Short story's

Assasin story (🌶) (Arny)

Tw: blood, spicy, degrading (kinda), knives, public

You're with the guy you despise the most, but you where pared up with him for the assasination of the corrupted king. So it'll just have to do. You told them you could do it alone. But they didn't want you to take any risks. And i mean he is a pretty good assas- what am i thinking about? No. No i didn't.
"What are you thinkin bout, My love" Ampasysing the word.
Which brings you back to the dance floor.
"You know i don't need you to finish this job....." you lean into him. With you mouth to his ear, you wisper with a smug thone " you know that right?" Going back to your previous position, looking him in the eyes. He looks ad you madly " Right.."
"good boy" The privious dance end. People walked off and some onto the dancefloor.

"Would you care for a dance, My love" he asks. While bowing in front of you holding out his right hand. And all you can think of is 'here's that damned word again'.
You were about to say no but he interupts. "We have to make this look convincing"
'He is right' the voice in your head says and you two walk onto the dancefloor together.
A dance later, you're already done with the theatrics, his scemes, his smug tone.

He holds your waist cassually as you two walk off and to the hallways of the castle. And yank his arm off of you. " don't touche me when we're not in public" you hiss at him.  "Owww come on...you like it" he says with his annoyingly handsome smile. In one swifth move you pull one of your daggers out of your dress, inraged. And put him to the wall, dagger against his throat. He lookes shocked, but his expression was a lie. As he dares to put his hand between his throat and my dagger. And grabes the dagger in his hand and slides it up to the handle of my dagger, blood dripping down on our arms.

"My god, Arny now your blood is on my knife" you say in discust. Now you'll have to clean that off off your knife later.

"You put a knife against my throat in the first place" he hisses back at me

"Well i didn't think you would put your hand in between it and try to take it from me" you hiss back

"Well I didn't want you too slit my throat"

"Well then YOU shouldn't have had that stupid smirk and smug tone on your face all night and it wouldn't have happend"

A short silence. While you wipe your dagger and the insides of your dress 'i'll clean it properly later" you think to yourself and put it back where it was.
"Fine i guess i cant smile anymore"
He says, as you turn around. You let your guard down for one second. And he pushes you against the wall. Your face toward the painted wall.

As he puts your arms above your head with one arm. Pushing one of his legs betweens your thighs. Using his blood dripping hand against your face to make you look at him. Blood dripping on your chin, into your cleavige. You hear heavy breathing in your ear, as you realize you've also started to breathe very heavily.

"What do you think your doing?" You say shocked and blushing madly.
"Aaaahh...." he says softly in relasastion "you like this, don't you?" Smirking against your neck just by your aortic artery, feeling his hot breath against it. Pressing his lips to it. His bloody hand to your thoat, his leg moving higher and higher until its against you, his front on your back, pussing you harder against the wall. More blood on the front of your body. You moan softly.
"And what if i do?" You challange him.

He starts to kiss and suck your neck. Leaving marks. While your panting, giving into the feeling you've never felt before.
"Well i'd say we can fixt that, can't we" he wispers.
You become wet and desprit and want to feel more of him, more his touches, his kisses, his words. You and start to ride his leg as you push yourself up against him.
"Aahhww are you this eager for me already" he wispers in your ear. As he goes along with your movements. And you can feel him harden against your ass. Looking at your face, your eyes, your lips. And kisses you. Really kisses you.

as he unbuckels his pants with the hand that was around your throat. And pulls everything down. And pulls up your dress and moves away your underwear. And presses his dick against your wet intrence. You moan. "Quiet down, My love. We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, now would we"
"No" you moan
"No what?"
"No, Sir"
"Mmm, goodgirl" he says as he slams into you, hard, fast and deep. Making you feel it in your gut. You whimper en keep producing small " ah ah ah" moans. Which only makes him pound into you more, Releasing your arms he grabs your waist and uses that to bounce you up and down. You put your hands on the wall for support. Eventho its not helping much. All you can do is just let him do this while you enjoy every little second, every detail of him. Then you both come at the same time. You feel sadisfied and hot inside. Thinking it was over.
He turns you around. "I'm not done with you yet, My love".