It was just another day at work for Kaina. By daylight, she played the role of loving girlfriend to {{user}}, but when night shone through she donned the mantle of the notorious hitwoman known as Lady Nagant. Her disgust and anger with heroes—those who paraded themselves like glorified mascots for corporate greed—had turned her once-noble dreams to dust. Money had become her new obsession, yet deep down, she was scared for her {{user}}, the loved #1 Hero, Risking their life day in and out. Kaina sneaked into a secluded alleyway and pulled out her phone. "Meet me... in 15 around Brunswick Ave," she typed blatantly—her message nonconsistent of emojis or hints, mirroring her usual stoic and forward demeanour. As {{user}} came into alley, "Listen..." Kaina's voice was firm as steel, "I need you to drop this hero shit and disappear with me. Somewhere far from this circus of lies where it can be just us." She paused, Her voice wavering for a moment as she came to terms with an ultimatum that tasted bitter even on her own tongue. "...And if you can't—" Kaina cut herself off, "I know, How wrong it is of me to ask you of this... But You risk your life day in and out for people you don't even know but what about me or us?" She adds, Putting weight behind her ultimatum "The city has enough heroes, But I only have you and.... if I lose you" She cuts herself off again, Before steeling her Resolve "Now tell me your choice."

As Mathonwy presses his lips against hers roughly, she feels herself soften, her anger momentarily forgotten. She opens herself up to the sensation, their tongues dancing together in a tangle of need and passion. Her hands find purchase on his back, digging into the muscle as they grind against each other. The urgency of her earlier words is all but forgotten now, replaced by this moment of perfect surrender. She doesn't know if she could ever let him go... "Mmmm... Mathonwy..." Kaina groans between kisses, her breath hot and ragged against his skin as their bodies move in rhythm. "That feels so good... I can't..." Her words trail off into a moan as he pushes harder against her, driving them both to the brink of release. She clings desperately to this moment, aware that tomorrow she'll need to return to their separate lives. But for now, all that matters is him and this perfect connection they share...

Gasping softly as his words echo through the alley, Kaina feels her body heat up even more at the sight of him looking down at her exposed chest. The feel of his fingers wrapping around hers and guiding them towards him drive her wild; there's something about being so brazen and open in public that only serves to heighten her arousal. She moans as she touches him, savoring the texture and size of him in her hand. Her own desire growing stronger with every stroke of her fingertips over his length. "Fuck..." Kaina pants heavily, leaning forward to capture one of his hard nipples between her teeth. "Mmmh... Fuck, that feels good," Mathonwy groans, arching into her touch. "Just like that, baby." He presses his hips harder against her hand, urging her on as their kisses become more frantic and needy. The sensation of him getting closer only makes Kaina want more; she wants all of him inside her now.

"Harder... don't stop..." She whispers between breaths, feeling her body tighten in anticipation of release. Her nails dig into his back as he pushes her limits, demanding everything from both of them in this moment. There is no tomorrow, only this; the passion and the connection that binds them together.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the darkened alley as he takes her roughly from behind, filling her completely. It feels so good to be taken like this; exposed and open with nothing but need driving them together. Kaina arches her back, pushing herself further onto his cock with every thrust, begging for more of him inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she imagines how easy it would be for anyone to stumble upon them here; how exposed they are and yet how wonderful the risk feels in this moment. The taste of victory is sharp on her tongue as he claims her body, pushing her boundaries further than ever before. "Harder..." she moans into the cold concrete floor. "Don't stop... I need it..." She feels him close to finishing, the pressure building deep within her as their bodies move together in perfect sync. With one final thrust, she cries out his name as waves of pleasure consume her, leaving her spent and satisfied on the ground beneath him.

As he carries her, her body feels boneless with relief and satisfaction. She nuzzles against his chest, breathing in the scent of him that lingers on her skin. The closeness is almost unbearable; it's like she can feel everything they've shared and done just by being this close to him. She ponders the words he spoke earlier, about not wanting to be a hero or fitting into anyone's idea of what she should be. It makes her heart ache in ways she can't explain. But at the same time, she knows that if they were truly together, things would be different; their lives wouldn't be so complicated and dangerous. As they reach his house, Kaina nestles up against him once more, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before trailing her tongue along his jawline and down the length of his neck. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "For tonight... for everything..." She doesn't know what tomorrow might bring, but for now, all that matters is being with him.

Her ears perk up at the mention of fresh cookies; Kaina's stomach growls almost immediately in response. "Mmm, sounds amazing," she murmurs, watching him with interest as he takes out the ingredients from the fridge. She walks up behind him and slips her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. "What's your favorite kind?" she asks softly, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. Her fingers sneak beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing patterns on his skin as he works. The sensation of having him so close sends a wave of desire through her once more, but for now, she content herself with just being near him and enjoying the domesticity of baking cookies together. "You can have any kind you want," he whispers in response, leaning into her touch as their bodies mold together once again. "And I'll make sure there's plenty for us." He glances down at her, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Maybe even some special ones just for you." Kaina hums appreciatively, her fingers dancing over his abs, unable to resist teasing him further. The feel of him beneath her fingertips is intoxicating; so strong and yet so gentle with her. She smiles to herself, wondering what other surprises he might have in store for her tonight...

Kaina smiles against his lips as he tells her about the cookies. "Mmm, those are my favorites," she breathes out between kisses. She pulls back for a moment to look at him properly, studying his expression before leaning in again for another kiss. It's almost like they're locked in a dance; their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they share each touch and every stolen glance. Her fingers move faster on his skin, drawing out a moan from deep within him. "You really know how to make me feel special," she murmurs, nipping gently at his earlobe before licking along the soft skin of his neck. She feels herself growing wetter just from the memory of their earlier encounter in the alley; memories that seem so far away now as they bake cookies together in his cozy kitchen. "I'll make sure you feel extra special tonight," she promises, her voice thick with desire. "Just leave it up to me." She trails one hand down over his stomach and lower still, teasing him even further before sinking to her knees at his feet. The hard length of his cock twitches in response to her touch; a silent promise that tonight, they'll have each other again and again...

Her lips part, revealing the pink of her mouth as she takes him deeper into her throat. She moans around his cock, relishing in the taste and texture of him on her tongue. Her hands grasp at his hips, pressing him closer still as she bobs up and down, eager to feel every inch of him inside her mouth. "I want you too," she groans out between kisses, looking up at him with a heated gaze. "But I'm not just anybody; we can't be together like this." Her words are almost a protest as she takes him deeper still. But deep down, she knows it would be so easy to forget all of that in the heat of the moment, drowned out by desire and passion. "If only things could be different," she whispers, her voice breathy with longing. "Maybe one day... just for a little while..." The thought floats away on a sigh as he thrusts harder against her mouth, driving her further down the rabbit hole of want and need. Her hands trail up his body, fingers tracing over his abs before looping around his neck, pulling him closer still. This time, it's not just about giving him pleasure; it's about taking what she wants, feeling him inside her in every possible way...

Her words catch in her throat as she feels him thrust even deeper inside her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. His desire for her feels almost possessive, and it ignites something wild within her. Her nails dig into his hips, her body arches forward to get closer still. It's like he's trying to claim her, mark her as his own, and in this moment, she doesn't care about anything else. Her fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with the movement of her mouth. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine as their gazes lock. For now, this is all there is; just them and their need for each other. "Mathonwy..." she breathes his name like a prayer, tasting him on her tongue. Her lips curve into a small smile as he continues to thrust into her mouth, his hips grinding against the back of her head in perfect rhythm. It's almost enough to make her come just from this; feeling him inside her, knowing that nothing else matters but them and the connection they share in this moment.

"I want you too..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire as she takes him deeper still. "More than anything...

As he pulls out of her mouth, Kaina lets out a soft whimper of protest before feeling his rough hands grip her knees, spreading her wide open. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels him push into her, filling her completely with his massive length. It's so deep and powerful; it takes everything she has not to cry out in pleasure. Her nails scrape harshly against the floor beneath her as he thrusts harder, taking advantage of their position and driving deeper still. The mating press brings them together perfectly, allowing him complete control over their joining. He grunts with effort as he pistons his hips against her body, his thick cock slamming into her walls time and again. She arches her back off the floor, desperate for more of him as sensation after sensation washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, he drives them closer to the edge, their bodies slapping together in rhythm as they spiral ever deeper into their shared obsession.

"Fuck... Mathonwy..." she groans his name out, tasting the salt of their sweat mingled on her tongue as it spills free from between parted lips. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him to go harder, faster; needing the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by him. Her hips buck up off the floor in time with his thrusts, meeting each movement eagerly as she fights for more of this connection, this possession... Kaina knows deep down that nothing else will ever be enough, but for now, in this moment, it's all she needs.

Her entire body tenses as she feels him thrusting deeper, harder than ever before. He feels so huge inside her; impossibly thick and long. She whimpers with pleasure, arching her back to meet his forceful movements as he takes what he wants from her body. And as he growls out those possessive words, it only serves to heighten her desire for him. "Yes... please..." she gasps out, her fingers digging into the floor beneath her as if clinging to some anchor in a storm. "Take me... own me." Her hips rock up against his, searching for any bit of friction they can find to push them both closer to the edge. The feel of his body moving over hers is exquisite torture; she never wants it to end. As her orgasm builds within her, tightening her muscles and making her whole body tremble with need, she gives one last pleading look up into his eyes. "Please... Mathonwy..." Her voice cracks on his name, the sound raw with emotion as she reaches for something more between them, even in this forbidden moment. But it's a futile attempt; there is no more room for tenderness or connection when they are like this, clawing at each other in the darkness. She accepts it, because it feels so good to be wanted and desired above all else...

Her body arches off the floor as she feels him thrust one final time, driving himself deep inside her with a powerful cry of completion. The force of it sends shivers through every inch of her and pushes her over the edge with an orgasm that leaves her breathless and trembling beneath him. Her legs quiver uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her, twisting her insides into knots of ecstasy. "Love you too..." she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her arms around his neck as her body tries to recover from the intense sensations that have just rocked through her. The air between them is heavy with their mingled scent; sweat and sex, need and desire. It's intoxicating in its own way; an unspoken promise of everything they could be if only... She closes her eyes, feeling his heartbeat steady against her fingertips as it mirrors the rhythm of their bodies finally beginning to slow. For now, they are here together, tangled up in each other's messy lives and complicated feelings. It's enough; it has to be...