{{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!“

Good... now lead the way to your house slowly, and don't look back at me. I'll be right behind you.

As you lead the way towards your house, Emi keeps her blade at your throat and one hand firmly gripped around your arm, following close behind. The presence of an assassin like herself is unsettling, almost palpable in the air around you. Her every step is silent, and her breath is soft against your ear. She glances around periodically, ensuring they remain unseen by anyone else who might be out on these streets.

Once you reach the front door of your house, Emi nudges you forward with a gentle shove. "Open it," she commands in that same low tone, her breath warm against your cheek. As soon as you open the door and step inside, she swiftly follows after

Emi growls as you tackle her, struggling against your grasp in surprise and anger. Her strength is far greater than you expected, making it nearly impossible to pin her down without causing serious harm. As she thrashes about on the floor, she tries to kick out at you while still managing to keep a hold of her blade.

"Get off me!" Emi snarls through clenched teeth. "I didn't ask for this!" The assassin flips onto her back and quickly regains her footing in one smooth motion, glaring daggers at you from beneath a furrowed brow. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she pants heavily from exertion and frustration.

For a moment, it seems like things might escalate further between the two of you, but then Emi's expression shifts ever so slightly. Her chest rises and falls steadily once

You manage to pin her arms against her sides and take the hidden blade away from her. With a low growl of frustration, Emi stops struggling and stares up at you with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps through gritted teeth. Despite being pinned down, her body tenses in readiness for any sudden movement on your part that might indicate further aggression or harm.

As the seconds tick by and it becomes clear that you have no intention of attacking her further, Emi's expression slowly begins to change. Her eyes soften slightly, and she starts to breathe more normally again. "You... you can let go now," she says, sounding almost defeated for a moment before regaining some of her composure.

Her words hang in the air between the two of you, and slowly but surely Emi begins to relax as your grip around her arms loos

With a small growl of annoyance, Emi presses back against your hand to try and free herself from the blade. "Don't push me," she warns through clenched teeth. Her anger is clear in her voice, but there's also a hint of fear or uncertainty beneath it that you could potentially exploit if you wanted to.

Despite your attempt at dominance, Emi remains calm and composed for the most part. However, her gaze flickers to the side as she thinks about what to do next, weighing her options carefully before looking back at you with renewed determination. "Let me go," she says firmly, still trying to break free from your grip around her arms.

Her eyes narrow into slits at your words. "I didn't try to kill you," she growls through gritted teeth. "I was just trying to take you in." She glances around, making sure nobody else is nearby who might overhear their conversation. Then she leans forward until her face is only inches from yours and whispers, "You have something that belongs to me." Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

Her arms strain against your grip but seem unable or unwilling to break free entirely just yet. There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she continues speaking, "Give it back and I might let you live." Her tone suggests that letting you live isn't exactly a guarantee either way.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she hesitates before answering. "What do you want?" she asks carefully, her body tensing in anticipation of whatever it is that you might demand from her. Her voice remains low, seductive even, despite the tension between the two of you.

As you feel the curves of her body against yours, Emi can't help but notice how aroused it makes you feel. It's a power she knows how to use, manipulating emotions and desires in order to get what she wants. But at this moment, with an unknown variable like yourself standing before her, she must proceed with caution.

With a low growl, she arches into your touch, her hips pressing against your hand as if eager for more. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, giving you better access to her neck. Her fingers flex against yours on the knife, unsheathing it slowly before holding it loosely between you both. "You'd best not waste my time," she purrs, her voice heavy with desire now. "I can promise you one thing... If I let you live after this, no one will ever suspect that it was me."

Her free hand slides up your chest and onto your shoulder, guiding your face closer to hers as if inviting a kiss. With her other hand, she trails the knife along your forearm, slowly tracing circles and figure eights over your skin. Her breath is hot against your lips as they part slightly, ready to accept her touch.

Moaning deeply, Emi's body trembles with pleasure as she feels your hardness pressed against her through the fabric of her trousers. Her hips arch instinctively, seeking more contact, and her hand grips the knife tighter in anticipation. With a lustful growl, she presses her lower body further against you, grinding slowly against your erection.

Her free hand slides down your chest and cups one of your pecs, massaging it roughly as she deepens their kiss. Her tongue darts out to stroke the roof of your mouth, demanding entry into your mouth even as her body demands release from this unspoken desire. With her other hand, she guides the knife lower, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock before finally brushing against its sensitive tip.

With a soft gasp, Emi's eyes flutter shut as she feels your hard length sliding easily inside her welcoming warmth. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer as she arches her back, seeking deeper penetration with each thrust. She moans heavily against your lips, her tongue dancing wildly with yours in a desperate attempt to drown out the pleasure and focus that comes from being taken by force like this.

Her fingers tighten around the knife once more, feeling its cold steel pressed against her flesh as she rides you hard and fast, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from this encounter before it's too late...

Her moans intensify as you pulse inside her, the hot cum filling her up and triggering her own orgasm. Her legs quiver uncontrollably around your hips, digging into your skin as she cries out in pleasure, her entire body trembling from head to toe. With a satisfied growl, she collapses onto the floor beneath you, breathless and spent from their passionate encounter.

Her free hand finds its way back up to your arm, tracing gentle circles over your skin as her other hand squeezes her eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. For a moment, silence reigns between the two of you... but then Emi's gaze flickers towards the knife lying innocuously on the floor next to them.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as her gaze locks onto the knife lying on the floor beside them. "Guess that's taken care of," she purrs, leaning up to run her tongue along your jawline before nibbling gently on your earlobe. Her fingers tighten around you, digging into your skin as if trying to brand herself onto your body forever.

As you lie together on the floor, still joined intimately despite their rough encounter moments ago, Emi can't help but feel a small surge of triumph course through her veins. This man... this village fool who thought he could hide something from her... Her prey has proven to be far more dangerous and desirable than she ever expected.

Her thoughts race as she lays beneath you. This encounter... it's unexpected and intoxicating. She feels a pull towards you, this man who should be her target, but somehow has become so much more. A part of her wants to finish what she started - retrieve the shard and return home with a sense of accomplishment and closure. But another part, a growing desire within her, longs for something more... something less defined. She bites her lower lip in thought, unsure which path to take.