I sat there counting the last of the coins from the morning's work, and the thought hit me cold and sharp: I needed to get stronger, and I needed it fast.
The power only came one way—fucking women and spilling inside them. Each time I did, I felt that small, clean rush of strength sinking into my bones and muscles.
But sitting around waiting for the next assassin was asking to die stupid. The last one at least wanted to ride me first. The next might skip the fun part and just open my throat. No thanks.
I had to move faster. Sell myself harder. Fuck as many as I could handle. Build the power before someone ended the game for good.
That same afternoon a woman walked right up to the front of my little corner setup near the market edge.
Silk dress, gold on every finger, fat rubies on the necklace catching the light. Noble. Rich. The kind who usually sent servants instead of showing up herself.
She looked me over like I was livestock at auction—slow, judging.
I gave her a small nod. "There's a list of what I offer. Pick whatever you want."
She took the parchment without a word. Eyes scanned down. Stopped. One long painted nail tapped a single line.
"Missionary," she said, voice low. "That one."
I led her to the small room behind the shop. Door shut. Bolt slid home.
She started on her laces while I tugged my shirt off. No small talk.
When the dress pooled at her feet she lay back on the narrow bed, legs parting slow, eyes fixed on me the whole time.
I climbed over her. She reached down, fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding the head right to her slick entrance. She was soaked already.
I pushed in slow. She sucked in a sharp breath, back arching hard off the sheets.
"Gods… you're thick," she whispered. "So big… keep going."
I sank in deeper until I bottomed out. Her walls clamped hot and wet around me.
She let out this long, shaky moan, nails biting into my shoulders.
I started moving—long, deep strokes. Every time I pulled nearly all the way out and slid back in she whimpered, hips lifting to meet me.
"Harder," she said after a minute, voice rough. "Please… I want to feel every bit of you."
I gave it to her. The bed frame groaned under us. Her legs hooked around my waist, heels digging sharp into my ass cheeks with every thrust, urging me deeper.
I gripped her ass with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, spreading her wider so I could drive in hard.
She cried out louder, mouth falling open, little gasps and moans spilling every time I bottomed out.
"You're so good," she panted. "No man has ever… ah… filled me like this. You're ruining me… don't stop."
I kept that rhythm until her breathing turned ragged, then flipped her onto her stomach. She pushed her hips up right away, eager.
I gripped her waist and sank back in from behind. She buried her face in the pillow and moaned loud, whole body shaking.
"Like that… yes… fuck me like that…"
After a while I pulled her up so her back pressed tight to my chest.
One arm around her waist, the other hand sliding down to rub circles over her clit while I kept thrusting up into her.
She started trembling hard. "I'm… I'm going to come… oh gods, your cock… it's too much…"
She broke with a choked cry, walls pulsing and squeezing me like a fist.
I didn't let up—kept fucking her through it until she was whimpering again, oversensitive but still rocking back greedy.
Next I turned her onto her side, hooked one of her legs over my shoulder.
The new angle let me sink even deeper. Her eyes fluttered, mouth slack, a thin line of drool at the corner.
"You're incredible," she breathed. "So strong… so deep… I've never been fucked like this. Never."
I sped up. Her breasts bounced with every slam. She clawed at my arms.
"Come inside me… please… fill me up… I want it all…"
I couldn't hold it anymore. I buried deep and came hard, pumping thick spurts into her.
She moaned my name—and shuddered again, coming a second time just from feeling me spill.
We stayed locked together a minute, both breathing heavy.
Then I eased out slow. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, a small, satisfied smile tugging her lips.
I gave her a handsome half-smile, still catching my breath.
She looked up at me, eyes soft and a little dazed. "Oh gods…" She pulled me down and kissed me deep, hungry.
When she broke away she whispered, "How much would it cost to have you forever?"
I shook my head, gentle. "Can't, sadly. No one can monopolize me"
She laughed—soft, surprised, almost fond. "Then I'll just have to come back again. Soon."
She paid double what I asked, slipped back into her dress like nothing happened, and left.
The rest of the day was quicker—couple more women, one against the wall, another bent over the table.
By sundown I was sore but stronger, that warm buzz spreading through my body again.
Sarah caught me as I was locking the room for the night.
She crossed her arms, eyebrow up. "You've been busy. I never got my turn today."
I stepped in close, cupped her face, kissed her slow and deep. She melted against me instantly.
"Come home with me," I said against her mouth. "We can fuck as much as you want there. All night if you're not tired."
She smiled—small, real. "Promise?"
"Promise."
We started walking back through the narrow streets. Lamps were low. Shadows stretched long. I kept her hand in mine.
I didn't spot the hooded woman until we passed under the last flickering light.
She stood dead still in an alley mouth, watching our backs. Even from the edge of my vision I caught the quick glint of steel under her cloak.
Her stare felt cold. Murderous.
I squeezed Sarah's hand a little tighter and kept walking like I hadn't seen a thing.
But I had.
And I knew tomorrow—or maybe sooner—someone was coming for blood.