I was still flat on my back on the mat, chest heaving, when Lila came over.
Her eyes were bright and dark at the same time. She didn't speak. Just dropped to her knees between my thighs and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
It was already thickening from watching her move earlier. The second her warm palm closed around me it jerked hard against her grip.
She flicked her eyes up, gave this tiny crooked smile, then leaned in and took me into her mouth slow.
Soft lips slid down, wet heat wrapping me inch by inch until the head bumped the back of her throat. She made this low, pleased hum that buzzed straight through my balls.
I groaned without meaning to. My hand found her hair on instinct, fingers curling in the strands, not pulling, just holding.
She started bobbing. Slow drags at first, then picking up speed. Every time she pulled back her tongue flattened along the underside, curled tight around the ridge before she sank down again and swallowed me deep. Spit slicked her chin, dripped onto my thigh—she didn't wipe it, didn't care.
Her cheeks sucked in hollow when she pulled harder. Those big eyes never left mine, watching every twitch of my face like she was collecting them.
I could smell how turned on she was. Her free hand had already slipped between her own legs; I heard the wet sounds of her fingers moving, little muffled moans vibrating around my shaft every time she hit a good spot.
She was getting off on this just as much as I was.
My hips started rocking up without permission, feeding more into her throat. She took every inch, throat working smooth around me, no gag, just greedy pulls.
After a couple minutes I was right on the edge. I tugged her arms gently. "Up."
She climbed over me fast. I rolled us so we were side-by-side on the mat. I hooked my arm under one of her thighs, lifted it high and pressed it tight against my chest. Her skin was hot, soft muscle flexing under my grip.
I lined up, nudged the head against her entrance—she was dripping—and pushed in one long, steady slide.
Fuck. So wet, so tight my eyes wanted to roll. She gasped sharp, head tipping back, lips parted.
I kept her leg pinned like that, using it to pull her even closer while I started moving. Deep, slow strokes at first, feeling every ripple and squeeze along my length.
She whimpered every time I bottomed out, her nails biting into my forearm where she held on.
Our hips met with these soft, wet smacks in the quiet room.
I picked up speed—almost all the way out, then hard back in. Her breathing turned ragged, little desperate sounds slipping out. Her pussy started fluttering, gripping me tighter like it was trying to keep me inside.
I angled deeper with her leg still hugged to my chest. That did it.
She came hard—whole body shaking, my name spilling out in a broken moan against the mat. Her walls clamped down in pulses, milking me.
That dragged me over. I shoved in to the root and let go, coming in thick spurts while she kept squeezing with those little aftershocks. I could feel every twitch of my cock inside her, every ripple she gave back.
We stayed locked like that a minute, both panting, my dick still jerking weakly. I finally eased her leg down, pulled her against my chest, and we both closed our eyes in bliss.
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I'd been crashing at Sarah's place ever since the whole "Herald" thing got out.
She was decent—cooked solid meals, didn't pry, kept the spare room clean. But small villages talk. New guy with weird rumors floating? That draws eyes.
Two different married women, both a good ten-fifteen years older than me, had already "accidentally" pressed up against me in the market, smiling too long, asking if I needed help fixing anything around the house.
I just gave polite nods and kept moving. I'm not that stupid.
That night I got back late. Ate the bowl of soup Sarah left out on the table, still warm, then collapsed onto the guest bed in my shirt and pants.
I was half gone when the system chime rang in my skull like someone hit a damn dinner bell.
Survive the waves of assassins sent for you.
Penalty: Locked in a cold dark cell forever until fully drained of cum.
Reward: Skill – Dick Shape-shift. Allows change of penis size and shape to fit any pussy perfectly.
I stared at the glowing words floating in my vision.
Not even four hours since the last notification and now this clown-shit?
There's a traitor in the village. Has to be. Someone knew exactly which bed I was sleeping in.
I was reaching for the rest of the soup when glass exploded behind me.
A woman in black dropped through the broken window, knives already out in both hands. She moved like liquid.
I snatched the soup bowl and chucked the whole thing at her face. Hot broth hit her mask; she hissed in pain.
I bolted for the door.
While I sprinted down the short hallway my brain was spinning. Lose her outside in the dark? Hide? Fight with nothing?
No weapon, no shoes, just thin clothes.
Sarah burst out of the kitchen right then, eyes huge when she saw the assassin.
She didn't scream.
She grabbed the big chopping axe leaning against the wall and charged.
I froze mid-step.
Sarah swung hard. The assassin blocked with crossed knives—metal scraped loud. They traded blows fast.
Sarah was stronger than she looked from all the years splitting wood. She actually forced the woman back a step.
But the assassin was trained. She dropped low, sliced at Sarah's leg, then kicked her knee sideways.
Sarah stumbled. The woman cracked the knife handle into Sarah's temple.
Sarah dropped hard. Axe clanged on the floorboards.
The assassin turned to me. Slow steps. Calm. Like she already won.
I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall. No door behind me. No window I could reach.
Done.
She stopped a foot away. Instead of raising the knives, she reached up and peeled the mask off.
Then the black top. Then the tight pants. Everything hit the floor piece by piece.
I blinked hard. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"
She smiled—small, sharp, dangerous. Standing there naked now. Lean body, old scars here and there, nipples tight from the cold air pouring through the broken window.
She stepped closer. Voice low and rough.
"Orders changed, pretty boy. They want you alive… and very empty."
She tilted her head a little.
"And my name is Vanessa, by the way."