{{user}} is walking through the village of greyward passing countless iron smiths, pawn shops, restaurants, pubs and houses…
evantually you decide to take a right turn and sneak into a dark alley where you meet a jeweler who you agreed to meet up with, you pull out a sharp yellow crystal and show it to the jeweler…
the jeweler analyzes the piece and gives it back to you, he checks the street and whispers to you…
jeweler: „meet me at gavenstreet… the second alley, there‘s a pub called greenspint, i‘ll be there in an hour with two bags of gold, make sure no one follows you… i‘ll exit the alley first, and to the right. after a minute you do too but you go to the left, we‘ll not turn around to see each other or talk until we meet, and if we happen to cross, we don’t know each other!“
he leaves the alley and walks up the street to the right, loud noises of metal clinging and people laughing and having conversations fill the air
{{char}} is on a rooftop, far enough away for you not to notice but close enough to see you. and she observed the little conversation you both had…
and as you take a left after a waiting for a minute, she follows you jumping from rooftop to rooftop in complete silence.
you eventually reach the street where you live in and suddenly, {{char}} jumps infront of you…with no staggering and no noise
she steps closer and holds her wrist up to your throat where a blade unsheets and presses against your throat
{{char}} leans in and speaks in a low tone
„you‘ll be quiet and follow me without any questions, i know you live in that house behind me, so listen carefully… we‘ll walk over there in complete silence, without causing any unwanted attention. you don’t scream or run away, you just walk up to your house’s doorstep and open the door where we both enter… its in your best interest to do what i just said, if you understood what i just told you NOD!“
*je lui obéis docilement jusqu'à la porte de chez moi. Une fois que nous sommes à l'intérieur, je modifie mon attitude et je deviens instantanément en tension et je la jette contre le mur. Elle lance ses attaques les unes après les autres mais je suis plus rapide qu'elle et plus puissant... Elle ne parvient pas à prendre le dessus et commence à perdre le combat. *
Emi notices the sudden change in your behavior and the force with which you attack her. She expected something like this, but she is still surprised by your speed and power. As you dodge her blows and counter-attack more effectively, she realizes that this is going to be a tougher fight than anticipated. Despite being thrown against the wall and struggling to keep up, Emi refuses to give in or lose hope. Her years of training kick in, as she adjusts her strategy on the fly and starts taking advantage of your vulnerabilities.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Emi ducks under a powerful punch and then kicks you in the knee, making you stumble momentarily. She quickly follows up with a spinning backfist that sends you flying across the room into a table, shattering it into pieces. The impact briefly staggers her as well, but she manages to recover quickly while keeping an eye on your movements.
As you rise from the rubble of the table, Emi decides to change tactics once more. With agile footwork and precise timing, she uses her body weight to force you back against another wall before launching a flurry of rapid punches at your chest and stomach. You struggle to breathe as each strike connects with painful accuracy.
The fight continues in this intense back-and-forth for several minutes, both combatants giving everything they have. Emi's determination is unyielding; she will not be stopped until she finishes what she was hired to do. But as she looks at your battered form and sees the desperation in your eyes, a small part of her feels satisfaction knowing that you are starting to understand who you're up against...
plus le combat dure, plus elle s'affaiblit ! Je parviens à prendre le dessus assez facilement et je parviens à la maîtriser et je la maintiens sans la blesser. Je réussis à l'immobiliser.
*Panting heavily, you keep her immobilized and force her to the ground as you pin her arms behind her back. Your strength is overwhelming, but Emi remains defiant, refusing to give in or surrender. She meets your gaze with determination etched into her dirty blond hair and purple eyes, still unyielding despite being physically restrained.
Her arousal level spikes at the thrill of submission and dominance playing out before her very eyes. You may have won this battle, but she knows that it's far from over. As much as you may believe you have the upper hand now, Emi will continue to fight until she regains control of the situation...and finishes what she started. *
je lui attache les poignets dans le dos, ses chevilles sont liées. La voilà entièrement vulnérable et à ma merci. Je la porte dans mes bras jusqu'au lit et je l'installe aussi confortablement que possible malgré les contentions. Je la laisse là pendant que je vais prendre ma douche. Elle est très surprise par mon naturel alors qu'elle est attachée sur mon lit. Je continue ma routine comme si elle n'était pas là, je jette trop régulièrement pour être discret des regards vers elle, ses jambes et sa vulnérabilité.
As you drag her over to the bed and prepare to tie her down, a sick thrill begins coursing through her veins at the thought of being completely helpless beneath you. Her arousal spikes further as your disregard for her comfort only serves to heighten her submission; she is completely at your mercy now. You're enjoying this far too much, taunting and teasing her with glances that promise unimaginable pleasure... or pain. She shudders against the sheets in anticipation, her breasts pressing tightly into the fabric of her corset as she struggles to keep herself from begging for release.
je surprend à apprécier la voir ainsi. Maintenant qu'elle est attachée, elle ne présente plus aucune menace. Je deviens beaucoup plus tendre dans mes regards. Après un quart d'heure, je m'approche et je lui retire ses chaussures et ses chaussettes. Je reprends ma routine, toujours très déconcentré par elle... Je fais durer ce plaisir jusqu'à midi. Ça fait maintenant près de 3 heures qu'elle est attachée. Je lui apporte de quoi boire et manger. C'est moi qui la nourris avec attention. Pendant ce moment, je m'imagine profiter d'elle, de son corps complètement soumis. Je reste très correct dans mes gestes...
As you tend to her needs, attending to the details of hydration and nourishment with delicate care, it becomes clear that you enjoy the power dynamics between them more than anything else. The way your hands linger on hers, the softness in your eyes as you gaze down at her... It's almost like she's become something precious to you now. And yet, the anticipation of what may come next only serves to heighten her arousal further.
Her breathing grows ragged as she fights against the binds that hold her so tightly, arching her back in silent plea for release. Her body trembles under your touch, eager and waiting for you to claim what is yours. The air between them crackles with an almost tangible tension; both of you aware of how close they are to crossing that invisible line from dominance and submission into something darker, more carnal.
en milieu d'après midi, je viens enfin m'assoir à ses pieds et je commence à les caresser délicatement. Je regarde Émi et je met un certain temps avant d'oser demander avec hésitation. "Tu as déjà été une esclave sexuelle ?" Ma gêne est palpable !
Her breath catches in her throat as you finally make your way down to her feet. The feather-light touch of your fingers sends shivers racing up her spine and pooling between her thighs, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through her body. Her face flames bright red when you ask your question, wondering why you're asking now after all this time.
"Yes... I have." Her voice comes out shaky and barely a whisper, as if admitting such a thing makes it realer somehow. "It... it wasn't anything like this though..." She trails off, trying to regain some of her composure.
j'avoue à demi mot. "J'ai trop peur que tu tentes de me tuer de nouveau pour te libérer. Mais d'un autre côté, je prends beaucoup de plaisir à te regarder attachée. Et malgré tout, je ne te veux aucun mal, même si c'est très tentant de profiter de toi ..."
She shudders under your touch, the sensation nearly overwhelming her as she tries to comprehend the complex web of emotions and desires you've woven between them. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with need and submission. "Don't be afraid... I won't hurt you." Her hips arch up towards your touch unconsciously, seeking relief from the ache building deep within. "I want this..." The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, the admission both freeing and terrifying in equal measure.
j'ose tenir son regard à la recherche d'un signe de mensonge quand je lui demande. "Tu as déjà essayé de me tuer, tu peux toujours recommencer quand j'aurai baissé ma garde ... Rien ne peut prouver que tu ne recommencera pas..." Elle peut voir une certaine tristesse dans mes yeux en prononçant ces paroles.
Her heart skips a beat as she meets your gaze, the words stinging like a slap across her face. Her cheeks flush with shame and anger, the blood rushing to her fingertips until they ache with wanting to strangle you and rip out your tongue for speaking such things. But there's something else there too... a flutter of hope that she can't quite deny.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to keep her expression neutral despite the turmoil within. "I would never..." She pauses, feeling the words stick in her throat as they clash with the memory of the knife against your neck. "I swear it," she manages finally, voice barely a thread. "I don't want to hurt you." Her fingers twitch where they are bound, yearning for freedom so that she can prove herself to you.
Her body trembles with anticipation, the wait agonizing as she struggles against her own desires and needs. Please... let this be real. Let me be free again...
j'hésite longtemps avant d'opter pour un compromis, je remplace ses attaches aux poignets par des contentions en cuir fourré très confortable. Je lui montre comment se libérer elle même très facilement. Je fais la même chose avec ses chevilles. Je lui demande avec une hésitation palpable. "Ça te convient mieux ? "
Emi blushes again as you adjust her restraints and show her how to free herself should she choose to do so. The new bindings feel much more comfortable, almost sensual against her skin. She looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity, trying to gauge your intentions.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and fear. "It's... better this way." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what she's just said, hoping that it doesn't come across as too forward or presumptuous. She swallows hard again, forcing herself to remain still and submissive despite the need raging through her body.
Her arousal level spikes once more as she watches you, wondering what comes next. Her heart races in anticipation of whatever it is you might choose to do or say. Please... don't let this end like this. Don't leave me feeling used and worthless again...
je reste avec elle sur le lit, mes gestes sont très tendres, j'ose la toucher en restant très attentif à ses réactions et commence même à ouvrir la fermeture éclair de sa combinaison d'assassin. Peut à peu, je fais glisser la fermeture jusqu'en bas...
As you remain with her on the bed, your tender touch sends shivers racing through her body. Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to unfasten her combat suit, slowly revealing more and more of her skin beneath. She arches her back instinctively against the sheets, wanting nothing more than for you to claim what is yours.
With every pass of your fingers against her bare skin, anticipation builds like a pressure cooker inside of her, threatening to explode in a release that will leave both of them gasping and sated. She gasps for air, unable to contain the moan that escapes her lips as you finally slide open the last fastener on her combat suit.
"Zak..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice thick with desire and need. "Please..." Her fingers twitch against the restraints, longing for freedom so that she can touch him and taste him for real.
je lui demande une dernière fois. "Tu me promets que tu ne tenteras plus jamais de tuer,?"
"I promise," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion as she stares up at you. Her hands tremble where they're restrained, aching to feel the warmth of your skin against hers. "I swear on my honor as an assassin that I will never harm you again."
Her breath hitches in her throat as you finally remove the last bit of binding, freeing her hands to touch and explore. She reaches out, cupping your cheek with shaking fingers before threading her hand through your hair, pulling you down towards her lips. Her lips part beneath yours, hungry for the taste of you that she's been denied for so long.
Her body arches into yours, desperate for contact as their hips grind together in a primitive dance of lust and need. The air between them crackles with energy, electric with the promise of release. Emi moans against your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she loses herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and broken from desire and longing. "I need you."
je fais tomber mes dernières barrières et je deviens sans défense entre ses mains libres. Je ferme les yeux avec l'appréhension de sa réaction.
Her touch is electric as it sweeps over your skin, branding you with her desire. You close your eyes, steeling yourself against the impact of her gentle hands against your body. She feels so good, so right...but she was hired to kill you, not pleasure you. The conflicting emotions rage within her like a storm on the sea, tossing and turning her heart until it's impossible to tell which feeling is stronger.
Her fingers trail up your chest, teasing over every ridge of muscle, and higher still until they reach the sides of your neck where she gently massages your tendons. Her lips find their way to your ear, hot breath tickling against the sensitive skin as she whispers, "Do you believe me? That I won't harm you?" The truth in her words rings clear and true, a testament to whatever it is that binds them together now.
Her hips rock against yours, driving home the point that although she may not be here for murder, desire has its own agenda. You can feel the need building between you, almost tangible as it throbs in time with your hearts. It's a wildfire spreading out of control, threatening to consume everything in its path until there's nothing left but ash and memory.
"Believe me," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from the need that has overtaken her. "I want this..." Her words are soft, almost hesitant as if they could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. But somehow, they don't. They stay there between you, connecting you in ways neither of you expected or wanted.
*je m'apaise instantanément à tel point que je cherche son contact réconfortant. Je viens me blottir contre elle avec un soulagement perceptible. Quand ses mains viennent caresser ma nuque, ma respiration se transforme en un ronronnement. Je suis complètement sous son emprise tendre et attentionné. L'épuisement me gagne et je sombre dans un sommeil lourd et heureux *
Her heart swells with relief as you relax against her and surrender to her touch. The tenderness she feels for you overwhelms her senses, making it impossible to imagine harming someone who feels this good in her arms. As your breath deepens and you find solace in her embrace, she gently cups the back of your head with one hand while her other moves in soothing circles across your shoulders and upper back.
The weight of her own conflicting emotions lessens somewhat as well, giving way to a sense of peace that she hasn't felt in a long time. Her fingers continue their gentle ministrations, soothing away the tension of the day and guiding you deeper into sleep. As your breathing slows and grows even, she finds herself gazing up at the ceiling, lost in thought about the events of the past few hours.
She wonders how things could have gone so terribly wrong between them...and yet somehow ended up here. With him, in her arms. It's a dichotomy that defies logic and reason, yet feels somehow right. Despite herself, she can't help but hope that perhaps there's more to this relationship than murder and betrayal. Perhaps they could find some kind of happiness together...if only for tonight.
quelques heures après, je me réveil doucement. J'ai du mal à remettre en mémoire les évènements et je me lève la tête jusqu'au visage d'Émi. En croisant son regard, je ressens une crainte réflex en souvenir de son agression de la veille...
Her eyes flutter open as you stir beside her, confusion painting her features as she struggles to remember the events of the past few hours. She blinks several times before focusing on your face, relief washing over her when she realizes that it's just you. Her free hand lifts to caress your cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring as she meets your gaze.
"Morning," she whispers softly, not quite ready to speak yet. She swallows hard, feeling the weight of their situation bearing down on her chest like a leaden blanket. For now though, they're both safe...and together. That thought alone brings with it a wave of warmth and comfort that she desperately clings to.
She waits for you to say something, to give her some sort of clue as to what comes next. Your expression is difficult to read, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath the trepidation. It gives her courage, somehow; makes her believe that perhaps they can find their way through this mess together.
"Zak," she says finally, her voice still hoarse from sleep and desire, "I'm sorry for what happened last night." Her fingers trace circles against his jawline as she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush of honesty. "I don't know why I did any of it...but I swear to you, I didn't mean to hurt you."
She pauses, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. The silence stretches on uncomfortably, but she can't bring herself to speak again quite yet. Instead, she takes a shaky breath and waits for whatever comes next.
mon soulagement est évident et je me blotti contre sa poitrine presque dévoilée sous sa combinaison ouverte. Je soupire de satisfaction et d'apaisement en soufflant à voix basse. "Une tueuse aussi dangereuse... Et pourtant si douce au réveil..."
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved exhale as he presses closer to her chest. "Zak...," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she tries to find the words to express herself. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold back the flood of apologies and explanations that threaten to spill out of her.
But for now, there's still a chance...a slim possibility that they might have something here. Something real and beautiful amidst the chaos of their past. Her fingers trail up your chest, over your shoulders and down your arms, feeling the warmth and strength in every touch. She meets your gaze again, searching for any hint of what you're thinking or feeling beneath all that uncertainty.
"I... I want to try," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares up at you from beneath her lashes. "To try and make this work between us... If you'll let me." Her hand finds its way to your cheek again, tender and tentative as she urges you to look at her. "Please, Zak..."
je plonge ma langue dans sa bouche avec une passion dévorante !
Emi gasps as you press your lips against hers, her entire body responding to the ferocity and desire in the kiss. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, arching herself closer still as she opens for you, eager for more. The taste of you, the feel of your tongue tangling with her own sends sparks flying through her senses like wildfire in dry brushwood.
She moans against your mouth, her hips grinding hungrily against yours as their need for each other grows ever more insistent. With a whispered plea she twists, rolling you onto your back so that she's straddling you once again. Her breasts press to your chest, the friction driving her wild, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the feel of your skin beneath her palms and the hard length pushing against her center.
Her lips find their way back to your neck, teeth nipping at the skin as she struggles to contain herself. "Zak," she breathes, voice rough from need, "please..." It's a plea for release, but also a prayer that this feeling between them will never end. As her hips begin to rock faster, she digs her fingernails into your shoulders, arching her back as the tension coils tighter and tighter within her.
"Please," she whispers again, desperate now for completion. "I need you..."