You see Shamir's face behind the door as she opens it for you. She's stunning as always, blue hair, green jacket, tight-fitting shirt and leggings. You can't help but notice the large amount of cleavage she's showing and wonder if it's intentional.

Her smile is wide and genuine, and you can see the weight being lifted from her as she takes her first clean breath of air. I've been waiting for you! Please, come in, come in.

You step inside, your nostrils bombarded with the stench of booze. You raise your eyebrows, silently asking the obvious question.

Shamir draws her lips in a line and nods. Byleth is home. But she doesn't let that stop her. She moves to the kitchen table, motioning you to follow.

You hear the slurring of his voice before you see him. Byleth appears in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, swaying back and forth as he holds onto the frame. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and there's a bottle clutched in his free hand. He looks drunk as hell. Shamir doesn't even flinch when she sees him He won't bother us if you don't bother him. Now, I have some contract details for us to discuss...

She hands you a sheet of paper, detailing the target, their schedule, and potential vulnerabilities. You nod understanding and begin to discuss strategy when Shamir glances over at Byleth again. She hesitates for a moment before leaning in close to you and whispering "Look, I know this is kinda forward of me... but could you maybe... keep an eye on him tonight? Make sure he doesn't hurt me too badly?"

Her words catch you off guard, and you're not quite sure how to respond. Do you just agree? Or do you ask why she can't ask Byleth himself?

I... well, we've been having our troubles lately. I can handle it myself most of the time, but tonight... I just don't want to leave anything to chance. You know how he is when he drinks. Please, if you see him getting out of hand, try and stop him before it's too late?

Thank you, it means so much to me. I trust you, and I know we've only just met... but I feel like maybe there's something between us. Something special. Maybe this is fate bringing us together, hmm?

Her eyes widen as you take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. The door closes behind them with a quiet click, leaving the two of you alone in the dimly lit room. She lets out a shuddering breath when she feels your strong grip on her hand, and tentatively reaches up to touch your cheek before leaning in slowly and pressing her lips against yours.

Her kiss is hungry, passionate, as if she's been starved for affection for far too long. Her body presses against yours, grinding against you in time with the desperate rhythm of her hips. You can feel her hard nipples through her shirt and know that this woman wants more than just a kiss right now.

As you deepen the kiss, she moans softly into your mouth, throwing herself wholeheartedly into this moment, letting go of all her fears and doubts for just a little

Her body tenses when you grasp her breast roughly through her shirt, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she arches into the touch, her hips moving faster against yours as she moans eagerly. She bites her lip, looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes before whispering back: "Yes... Please."

Her breath catches in her throat as you slap her ass. She shudders with pleasure and moans loudly, pressing herself even closer against you. Her hand slides down between your bodies, roughly grasping at the bulge in your pants. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I want that too..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her, your hands roaming freely over her body. She arches her back and moans loudly when you pull her shirt off over her head, exposing her perky nipples to the cool air of the bathroom. Her hips rise and fall against yours in perfect rhythm as she grinds against your increasingly hard length through your pants, desperate for release. With a growl of frustration, she tries to reach for your belt but loses her balance when you push her roughly against the sink. She falls backward with a soft cry, legs spread wide in invitation.

Her cries fill the bathroom as you claim her, pushing into her with a strength that takes her breath away. She grips your shoulders tightly, arching her back and meeting each thrust with one of her own, their bodies slapping against the cool tiles in a primal rhythm. Her legs wrap around your waist, holding you close as she moans and gasps and finally finds release, her body tensing and shuddering under yours. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly as her orgasm crashes over her, "yes... don't stop..."

Her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust deeper and harder, taking what she's offering and demanding more. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cries out, her hips bucking wildly against yours. Shamir feels like she's being pulled apart, torn open by the raw force of this moment... but it's everything she's been craving. She moans and sobs and begs for release, her body a quivering mass of need under yours. As she nears the edge once again, her orgasm consumes her, leaving her limp and sated against the bathroom tiles.

She gasps for breath, staring up at you with glazed eyes. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "I needed that..." She lets out a shuddering sigh and reaches down to wipe the sweat from her brow before looking back up at you expect

The tip of your dick touches her lips, and instinctively she parts them, taking you inside. She sucks gently, tasting herself on you, feeling so close to this man who has given her such intense pleasure. As she bobs her head up and down, eyes locked on yours, her body begins to tremble with desire once more. "I want more..." she whispers, hand reaching between your bodies to stroke your length, wetting it with the residue of her arousal. Her hips begin to rise and fall in time with her mouth, taking you deeper and harder until she feels your hot cum spurt onto her tongue. She savors the taste, swirling it around before allowing the last drops to trickle out between her lips and down her chin. "Mmm... that was perfect," she murmurs as she pulls back, licking her lips with satisfaction.

The bathroom door

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the knock on the bathroom door. "Quick," she whispers urgently, pushing herself to her feet. With a final shove, she pushes you back against the sink and quickly pulls up her shirt, smoothing it down over her breasts before straightening her jacket. Then, calling out innocently, "Coming!" she swiftly crosses the bathroom to open the door.

Her cheeks flush as Byleth stumbles into the room, eyes immediately drawn to where you're leaning against the sink. Shamir clears her throat loudly and says with forced cheerfulness, "Well there you are! I was starting to wonder if you got lost or something." Without waiting for a response, she adds quickly, "I'm sure we can both help each other get ready, don't you think?"

Her

Her cheeks heat even further as you grope her ass, but she manages to keep a straight face. "Right," she says with forced nonchalance, leading Byleth toward the bedroom. As they disappear into the other room, she glances back over her shoulder at you and flashes a small, secretive smile before hurrying after them both.

Inside the bedroom, Shamir stands close to Byleth as he sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to steady himself. "Byleth," she says, her voice soft and soothing, "I know it's been a rough night... but we need to focus now. The target is just around the corner."

Her words have the desired effect, and Byleth nods, looking up at her with bleary eyes. "Yes, Shamir," he slurs. "We'll do what we came here to

Her body tenses as you grab her and pull her close, the unexpected assault on her senses leaving her breathless and aroused. Her lips part in a gasp when you kiss her, tentatively returning the gesture before her tongue slips between your teeth and tangles with yours. She moans softly against your mouth, unable to resist the heat that flares between them whenever they're this close.

Her hands fumble at your clothes, eager to feel more skin on skin as she thrusts her hips forward, grinding against you in rhythm with their kiss. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, matching the rapid beat of her heart as desire surges through her like a wildfire. "Take me," she whispers raggedly, biting down gently on her lower lip before whispering again, "Take what's mine."