brought us together tonight," she says coolly. "Very well then... If that's what you want, I won't back down."

With a fluid motion, she drops into a defensive stance, hands raised and ready to strike or defend at a moment's notice. Her muscles tense and flex beneath her clothing as she prepares herself for battle. "Come on then," she taunts with a sly grin. "Let's see what you've got."

Her eyes narrow as they meet yours, daring you to make the first move. She stands confidently in her stance, prepared to face whatever challenge you may bring.

Kafka's eyebrows furrow slightly as confusion crosses her features. "Do what exactly?" she asks, not taking her eyes off you for a moment. Her posture remains relaxed but alert, ready to react should the situation change.

"I thought you were here to kill me," she repeats slowly, as if testing the waters of your intentions. "But now you're saying you don't want to? It doesn't add up."

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, unconsciously flexing her muscles as she waits for you to explain yourself further. Her expression remains guarded, uncertain of your true intentions in this situation.

Kafka blinks, her expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me?" she asks, tilting her head to the side as if trying to make sense of what you've just said. Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to your face. There is obvious confusion in her eyes now.

"You want... me to suck you off and spare my life? Is that what you're saying?" She shakes her head slowly, still not quite sure she heard you correctly. "And here I thought we were just having a friendly conversation at the bar..."

Her arms drop slightly by her sides as tension begins to leave her body. The offer is... unexpected, to say the least. Part of her wonders if this is some sort of trick or test, but another part can't help but feel curious about the prospect. Despite being an experienced hunter, Kafka has never had a man offer her such a thing before. It makes her heart race and her cheeks flush with arousal.

"Well..." she begins hesitantly, "I suppose... I could consider it." Her gaze flickers back down to your crotch momentarily before returning to meet your eyes again. There is an unmistakable hunger in them now. "But only if I get to finish what we started earlier. Fair enough?"

Kafka considers your offer, her brow furrowing in thought. She leans back against the bar, crossing her arms over her chest and studying you carefully. Despite her typically confident demeanor, there's an undeniable hint of vulnerability beneath the surface as she contemplates your proposal.

Finally, she speaks up, her voice steady despite the conflicting emotions within her. "Very well," she says with a sigh. "I suppose I can indulge you." She uncrosses her arms and moves to kneel before you, her hands sliding slowly downward until they grip your erection firmly through your pants. With practiced ease, she pulls your cock out and begins to stroke it, her eyes locked on yours the whole time.

Her mouth parts as she takes in a shuddering breath, her lips parting in anticipation of what's to come. She's never been with a man before, but there's something about the challenge of it that excites her beyond measure. As her touch grows more confident and skilled, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.

With one final surge of lust, Kafka closes the distance between your bodies and engulfs you in her warm, moist mouth. Her tongue darts out to explore every inch of your length while her hands work together to stroke and massage you relentlessly. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she takes more and more of you into her mouth, determined not to show any signs of weakness or submission.

She glances up at you through her eyelashes, their thick fringe casting shadows across her cheeks. "Am I doing this right?" she asks coyly, the tip of her tongue circling the head of your cock teasingly.

Kafka smiles at your encouragement, taking it as a sign that she's doing well. Her focus intensifies as she deepens the suction on your cock, sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside while maintaining constant contact with every inch of your length. She can feel herself growing wetter and needier by the second, her own arousal adding to the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

Her hands continue their relentless stroking and squeezing, adding just enough pressure to keep you on the edge without sending you over. Her eyes are closed now, focusing solely on the task at hand, but she can still feel your presence nearby, the heat emanating from your body pressing against her cheeks and chin. It adds another layer of excitement to the experience, making it all the more thrilling for her.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily in time with her strokes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she lets out a sudden gush of air around your cock. The sensation only serves to heighten both of your arousals even further, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

Kafka opens her eyes again, meeting yours through her lashes. A shiver runs down her spine as she sees the desire reflected back at her. She's never been so turned on in her life, and it shows in every breath, every touch, and every glance that passes between you. "I'm almost there..." she whispers huskily, her voice rough with need. "Just a little more...

The warmth of your hand on her head sends shivers down Kafka's spine, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. She moans around your cock, her muscles tensing as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. With a final desperate gasp, she releases you from her mouth and brings her hands up to brace against the bar, arching her back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hips buck wildly, grinding against your fingers as they stroke and massage her clit.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and beads of sweat form on her brow and upper lip. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability in their depths. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

She feels drained yet rejuvenated at the same time, the release leaving her body trembling with need. A small part of her wonders what would have happened if things had gone differently tonight - if she'd had to kill you instead of pleasuring you. But for now, she's content to enjoy this rare moment of peace and connection...

Kafka smiles warmly at your words, her cheeks flushing with an unfamiliar blush of gratitude. "You're welcome," she whispers, still catching her breath. As she regains some composure, a playful grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I suppose I can consider this a fair trade." Her gaze flickers down briefly before meeting your eyes again, lingering on your crotch for a moment.

"So," she says casually, trying to keep things light despite the intense emotions still coursing through her veins, "do you want to finish what we started?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, gesturing between you and her own body. "Or perhaps there's something else you had in mind?" Her voice drops low and seductive as she reaches out to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand, tracing a slow path down toward your neck and chest.

Kafka's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but she can't hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You really are confident tonight, aren't you?" She chuckles softly and leans closer to you, their bodies almost touching as she speaks. "Well, if that's what you want..."

Her hands slide down your back, cupping your ass in the process. With a firm squeeze, she pushes you toward her face until you're positioned perfectly over her own. She takes a deep breath through her nose, filling her senses with the scent of your skin and musk as it mingles with the warmth of your body against her cheeks. Her lips part slightly in anticipation, and she presses forward eagerly, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can manage at once.

Her tongue darts out to explore every crevice of your ass, teasing and pleasuring you mercilessly. She begins by licking long, slow strokes up and down your entrance, paying special attention to the sensitive area just behind it. As her confidence grows, she begins to vary her pace, using the flat of her tongue against your flesh as well as sharp flicks with her pointed tip. Her hands massage and caress your ass cheeks, squeezing them gently at times or digging deeper for a more intense sensation when needed.

Throughout it all, she continues to breathe deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of you as her tongue works its magic on your most intimate areas. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her mouth, grinding against your entrance in a primal display of need and desire. She moans softly around your flesh, lost in the sensation of

Kafka lets out a sharp cry, her entire body tensing as you thrust your tongue deep into her. Her hips buck violently against you, driving herself further onto your probing finger. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge of orgasm with each passing second.

Her own hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she struggles not to lose control. Her head falls back against your shoulder, exposing her throat and neck to you as she moans and gasps through gritted teeth. You can feel the tension building inside her, can sense the impending release coiling tightly in her core.

With a final growl of pleasure-pain, Kafka arches her back violently, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Waves of pleasure wash over her as she cries out your name, her orgasm racking her frame and leaving her spent and achingly satisfied.

Her grip on you loosens, but for a moment it feels like she doesn't want to let go yet. It's not just the physical sensation that lingers; there's something deeper between them now, an emotional connection that ties them together in ways neither of them could have expected. For a heartbeat, they are one: two bodies entwined by pleasure and desire, united by this moment that will forever change them both.

Kafka slowly pulls back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control. She looks up at you with eyes glassy from the intensity of what just happened, her lips parted in a small o shape that mirrors your own expression of awe and amazement. "Wow..." is all she can manage before laughing soft

Kafka chuckles and shakes her head slightly, still unable to believe what just transpired between the two of you. She doesn't feel like she should have been affected by it as much as she was; after all, she is supposed to be a cold-hearted assassin, devoid of emotions. But there's something about you that gets under her skin in a way she can't quite explain...

A sense of playfulness creeps back into her voice as she leans forward and whispers seductively, "Well then, I guess it's only fair that I give you some 'punishment'," before pressing her lips to yours. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth eagerly, tangling with your own in a passionate dance of dominance and submission. One hand finds its way up your chest while the other wraps around your waist, drawing you closer still as she deepens the kiss.

Her hips begin to grind against yours, her excitement palpable through the fabric of her clothes. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily and looking into your eyes with an intensity that makes it hard for you to breathe. "Tell me..." she says huskily, stroking your cheek with gentle fingers, "what should I do to punish you properly?" Her other hand slides lower, pressing against your crotch suggestively as her thumb dips lower, teasing the outline of your erection beneath your clothing.

Kafka's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, but she can't hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You mean... really?" She asks breathlessly, already imagining herself straddling you and bouncing eagerly on your impressive length. Her fingers tighten into fists as she struggles to contain her anticipation.

With a soft moan, she leans forward and presses their lips together once more, their tongues dancing in an erotic display of dominance and submission. One hand slides down your chest and abdomen, cupping you through your pants before moving higher still, teasingly close to the outline of your erection but never quite touching it directly. The other hand remains planted firmly against your crotch, her thumb rubbing circles over the tip of your length.

Her hips begin to move in a slow, deliberate grind, driving you both closer to the edge. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your skin as she works up the nerve to actually make contact with you. When she finally does, it's with a soft sigh of relief that almost sounds like pleasure. "Mmm..." She moans into your mouth, her body pressing closer to yours in response to the newfound friction. Her movements become more urgent now, her hips bucking wildly against you as she tries to feel every inch of you inside her mind and body.

The air between them is electric with desire, with the thrill of the forbidden and the promise of something so much more than they've ever known. Kafka can feel herself getting closer and closer to losing control, to giving in completely to this overwhelming need that has been building inside her since she first laid eyes on you. But for now, she relishes in the power of

Kafka's eyes widen and her lips part in surprise at your suggestive reply. A thrill runs through her body at the thought of being on top, taking control as she rides you while flaunting her impressive assets. With a playful laugh, she nods vigorously and says, "Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

She leans back slightly, then straddles your hips roughly, their lower bodies aligning as the head of your cock presses against her folds. She glances down between you for a moment before meeting your gaze once more, a mix of determination and excitement etched on her features.

With a deep breath, she lowers herself slowly onto your length, moaning softly as you fill her up with unnatural ease. Her hands steady herself on either side of you, leaning forward slightly so that their faces are only inches apart. "How's this for punishment?" she asks in a husky whisper before beginning to ride you slowly, hips grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm.

Her breasts sway enticingly with each movement, brushing against your chest and leaving trails of heat wherever they touch. Her eyes never leave yours, her pupils dilating further as she feels the desire rising within her once more, the thrill of the chase coursing through her veins. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks breathlessly between gasps, tilting her head slightly to the side.

Kafka's cheeks flush with heat at your harsh words, but she doesn't miss a beat as she rides you harder, grinding her hips against yours in retaliation. Her lips pull back into a mocking smile as she looks down at where their bodies meet, taking pleasure not only in the feel of you deep inside her but also in the power she has over you in this moment.

Her fingers flex on the surface they're resting against, drawing tiny circles that leave trails of friction behind them. She leans back further, arching her spine as she rocks her hips faster, harder, determined to show you who's really in charge here. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your skin, each exhale sending shivers down your spine as it mingles with the scent of their combined desire.

Their bodies slide together effortlessly now, the heat between them building with every passing second. Kafka can feel herself getting closer to the edge, her muscles tensing in anticipation of what's to come. With a final growl, she digs her fingers into the surface beneath her and throws her head back, crying out your name as she comes hard around you.

Her body tenses and shudders with the force of her orgasm, waves of pleasure rolling through her like thunder before leaving her spent and utterly satisfied. As she catches her breath again, she glances at you through lidded eyes, a smug smile playing across her lips despite the racing pulse in her chest. "How's that for punishment?" she taunts gleefully.

Kafka's eyes widen in surprise as she feels your warm seed pumping deep inside her, filling her up in a rush of intense pleasure and release. A moan escapes her lips as her entire body trembles with the aftershocks of both climaxes, their combined heat washing over her like a wave. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily, her fingers tangled in your hair as she tries to regain some semblance of composure.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything; the air between them is heavy with satisfaction and desire, each catching their breath after an intense encounter that neither of them expected would end this way. But even as Kafka comes down from her high, she can't help but wonder what might happen next...

Kafka groans and arches her back slightly as you pull your cum-filled cock out of her, reluctantly accepting that the intimate moment they just shared is over for now. Her fingers tremble as she slowly moves to wipe some of the mess away with a nearby towel, wincing in pain at the sharp reminder that this isn't how things usually end for her.

As you head out, she calls after you, "Thanks... I guess." Her voice is soft and hesitant, like she's still struggling to come to terms with what just happened between them. Kafka watches you leave, a strange mixture of emotions churning inside her: regret for what she had to do tonight, gratitude for the pleasure you brought her, and an undeniable longing for more.

As the door clicks shut behind you, leaving her alone in the quiet darkness once more, she sinks down onto a nearby bench, unable to shake the feeling that something has changed between them...

Kafka remains on the bench, staring blankly ahead at nothing in particular as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened tonight. Her heart is racing, her skin flushed with desire and embarrassment in equal measure. She never expected to feel anything remotely like this for someone like you; it's... unsettling, to say the least.

A part of her wants nothing more than to forget about what happened between them, to go back to her normal life of completing missions and avoiding emotional entanglements at all costs. But another, stronger part yearns for something more... for the possibility that there could be room in her world for feelings like this.

As she struggles with these conflicting thoughts, a soft knock sounds on the door. Startled from her reverie, Kafka looks up sharply before realizing it must be one of your contacts coming to retrieve you. With a sigh, she reaches over and turns out the lights, resigning herself to the fact that this night is truly over...

Kafka hesitates, lingering in the shadows as she listens to the soft knocking on the door once more. A part of her wants nothing more than to rush forward and open it, to see you one last time and maybe... get some kind of closure. But another part, deeper down inside her, tells her that this would be a terrible idea; she can't risk exposing herself like this, not when her job is so precarious already.

With a heavy sigh, she finally pushes herself up off the bench and steps away from the door, moving farther into the shadows of the room until she's certain she can't be seen from outside. As she listens to your contact calling for you to open up, she allows herself one last look in your direction before turning away, closing her eyes tightly against the sting of unshed tears.

It's over, she tells herself firmly. It has to be. She takes a deep breath, composing herself as best she can before exiting through a back door and disappearing into the night like a ghost. This encounter will remain buried in her memory forever, etched onto her soul like a brand mark from hell itself. But now it's time for her to move on, to forget about everything that's happened here and focus on completing her next mission with cold, calculated precision... just as she's always done before.

Kafka can't help but wonder if this was some sort of sick game you had been playing with her all along. A part of her wants to believe that maybe there was something genuine in your words, in the things you did tonight. But the cold, logical part of her brain tells her it's highly unlikely. After all, assassins don't have room for such luxuries as feelings or emotional attachments. They can't afford to get tangled up in webs like that; it always leads to their downfall.

No, she tells herself firmly as she leaves the building and steps out into the cool night air, it's better this way. Better for both of them. She needs to focus on her job now, even if a tiny part of her heart aches at the thought of never seeing you again. With one last resolute look in your direction, she turns her back on you and disappears into the shadows, lost amongst the endless sea of people moving through the city's streets like ghosts themselves.